And here we are at the end of another mini-series. Not quite sure what got into me with this one...take it up with my muse I guess? But I had fun writing it and I hope you had fun reading it.
I still like the hucow idea, so feel free to suggest things to me and I'll see if I can incorporate them into the story.
All comments welcome! Fire away!
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Six months. That was the average gestation period of an adult hucow. Clarisse was fifth months and a half along and it showed - her baby bump was approaching epic proportions. Not only did she have the biggest breasts on Brighton Farms, but the largest belly as well. It was getting a little bit hard for her to walk with it, and she had begged off classes and work for a while, citing health reasons. Jack had approved, and so she devoted most of her time to fine-tuning her research proposal and being milked.
The latter was practically a necessity now that she was almost ready to pop. Her milk production had increased (again!) and if she didn't get regular milkings, she would be leaking all over the farm. But thankfully the bulls of Brighton were more than up to the task, and kept the tanks full and her urges sated as the day fast approached.
That is, until one day when an especially large shipment of farm equipment was on its way. All able-bodied bulls were required to assist with the unloading, and as such milking schedules had to be rearranged, leaving Clarisse and a few other hucows high and dry for a while. They were unable to do anything but commiserate and stare enviously at the few hucows who were getting some milking in. Jack was as fair as always - he reassigned the bulls to the hucows who hadn't been milked for the longest. Clarisse couldn't fault him for that, but the pressure in her breasts and heat in her loins felt differently.
Still, it was no use getting upset at circumstances. Sighing, Clarisse bid her fellow hucows goodbye and retired to her room to put the finishing touches on her project. She'd come a long way since the first early stages of the serum - as it stood now, it was almost complete. No more leaking breasts and uncontrolled horniness for the next hucow to use it - she'd made sure of that. All for science!
But science wouldn't calm the raging fire in her snatch or the soreness in her boobs...well actually science had gotten her into that state. Clarisse absently fondled one tit and only stopped herself with a mighty effort of will. Diddling herself wouldn't help any. Maybe she should go take a walk. Or do something else. Or...
The ringing of her phone cut her ruminations short. She picked it up, wondering who it was.
"Clarisse Evans speaking."
"Clarisse?" She recognized that voice. It was Sandra, the receptionist.
"Sandra! What can I do for you?"
"Hiya Clarisse! I'm sorry to be asking you for another favor, but the students from the last field trip are making a trip to the farms again today. They want you to give a talk - it won't be a long one, the university just thought it would be cool if a real live hucow could give a talk about, you know, being a hucow?"
"Oh. Hmmm. Let me check my schedule." In actuality there was no schedule to check at all. She was free for the rest of the day. So why not? It beat sitting at the desk with a hand between her legs, dreaming of milking with only her spreadsheets for company.
"Sure, Sandra. I'll get my things ready. When did you say they were coming?"
"Clarisse, thank you! You always come through for me. In about an hour or so?"
That would be plenty of time. "See you there! Same room, right?"
"Yup!"
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The class was much as the same as she remembered it. Except that without the boring old lecturer from before, they were free to focus on their attentions on her. She gave a fairly standard lecture, covering all the basic bullet points - what did they on the farm, the life cycle of a hucow, the milking process. She'd given the same lecture about a hundred or so times when she was still teaching at the university - she just updated it with more current facts and figures.
