Hucow breakfast

When I turn back towards me bedfellow, I notice one jarring detail about her outfit. She's wearing a thick collar with a cowbell on it. It makes her look like a total pet, submissive and breedable. Why don't I have one?

"Your cunt is delicious and all, but I still need to eat for real," Imane says while dragging me out of our bedroom. She doesn't mention the cowbell.

The corridor outside really reminds me of an hotel, especially with the signs on the door handles. Although, not all the signs are paper rectangle saying "do not disturb", or "please do disturb". There are also a few handles that have panties hanging down from them.

Hucows are slowly coming out of the different rooms, greeting us as we pass by them. Some are dressed, others are almost naked.

All are wearing cowbells, and some have cow tags attached to one ear. I hadn't noticed that yesterday, so nervous I was for my first breeding. I'm pretty sure they weren't wearing either in the communal showers, so they might've taken them off before going for a wash.

A few bulls also come out of some of the room, chatting and flirting with the cows and each others. They are also sometimes naked. I almost run into a cute farmhand with an enormous shaft, and she sends me a look that fills my spine with sweet shivers, and blows me a kiss. Did she fuck me yesterday? I don't remember her. I don't remember most of the bulls who used me. I'll have to learn their names if I want to be a good hucow.

Imane brings me into a dining room of sorts, with long cafeteria tables with connected seats.

Imane leads me towards the buffet, where an assortment of tasty-looking platters welcomes us. Bread, eggs, fresh fruits, juices, yogourt, and all manners of jams, sauces and butters.

"You'll get to meet the Doctor today, she'll give you your supplements and stuff, but I can already tell you that you need to eat plenty. All the new cows are told they need to fatten up. The pills she'll give you will make sure that a lot of that new weight goes straight to your udders."

I nod, and then pick up a plate and start filling it up with everything that looks good, which means pretty much everything. Whoever is in charge of cooking here, I'd love to meet her and give her head!