Themes: transformation; breeding; hucow; CNC

Introduction

We all get stressed thinking about our future, right?

That’s what nineteen year old Cassie had asked her professor, Andrew. Orphaned, her place on his journalism course was funded by a scholarship, and she needed an internship if she wanted to keep it.

“If you want my opinion, you need to write what you know,” Andrew told her. “You’re fascinated by the weird, not local bargains or videos of cats. Go out and pursue that.”

That was how Cassie found herself parked in some remote lay-by an hour from the city. Andrew had told her a rumour about a local farm involved in a peculiar trade: human milk. Curious and desperate to secure her future, Cassie needed to know more.

The sign at the far end of the lay-by, half obscured by overgrown foliage, read ‘-eeding Station’, suggesting the way to a diner. But when Cassie got close and pushed the branches aside she saw the truth of this place: ‘The Breeding Station’.

A narrow lane brought her to what appeared to be nothing more than your average farm. She headed towards the nearby main house and knocked politely on the door.

“Well, what do we have here?” An older lady smiled. “Come on in. My name is Joyce. What brings you out here?”

Cassie stepped inside the ornately decorated home. “I’m a student. I heard about your… wares, and I wondered if I could write a story on this place?”

Joyce looked surprised, but not irritated. “Our ‘wares’ are part of a niche market. Forgive me for wondering who told you about us?”

“My professor,” Cassie explained. “Andrew Moorley.”

“Ah, that name does ring a bell. I believe Professor Moorley taught my son. Well, I’m not sure if the world is ready to accept our product, but we are looking to increase production so I suppose I can show you around. Then maybe we can come to an agreement.”

Delighted at the opportunity and what this could do for her, Cassie fought the urge to punch the air. “That would be great.”

“There is one condition. The location of our facility is secret, so visitors are required to take a mild sedative prior to transport.” Joyce held out a glass of water and a pill she’d taken from a locked cabinet. “You’ll experience a period of unconsciousness, that’s all.”

Cassie was hesitant, but reluctant to lose this story, she agreed. She swallowed the pill with a mouthful of water and soon drifted off.

The Paddock

Cassie came too, not all that slowly, and what grogginess she felt soon subsided. She realised her movement was restricted and looked to see three holes separated her head and hands from the rest of her body, which was no longer visible behind a panelled wooden wall. She’d been locked into a medieval style stock. She was in a sheltered, grassy courtyard. Directly ahead of her another face peered out from the wall.

“Hey there!” The ginger haired girl grinned. “I’m Dolly.”

“Where am I?”

“The Paddock, silly! This is where all the cattle live.”

Cassie’s heart was racing. “Cattle? I think there’s been a mistake-”

But Dolly was no longer listening. Her head was bobbing back and forth and a contented expression had washed over her face. A figure stepped into Cassie’s vision.

“I thought that if you really wanted to write this story you might want to experience our business from our employees’ perspective,” Joyce said, releasing Cassie from her restraints. “I hope we didn’t scare you.”

Cassie stood up and looked around. Dozens of other women were restrained like Dolly. “What is this place?”

“Our business serves a variety of purposes, some I can tell you and others I’d have to show you.”

“Is she being…?” Cassie gestured to Dolly, to which Joyce nodded. “So this is a brothel?”

“Oh, no. This is much more than that. We offer our clients a discreet, risk free outlet for their needs.”

“Risk free?”

Joyce held a small plastic packet out in the palm of her hand. She peeled away the foil cover to reveal a purple pill. “Our customers take one of these at the start of their visit. When they ejaculate, our livestock, like Dolly, experience all the benefits without the risk of impregnation. Call it temporary infertility.”

“The benefits?”

Joyce shrugged. “That’s something I’d need to show you.” She gestured for Cassie to follow.

They headed through a doorway at the other side of the barn. From here Cassie could see a skinny, pale man fucking Dolly like he’d never fuck again.

“The first course of treatment begins the transformation process. Hormone production is increased significantly. The effect of this on our livestock is a swelling of the vagina, increasing sensation and desire to mate.”

Dolly’s customer pulled out to allow Cassie a look between her legs. The flesh of Dolly’s engorged labia had taken on a pinkish hue from the increased blood flow. Her clit twitched excitedly.

Joyce thanked the customer, who wasted no time in sliding his surprisingly girthy cock back into Dolly’s pussy. “The second course of treatment further increases hormone production and creates a perpetual state of fertility. The combination of infertile sperm in a fertile environment encourages the production of milk. Aside from the customers who pay to use our stock, this is of course how we make our revenue.”

A pump was fastened to each of Dolly’s breasts. It whirred quietly as her body was rocked by an orgasm. A steady flow of white liquid filled the attached vats.

Joyce led Cassie further through the barn to where another girl, who was being fucked by a man with an extremely hairy chest, begged to be bred.

“Dose number three begins what we call the ‘de-evolution’ process. Women have a decreased level of cognitive function as their body moves its focus onto reproduction.”

They walked further along, into an area where a girl kneeled, drooling.

“The fourth, and final, dose completes the transformation process.”

“You keep saying ‘transformation’, but what are you turning these women into?”

The drooling girl mooed. “Human cows.”

Cassie crouched in front of the woman and picked a piece of apple from the trough in front of her. The woman took it from her palm and munched noisily.

“And this is their life now?”

“It’s a year long contract. Fully paid, obviously. Most women just like a break from life.”

“Do they remember, after that year?”

“For a time, yes. Then our previous subjects have told us their memories get cloudy. It starts to feel like it was just a dream. The two women talked for a while longer as they walked until eventually they returned to where they had started. Joyce took a syringe from a silver tin and held it up. “Now you’ve seen our business, but to really write about it you need to understand it. Would you like the first treatment?”

Cassie looked at the clear liquid in the syringe’s cylinder and bit her lip, ignoring the wet spot that had formed in her underwear. Was she willing to put herself on offer for paying men in the name of a news story? It was her last chance of course. If it wasn’t great…

“Just the first dose,” she finally agreed.

The Beginning

Word of mouth still seemed to hold its power, because even without a website the Breeding Station didn’t lack customers.

The men were allowed to roam the barn and choose who they’d like to breed. Cassie had been there less than an hour before she felt the first pair of rough hands grab her hips. The treatment was strong, its effects causing her pussy to literally ache, so when she felt that first bare cock enter her she was overcome with relief.

Her customers varied. Some could last for hours, others were there to simply breed. What was guaranteed was Cassie’s constant need for more.

It was Dolly who convinced her to take the second dose. So, after a week Joyce came by to fit the pumps.

Cassie’s next orgasm had her entire body shaking. She bucked like a wild horse on her customer’s cock, much to his delight. By this point she was accustomed to the feel of cum inside her, but this was different. A surge of heat rose through her, intensifying with every load she took. By the end of the day her breasts had doubled in size and were releasing a steady flow of milk.

As more and more men told her that her only purpose was to be bred, Cassie found it hard to argue. Why would anyone choose a life of worry when they could live in a state of perpetual pleasure? She became less interested in writing a story that would shock the world, and more so in helping other women find this place. That’s why she accepted the third dose. If she wanted the words that would bring them here, she needed to experience it all.

Time became an obsolete concept to Cassie. Her thoughts became less and less coherent as she was driven by a primal urge to please. She spoke only to beg.

Her back arched at the sound of footsteps approaching, but the man did not fuck her like she anticipated. Instead he walked into the paddock. Cassie had taken plenty of cock, but never imagined the first man she’d see in since arriving would be her professor. And yet there he was, a gentle smile on his face. She noticed he held a silver tin in his right hand. After a moment he began to unbuckle his trousers.

“Long time, no see,” he said, stepping closer. Cassie knew he was looking into her eyes but she was transfixed by the cock swinging like the pendulum of a hypnotist’s clock. “How have you been?”

“Fuck me?” she answered instinctively.

Andrew held his cock frustratingly close to her nose. Cassie inhaled his musk and felt a surge of heat between her legs.

“Now, Cassie, I’ve come to let you know you’ve got a choice to make.” Andrew grabbed her chin and forced her to meet his eyes. “If you’re ready to go I will take you back to the city. We’ll get you a job at the local paper so you can stay on my course.”

Cassie stared at his lips as he spoke.

“Or,” Andrew opened the tin. Inside, set into black foam, were a bottle and a syringe. “You can put all your troubles aside and take your final treatment. Begin a new life here.”

Andrew stood and allowed her the briefest taste of his cock. Cassie moaned gratefully at the taste of salt.

“Listen,” he whispered kneeling down so he could lean in close. Cassie continued to stare at the cock pointed up at her. “This stays between you and me, but I thought you should know as it might help you make your decision.”

A flash of colour caught Cassie’s eye. A purple pill laid on the ground.

“If you stay, I promise I’ll continue to visit you. But I need you to know that I can’t promise there isn’t a risk to these visits. You know what happens when I don’t take the pill, don’t you? And we both know you’re more fertile than you’ve ever been.”

Cassie stared into Andrew’s eyes. His smile was kind, but she could see a hunger deep within him. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Nine Months Later

Andrew stepped into the private stable. The luxury of seclusion had come with a hefty price tag, but he considered it worth the charge. The sudden absence of a student had raised concern within the local community. In an effort to support Cassie’s family, Andrew had set up a fundraiser. Of course, with no family to share it with, the money was there to be spent. At least this way he didn’t have to worry about sharing.

Cassie looked up from her trough as he entered. The effects of the final dose had taken a matter of hours to trigger. Once her treatment was complete, Cassie had devolved fully as promised. She recognised him, but there was a vacancy to her stare. He wiped the drool from her chin and ruffled her hair. As he always did, he made a point of dropping his purple pill into the soil. Then he left Cassie and headed to the other side of the stable wall.

The introduction of fertile sperm to her body had enhanced the effects on Cassie’s treatment. Her breasts had double in size ogain and had come to produce such a volume of milk that the pumps had to be changed twice daily.

Andrew took his place at Cassie’s rear, now fully nude himself. Her ass had also doubled, its flesh jiggling with every slap. He parted her pale cheeks to reveal her engorged pussy, now reddish in colour from the constant flow of blood. She seemed to be sensitive to pheromones because each time a male passed she began to drip. He slapped her clit gently and watched her pussy throb.

There was also the matter of her bulging stomach. Andrew had come to realise that Cassie’s treatment prevented impregnation, but his seed had still had some effect. A bump had formed over time, not firm as expected, but still beautiful.

He lined his bare cock up with the entrance of her swollen pussy and pushed himself inside. Cassie gave a delighted groan, not dissimilar to the guffaw of a donkey. She continued to yelp and moan happily as Andrew took his time fucking her, teasing until he felt the splatter of her squirt against his balls. Finally his three day load erupted from his cock.

Five Years Later

Elise, another orphan, was the first eligible of Andrew’s students to try to report on Cassie’s disappearance. He was only trying to be supportive by giving her a nudge in the direction of the Breeding Station; her curiosity did the rest.

Over time the disappearance of women became somewhat of a quiet phenomenon. After a couple of years Andrew wasn’t just limited to his students; a wanna-be true crime podcaster had reached out to him; a couple of women had posted into obscure online forums; even the estranged sister of one the women had come looking for answers. He’d even been kind enough to help a troubled trans woman, Charlie, embrace her femininity.

After half a decade he’d procured a herd of twelve cattle. When Elise came along and begged to join Cassie in her own private stable, Andrew hadn’t known how he would cover the cost. Fortunately Cassie had kindly donated her earnings from her first year. And that was how it went on; the most recent girl paid the fee for the next.

With the stables at capacity, Andrew had no choice but to accept the donated funds into his own account. It was more than enough to retire and move nearby so he could tend to the herds’ needs.

Joyce and her team had been aware for most of his tenure that Andrew didn’t take his daily pill, but the milk produced was at such a volume they’d chosen to turn a blind eye. After a few years they’d even developed an enhancement treatment for him. The side effects were testicles the size of avocados, but it was a small price to be officially registered as the business’ first (and only) ‘Bull’.

With the prior consent of a selection of the herd, a decision had been made to adjust the treatment of five. As a result four of his cattle had been successfully impregnated.

“Good girl,” he groaned as he emptied his seed into the fifth for the forty-seventh day in a row.

A litre of hot cum spilled from Charlie’s smooth hole. Andrew proudly patted her ass. Joyce didn’t need to know the fifth woman in their trial couldn’t technically have a child… Not when he and Charlie were having so much fun trying.

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