Howdy. This part is the “inspection” story I have been hinting at for a few episodes. I would have posted this a couple days ago, but I just felt like it was lacking. Not sure why, but I hope you folks find it to be satisfying. The next episode after this one is already about two-thirds done, and I am really happy about that part, so it might not be too long before part VIII lands.
This episode picks up immediately after the previous episode ends.
As always, I will note that all characters are 18+, all cows are human cows, all wolves are human wolves.
Thank you for reading and for your support!
Enjoy!
Fields of Daisies and Clover – A Hucow Story, Part VII
The rest of Sunday afternoon was uneventful. The cows milked, I filled them with bull juice, I made Bibi take her bull juice from Nina’s cunt and Lucy’s ass – plus all the other usual stuff.
And I fantasized about turning my mom into a cow…soon…
Monday morning, Lyca arrived bright at early at 8:00. The cows had just sleepily wandered out for their morning milking, coffee in hands, and I was staring out the kitchen window, ready to go fill their preferred holes with bull come as soon as they were done milking.
Lyca was incredibly cheerful. She burst into the kitchen and gave me a big hug, sliding her hand into my robe and stroking my cock. I twisted a tight, pierced wolfen nipple underneath her thin white tank top.
“So what’s got you so fired up?” I asked.
“This afternoon we take you through your first inspection, and we’re expecting the ranch buildings to arriving today as well.”
The wolves and their contractors had laid a series of foundations around the farm for cow housing, cam studios, the cow bar, and other cow farm functions. The plumbing and electrical were run and poised for the buildings to arrive. The wolves’ project plan called for a lot of stuff to be live just a few days after the buildings arrived. I was skeptical for their ability to do everything at once, but they were the experts. And frankly, I couldn’t wait. Once the cow bar was open, my mom was going to join the herd on stage in front of an in-person and live-streamed audience. Slipping my big bull cock into her deep cow ass for the first time was going to be earth-shakingly hot. The thought sent a surge through me…
“Right,” I replied to Lyca, bringing my thoughts back to the day at hand. “I watched the inspection videos. I’m looking forward to it. But why wait until this afternoon if you’re here at the crack of dawn?” I asked, giving her nipple another tweak. She slapped my hand away playfully at first, but then pulled off her tank so I could fondle her some more.
“We’ve got three cow girl candidate interviews this morning. If they are interested, we can convert them before the inspection. That way we will be able to inspect all the herd without you adding a couple more the cows the day after inspection – besides maybe your mom. Less paperwork.”
“Are these the candidates from the farmers market?” I asked.
She nodded. “They’ve already gotten a look at your cock and Nina’s body, so there won’t be any surprises there. The only other surprise is that one of them is a little older, not as old as Bibi, but in her mid-50s. So she might end up with some extra hardware.”
“Six tits like Bibi?”
“In her fifties, more likely just four, but we’ll see, there are some overachievers out there. And some underachievers – she might just pop out with a really big pair. Also, some girls take certain herbs before they transition that increase their chances of having more udders. And finally, there is a genetic component. Having a cow girl in your family with 4 or more udders increases your odds.”
“Do they always come out in pairs? You never get a cow with three udders, or five?”
“Not that I’ve ever seen, they always show up two at a time, one on each side.”
“What about that delay that Bibi had before she became a cow? I was getting worried.”
“Totally normal. The older they get, the longer it takes for the cow cunt juice to take effect…Hey, it’s 8:10. The first candidate gets here at 9:00. You’ve got a herd to fuck and a shower to take. Get busy.”
She stroked my cock a couple of times, licked the head, then let me slip a hand down her leather pants for a quick feel before she snatched my robe and shoved me out the door to the barn naked (with a growing erection). I filled up the cows with bull cock juice while they finished milking then showered in the open air cow shower behind the barn. Nina followed and by 8:55 we were both sitting on the porch awaiting the arrival of the first candidate. I had pulled on a pair of shorts (at Lyca’s insistence) and Nina had on a T-shirt designed for cows along with a pair of tights.
The first candidate arrived right on time, her dusty pickup pulled up in front of the farmhouse at exactly 8:59. She climbed out of her car wearing a pair of denim cutoffs cut high enough to show half of her ass cheeks, along with a red checkered shirt that had the sleeves cut off and the front tied under her substantial bust. It was otherwise unbuttoned, so she essentially was wearing it more as a bikini than a shirt. She also had on a pair of leather cowboy boots and a cowboy hat over auburn curls. Nina and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes.
Her name was Mallory and it turns out she had grown up on a farm wrangling cow girls, so her outfit was actually on point. She was really down-to-earth, 25 years old, and said she was ready to move beyond farming cows and to actually become one. When I asked why she didn’t just join the herd at her family’s farm, she said she wanted to go to a farm that worked the whole cow girl voyeur angle, she figured there was more money in that. I asked what her family thought of that, and she said they were cool with it – just because that wasn’t their path they still supported her decision.
Overall, Mallory seemed like a solid candidate – especially considering her experience at cow farms. We asked her if she was good with getting converted that day before our inspection, and she gave a thumbs up. She was also okay with getting pierced and getting our logo tattooed on her ass as our brand. Then I asked her the inevitable question:
“If you know anything about cows, you knew this was coming,” I said. “Vaginal, oral, or anal?”
“Vaginal, all the way,” she shot back with a big smile. “I’m one of those rare girls who loves to get her cervix poked. The kitty is where it’s at for me. Cow girl cervical penetration is the shit, I can’t wait.”
Nina nodded. “I’m a pussy cow girl too, and I can confirm a cow cervix opens wide for a bull cock. The cow biology is just amazing. You will love the feeling, especially as the head slides in and out past the aperture.”
Nina and I agreed on Mallory as a future member of the herd and asked her to wait in the barn until we finished the interviews.
The second candidate was supposed to be there at 10:00, but didn’t show up until 10:25 and never apologized or offered an explanation. Though she had seemed pretty straight up when we met her at the farmer’s market, she came across in the interview like she thought she was better than everyone else – better than all the other cows – and just seemed like a bitch. I also got a feeling that she might have been a little stoned. When we didn’t offer her a position in our herd, she stormed off the porch and burned rubber down our driveway. Nice.
And that brings us to the third candidate. She arrived a few minutes early – witnessing the tire-squealing exit of the previous candidate. Her name was Essie and she was 54. She had spent most of her life up until that point as an accountant married to a lawyer. A couple years before, her husband had been caught in an affair with a twenty-something paralegal and decided he preferred the younger model. In looking at Essie, that blew my mind. She stood six feet tall, had long blonde hair, and clearly took really good care of herself. She was wearing a light blouse over a shorts bra, and a pair of yoga tights that accentuated her toned body. She was incredibly hot. Clearly, her ex was a complete idiot – and I told her as much. She nodded gratefully.
“So why do you want to be a cow,” Nina asked. “That seems so completely opposite from your life up until this point?”
Essie gave a beautiful, radiant smile.
“Exactly. I went to business school because of pressure from my family. I married my husband because of pressure from my family. I became an accountant because of pressure from my family. I’ve always given in to what they wanted, which was business-like and buttoned-down. But a part of me has always wanted to do something a little more daring. I remember my husband almost lost his shit when I went topless at South Beach – we never went anywhere near a topless beach ever again. Another time I created an Instagram account and posted two bikini pics. He went nuclear. In the end, he was the one who went off his nuts and ran off with that young little tramp, so this time it’s my turn. I want to be a cow and have all that freedom. Alternative humans can do so many more things that regular humans can’t, and cow girls have amazing biology. I’m never wearing a bra ever again and I’m only wearing clothes if I have to.”
I smiled. “With our herd, you have all the freedom you want. We are even happy letting our cows take vacations so they can have some time away from the herd. I do have to ask, though – are you aware of the risks of being a slightly older woman and becoming a cow? And are you okay with the adult components of our farm?”
“Yes and yes. Having additional breasts sounds interesting, and being a milky camgirl after a life of stuffy offices sounds freeing and exciting.”
Essie seemed like a really good candidate. When I asked if she was down with turning into a cow right away before our inspection that afternoon, she said she had hoped I would say something like that. She had been celibate since the divorce and was getting sick of it. And when I asked about our piercing and tattooed “branding” she was good. So Nina moved to the final question before I could.
“What’s your preference: vaginal, oral, or anal?” she asked.
“I really don’t care,” Essie said. “I know that sounds strange, most cows have a preference. But my husband was so vanilla – pretty much just missionary or – when he was feeling crazy – he’d let me climb on top. But that’s it. Wouldn’t even go for a blow job or eating me out. I need to try everything out before I choose a favorite – if I even choose.”
“If you develop a preference, let us know, if not, no stress. We just want happy, milky cows.”
Nina and I walked Essie back into the barn where Mallory was hanging out chatting with some of the cows. I was glad we got there when we did because I got the feeling that she would have soon been between either Lucy’s or Bibi’s thighs if we hadn’t arrived. As it was, she was already attached to my grandmother’s six tits and had her saffron cow milk buzz on. She looked up at us with a big happy smile, her chin coated with milk, and her top off. But she still had her cowboy hat on.
Helga had a camera in hand and was already filming the action as Mallory drained my grandmother’s breasts.
Lucy and Bibi gave me sheepish smiles.
“We’re just getting to know her,” my mother-in-law said, looking at the floor and scuffing it with her toe.
“Yeah,” my grandmother added. “We just wanted to chat up the new girl a little. Just being friendly.”
“That’s a little bit more than chatting,” I said to Lucy and Bibi, shaking my head.
Despite the silliness, Mallory and Essie transitioned smoothly. Mallory was boundless energy but little experience, Essie was slower, calmer, and more experienced. Essie didn’t take as long as my grandmother, but there was definitely a delay in her popping into cow mode. And as predicted by Lyca, she ended up with four udders instead of the six that Bibi grew. Still, the four she had were big and milky and she produced five gallons before I fucked her cunt doggy-style to welcome her to the herd.
We took a pause for some lunch before we moved to the inspection, then Lyca’s betas rounded all the cows into the barn. The herd now numbered nine, including my wife as the alpha cow and Bibi as the omega cow. The rest were just regular herd cows.
Lyca gathered the cows around her laptop and made them watch the video on inspection I had watched last night. So they now had a general idea of what was going on. While the cows watched the video, Lyca changed for the inspection. Her outfit consisted of a black full-body rubber gimp suit (though her head was uncovered) to protect her from cow cunt juice that might turn her into a cow. Strapped to her pelvis was a strange-looking latex inflatable dildo with guages hanging off of it and measuring markings on it. The dong was only slightly inflated and hung semi-limp in front of her.
At Lyca’s direction, Xana and Tori lined up all the cows in a line in the center of the barn and had them remove all their piercings. Nina, as the alpha cow, was in the front of the line. Bibi, as the omega cow, was at the end of the line. The other cows were lined up in a row. Xana turned on a camera on a pedestal so we could film the inspection for later posting on social media, and Tori worked the laptop to take the official inspection notes.
Lyca turned to me.
“You know that you will need to have checkups on all your cows within a 90 days of their conversion, and every six months after. As of right now you have zero cows that meet that criteria. We will need to address that within the next few weeks, but that’s not uncommon for new cow farms.”
“Right, understood,” I said.
“Also, we will need to take samples of the milk from each of the cows from your inventory to test it, and samples of your bull semen. We will do that after the physical inspections.”
Again, I nodded my understanding.
“Good, so let’s get busy,” she said. She walked to the head of the line where Nina stood. “The first part of the herd inspection involves inspecting the udders and the milk. After all, they are the most important part of a cow farm.”
Lyca took each of my wife’s breasts in her hands, squeezing them, feeling their weight, then ran her hands underneath them and along the sides. She then moved behind Nina and followed the line of her breasts under her arms, feeling the muscles, ligaments, and bones supporting her milk bags.
“The core cartilage is really strong and well supported, and the muscles have really good structure. No concerns,” Lyca said.
She jiggled Nina’s tits, then squeezed a streamer of milk out of first one nipple, then the other. She leaned down and licked the nipples.
“Excellent,” she said.
Next she moved Nina to stand in front of a a fabric sling that the wolves had hung from the ceiling beams – a scale. Lyca lifted Nina’s left breast and hung it in the sling, adjusting it so that the scale weighed the breast properly.
“12.6 pounds” Lyca called out to Tori. She switched to her right breast and weighed that.
“12.8” Lyca said. “Very nice symmetry.”
Lyca pushed the sling scale aside, then took a tape measure and wrapped it around my wife’s body and bust at nipple level.
“52 inches. Excellent,” she called out to Tori.
Next, she wrapped the tape measure around just Nina’s left tit at the fattest part, then her right tit.
“26.2 inches, 25.8 inches,” she called out.
The lengths of my wife’s nipples were 2.3 inches, both of them, and she was able to comfortable stretch them out to over five inches long. Nina’s aureoles were 4.75 and 5.10 inches wide at their widest, left and right. When Lyca called Violet over to lick Nina’s cunt, Nina’s aureoles shrank to about half their diameter and became hard as a rock.
Lyca gave Nina a peck on the cheek and moved on to Lucy, who was next in line. Again, she felt up my mother-in-law’s tits, then weighed them, then took all the measurements. And so on down the line until she had inspected the udders of each cow in turn. She seemed pretty pleased, especially with Essie and Bibi, who had the extra breasts. All of the mammaries came in between nine and fourteen pounds, with Lucy having the heaviest individual pair at 27.9 pounds and Bibi (obviously, since she had four) having the heaviest complete set at 62.2 pounds (how the fuck could she even walk?). All the cows had 50-60 inch busts, and their tits were generally just a little over two feet in circumference at their fattest. Aureoles ran from as little as 2.5 inches wide for Helga all the way up to 7 inches for Angela. And nipples were usually in the 2 – 3 inches long range.
“The udders of your herd are excellent,” Lyca said, smiling. She returned to the head of the line where Nina awaited the next phase of inspection.
I noticed that one of the things that the wolves had strung from the rafters was an inflatable dildo on the end of a long cord. It was similar to the one that was hanging around Lyca’s hips. The alpha she-wolf pulled my wife to the big dong and told her to open her mouth. Nina smiled and complied, opening her bimbo cow lips as wide as she could.
If you ever get to go to a real live cow girl farm, one of the things you should be prepared for is just how wide the cows can open their mouths (and all of their orifices). Since they have to (and want to!) take massive bull cocks all the way to the hilt, and since bull cocks are several inches in diameter at the base, they can open their mouths insanely wide. Usually that’s not something you see in the wild unless they are sucking bull cock. But if you are at a cow farm at inspection time, be prepared for a shock.
Nina opened her mouth wide – crazy wide. Lyca slid the two-foot-long inflatable dong that was hanging from the rafters all the way into my wife’s mouth. Nina didn’t bat an eyelash, just let Lyca slide the whole thing in. When it was all the way in, Lyca began inflating the dildo.
I had now been around cows for a few weeks, so I was kind of getting used to the crazy things they could do, but I was not prepared for what Lyca did to my wife’s mouth. When Nina finally raised her hand to ask Lyca to stop, the alpha wolf read out a figure for Tori to note.
“6.7 inches diameter mouth/throat.”
“What the fuck,” I said. “Seriously?”
Lyca nodded as she let the air out of the dong and slid it from my wife’s lips. Nina came over and gave me a kiss and wink before Lyca ordered her to get back in line. But my wife’s reading was nothing. When we got to Angela and Ykaterina – the main oral queens of the herd – they read 9.1 and 9.4 inches diameter, respectively.
“Holy fuck,” I said as Lyca slid the inflatable dildo out of Ykaterina’s bottomless gaping maw, rimmed by her perfect, red, full bimbo lips. “I had no idea.” Ykaterina blew me a kiss.
The throat-fuckers aside, the rest of the herd came in around 6 to 7 inches diameter for their mouths and throats.
“The mouths of your cows all seem to be flexible and serviceable,” said Lyca as she wiped off the oral dildo she had been using and left it hanging from the rafters.
By this point, my bull cock was hard as a rock. As much as I hated wasting bull semen, thick streamers of it were hanging from the tip. Xana, who had been filming the inspection brought the camera over and took a long shot of my muscled bull body and the thick veins running around my two foot, meaty bull cock, then continued filming as Lyca lifted up the tip of my throbbing cock, gave it a lick, and winked.
“Don’t get too carried away, your turn will come soon enough,” she said.
Lyca returned to Nina at the head of the line. She called Mallory and Violet over. The two cow girls with previous inspection experience stood by quietly but expectantly.
Lyca ran her hands down my wife’s stomach, feeling her tummy, running her fingers through Nina’s cow fur landing strip, and then sliding her gloved hands between my wife’s thighs. Nina sighed and closed her eyes as Lyca felt her up.
Lyca moved behind Nina and gently pushed her over so she was leaning forward against a post. She tapped Nina’s thighs and had her spread her legs. Then she gave a few pumps of air into the inflatable cock hanging in front of her, and began sliding the dong inside Nina’s slit.
Nina closed her eyes and smiled as Lyca slid the two-foot-long dong into her pussy. Her nipples tightened and trickles of milk slipped from her udders that hung in front of her. As soon as Lyca’s stomach bounced against Nina’s ass, Lyca began pumping air into the dildo. I watched as my wife’s cunt got stretched wider and wider and wider. Finally Nina held up her hand to stop the alpha she-wolf.
“7.8 inches,” Lyca called out, then slowly slid the dong out of my wife, leaving her vagina gaping and wet. Violet leaned down and used her hands to hold Nina’s cunt open, giving Lyca a clear view inside.
“Nice cervical dilation, good color, excellent musculature, nice penetration, looks great,” Lyca said. Violet let go, and Violet and Mallory both gave Nina’s slit a lick, and both gave a thumbs up.
“Great,” Lyca said. She deflated the dong most of the way and repeated the performance on Nina’s asshole, this time only coming out with a diameter of 6.3 inches. Clearly this was why my wife preferred vaginal over anal.
Lyca continued through the same set of actions with each of the remaining cows. The biggest diameter ass was on Lucy, at 9.2 inches, and the biggest diameter cunt/cervix was on our new cow Mallory at 9.3 inches. Lucy pouted and determined to try harder. The smallest on both were on poor Helga, both coming in at just around 6.2.
“That will definitely do,” Lyca said, putting the tape measure away and pulling out a really long, thin, flexible dildo with measurement markings on the side. “Time for the depth check.”
Nina was first, followed by the rest of the cows. The deepest throat was Ykaterina at 31.8 inches, the deepest cunt was my beloved at 32.9 inches, and the deepest ass was Lucy by a hair at 33.2 inches. The shallowest was Helga who barely checked in around 25 inches on all three holes.
By this point, I was insanely hot and all the cows were turned on. I could tell they wanted nothing more than for the climax of the inspection. But first, Lyca had to have her direct inspection of the bull and his cock.
Since she was done with the cow inspection (and no longer in danger of coming into contact with too much cow pussy/asshole juice that would turn her into a cow) she peeled off the gimp suit and stood nude in front of me. She measured the length of my hard bull cock (25 inches – I had grown), the circumference of the head (16.3 inches – 5.2 inch diameter), the circumference just behind the head (12.9 inches – 4.1 inch diameter) and the circumference of the base (19.2 inches – 6.1 inch diameter).
“There’s only one thing left is checking to make sure the bull can satisfy all the cows with room to spare. Slide all the way into me, give me three pulses, then go to the hilt in all three holes of all the cows, giving them three pulses in each hole and bringing them to a climax in their preferred one. Then you come back to me and make me come at least twice. Got it?”
I nodded. It was the moment I had been waiting for ever since the inspection began. Lyca bent over and leaned against a barn post, her wolfen cunt sopping wet and gaping open in front of me. I gave my bull cock one final stroke then drove my meat into Lyca. She gasped as I went for glory, parting her lobes with my meaty head and driving all the way in until my bull balls hit her wolf clit. I gave a few strokes, then pulsed three full shots of bull semen into her. She moaned and I felt her come around my cock.
I slipped out and moved to my wife. Nina preferred vaginal, and it made sense to me that I would finish in the cow’s preferred orifice. I gently nudged her down onto her knees in front of me and slid my cock into her mouth, slipping all two feet down her throat. She closed her eyes and moaned softly when my balls hit her chin. I gave her three pulses into her stomach then slipped out. She stood and bent over, giving me access to her cunt and asshole. I buried my cock her asshole first giving her the required three shots, then slipped into her slit.
Nina’s cunt was her preferred fuck, and she moaned as I slipped into her, driving my bull cock down her cow love tunnel, popping through her dilated cervix, going all the way until my stomach hit her ass. She moaned again as I began a slow motion in and out of her slit, grool and bull semen slipping from her hole around my cock. It was wonderful.
Nina was my wife, and I loved her, and I would have loved to have spent the next hour giving her a long, slow fuck. But unfortunately we were in the middle of an inspection, so I had to keep things moving. Equally unfortunately, it doesn’t take a bull long to make his cow girls pop, so I only had to give a half dozen strokes before Nina came around my cock. I sighed and slipped out of her, leaving my juice and her grool gushing from her gaped cunt. That wasn’t very satisfying.
Lucy – an anal queen – was next. I again started in her mouth, driving my cock all the way in and giving three pulses. Next I bent her over and gave her three pulses in her cunt. When I was done with her pussy, she reached around and used three fingers to gape her ass for me. She pulled it almost as wide as Lyca had during the inspection. It was pink, pulsating, and filled with cow grool.
“Please don’t be gentle,” she intoned. So I wasn’t. I drove my cock hard into her ass, burying all 25 inches in one rapid thrust. Lucy arched her back and her tits shot out streamers of milk. Again, unfortunately, she came almost immediately around my cock. I sighed, gave her three pulses of my bull juice, and slid out. Pink ass flesh hung out from her gaped sphincter after my withdrawal.
Next up was Angela. Her preference was oral, so I bent her over and hit her cunt and ass first, administering the required three pulses before she dropped to her knees in front of me, closed her eyes, and opened that insanely wide mouth. It was like watching a snake unhinge its jaws. It was practically uncanny. I swear I could have almost slid the first half of my cock into her without hitting the walls of her gullet. I pushed in, slipping all the way and began to facefuck. But again, cows come fast for their bulls, and just a few strokes in, Angela came hard, her throat slime cascading out of her mouth and down her chin. I rolled my eyes, gave her three pulses of bull semen and slipped out.
Helga, who was another vaginal girl, was also the one with the smallest holes, so I very gently gave her her three pulses in her mouth and ass. She then seemed to come the moment my cock passed her cervix, but if felt a little odd. I never thought any of my cows faked orgasms, but this one gave me pause. Still, she seemed to pop, so I didn’t doubt her.
Violet, another oral girl, was next. Same old story. Three pulses in her ass, three pulses in her cunt, then two strokes into her mouth and pop goes the cow girl. Sigh.
Mallory the cervix queen was next. It was laughable. Like Helga, the moment my head hit her cervix she popped. So sad.
Ykaterina was another BJ sweetie, but she came before my head was halfway down her throat.
Essie, who wasn’t sure what she wanted, asked for vaginal to be her preference for the inspection. To my massive gratitude, she actually had some staying power. It took almost a dozen passes in and out of her cervix before she popped. I was so happy I hugged her from behind and filled her up good before I moved on.
Finally, the omega cow, Bibi, my grandmother, who was a total anal slut. I penetrated her mouth and cunt as per procedure, then paused in front of her asshole while she used two hands to pull it wide. I didn’t have particularly high expectations, but I was thrilled when Bibi managed to hold back for two solid minutes before finally reaching a crushing orgasm that made her knees buckle. Had I not held onto her, she would have fallen to the floor.
Once my grandmother came back to her senses, I slid from her asshole and turned back to Lyca.
“Make me come twice,” the alpha she-wolf said.
“No problem,” I replied, driving into her cunt and pumping my gargantuan bull cock in and out of her. She still was bent over, thick streamers of her grool sliding down the inside of her thighs. She moaned as I pumped her. I felt her legs shake and held her up as she came quickly around my throbbing meat.
Still I pumped in and out of her cunt, my bull semen gushing out of her around my meat. I felt her come again after just a dozen strokes.
I slowly let her slide from my cock. She slipped onto all fours for a moment, then looked up at me with a smile.
“Fantastic,” she said.
“That wasn’t particularly satisfying for me,” I replied. “I’d like to hit the cows again in their preferred holes.”
“Not a good idea. Maybe you could, but you might max out.”
“So what if I do?” I asked.
“It hurts like hell,” she said. “You have horrible muscle cramps for about ten minutes until your balls get some semen back in them. Plus, I’ve never met a bull who could do an inspection then a regular fuck of nine cows and complete it.”
“I’d love to try,” I asked.
“There’s another risk too…”
“What?”
“Occasionally, really strong, potent bulls – like you – can overdo it and their cock changes into…something different.”
“Different? Is it no longer a cock? Is it no longer usable?”
“No, it’s definitely still a cock,” Lyca said. “It’s just different, it becomes kind of…horse-like.”
As we were having this conversation, the cows were sensing my feelings of dissatisfaction and were pressing towards me and making mewing sounds. Angela was on her knees in front of me, reaching for my cock. Lucy was pressing her tits against one arm, Bibi against the others. The rest of the cows were looking on behind them. I have to admit, the combination of my own unsatisfied arousal and the angst of the cows was interrupting my higher brain processes. If I had been smart I would have just given my wife a good, long fuck. But like I said, I wasn’t thinking with the head atop my shoulders.
“Whatever…” I said, disregarding the warnings of getting a horse-like cock.
“Your choice. But be sure to stop if you start to have any kind of muscle soreness…”
Before Lyca could say anything more, the cows grabbed my shoulder and pulled me over to them. So it started again, except this time I got a chance to suck on some of those big, veiny, cow girl titties first. The milk was sweet, delicious, intoxicating. I took at least a mouthful from every single one of their cow tits. Then I pounded Nina’s cunt, Lucy’s incredible ass, Angela’s mouth, Violet’s ass, Mallory’s cunt, Essie’s slit, Ykaterina’s lips, and Bibi’s bottomless ass. Helga begged out, saying she was feeling funny after the inspection. When I was finished, all of the cows except Helga had their preferred holes full and overflowing. Finally I returned to Lyca, bent her over, and gave her another dozen pulses into her cunt, before I pulled out and sat down, sweat pouring down my muscled bull body.
“There,” I said. “That’s better.”
“Christ,” Lyca said, smiling, giving me a hug and stroking my still-hard cock. “You are a cock demon. That was incredible to watch.”
Honestly, I probably could have kept going but I was becoming afraid of those muscle cramps Lyca warned me about. One of the cows brought beers from the fridge and we sat around in the barn catching our breath.
Suddenly Lyca said “oh shit.”
“What?” I asked, looking around. She pointed at my cock.
“I was afraid of that,” she said.
I looked down at my meat that was still half-erect and slowly trickling a thread of bull come. But it had changed. The cock head had become strangely shaped and the base had been altered. It looked weird.
“There you go,” Nina said. “This is what I was worried about.”
“Wow,” I murmured. “Is this permanent?”
“As long as you remain a bull, yes,” said Lyca. “But on the other hand, it is an incredible turn-on for the cow girls. When that horse cock head hits any tightened part of their orifices, like the throat or cervix, it drives them nuts.”
I looked down at my meat. It was weird, but not too weird. I figured if I could get used to horns and things like that, I could adjust to this freaky meat. The cows seemed fascinated by my newly re-formed cock and they gathered around, feeling it, stroking it, shoving their milky mounds into my face. I couldn’t help it, I felt myself getting hard again as I sucked on their long nipples and wide aureoles, drinking down their delightful saffron-tinged milk. Their hands were all over my horse-shaped cock and it was turning purple and erect.
I might have gone another round with them, but before I could I became aware of a distant rumble outside that slowly got closer and closer until it sounded like it was coming up our driveway. I scooted out of the barn, followed by Nina, Lyca, and the cows.
Lined up on the driveway, and then alongside the road stretching almost as far as I could see were a series of flatbed semis with different components of modular buildings. A pair of cranes were in the lead.
“The cow ranch has arrived!” Lyca cried.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/132h1vy/fields_of_daisies_and_clover_a_hucow_story_part