**Introduction:** Hey everyone! Sorry for the long delay, I had some personal troubles to deal with. Anyway, here is the third chapter of my ongoing hucow-focused erotica! Hope you enjoy!
Also, I highly suggest reading the other chapters first to understand what is going on.
1. [Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11xhkgc/the_life_of_a_professional_hucow_chapter_1_molly/)
2. [Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11ykthb/the_life_of_a_professional_hucow_chapter_2_molly/)
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# Inside the specialty enclosure
Pauline, our instructor, left me in the specialty enclosure with some other girls, none of whom I recognized. I assumed that they were from other facilities because, as Pauline said, only a really small percentage of girls are deemed to be worth putting in the specialty enclosure. So there was a single common enclosure for all the sellers to showcase their special recruits in.
Including me, there were six girls here inside the enclosure and there was a large crowd gathered outside it. Surprisingly, I found that a lot of the attention was focused on a thin girl with small tits even though it was a hucow convention. At first, I thought it was because she was the only one who was completely naked while the others had some form of clothing on. But the moment she turned around a little, I understood the real reason. She was here purely based on her looks, and she was clearly different from the girls in the “pretty faces” enclosure who were supposed to become pornstars.
No, this girl looked like a haughty, Russian supermodel. She was tall and slender with flawless, pale skin, perfect body proportions, long, dainty limbs, and a stunningly gorgeous face that would fit much better on the cover page of a fashion magazine than some sleazy porn DVD. She did have small breasts in line with her body type, but surely, nobody would come to recruit someone like her for milk production capabilities. She would probably get a great, lucrative contract that would still require her to maintain a bare minimum lactation level, but her main job would undoubtedly be to look pretty for rich people with hucow fetishes, be it in fashion shows or some lucky bastard’s penthouse suite.
But it’s not like there was no interest in girls like me who were here because of their chests, not their faces. Funnily, three of the other girls, who were all wearing white flowy maxi dresses with their facility’s logos, appeared to be triplet sisters. Judging by the discussion going on around them, all three of them had a rare variety of milk affinity and they were apparently getting shipped off overseas to make some kind of fancy milk on an Australian farm.
As for the last remaining girl, I guessed that she was like me who got evaluated for having potential for high-volume milk production. She was only wearing a low-waisted skirt with no tops, her huge mammaries openly visible to anyone interested. On the other hand, I was wearing a high-waisted skirt with an integrated underbust corset that was reminiscent of a farmer’s wife in medieval times. Of course, I was not wearing any blouses either, so my tits were also on full display, spilling over the edge of the underbust corset. It seemed that both of us were noticeably overendowed in the breast department which made me question the idea that breast size does not correspond to milk production capabilities. In the same vein, I also felt self-conscious because I seemed to have the smaller set of tits out of the two of us who were here for raw milk output potential.
# My future owner
So far, I had not been approached by anyone, so I was just sitting by myself watching the people around us. Suddenly, a group of men and women opened the enclosure and got inside. They seemed to be in a hurry as they looked around in earnest, their eyes finally settling on me and the other big-breasted girl. One man quickly approached me and asked, “Are you Gwen? Gwendolyn Perkins?”
I shook my head and said, “No, I’m Molly. Molly Weddell.”
The man murmured, “Never heard of you, tch…” and turned to the other girl around whom there was already a sizable crowd. I could hear frantic phone calls being made while the girl in question, whose name I assumed was Gwen, was unceremoniously sprawled on the floor. People examined her inside and out as if to check her as livestock, scanning her QR code and asking questions along the way.
Gwen was clearly overwhelmed and could not say anything. Within minutes, a bidding war broke out around her. I thought there would be an auction but these people did not seem to care, they were directly offering a contract to the stunned girl. There seemed to be 2 parties fighting to get her on their farms. I was astonished to hear the numbers they were throwing around.
“Five hundred thousand as your signing bonus and we can sort out your yearly wages later! Think about it, if you sign with me now, you get to keep all of it. Once the official auction starts, you’ll have to give 30% of that bonus to the organizers!” said a portly man, who was clearly the owner of one of the competing farms.
The man who had spoken to me earlier interjected and said, “Five hundred and fifty thousand! And I will give you your own bedroom. How about that? Won’t get that on Nick’s farm!”
“Fuck you, Gareth!” swore the man named Nick. He then turned to Gwen and said, “Seven hundred thousand, and I’ll even make a special exception and let you visit your family once a year. How about that? Won’t be getting family time on Gareth’s farm, he never lets his cows visit their families!”
Gareth was clearly upset about the whole situation and I got the feeling that he could not match Nick’s bid. My suspicion turned out to be correct as he stomped away to gather himself as Nick and his personnel took Gwen away, handing a wad of cash to her agent to keep silent about what just happened. Clearly, they didn’t want anyone to know about their underhanded way of recruiting a future hucow championship contender.
While Gareth was watching Nick’s group walking away with Gwen and fuming over his loss, a woman who had come with him started talking to him in a hushed tone while nodding in my direction. She appeared to be his assistant of sorts, but it was clear that she had worked as a hucow at some point in her life. She and Gareth kept talking and a few minutes later, they came over to me. The woman reached up and brushed my hair away. My QR code was pasted on the side of my neck, right below my ear. With my QR code exposed, she scanned it with her phone and showed Gareth my information.
Looking at my profile seemed to calm Gareth down almost instantly. The scowl disappeared from his face and he started to smile a little as he introduced himself and his assistant, “Hello again. I’m Gareth Haywood, owner of Haywood dairy. This is my assistant, Maud.”
I politely replied, “Hi, My name is Molly Weddell. I’m hoping to work as a hucow.”
“And work you will. So, has anyone come by and offered you a contract yet?” Gareth asked.
“No, not yet. I don’t seem to be too popular.” I said with a nervous smile. I was getting my first contract offer even before the official auction!
“You’re from a public facility, that’s probably why,” explained the good-natured woman named Maud, “They don’t advertise their girls while the private facilities invest a lot of effort into marketing their stock. We’re lucky that we get to be the ones whisking you away!”
“I, uh… I want to have Pauline with me if we’re going to talk about contracts.” I stammered, remembering what was told to us back at the facility.
“Who’s Pauline?” Gareth asked, “your agent?”
“Umm, yes, I guess. She brought me here and is taking care of me.” I replied.
“Keep her out of this and you get to keep all of your money. Otherwise, you’ll have to give her a cut.” my prospective owner warned.
“I understand, sir, but having her around would make me feel comfortable.” I tried to reiterate my desire to have Pauline with me without sounding defiant. I wanted to make a first impression that I would be a good, docile girl who would keep her head down and obey instructions without any pushback. But I also wanted to have Pauline with me here because I did not know what I was doing.
“You’re loyal, I like that. Okay, Maud, go find this Pauline. I will stay here with Molly,” Gareth said and Maud took off immediately. It was very clear from her behavior that she had been conditioned for years to listen to Gareth, and even though she was now retired, her internal conditioning still held her accountable to the man who used to be her owner.
Gareth asked me about my past and why I wanted to work as a hucow. We talked for a while until Pauline bounced swiftly across to where we were standing, smiling cheerfully at the prospect of a fat commission.
“Hello,” she said pleasantly, with an unforced, friendly professionalism. “I’m Pauline. It is my pleasure to represent Molly here on behalf of our facility.”
“Right,” Gareth replied, “I’m interested in your girl here,” he said, nodding briskly in my direction.
“Yes,” Pauline said eagerly, “yes, Molly has a lot of potential. Have you seen her file? Here, let me show you some of her most salient statistics, but trust me, she’s going to be a superstar!”
Gareth smiled thinly, “I will be the judge of that, thank you. I have already gone through everything you have on your file there. I know Molly has the talent to even compete in the Yield festival. That’s why I want her. So let’s get to the point, I want to buy this girl.”
Pauline was a little surprised and replied, “You can bid for her in the auction, for sure…” However, Gareth sighed and cut her off. “You’re a small-timer, I get it. Maud, explain.”
Maud, the woman standing silently behind Gareth, spoke up instantly. “Master Gareth wants to buy Molly right now. She will not be going to the auctions. You will report to your superiors that Molly changed her mind and withdrew from your program, thereby becoming a free agent. She will then sign an independent contract with Haywood dairy. Master Gareth will reward you handsomely for your compliance… and silence.”
Mr. Gareth shook his head a little and said to Maud, “That’s just Gareth to you now, Maud. You’re not one of my cows anymore, you’ve retired and are now my assistant.” But Maud looked the other way, not answering.
Gareth then looked at Pauline and continued, “I believe that Maud explained well. Listen, we wouldn’t even really need you here if Molly had agreed. But she’s a good girl and she stuck to her instructions. I like to see that trait in my cows. So I’m respecting her wishes and I agreed to call you over. Now, listen to me very carefully.”
After that, Gareth leaned in a little, looked intently at Pauline, and said, “I have a 5 figure check in my back pocket for the person who makes this happen. Are you that person?”
“I… uh…” Pauline was shocked and nervous. “Oh my God, okay. Yes, I am that person. I’m sorry, I have never handled something like this. But I promise that I will make this happen. Hang on…” Pauline did some tapping and typing on her I-Pad before saying, “Okay, Molly has been released from our facility’s jurisdictions and is now a free agent.”
“Good job. Now, here is the contract I’m offering her. You can take a look at the fine print if you want but the important details are these…” Gareth said as he scrolled on his own I-Pad, showing some important parts of the contract to Pauline. “Five hundred and twenty five thousand dollars as her signing bonus, 10% above the standard yearly hucow salary of eighty-five thousand dollars, on-site healthcare… Anyway, discuss it with your girl and let us know. We’re going to go look around a little and come back. I want an answer when we return.”
# The hucow contract
Mr. Gareth and Maud left and Pauline stayed with me. “I apologize, I should be more experienced in this and be able to guide you better, but I haven’t handled girls like you before and I did not expect this situation.” Pauline said. “But it will be okay. I won’t abandon you, because, let’s face it, I stand to gain a fair bit of compensation here too!”
[[READERS: You can read the contract here]](https://docs.google.com/document/d/1KyYUHimWIs3_tY5xkr80YKRYppyeBP-6pMOzkmgzEzU/edit?usp=share_link)
“Anyway, let’s look at what we have here.” Pauline continued as she showed me the contract, “I don’t know if you want to read the entire document but if you have any questions, let me know and if you think you’re happy with the terms and conditions, we will take you to the NHFA representatives present here and get you officially registered as one of Mr. Gareth’s cows.”
“The NHFA reps will ask you for your verbal consent, scan your eyes, take your fingerprints, all that jazz, and register you in their system as a professional cow owned by Haywood Dairy. They’ll also take off your QR code sticker here,” Pauline tapped the side of my neck, “and burn in a permanent one using their laser engraver. Look, I still have mine!”
Pauline swiped her hair off to one side to reveal her neck to me. She did indeed have a QR code on her neck! But it was light pink, so it was not that noticeable at first sight. “How did you get such a light pink QR code, Pauline? It’s so light it almost blends in with your skin!” I laughed while touching her neck lightly.
“It was dark green and easily noticeable when I was in service. That’s the color my farm used for all their cows.” Pauline explained like a good mentor. “You can get your code removed when you retire, just like you can get a free breast reduction. I opted for the reduction because frankly, fully matured hucow tits are really difficult to live with if you’re not in active, full-time service. But I loved my job on the farm so I decided to keep my code. I had it redone in light pink to make it a little less conspicuous, but I still love how it reminds me of the hard work I did in my youth. Keeps me grounded even if I’m doing really well in life now, you know?”
“I see…” I said softly at the older woman’s deep reasoning for her life choices. My trust in her as a person grew and I eventually asked, “Right, Pauline. There’s a lot of legal jargon here, but can you please tell me if there is anything I should be concerned with here?”
“Honestly? Not really, hon. All these things are saying is that you have to be a good girl, keep your head down, follow your orders, and stick to your schedule. Nothing you don’t know already.” Pauline skimmed through the contract again. “The only additional stuff here is the rapid pregnancy part. They’re going to use synthetic dolls to simulate pregnancies quickly. This is technically an additional procedure but it has unofficially become an industry standard. You’re going to have to agree with this, no compromises. My suggestion is to just embrace the experience.”
“How does it work?” I asked.
“Oh, it’s just like regular pregnancies, except it progresses a lot quicker and at the end, you’ll give birth to a plastic doll instead of an actual baby.” Pauline explained, “They do this at the beginning quite often because pregnancies really grow, mature, and flesh out your titties in a natural way that drugs or training just can’t mimic. And of course, they develop your milk production capabilities big time. Even when you become fully matured as a cow, they’ll do it from time to time to just keep you topped up with all the fertility and milk-making hormones…”
Moving on to the next point, Pauline said, “and looks like they want to make you do some promotional stuff… I wouldn’t worry about this too much. This happens all the time. Rich douchebags with hucow fetishes come to a farm, pick a few girls, and take them away for a couple of days. If someone takes a fancy to you, I say, get the most out of it! Enjoy your time at his place, have fun enjoying the TV, the internet, video games, great food, whatever you like! Just do whatever naughty thing when he wants you to and you’ll be fine!”
“And lastly,” Pauline said, “they’re going to run you in the Yield festival. It’s a hucow milk-making competition. With your titties, you’re destined for this. Downside is that they get to do things to you that will usually not be permitted for normal girls. But that’s why they’re paying you big bucks, right? You’re not going to be able to avoid this, I’m afraid. No matter where you go, people will find out soon enough and will run you in the milking competitions. It’s a great honor to be able to do that, actually! So I say go for it!”
Pauline finally looked up from her palm-top and asked me, “So, do you want to sign with Haywood Dairy? I would. They’re clearly going to make you compete in the Yield festival. You’re going to make a lot of money, for both yourself and your farm.”
I nodded my head to say yes and the kind older woman said, “Great! Let’s go and find Mr. Haywood then!” I followed Pauline out of my cell. We had to look around a little before finding Mr. Haywood and his assistant. They were standing in front of another cell and were apparently in a loose conversation. Pauline brought me over and said, “Hello again! My Molly here has decided to sign with you. All that’s left is to get her signed up as one of your cows!”
# Getting registered and branded
I was brought to the NHFA representatives’ tent and was quickly registered as one of Mr. Gareth’s hucows. The registration took all but 15 seconds to complete. We then proceeded to the laser technician’s tent to have my permanent hucow QR code burned in. I entered the tent while the others stayed outside, chit-chatting happily. Inside, there was a short queue. I waited for a while until my turn came.
“Now put your head in there sweetie, there’s a good girl…” the laser technician, an old man, said to me, pointing at a metallic device. It looked very similar to one of the devices I had previously seen at the eye doctor’s, but this one had several locking mechanisms designed to completely immobilize someone’s head and neck.
I was a little frightened and confused but I could only choose to obey as the man put a hand behind my head and helpfully pushed me face-first into the device. Due to how the machine was placed, I had to bend over a little at an awkward angle. Then he scooped my hair out of the way before closing the device around me, locking my head and neck in place. After that, he took my hands and clasped them on either side of the device, immobilizing them too. He then started turning a lever that slowly but excruciatingly stretched the device out, straightening and elongating my neck as far as it could physically stretch.
I was positively scared at this point stuck in the metal harness with little wiggle room. Suddenly, I felt a searing pain on the side of my neck as the laser device started carving my QR code into my flesh. “Mmm… mm..” was all I could manage because I could not move my mouth at all. The rest of my body could thrash around but my head and neck was firmly locked into the machine. Struggling was absolutely futile as the machine did its job of holding me in place perfectly. I could not move or cry out or do anything except staying stuck in the machine and suffering under the hot laser.
“It’s going to hurt, but that’s what our machine is designed for sweetie, we can’t have you move around and mess up your permanent code…” the man said nonchalantly as he observed the progress of the laser engraving. Tears rolled down my face while the machine continued to burn my hucow identification information onto my body. It felt like an eternity before the thing came to a stop. The old man sprayed some soothing liquid onto my neck before releasing me. “Off you go, girl…” he said, waving me off.
I walked out of the tent weak-kneed and teary-eyed, but from the looks of the others waiting for me outside, they were fully expecting me to come back like this. “Did it hurt too much? Aww, don’t mind it hon, it’ll stop burning in a couple hours.” Pauline said kindly, examining the newly engraved code on my neck that boldly declared my status as a professional hucow. She gave me a last hug, saying, “Well, you’re a Haywood Dairy cow now. I’m so happy for you! Be a good girl and work those tits as hard as you can, okay? Good luck!” before taking her leave.
# A new life awaits
Watching Pauline walk away finally made it sink in that I’ve just been “bought” and from now, I’m an actual piece of property legally owned by a hucow farm. The weight of the realization scared me a little but it also gave me an odd sense of… calmness and relief?
I honestly felt extremely relieved that I won’t have to actively be in charge of making decisions for myself anymore, decisions that would eventually determine the quality of my life. Now, all such difficult decisions would be made for me and all I have to do is follow them. I can just passively let my body work on autopilot to produce the voluminous loads of milk that the farm would want from me every day, and follow any other instructions laid out for me. And if I do that like a good girl, a comfortable life is now guaranteed along with a ton of money and benefits when I complete my contract! I have craved this sense of relaxed safety all my life instead of the constant uphill battles, and now, I am finally just… calm and satisfied.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/132qa90/the_life_of_a_professional_hucow_chapter_3_molly