Clara Becomes a Hucow
Delilah Cole
Clara Becomes a Hucow
Delilah Cole
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Contents
Introduction
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Delilah Cole likes to write naughty, smutty short stories. When she's not writing, she's reading books in the same genre. Delilah is a crazy animal lover, and although she finds it difficult to remember the names of people five seconds after she's met them, Delilah can tell you the name of someone's dog she met thirty years ago.
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*This story contains explicit sexual content and is intended for mature audiences. All intimate encounters depicted within are shared between adults. Please enjoy responsibly!
crisp, carrying a faint scent of rain. Clara stepped out of her apartment, her eyes scanning the empty street below. The quiet starkly contrasted with the buzz of the city she was used to. She took a deep breath, feeling the coolness fill her lungs, and set off on her morning jog. It was the one thing that kept her grounded amidst her increasingly peculiar obsession.
Her thoughts drifted to the peculiar ad she'd seen online. A hucow milking center, promising a life of purpose and fulfillment. It had been a month since she'd stumbled upon it, and she couldn't shake the image from her mind. She'd been taking the medication, hoping it would bring her one step closer to her goal. The pills were supposed to stimulate her body to produce milk, even though she wasn't pregnant. The side effects had been uncomfortable at first, but now she barely noticed them.
As Clara jogged, her legs grew heavier, a side effect she'd come to associate with the lactation pills. It was a small price to pay. The thought of becoming a human cow, a creature of nurture and submission, excited her in a way she couldn't explain. Her chest bounced gently with each stride, her nipples sensitive and leaking under her sports bra. She could feel the wetness spreading, and a warm flush crept up her neck.
Finally, she reached the edge of town, where the rural landscape began. The sight of green fields and grazing animals made her heart race. She slowed down, her eyes drawn to a nondescript barn in the distance—the very place she'd read about online. Taking a deep breath, Clara approached the barn, her hands trembling slightly. The double doors were open, and she stepped inside, the scent of hay and animal musk enveloping her.
Inside, she found a small office. A man in a white lab coat sat behind a desk, his eyes glancing up from a clipboard as she entered. He had a gentle smile that did nothing to ease her nerves. "You must be Clara," he said, standing up. "I've been expecting you." He offered his hand, and she took it, his grip firm but not unkind. "Welcome to the Hucow Initiative. I'm Dr. Reynolds."
Clara's heart was pounding in her chest as she followed him through the barn. The sounds of mooing and clanking metal grew louder with each step. "You're here to explore your potential," Dr. Reynolds explained. "We help women like you fulfill their destinies." The sight of the milking stalls made her stomach flip. Each was outfitted with a series of tubes and contraptions that she couldn't comprehend. The reality of what she'd signed up for was setting in, but it only heightened her anticipation.
The doctor led her to a clean, sterile room with a single milking chair. It was padded and looked surprisingly comfortable. "This is where we'll start," he said, gesturing to the chair. "The first step is to ensure your body is fully prepared for the transformation." Clara nodded, her throat dry as she sat down, her legs shaking. He began to attach the milking cups to her breasts, the coldness of the metal sending a jolt through her body. She gasped as they latched on, her nipples already hardening at the sensation.
"Now, relax," Dr. Reynolds instructed, his voice soothing. "The process will be less, but it may feel... unusual at first." Clara took a deep breath and closed her eyes, focusing on the sound of the machines around her. The chair hummed to life, the cups tightening around her breasts and starting to massage them in a rhythmic pattern. A tingling sensation grew, and she felt her milk begin to flow. It was a strange mix of pleasure and pressure, and she couldn't help but let out a low moan.
The doctor worked efficiently, connecting the tubes to the cups and turning a valve. Warm milk began to spurt into the containers beside her. The feeling was unlike anything Clara had ever experienced. Her mind swirled with a mix of excitement and fear. She was actually doing it; she was becoming a hucow. The thought was so intense that she could feel a wetness spreading between her legs.
As the minutes ticked by, Clara grew more accustomed to the rhythmic sucking and the feeling of her breasts being emptied. The chair's vibrations grew stronger, and she realized that the sensation was starting to become pleasurable. The doctor monitored her progress, nodding in approval. "Excellent," he murmured. "You're a natural."
The session ended, and Clara felt strangely at peace. The doctor gently removed the cups, and she looked down at her breasts, which were now swollen and tender. He handed her a towel to clean up, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the copious amount of milk she'd produced. "You're going to need to get used to this," he said. "As your body adjusts, the amount will only increase."
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