Brielle to Bessie Ch. 03

Theo was done fucking Maybelle and was describing the effects of bull cum to his masturbating audience when he noticed Katie dragging a very naked Brielle by the wrist.

"What happened?" he asked, stepping through the ring of new hires to stop Katie from taking Brielle away.

"She may have had too much milk," Katie explained, chewing on her lip.

Brielle only had eyes for Theo's cock, which was still dripping after pounding away into Maybelle.

"You know what to do," Theo was saying. Brielle barely heard, as entranced as she was by his monster cock. It was exactly what she needed.

Katie was enormously strong, however, as she pulled Brielle away, across the paddock, and back into the room where they watched Maybelle's transformation video. Katie pushed her down at a table and disappeared for a moment, before slapping down a piece of paper and a pen.

"Read this and sign it," Katie instructed. "Then we can take you home so you can gather any items you need, and your work will officially start."

"And then I can have Theo's cock?" Brielle asked. It was all she could think about.

"Then you can have Theo's cock," Katie promised, then reached over and slapped Brielle's growing tits. A jolt of pleasure ran through her, and Brielle moaned.

"Sign it," Katie said, then disappeared again.

Brielle looked down at the paper.

CARTER'S COUNTRY COWS SUMMER CONTRACT

That's odd, Brielle thought. She knew it was Carter's Country Store, but this clearly said Carter's Country Cows. In her milk-induced haze, she didn't think much more of it, and read on.

BY SIGNING THIS CONTRACT FOR EMPLOYMENT, ALL EMPLOYEES (HEREAFTER REFERRED TO AS HUCOWS) MUST AGREE TO FOLLOWING:

1. Hucows are not permitted to share any details of their employment with anyone outside of the business, even after their contract ends.

2. Hucows agree to drink Carter's Milk with the understanding their bodies will undergo transformative change necessary to produce milk enough for the general population's consumption.

3. Hucows acknowledge that there may be unintended consequences from drinking Carter's Milk, and they agree to hold Carter's Country Store harmless from any side effects, intended or otherwise.

4. Hucows acknowledge that housing is provided free of charge for the duration of their contract, provided they follow all drinking and milking regimens, as well as any other regimens deemed necessary for the production of milk.

5. This contract is explicitly for the production of milk and does not require insemination for this production. If any hucow wishes to be inseminated, a new contract must be signed, which supersedes this contract in all respects.

6. Carter's Country Store cannot guarantee that the hucow's body will return to its normal state upon completion of their contract, and that any procedures necessary to return their body to normal size are taken at the risk and expense of the hucow in question.

7. The hucow agrees that they will be compensated $5,000 for three-months employment. This contract will not be renewed or extended unless another one is signed by the hucow.

The words were all jumble to Brielle, and she didn't quite understand what a hucow was, but she signed eagerly all the same. The money seemed good, and she was beginning to go through the transformation itself and was begging for that special milk so she could look like Maybelle. She thought a summer with enormous tits and regular paddling pleasure sounded incredible. She didn't care if her body didn't return back to normal, she quite thought going back to college with gigantic breasts was actually a bonus.

Still naked, she walked around the orientation room to give the paper back to Katie. She found her in a small room with a telephone and tiny desk, speaking quietly into the receiver. When Brielle entered the doorway, Katie's eyes widened. "I've got to go now," she said hurriedly, and hung up the phone.

"I've signed," Brielle said, feeling parched. "Now can I get some more milk?"

"First things first," Katie replied. She grabbed the paper and put it in the desk, then dragged Brielle to another small room with shelves lining one wall.

From one of them, Katie grabbed a dress identical to the one Maybelle wore and pushed it into Brielle's hands. "That's your new uniform. Put it on." Katie stepped forward and slapped Brielle's tits again.

Lightning bolts of pleasure rocketed through her, and Brielle instantly obeyed. Sliding the dress over her head was easy. The ruched bodice stretched over her inflating breasts, and she pulled the string as tight as she could over them. Because of the slapping, beads of milk sat on her tits and soaked into the fabric, making it see-through. Brielle couldn't help but admire her body. She would make a really good hucow, whatever the heck that was.

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Katie wasn't exactly true to her word. She didn't immediately take Brielle back to the barn and give her milk or Theo's cock. Instead, Brielle had to wait in the orientation room for everyone else to come back, sign their own paperwork, don their own uniforms, and then they were trudging back across the property to a set of minibuses. They were all being taken home, Katie said, so they could gather whatever small necessities they would need to make their stall feel like home, explain their summer-long residential employment to their families, and then they could return back to the barn and officially begin their summers as hucows.

Brielle was rather impatient as she drove back with everyone, hardly able to tolerate the minutes that ticked by as they all took turns waiting at each other's houses. Each new hucow emerged with a small bag. Brielle wondered what they would even need. She didn't see the point. She planned to be milked and fucked and she didn't think she needed many home comforts for that.

The boy who had fucked her in the barn sat behind her for the whole journey, leaning forward to inhale her scent from her neck. He didn't say anything, and it mostly began to annoy her. Brielle didn't want his tiny dick anymore, she had bigger goals.

When it was Brielle's turn to gather her things, she was glad no one was home yet. It was almost 5:30 by this point, and she rushed through her room. She got out a small drawstring backpack and tore through her closet. She grabbed some underwear but skipped all her bras--she knew they might not ever fit again. Begrudgingly, Brielle grabbed small items like a toothbrush, a comb, and then paused. She truly couldn't think what else she might need, and then a thought struck her. She went into her parent's nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube. If it occurred to her that it was a gross thing to take her parent's lube, she barely registered it. She knew she would need it if Theo was going to put anything else in her ass, and she wanted it just in case.

Brielle was halfway out her house and back to the minibus when a familiar car pulled into the driveway. She tried to jog back to the bus without him seeing, but her father called out after her before she got back in.

"Brielle? Honey, where are you going?"

"I got the job at the farm! They're going to throw in free housing since the work is so... tough!" she called back to him, trying not to make eye contact. "I'll call home when I can!"

She gave a cheerful wave and then hopped back in, hopeful she got by without her dad noticing her tits poking out through her dress.

As they drove away and back to the barn, Brielle finally started to relax. She still had the guy behind her breathing down her neck, but now that she knew she was going to get more milk, she leaned back and began pawing at her breasts and rubbing her clit. The sensations she got from rubbing her fingers over her most sensitive parts were heightened, and she knew it was all part of her transformation.

Her summer as a hucow was going to be great.

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John watched his daughter Brielle drive off down the road in farm's bus, not sure he believed his eyes.

When he told his wife about their daughter's summer job, he left some details out and created a few new ones to fill in some gaps. His wife might have thought it was a little strange, she might have worried, but he did a good job at masking the odd truth.

That night, as John fondled and sucked on his wife tits, as he pounded her pussy like he hadn't done in years, he thought of his daughter's enlarged breasts bouncing as she ran out of the house, her dark areolas showing through the sheer fabric. He didn't know what her summer employment entailed, but he knew something was up. As the sound of his wife's moans filled his ears--she hadn't been fucked like this in so long, she had no chance of keeping quiet--John became determined to find out.