Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Parts VII – XVI, Epilogue [re-post]

PART VIII

Lyca pulled on a robe and scooted out to meet the workers while the beta she-wolves herded the cows and I back inside so they could finish up the inspection. They took samples of our various fluids, then we all went out to watch the wolves build up our cow girl ranch.

The speed with which the wolves and their contractors got these new buildings assembled, affixed to their foundations, wired, plumbed, and inspected was breathtaking. It took only three days before the farm was transformed. I don’t know who their connections were in the county, but the inspectors seemed to show up the moment the last pipe was soldered.

The only hiccup in the fast, happy proceedings came Tuesday morning. Lucy had taken Mallory, Essie, and Bibi to get their piercings and tattoos, Alina was meeting with Xana to finalize our social media activities, and I was walking out to my car to run into town. Lyca intercepted me, Helga following. The cow girl had her eyes downcast and looked like she had been crying.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

Helga sniffled.

“Go ahead,” Lyca said, putting her arm around Helga. “Tell Brendan what you need to tell him. He’ll understand.”

There was a moment of silence, so I prompted Helga.

“It’s okay, honey” I said. “Whatever’s wrong, we can work it out. Just tell me so I can set things right. I want you to be happy.”

Helga sniffed.

“I…I…I…” she started, then paused. “I…I don’t want to be a cow girl anymore…I’m the worst cow in the herd. I have the smallest holes. My udders hurt. My back hurts. My pussy hurts. I make the least milk. I…I’m uncomfortable when your bull cock is inside of me, especially as it’s gotten bigger. All the other cows get excited when you get bigger, I get sad. I’m just not meant to be a cow and I don’t want this life anymore. I’m sorry. Please don’t send me to the cow pound. I’m so scared of being put down.”

“There is nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart, you will never go to the cow pound, I promise,” I said, giving her a hug. She sobbed into my shoulder. “There there, you’re going to be okay. Nobody is going to any cow pounds as long as I’m the bull here.” I held her while her sobbing slowed, then I turned to Lyca.

“She doesn’t have to be a cow girl…right?” I asked.

“Once you’re an alternate human you can never go back to being a regular human,” Lyca replied. “But you can switch between different types of alternate humans. There are other types of cows – like pig girls and sheep girls – but they’re all forms of cows so that wouldn’t help her. There are milk maids, but if penetration is painful and her udders and back hurt, that’s a non-starter. There are several other types of alternate humans, but I don’t think randomly trying things until something fits is a good idea. Usually in these situations, the easiest transition from a cow is to a wolf – the body becomes smaller, more compact, more lithe, and for someone having her problems, more comfortable. A former cow can either become a member of a pack, or just become a lone wolf and reintegrate into society in a normal human-like fashion. I talked it over with Helga, and she would like to continue to be involved with the farm. She’s gotten pretty good with cameras, so she can help with the streaming cams and with the security cameras. This girl has a hell of a work ethic and I would love to keep her around. So she has agreed to join the pack.”

“All of that sounds great to me. What does she need to do to become a wolf? Does she need to give a blow job to a he-wolf or something like that?”

“No, wolves are carnivores, so becoming a wolf is a blood ritual. And if she wants to join the pack, there’s some reading she needs to do in advance, and a test. So it will be a couple of weeks before she will convert. If it’s okay, for now she can just stay a non-penetrating member of the herd, provide milk, help with the cams, and all that, then we can convert her when she has met all the prerequisites. We have some supportive clothing she can wear to make it more comfortable until she transitions into the pack.”

“Perfect.”

“Great, just one other thing,” Lyca said. “We like it when new pack members have a non-wolf friend of the pack sponsor them to join. That sponsor would come to the ritual when we turn her into a wolf and induct her. It would be great if you and Alina could sponsor her and come to the ritual. During the ritual we will draw a little bit of your and your wife’s blood, but not a lot. You sponsoring a pack member would also cement the relationship between your herd and the pack. Would that be okay?”

“It would be an honor, and I know Alina would feel the same,” I said. Helga, who had been standing to the side sniffling the whole time Lyca and I talked, came forward and gave me another hug.

“Thank you,” she said. “I’m so happy I can still be part of the farm.”

“We’re thrilled to have you,” I said. “If there is anything you need from us to make your time here – as a cow or a wolf – better, please speak up. I’m sorry you had to go through this.”

Still sniffling, Helga went off to get fitted with some comfortable clothes and then to get back to work on the cameras. Lyca and I talked about opening the cow bar. The buildings were supposed to be completed Thursday so the next day was a Friday, that would make a perfect opening night for the cow bar. Lyca wanted my blessing to have some of the cows to head into town to do a little publicity, and to run spots on local radio and TV about the opening. I gave the go-ahead.

And if it was opening night for the cow bar, it meant it was time to turn my mom into a cow. After Lyca and I talked, I went inside to the bedroom where I could talk privately, and called my mother.

Mom: “Hi Brendan.”

Me: “Hi Mom.”

Mom: “Um…[pause]…Any word on when you might…you know…welcome me to the herd?”

Me: “The cow bar opens Friday night. I want the highlight of the night to be turning my mom into a member of my herd and fucking her until she begs for mercy on stage in front of live in-person and online audience. If less than 500 people see me rip up your newly-minted cow girl rear I will be disappointed.”

Mom: “Finally. I can’t fucking wait to have your bull cock in all my holes. I think my panties have been soaked almost 24×7 since we last talked and most of the time I have a butt plug up my ass.”

Me: “You’re turning my bull cock all kinds of hard.”

Mom: “That’s hot. You need to start calling me by my name instead of “mom” though. I’m Shawna. Call me by my name.”

Me: “Okay Shawna. I’m going to rip up your ass on Friday night, Shawna. Calling you mom when I fuck your ass is hot too.”

Mom: “It is! I need to make a confession, though.”

Me: “That seems to be going around today. What is it?”

Mom: “I’ve been taking some supplements that increase a girl’s chances of having…you know…extra breasts.”

Me: “You’re already at risk of having extra udders just because grandma Bibi has extras. Are you serious?”

Mom: “Totally. She’s twenty-plus years my senior, so she had that as a risk factor anyway. I want a slam dunk. I want at least four, but six would be awesome.”

Me: “Wow, mom, that’s…unexpected.”

Mom: “You’re not mad are you?”

Me: “No, not at all, just surprised. I think you’d be hot with a couple extra pairs. More to jiggle when I fuck your asshole on stage.”

Mom: “I’m so fucking wet. Again. Still.”

Alina came into the room and saw me with my horse-like cock hard and throbbing. She gave me a querying look about the phone and when I said it was my mom, she peeled off her clothes and climbed onboard my meat, sliding her cow cunt all the way down my horse-like bull cock, thrusting it past her cervix and deep into her womb. Then she reached over and grabbed the phone.

Alina: “Hi Shawna. I just climbed on board your son’s big cock. He was big as a lunar rocket from talking to you. He’s stretching my cervix wide open.”

Mom: “Hi Alina, so you’re fucking the cock I got hard?”

Alina: “Yeah, thanks for the assist. You know, a bull can have more than one alpha cow, if he permits it. I think that you should be the second alpha cow. Brendan and I have a king bed, enough for three. You should move in with us, be the true second alpha. You’ve always treated me better than my mom ever did. Since everybody’s confessing today, I have a confession. When I married your son I did it partly to get a real mother instead of my own fucked-up mother, Lucy. So I want you to be the other alpha. I want you and I to fuck your son together. I want you to be my real mom that I eat out and fuck anytime we want. It’ll be awesome. Are you down with that?”

Mom: [Heavy breathing] “I just came. Yes, I am, that would be fantastic.”

Alina: “Great, I can’t wait. Friday night, after you eat me out to become a cow, while you’re pumping out your two gallons of milk, I am shoving my arm up your ass past the elbow. Then, when your son rips into your ass, I’m going to put on a strap on and shove it down your throat. Brendan and I are going to spit-roast you. On stage. Live-streamed.”

Mom: “That would be so hot.”

Alina: “Just don’t hurt yourself between now and Friday night, okay?”

Mom: [breathless]: “Ooooh, I just came again. I’ll try not to.”

Alina began pounding her cow cunt up and down my horse-shaped bull cock holding the phone where my mom could hear it. I filled her up at least three times over before she finally slowed down and hugged me, my cock still up her cunt and pulsing out juice as we basked in the afterglow. Somewhere along the line I think my mom hung up because the line was dead when we were finished. I wondered if she came again.

Meanwhile, while we fucked, work continued apace. By the end of the day Thursday, the cow farm was ready and the cranes were rolling off to their next job somewhere else.

The buildings on the farm all were designed to have an old west feel. They had wooden porches, working shutters, and fireplaces. The two cam studios and the cow bar even had bat-winged doors that could be popped on for when the weather was nice.

The cow bar stood at the end of the property near the road, with its own parking lot and security fence. The cam studios and the little cow houses were all clustered together just up the hill from the house and barn. An additional section was added to the the barn for the private milking sessions, and bleachers were set up by the clover and daisy pasture.

It was time for things to start cranking into high gear.

Whole new sections on our website went live on Friday and customers could reserve slots in the private rooms to watch a cow milk during the evening milking session starting Monday. Folks could also reserve blocks of time to sit on the bleachers and watch the cows frolic. The videos we had been capturing since the wolves got involved came online, and the cows all scheduled time slots in the camming studio to do their thing.

And, of course, the cow bar was slated to open Friday night. We debated what nights it would be open, since we needed to have cows (and maybe a wolf or two) working the stage if it was open. We settled on Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday, with afternoon hours the last Sunday of the month.

Friday around lunchtime my mom’s car pulled into our driveway, followed by a small moving van. I was in front of the barn talking to Lyca. My mom climbed out of her car and almost ran to me, leaping into my arms and wrapping her legs around my waist. She kissed me hard on the lips.

I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra undereath her T-shirt, and she was wearing a pair of cut-offs not unlike the pair the Mallory wore to her interview. I grabbed my mom’s ass to hold her up so she didn’t fall off me, and my finger slipped in between her cheeks and underneath the shorts. She didn’t have any underwear on and her cut-offs were soaked.

There was nothing more I would have loved to do right then was bend her over and fuck her, but she was still a normal human, and my 25-inch-long, 6-inch-thick horse cock would have killed her. When she finally disengaged from me and stepped back, she looked down sheepishly.

“Sorry…I’m just so ready for tonight. I think I’m masturbating at least five times a day. I can’t wait to be turned into a cow.”

“And I can’t wait to turn you into one either. It’s almost time. Just be patient a little longer, it’s going to be a hell of a show.”

I gave her a tour of the farm and introduced her to the cows. Alina and Violet were doing a show in the cam studio with Helga manning the camera, and we watched for a bit. I thought the idea of having my mother here might be strange, but it wasn’t. Me turning her into a cow and fucking her like mad, and even her sort of becoming a second wife to me, all seemed normal and okay. When Alina saw her come into the studio, she disengaged from the mutual-tit-suck she and Violet were engaged in and ran over to hug her. My mom’s shirt got soaked with cow milk, so when Alina pulled back, Shawna’s yellow T-shirt was pasted to her chest and had turned partially transparent.

I smiled. “Once you become a cow, you never have to wear a wet T-shirt – or any T-shirt – again.”

To describe my mom, she was about my height, had a mild mom bod with gentle curves, and had straight dark, almost black, hair (she almost looked kind of goth). You could see a strong resemblance in our faces – not so much with Bibi’s face. And now, as she stood there wearing a wet T-shirt and watching as Alina went back to her camshow with Violet, I knew she was going to make an amazing cow.

I ducked into the camshow long enough to give a quick cunt fuck to Alina and to sodomize Violet, then Shawna and I just watched the rest of the show.

When Alina finished up the cam show, and she and my mom ran inside to direct the movers where to stow my mom’s stuff and to get her situated as a third party in our bedroom arrangement. I was downstairs in the farmhouse trying to take a nap on the couch and watch a ballgame, but I could hear them giggling like schoolgirls upstairs. It made me happy, and I knew that things would be really great once she became a cow girl.

The anticipation that hung in the air before the cow bar opening – and my mom’s conversion – was so thick you could cut it with a knife. We were all itching for the evening’s festivities and the clock on the wall seemed to be crawling. My attempt at a nap was unsuccessful and I went for a walk around the property instead, then got in the car and just went for a random drive. When I got home, I noticed that even the other cows were sensing the nervous energy.

Opening was scheduled for 8:00, and since the wolves were doing the management, the bulls and the cows didn’t have to show up to the bar until 7:45. 4:00 came and went, then 4:30, then 4:45, then 5:00, then 5:05…5:08…5:10…we were all driving ourselves crazy. Ykaterina came up with the idea to play a game and somehow we got into a goofy game of charades (what the hell, charades?) to kill time.

Finally (thank God!) it got to be time to shower and get ready, and at 7:45 the cows, my mom, and I showed up, all clean, horny, and ready to rock and roll. Helga wasn’t part of the troop, she was running the main camera for the livestream so was already at the cow bar.

The cow bar was packed. Beer was flowing, drink specials were cranking, and special cow-girl-milk drinks were rolling down the bar as fast as the she-wolf bartenders could keep up. The hottest drink of the night was the cowslide – a mudslide made with cow girl milk.

We started the evening by me (in just a pair of shorts) leading the cows – who wore cow pattern tights but no tops and were chained together – on stage and introducing each one. I also noted (where appropriate) their relationship to me. That took about ten minutes.

Then we went backstage and each cow went on stage for a two-song routine of their own creation. The cows went all in and took some monster toys on stage with them, showing off what they could do. They squirted milk into the audience, stretched themselves open, and did over top crazy things that made the audience go wild. Paper money rained onto the stage. Between their two songs, all the cows had two minutes to address the audience about themselves, their preferences, and their social media info (including camming info). To get through all eight cows took almost 90 minutes.

After that, Bibi and Essie came on stage and did a milking demo, draining a total of 11 gallons between them. While they milked, I came out and showed my horse-like bull cock, giving a couple squirts of bull juice into the audience.

After that, the she-wolves Lyca, Tori, and Xana did a three-way mother-daughters thing on stage that was smoking hot.

So now the night was wearing on and the crowd was totally stoked. I knew it was time for the main event.

Since she wasn’t a cow yet, my mom had been watching this all go by from backstage, pacing nervously. She wore just a semi-tranparent cow-patterned thong bikini, and the thong was soaked. After my turn on stage and the milking demo, I went backstage and checked the stats on the livestream. We had almost 500 viewers, and there had to be almost another 75 in person. It was quite the crowd.

I reached out and took my mother’s hand.

“It’s showtime,” I said, and nodded to my wife.

Alina, who had already been on stage once that evening, climbed up nude with a chair and sat down, spreading her legs and fingering her kitty. I put a collar around my mother’s neck, attached a leash, and walked her up on stage.

“You have a special treat tonight,” I said. “In honor of our grand opening, we are turning a girl into a cow girl right here on stage before your very eyes.

Alina’s big cow girl udders were trickling milk as she masturbated in front of the crowd. I reached for the knot in the back of my mom’s bikini top, getting ready to pull it off. She unexpectedly pulled away.

“I didn’t think you were going to take that off me until I was a cow?” she asked, looking nervous.

“If you are going to be a good little bimbo slut cow girl you need to do what your bull tells you to. Now get undressed,” I said, just loud enough for her to hear but nobody else.

For a moment I thought she was going to protest, but then a smile slid across her face.

“Of course,” she concluded. She reached up and pulled off her bikini top and the thong and stood there naked in front of the crowd, who hooted and cheered.

“Better,” I said, giving her ass a little slap.

I gently took my mother’s hair and pushed her face in between Alina’s thighs. She knelt down and began eating out my wife, lapping her thick cow labia and sucking on her meaty clitoris. Alina smiled and looked down at my mom, meeting her eyes as she slipped two, then three, then four fingers into Alina’s cunt. Alina reached down and pushed the rest of my mom’s hand and forearm inside, then leaned back as my mother continued lapping up her sweet cow pussy and ass juice.

I lifted up my mother’s ass and eased her legs apart, making sure the audience had a clear view of her cunt and asshole when the transitioned happened. I let several thick streamers of bull cock juice slide down onto her asshole, and used that to lubricate my finger as I slipped it into her sphincter. I only used one finger because I didn’t want to hurt her. I knew in just a moment or two, that would turn into a cow asshole and the sky would be the limit.

Alina moaned and came around my mother’s forearm for the third or fourth time.

I knew because of my mom’s age, it would take a few minutes for the cow juice to take effect. But knowing that I was becoming a tad nervous when we approached five minutes.

Then it happened all at once, like it had with Bibi and Essie. Six inch horns erupted from her head. Her cunt and asshole thickened and gaped, the outer edges of the meaty flesh of her cunt practically merged with the meaty flesh of her asshole. Thick pink tissue hung wetly from both orifices.

I reached down and pulled her back from Alina’s cunt. Her hair was thicker and her face had taken on the typical bimbo-like features of the cow girl – big eyes, long lashes, luscious red lips.

And hanging from her chest were six big udders, similar in size and shape to the set that her mother had, except these were even thicker and milkier. Her aureoles were wide and pale brown, and her nipples trickled sweet cow milk.

The crowd, who had been watching this in relative silence, burst out and started cheering.

My mother, Shawna, knelt before me, looking like the perfect bimbo cow girl slut. She gazed up at me with her perfect little cow eyes and stroked my cock.

“Is my bull pleased with his mommy cow?” she asked, batting her long lashes.

“I am,” I said. “As soon as you give me a couple gallons of milk, I will formally welcome you to the herd.”

I slid my hard horse-like bull cock up between her tits, then up her chin. When she stuck out her tongue to lick it, I pulled it back.

“Not until you give me your first two gallons,” I said.

Lucy appeared as planned with a set of milkers. Thankfully she had prepared for the worst and brought six. She attached them to my mother’s newly-minted udders and turned on the portable milk machine. Immediately streams of milk began pouring from my mom’s big, veiny, milky cow tits.

Alina knelt down behind my mom and leaned her chin on her shoulder.

“I promised you I’d break in that asshole of yours while you milked. Ready?”

My mom leaned her head back, and my wife and mother kissed. Alina reached around and squeezed Shawna’s big milky tits, squirting a heavier flow into a milker that was already past it’s first gallon. Then Alina pushed my mother forward onto all fours, making the milkers clack against the floor as her big, heavy udders hung down.

There is something about becoming a cow (or a bull, for that matter) that you inherently know how to do certain things. My mother somehow knew intuitively what she could do to her asshole, because she leaned over and used her entire fist to pull her asshole open. Pink flesh and cow pussy juice slipped from her ass. Alina used my mother’s thick grool to lube up her hand, then slid first two fingers, then three, then her entire hand into my mom’s ass. Shawna closed her eyes and moaned as Alina pushed inside.

The milkers had reached two gallons and were still going strong, but I wasn’t going to stop Alina from warming up my mother for me. Alina was halfway to her elbow, pushing deeper and deeper. My mother arched her back and moaned, fresh streamers of milk pouring into the milker, as Alina reached her elbow, straightened her arm, and pushed just past.

The milker reached three gallons, and I gestured for Lucy to turn it off. She unhooked the milkers from Shawna’s six udders, leaving my mom’s nipples milky and puffy. I knelt down and pushed my mother’s shoulders up, causing Alina’s arm to slightly distend her stomach. My mom looked at me with her bimbo face and her big cow eyes. Her big, milky udders hung down in front of her. I leaned forward and we kissed, out tongues intertwining, her breath tasting like saffron and milk. I slipped my hard, horse-like bull cock up between her tits and slowly tit-fucked her, lubricating with her sweet milk. My cock rubbed against Alina’s hand inside her abdomen. Thick streamers of my bull semen mixed with my mother’s milk and coated her big veiny tits.

Alina slowly withdrew her arm from Shawna’s ass leaving it stretched and gaping. I kissed my mother again.

“Break me in,” she said. “Stretch all my holes. Go around the world. Make your mother your little milky cow slut.”

I stood up and turned to the crowd.

“This is my mother,” I said. “We turned her into a cow tonight, live in front of you and on our livestream. Hundreds are watching. Now I’m going to welcome her to the herd.”

There was an unexpected second or two of silence, like the crowd were caught offguard by this incestuous revelation. But then some woman in the back of the bar screamed “Fuck her! Fuck your mom!” After that, everyone cheered, egging me on.

I stroked my 25-inch bull cock, unleashing thick streamers of bull come down my mother’s face and tits. She opened her huge cow mouth dutifully and I slipped my monster cock inside, pushing inch-by-inch down her throat until her chin hit my balls. She choked once, retched a little, then settled down and just breathed gently as I held my cock in her throat for a count of ten. Then I gave three pulses of bull semen into her gullet and slowly withdrew my throat-slime-covered meat from her maw. When the head finally slipped past her lips, she opened her watery eyes and smiled.

“Good girl,” I said.

I pushed her down on all fours and moved behind her, stroking my cock and letting more streamers of bull juice slip from the tip. Her asshole was pink, gaping and ready, but I wanted to start with her wet cunt. The thick lobes of my mother’s labia were wide open, and they ran from the hood around her long clit, around her yawning vagina, and merged with the meaty flesh of her stretched sphincter. I gave my horse-like bull meat a hard stroke and slipped it into her wet cunt.

Shawna moaned as I pushed in deeper and deeper, grool and bull semen pouring out of her cunt around my five-to-six-inch-thick horse-shaped cock. Her lobes parted like the fucking Red Sea – and was almost as wet. About halfway down my 25-inch bull cock I felt the horse tip slide past her cervix. My mother gave a loud moan and arched her back, pushing her body backwards and driving the final foot of cock hard into her cunt. This unleashed a tidal wave of semen and grool. All six of her huge tits shook when her ass slammed against my toned stomach. Even I moaned at the sensation.

Helga, who had been operating the camera, moved to get a clear shot of my cock deep in my mom’s slit. I slid two fingers from each hand in beside my cock and pulled her open even wider, giving the viewers online a clear shot of my cock in Shawna’s cunt. I gave three pulses of bull juice into her, then began sliding back.

As my cock slipped from my mother’s cunt, Alina had come up and was using four fingers from each hand to pull my mom’s asshole wide open. A lobe of her pink cow assflesh popped out, coated with grool and begging me to drive my cock inside.

“Fuck my ass,” my mom urged, her eyes closed, her six big cow udders quivering in anticipation, milk streaming from long, hard nipples. When the tip of my cock finally slipped from her cunt, it hung open, her cervix pulled forward, gaped, and hovering just inside her yawning lobes.

“Ram it in my asshole,” my mother moaned. “Please, now. I want to be your little milky cow slut. Fill mommy’s cow whore asshole with your bull juice. I’ve been waiting so long for this moment.”

So I did. I drove my meat hard into my mom’s waiting asshole. It parted smoothly, as if this was the moment it had been waiting for, as if my 25 inches had been inside it a hundred times before. It was amazing. I went straight in and felt like I could have slid another foot inside her without any challenge.

“Oh fuck yeah,” my mother moaned. “Fuck me hard. Come on, make me come a hundred times. Fill me up. Get fucking busy.”

With that urging, I began frantically pistoning my cock in and out of my mother’s gaping asshole. She urged me to go harder and faster, as cow grool and bull come poured out of her ass. Her sphincter gaped even wider than my cock and pink ass flesh gripped my meat, sliding in and out of her asshole with each stroke of my pulsating, vein-covered bull cock.

Sweat poured off both of our bodies. As she had threatened, Alina appeared with an 24-inch-long strap-on around her hips. My mom looked up at her with her doe eyes, then opened her mouth. Alina slipped the dong all the way in.

It took a moment for Alina and I to get our motions in synch, but eventually we got a good rhythm and began spit-roasting my mom. Shawna’s eyes were closed, but moans and groans came from deep in her throat around the cock that Alina was pounding in and out of her mouth. Despite having just been milked, fresh saffron cow milk poured from my mom’s udders, puddling on the stage just below veiny tits that hung to the floor.

Sodomizing my mother was a transcendental experience. It was as if we were born for this moment. Me with my massive horse-like bull cock, my mother with her deep cow asshole. Me with my sculpted bull physique, my mom with her six udders and bimbo body. Me with endless bull energy, my mom with endless cow desire. It was incredible.

My wife and I spit-roasted my mother for what seemed like forever. Helga captured every angle, every stroke, every possible drop of bodily fluids that poured from us. The crowd was screaming their approval, but I barely heard it. All I knew was the rhythm of my cock sliding in and out of my mother’s asshole and the thud as both Alina and I would bottom out on each stroke.

I must have unloaded a half a gallon of bull juice, at least, into my mom’s asshole. And I would bet she exuded at least that much grool from her asshole and cunt. I have no idea how many times she came because I lost track at eight.

I thought it was time to slow down and give my mother a break, but my grandmother Bibi – Shawna’s mother – appeared beside me. She pulled me back, letting my cock slide out, then grabbed the shaft and pushed me back in with her holding on. My cock and my grandmother’s forearm slipped into my mother’s asshole. The diameter of the two combined must have been staggering.

My mother didn’t seem to care. The herbs she had taken to increase her chances of having more udders also seemed to have opened up her ass wider. She pulled off of Alina’s dong and egged me to fuck her harder before my wife grabbed her horns and forced her throat back down the strap on.

I lost track of time. I fucked, I fucked, I fucked. Come poured from my bull cock. Grool poured from my mother’s cow asshole. My grandmother switched hands twice, and still I fucked my mother’s deep, stretched asshole. On we went.

Finally, I decided I had had enough. I slowed down and slowly slid my cock from my mother’s asshole. Her inflamed red flesh slipped out around my cock, hanging out of the gaped sphincter. I walked around to where Alina was still face-fucking her. My wife slid her artificial cock out of my mother’s mouth. Shawna looked up at me and smiled. How she could smile after that abuse I had no idea. Clearly my mother had truly become another one of my slut cow girl herd.

Bibi, Shawna’s mother, moved into position and started sucking bull come from her daughter’s asshole, taking her red, inflamed, stretched assflesh into her mouth and licking off the juice. My mom moaned.

I gently took my mother’s cow horns and moved her face back to my cock.

“You wanted me to take you around the world,” I said, and drove my cock that had just come from her asshole straight down her throat. She moaned and retched, then fell silent as my balls hit her chin. I stroked my cock in and out of her mouth a dozen times, giving her several pulses of bull juice, before pulling back out and shooting several more loads across her face.

“Am I a good little mommy cow slut?” she asked, smiling, her visage coated in my bull juice.

I nodded.

The rest of the night was a blur. I fucked my mom’s ass off and on for the next two hours, before we finally closed up. I crawled into bed that night for the first time with two alpha cows – Alina my wife, and Shawna my mother. I was in the middle and surrounded by big milky udders as I slept. It was divine.

The next morning we all slept in. The wolves showed up around noon to help us clean up and get ready for starting normal operations on Monday.

Alina, Shawna, and I were sitting on the porch late in the afternoon taking a break when Lyca came up.

“Well, it looks like things are all set for Monday, and…” she started, but was interrupted by the sound of a police car coming down the driveway. It was the deputy we had met after we had been robbed a couple weeks before. He climbed out of his car and walked over to the porch. His face looked grim and he started talking without even going through any formalities.

“We’ve caught the criminals who stole your product…but it turns out there’s a lot more to this than just some stolen cow girl milk. We really could use your help.”

PART IX

I stared at the Deputy blankly for a moment.

“You need our help?” I said. Alina and my mother, Shawna, both seemed similarly surprised.

Lyca recovered more quickly.

“What do you mean, Deputy?” she asked.

“Sorry,” he said, pausing to pull of his hat and wipe his brow with his forearm. “The past couple days have been trying. You guys did your first inspection a few days ago, right? And you had your milk tested and certified, right?”

“I guess,” I stammered, looking at Lyca.

She nodded. “We did all the usual things that come with an inspection, so yes.”

“Well when you submitted your milk to the local cooperative, they put it in their database, and got a match with another farm. They had been keeping an eye on that other farm for awhile. The paperwork the other farm was submitting looked a little shady but nothing they could take action on. The inspections were being submitted on time and were certified by someone with a credentials in another state, but still, nothing to set them off completely. But when you submitted your milk, a couple of your cows matched milk that had been submitted from that other farm.”

“Wait…the other farm submitted some of our stolen milk as their own for their inspection results?” I said. “That makes no sense.”

“Actually, it does. That’s probably the main reason they stole it. They weren’t interested in re-selling it, they wanted to use it for their own certification,” the Deputy said.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because they’re shady as hell and their own milk won’t pass muster. The state knew you guys were legit because you had wolves running the show, and when they found you had a police report for stolen product – that was enough for the state board to send us in force with a couple of their inspectors to take a look at that other farm. What we found was ugly. There were a dozen cow girls, and another half-dozen each of pig and sheep girls. The conditions were deplorable, they were being kept in pens I wouldn’t want actual cows, pigs, and sheep to be kept in. It was awful.”

Lyca was shaking her head and cursing softly. Alina and Shawna looked shocked, and I felt the same.

“That’s terrible,” I said. “I don’t know what we can do to help, I will do whatever I can.”

“We’ve got two dozen cow, pig, and sheep girls at a hotel out by the interstate. Six of them just want to go home. So if Lyca’s pack can turn them into wolves instead of cow variants, we can get them reunited with their family. The other eighteen wanted to be cow/pig/sheep girls, but they were misled as to how they would be treated at the other farm. We don’t want to send them to the cow pounds – we’re trying to shut those horrible things down – so…”

“So what I think you’re saying,” Lyca interrupted. “Is they need a good bull and a good farm.”

“How many more can I take on?” I asked Lyca. “You told me I was already getting close to maxing out. I thought that was why I had a horse cock? Plus, what about these sheep and pig girls? They’re not cows, are they?”

“Pig girls and sheep girls are variants of cow girls,” Lyca replied. “Pig girls are, well, a lot curvier than cow girls, they have heavy hips, wide asses, and pregnant-looking stomachs that hold huge amounts of milk. They produce a lot of milk, but unless their diet is just right, it can be a lower quality. They were called pig girls before science knew they were just variants of cow girls – and they were called pigs because they were so chunky and because when they are aroused, milk from their belly comes out all their orifices – making a mess. Pig girls also have a mild skin condition. There is a special kind of mud that works best for them and they need to cover themselves in in a couple times a week. If we bring pig girls onto the farm, they will need a pig girl sty where we keep their special mud baths. You’ll love fucking pig girls, especially muddy pig girls. Sheep girls produce less milk, but their patch of fur runs all the way from just above their clit up to their collar bone. The fur is soft and warm and can be made into some amazing garments – and it is incredibly valuable. But let me emphasize again, these are all just variations on cow girls.”

“That’s a lot to digest,” I said. “But I still don’t understand how I can take on more cows if I am already maxing out.”

Lyca just smiled. “You leave the logistics to us wolves. If you’re willing to take them on, we will find a way to make it work. Let’s start out by meeting these other candidates, just give me a few minutes to make a couple of calls first.”

She stepped away to the side and talked on her phone while the deputy, Alina, Shawna, and I sat there quietly waiting for her return. My head was spinning. This was a lot of information to digest, especially after the anticipation and excitement the previous night had left us all feeling a little spent. I had no idea how Lyca was going to make this work. But I had seen enough from the wolves up to this point that I felt confident she had something up her sleeve that would work out.

And, frankly, I had come to trust Lyca. She had always kept my best interest at heart and delivered what she promised. That meant a lot after some of the shenanigans my mother-in-law and grandmother had pulled.

Finally she returned. Alina, Shawna and I climbed into my car, while Lyca and the Deputy hopped into his cruiser and pulled out.

It only took a few minutes to get to a Holiday Inn Express out by the throughway.

“We’ve got them all their own rooms for now, and they were able to spend the night in comfort for the first time in what I think has been several months of captivity,” the Deputy said as we climbed out of the cruiser. “When I talked to them this morning, they were all in pretty high spirits.”

“How long can we keep them up in the hotel?” Lyca asked. “I am guessing the state is only going to pay for their upkeep for so long.”

“We’ve cut a deal with the hotel, so we can keep them here for a little bit. But if this drags out more than a couple weeks, it’s going to get dicey.”

“So what, exactly, do you expect of me?” I asked.

“Here’s a list of the rooms where they are staying,” the deputy said, handing the list to Lyca. “Go interview each one, and if you decide they are good matches for your farm, then they’re yours. Once you have a housing situation figured out, we can move them out of here.”

“Do we ‘welcome them to the herd’ here?” I asked.

“Why not?” Lyca said. “We can bring in portable milking machines for their use, and we can bring groups of four or five to the farm each day. That way they will all have a couple days a week at the farm until we get this entire situation ironed out.”

“I guess,” I sighed. I looked at the list of girls over Lyca’s shoulder. “Maybe we get my first meeting with a pig girl and a sheep girl out of the way now?”

“You sound nervous,” Lyca said.

“Can you blame me? I’ve never seen one of these types before, so I’m not sure what I’m getting into.”

“Don’t worry about the sheep girls. They are just like regular cows except for the strip of fur. So you’ll adjust without an issue to the sheep girls. It’s the pig girls that can be a little jarring at first.”

I scanned down the list Lyca held.

“Right here, room 318. Jenna, a pig girl. We can go meet her. Shouldn’t she be somewhere she can get some of that mud you talked about?”

“We can get them some creams that will tide them over until we have a proper sty for them.”

The deputy bowed off, leaving Lyca, Alina, Shawna, and myself to pile into the elevator to the third floor.

We found room 318, and Lyca knocked. We heard someone approach the door and look out through the peephole. A sweet, feminine voice from inside called “who is it?”.

“I’m Lyca Blue. I’m the alpha she-wolf from the local wolf pack. With me are Brendan, Alina, and Shawna, the bull and alpha cows from the Daisy and Clover Cow Farm. The deputy sent us.”

I heard the sound of the door being unlocked, then it opened from the inside and I got my first glimpse of a pig girl.

She had the classic bimbo face of a cow girl – perfect ruby lips, long lashes, big gorgeous eyes, luxurious blonde hair that fell halfway down her back. Her big, milky udders stuck out in front of her, straining against the thin tank she wore, her wide aureoles and long nipples pushing through the fabric. As Lyca has warned, her hips and ass were bigger than the usual cow girl. Not immense, mind you, but still, this girl was thick underneath her tights. There was going be a lot to hold on to when I welcomed her to the herd.

Her horns were different from most cow girls. They were short and were coming out of the sides of her head just in front of her ears. They were slightly turned downwards and were more reminiscent of a pig’s tusks than a cow’s horns.

I could see her landing strip through the thin fabric of her tights and tank. It was a pale blonde that matched her hair.

But the most stunning part of her was her tummy. Extended out below her gigantic cow girl tits, her stomach did, indeed, look pregnant. Surprisingly, it was firm, it didn’t slosh, but there was clearly a lot of milk in there. Her big udders were pushed upwards and outwards by the bulb of milk in her abdomen so they jutted out even more than they did for a regular cow girl and stuck out a little to the outside.

“Why don’t you come on in,” Jenna said, gesturing us into the room. Five of us in the hotel room was a little crowded, but we made due.

“The deputy told me about what happened,” I began. “I am so sorry, that sounds inhumane.”

“It was, it was terrible,” Jenna said. “When you’re a cow girl, or a pig girl, you expect your bull to degrade you a little, it’s part of the fun. But you also get to set boundaries. If you tell your bull you can’t do something, they are supposed to back off. And you expect to be given a comfortable place to live, a good diet, mud for your skin, a loving herd. That farm we were at was just…ugh.” She shuddered. “But you’re not like that from what I understand, right?”

“No, not at all,” I said. “We work with wolves, and the law enforcement knows us. In fact they came to us for help with you guys. We want you to be a happy, milky cow…I mean pig girl.”

“I would love that. That’s why I became a pig girl. I want to be a little milky, chubby pig whore. I want a good bull to fuck me, I want lots of bull come inside me, and I want milk pouring from my tits, from my ass, from my cunt, from my mouth. And I want a nice mud sty to roll around in.” She rubbed her stomach. “I was pregnant once, and I loved it so much I wanted to feel that full tummy feeling all the time. I want huge bull cock sliding up against my big belly full of milk.”

She paused and sighed. “Is it okay if I ask a question?”

“Of course,” I said. “What do you want to know?”

“If I am going to join your farm, I need another one of the pig girls on your list to come with me.”

“Sure, we are meeting with all of them eventually, so they’ll all have the same choice as you.”

“But I want to know for sure she said yes. See, she’s my twin sister, her name is Olivia. Can we bring her in here too?”

I looked at Lyca, who shrugged, so I nodded. Jenna made a quick text on her cell phone and a few minutes later an identical pig girl was sitting next to her on the side of the hotel room bed.

We chatted with Olivia just as we had with Jenna. They both gave off a very positive vibe and were amenable to the arrangements that Lyca laid out. As we talked I kept feeling my eyes wandering down to the pig girls’ milky tits and their fat, milky tummies.

I hadn’t had much of an erotic vibe from Jenna or Olivia up until that very moment, when suddenly I realized I wanted to feel those full bellies of theirs. And, if I was honest, what I really wanted was to feel that bubble of milk pressed against my cock as I slipped it into whatever holes they preferred.

Olivia caught me checking out her pregnant-looking stomach for the third time.

“Have you ever felt a pig girl’s stomach?” she asked, smiling.

“Honestly, I didn’t even know pig girls existed until recently,” I said. “So no.”

“Let’s fix that now,” Jenna said and started to peel off her top, but Lyca put a hand on her arm and interrupted.

“Not so fast,” she said. “We need to go over a few details first.”

Jenna pouted for a moment, then nodded. “Sure, you seem like really nice people. If you’ll take me in and give me a nice farm to live at, I want to be a good little piglet whore for you.” Olivia nodded in agreement.

“Good,” Lyca said. “The farm where you will be going to does more than produce milk. It also has a cow bar, does live streams, has live milking, and other adult services. You will participate in these sorts of activities. We also require our girls to get the farm logo tattooed on their ass, sort of like a brand, and they also get certain standard piercings. Does that sound okay to you.”

“That sounds hot. I’m in,” Jenna said.

“Me too,” Olivia echoed. “But why isn’t she pierced?” She pointed at my mom, Shawna.

“She was just brought into the herd last night,” I replied. “Haven’t had a chance.”

“Oh, okay,” Olivia said, nodding. “By the way, how big is…you know…” she gestured at my shorts.

“Brendan is immense,” Lyca replied. “25 plus inches long, six inches diameter at the base. He has a horse cock, so you know he’s huge. And he may still be growing, we aren’t sure.”

“Oh…fuck…yeah,” Olivia squealed. Jenna hugged her.

Lyca brought the conversation back around to business.

“You will be located at a secondary site very near the main farm, we’re still working that out. You will have your own small cow house. You can have a car or anything you like, we have a very generous financial arrangement. You can take vacations, have your family come visit, whatever you want. We are a very open, family-friendly operation. You will be expected to provide full complements of milk, and to perform for our adult services. We will give you creams for your skin for the time being, but when the renovations are done you will have your own mud sty. The bull will probably only fuck you directly a couple of times a week. Outside of that, you’ll mostly be serviced by a milk maid. Is that okay?”

“A milk maid?” Jenna said. “Sweet. That’s the best of both worlds. Big milky tits and…”

Lyca cut her off again. “I’m glad you’re thrilled,” she said, glancing at me out of the corner of her eye.

“Wait,” I said. “What’s a milk maid? How does that fit in here? And why did you cut her off. I don’t understand.”

Lyca leaned over and pecked me on the cheek. “Like I said, leave the logistics to the wolves…and keep an open mind. Trust me, Brendan, it will be fine, you know by now that the wolves have your best interest at heart. Jenna, why don’t you show Brendan your big tummy and get all your holes nice and milky like you said you were going to?”

I was preparing to protest when Jenna peeled off her top and tossed it to the side, releasing her big milky udders and her massive, bulbous tummy. Olivia did the same, then they both slipped off their tights.

How to describe the bodies of the naked twin pig girls that stood in front of me. Wow. They had the typical big, milky udders like all the cows in my herd. They were veiny and had wide brown aureoles and long nipples that were starting to trickle milk.

Cow breasts are naturally firm and jut out in front of the cow girls prominently. In the case of the pig girls, the breasts were pushed slightly outward by the big mound of their stomach that looked for all the world like they were expecting. There was also a slight roll of fat that continued around the sides of their bodies to their back. Further down, their ass and hips were big – not huge, mind you, but definitely chubby and jiggly when they moved.

I was never one for chubby women before I became a bull. I was always one for the svelte, athletic girls. Becoming a bull had turned me on to the bimbo cow look with their big, milky udders. But I would have never expected I would find these roly-poly pig girls hot.