The Songbird: Milktec Industries Presents

The town of Fall Church knew who was on the bus when it made its usual stop. It wasn’t uncommon for the old timers to sit out on the general store porch and watch as the meager comings and goings of the dusty bus stop occurred. It was, however, uncommon for half the young men of the small town to loiter under the midday sun drinking orange pops and casting leering gazes.

They heard about Eloise on the radio, and Martin Frank drove all the way to Memphis to get the national paper. The Milktec folk made a big deal about Eloise returning to life as normal after a five year contract as a hucow. When, in one of her interviews, Eloise McDaniel mentioned moving to the obscurity of Fall Church, it set the town aflame with gossip.

Fall Church didn’t know much about Milktec Girls, other than the rumors which trickled out of traveling salesmen and other drifting sorts. What they did know got spun up into tall tales. When Eloise stepped off the bus, she went mostly unnoticed because she didn’t have hooves or a tail. She wasn’t perpetually topless or dribbling milk down her front. No, she looked like a nice young woman wearing a sun dress who garnered a glance from all the young men, and nothing more. Someone’s niece come for a short holiday visit, they figured. Certainly not the scientific abomination of milk and sex that a Milktec girl certainly was.

Eloise walked right by them into the general store. She bought a pint of ice cold Milktec Milk. She chatted amicably with Gerald, the store owner, though she omitted her name. She asked if anyone would have a car for hire. Gerald gave her the name Wilson O’Brien and pointed at a tall, lanky fellow standing off from the main pack of young men. With that done, she returned to the stopped bus to collect her one suitcase before approaching Wilson.

“Excuse me,” she said. “The man inside said you have a car for hire?” She looked Wilson up and down, finding him as curious as all the gawkers thought Eloise would look. She wasn’t used to seeing such scrawny men, even if he did have his own small bottle of milk in hand.

“That’s right, miss,” he answered, “Local, that’s all. Usually drive folks out to the farms when they come in off the bus. Two dollars, plus gas.”

Eloise reached into her small wallet and pulled out a five dollar bill. “This should cover it.”

Wilson grinned. “I’d reckon it would.” He finished his milk and tossed the bottle in a nearby bin. “You ready to go or need to make some other arrangements? Post office is up the street a little. I’m happy to wait if you want to do some shopping first.”

“No, I’m eager to get settled in. Are you familiar with the house on the Thompson farm?”

His eyes cut around for a moment before looking at Eloise up and down. “Yes, miss, I am. That where we’re heading?”

“It is.” She braced for something to happen. Everyone knew she’d bought the Thompson house. Milktec arranged it for her, complete with renovations. Before Eloise herself became the topic of the day for Fall Church, the renovation of the Thompson House had set the idle minds to wondering.

Wilson gave her a curt nod, took her bag from her, and gestured toward a 1952 Buick parked across the dusty street. “After you,” he said.

They walked over to the car. Eloise paused to admire it, “They’ve changed so much so quickly. It looks nice though.” She ran her hand down the side of the car, gathering a thin film of dust on her fingertips.

“Needs a wash, but I’m proud of her. She’s taken me all the way to New York City and back. You, uh, didn’t see many of the new models during your…service.”

“No. I didn’t travel much. When I did, we used trucks,” she answered. “Should I go in front or in back?”

“Up front, why not. It’s a bit of a drive, and it’ll be nice to have the conversation. If you’re looking to talk, that is. And if not, least I’ll look smart driving around with a pretty lady.” He hefted the bag into the trunk, closed it with an affectionate pat, and walked around to open the door for Eloise. She climbed in with practiced poise, holding her dress to prevent any indiscretion caused by a passing gust of wind. Wilson closed the door behind her and walked around to hop in the driver’s side. The engine cranked with a soft rumble. They rolled past the gaggle of men with Wilson laughing, “Boy, you sure pulled a fast one on them.”

Eloise grinned. “I think they fooled themselves. You did as well, if I’m right.”

“That you are. What with all the stuff you hear, folks didn’t rightly know what to expect.” His grin faded. “They’ll figure it out, though. Not to discourage you, but I wouldn’t expect much of a warm welcome from the ladies of town once they work out who you are.”

“Believe me, Mr. O’Brien,” she said, crossing her hands in her lap. “I’ve learned to expect nothing but scorn from pretty much everyone I meet.”

She said it in such a casual manner that it startled Wilson for a few moments. “Uh, call me Wilson,” he managed to say. After a few silent minutes of driving, he added, “And you can count me as not being scornful. Or anything else. You seem nice.”

“Yes? And if I told you I wanted you to drain my milk while you fucked me raw until you sprayed cum deep inside me?”

Again, her cold, casualness put Wilson on edge. Her words, too, made him blush and shift uncomfortably. He cleared his throat, “I’d ask you to buy me dinner first, I think.”

She laughed, short and mirthful. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to treat you unfairly. The past few weeks have been difficult.”

Wilson nodded and drove on silently. They cleared the edge of the small town, leaving well packed dirt roads to turn on to rough patches of washed out logging roads destined to one day become something more. Outside of Fall Church, the world changed quickly, but some places lagged behind. They drove past empty fields, left fallow under a blazing sun. Further on, they wound up into some small hills, the distant cousins of the Smokies. As they passed the early saplings of the forest that held the Thompson house, Wilson spoke up again. “I was in the army. It’s what paid for this car, actually. Signed on in ‘44 and they let me go in ‘52. Got off the bus in Charleston and bought myself this car to drive home. It was brand new. Not a mile on it. Folks thought I’d done well in the service.”

“Did you?”

“After a fashion,” he said. “Did well enough for ‘em to send me off home with a nice severance. We could swap stories, but I imagine mine would bore you. And yours would terrify me. Point is, I get how it can be. Going back into the world, I mean. Everything is changed. Stuff you knew or did before you left is all different. People are all walking around thinking they understand the whole world, but they don’t. They might have a handle on their little sliver of it, but beyond that they have no idea. I drove up to my momma’s house in this car. She smiled, hugged me, and asked if I did right by my country. I told her yes, but that was where I stopped and where she wanted me to stop.”

“Have you told anyone?” Eloise asked.

“Some other vets from time to time or bar to bar. Around here, folks wouldn’t believe me if I did. And if they did, then they wouldn’t look at me like Wilson O’Brien anymore.” He turned the car onto an old driveway that went through looming trees drooped with Spanish moss. “That wasn’t my point, though. Point is, I reckon you went into service about five years ago. Then you came out of it. What you did in between ain’t no one’s business but yours and those you want it to be. So when those prim little ladies of Fall Church turn their nose up at you, don’t let it get you down.”

“Wilson, I have no worry about the ladies of Fall Church. Or the men,” Eloise said. “I think you’d agree that in the end, it’s not what others think about us that we really care about. It’s about what we think of ourselves. Do you have trouble sleeping, Wilson? I know many soldiers do. I’m not one of those, but I have trouble sleeping. Not one night has passed since I left my pen where I didn’t lie awake until pure exhaustion took me. And then, I dreamed…”

Neither of them felt much more like talking. They pulled up to the Thompson House, a big two story affair done in the style of a diminutive plantation home. Wilson supposed it would have to be called the McDaniel house from then on. From the look of it, most of the original house had been replaced anyway. New fine chairs sat out on the wraparound porch. New windows sparkled in the midday sun. A new coat of paint eagerly began to fade. “It’s a big house for one lady,” Wilson said, taking the case up to the front door. “You’re off here on your own, too. At least an hour walk into town.”

“They’ve put in a telephone,” Eloise said. “Milktec has made certain I can be as comfortable as possible.”

“Comfortable is one thing. Lonesome is another.”

“Lonesome, I’m afraid, is the idea,” Eloise said. “Could you bring that in, please. I suppose right inside the door will do.” She moved aside to let him put down her suitcase. He marveled at the refurbished interior for a moment. “You’re right. I will need to go in to town some. Perhaps I could enlist your services from time to time. Give you a reason to get out in your car.”

Wilson smiled. “I’d be honored. You say you have a phone? Well, get Helen on the switchboard and ask for the Jacob’s house. I stay in their addon. Ring them up, they’ll fetch me, and I’ll be up here in no time.”

“When would be best? I wouldn’t want to call while you’re at work.”

“I don’t do much work, Miss Eloise. They’d call me shiftless if they called me much of anything.” He smiled at her. “Can I tell you something?”

“Certainly.”

“I think you might be the first person I’ve had an honest to god conversation with since I came home. I liked it.” He looked at Eloise and noticed something he didn’t think had been there before, the way her dress fit around the chest. She’d been modestly endowed when she got into his car, but now the dress looked stretched and overfull.

“I liked talking with you, too. The same might be true for me. The first honest conversation.” She blushed and cleared her throat, looking down at her own chest. “I’ll send you on your way now. You wouldn’t want the town to get ideas. Alone up here with Milktec’s hucow redeemed. I have a good bit of settling in to do.” She ushered him toward the door. “I will call,” she said. “Good day.”

The door shut, and Wilson stood on the stoop, grinning and nonplussed. If I didn’t know better, he thought, she just kicked me out to make sure she didn’t do something rash. I’ve seen that look on plenty of young men’s faces right before they take their swing. He considered knocking on the door, but decided it would be too forward. As for the change in her dress, or the underlying assets, he wrote it off as a trick of the light. Milktec gave her the reversal serum. They’d paraded her around for weeks to show how a woman could go back to her average life after completion of her Milktec contract.

He trotted back to his car, sure the townspeople would be gnashing their teeth for him to come back and gossip. To their frustration, he wouldn’t have much to say other than he’d driven a normal young woman up to the McDaniel house.

Eloise waited until Wilson drove down the drive before grabbing her bag and lugging it to the kitchen table. She worked open the latches and dug through clothes for a small kit. Tucking it under her arm, she turned to face the house and realized she had no idea where a bathroom would be. Cursing quietly, she ran up the stairs and looked in three rooms before finding the master bedroom and accompanying bath. By the time she got her dress off, she’d already leaked some milk into her bra. She opened the kit, withdrew the needle and vial, and measured out the dosage.

With her leg propped up on the counter, she pushed the needle into her naked thigh, hissing as she felt the pinch of the drug entering her system. As it flowed through her, the thoughts of Wilson pinned in the backseat of his car as she rode his dick and he sucked her tits faded. The familiar numbness of the past weeks returned. It would take an hour or so for her breasts to shrink again, but the urges would subside. That was close, she thought. Another fifteen minutes with him and it would have been Cleveland all over again.

While on her press tour, the train transporting Eloise and her Milktec publicity team got delayed due to a blocked track. With no way to get to her bags, she’d relapsed completely, turning her press group into a full on milking orgy. The two other poor women became so hopped up on Eloise’s milk that they too had leaky nipples by the time the train made it to its destination. None of the Milktec higher ups had been pleased. Since then, Eloise carried her serum on or within reach of her person at all times. The bus ride had been a dangerous exception. She did often wonder what happened to all those nice young men. If Milktec felt kind, they would be transferred from the public relations departments to the production departments.

She began to settle into her new home. The kit and its vials went into a drawer in her new bathroom. She spent a while admiring the bed linens and curtains. A few weren’t things she would have chosen, but Milktec’s designers did have a flair for pleasing people. Eloise could always order new things. While exploring the downstairs sitting rooms, the phone rang. It took her a minute to locate it. She answered with, “Hello.”

Instead of a switchboard operator, the receiver filled with a low buzzing followed by several clicks, causing Eloise’s stomach to drop. It was the same thing she’d heard before the call after Cleveland. An oily voice spoke from the other end of the line, “Eloise, how are you finding your new accommodations?”

“Mr. Argyle,” she replied, “always nice to hear from you. The house is fine. Absolutely fine.”

“Excellent,” the man said. “And the young man who accompanied you? Any incidents with him?”

Eloise’s irritation grew. “No.”

“Are you certain? We timed it, you know. You were at least an hour late on your last meal. We’re very close to being out of the spotlight, Eloise. Now is not the time to slip.”

“Yes, Mr. Argyle, I am certain. I was late, but the changes were minimal.”

The man at the other end of the line cleared his throat. Distantly, she heard the sound of shuffling papers. “Mr. Wilson O’Brien, Honorably Discharged with Distinguished Service. He’s a man known for sniffing out secrets. Had we been aware of his presence in Fall Church, we would likely have selected a different destination. That said, I’ve been on the phone with the Director, and he and I have decided to allow your interaction to proceed. It could be beneficial to everyone involved.”

An acrid taste rose at the back of her throat, “I’ve been followed?”

“Of course. One of our men on the bus. Another in that pack of hounds at the bus stop. You remain a valuable asset, Eloise. We wouldn’t want anything to happen to you. Do not worry, our men will keep their distance. If you spot one, let me know, and I’ll have him shipped off to a farm first thing.” Argyle laughed which turned into a fit of coughing. When he spoke again, his voice rasped, “You have enough supply to last another month. No slips. Even out in the middle of no where, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself. New packages will arrive in your mailbox at the end of the drive on the first of each month. See to it that you keep to your schedule.” He paused to cough again. “Settle in. Start knitting and look after the place. We’re only asking you to live a life of comfort, after all. In a month or two, the brass will want to visit with some reporters, to show how you’re getting on. Eventually people will lose interest.”

“Is there anything else, Mr. Argyle? I would like to finish unpacking.”

“No, we’ll be in touch.”

The line went dead.

For Eloise, the next two months proved to be the best and most frustrating of her life.

She acclimated to her new home quickly, though she initially struggled to find occupation for herself. Before her time at Milktec, she’d been a younger woman who spent most of her time fixated on boys or spending time with friends. In Fall Church, society rejected her outright and spending time with boys was problematic due to her condition. Nevertheless, she soon befriended two men as they were the only ones in town willing to talk to her. Gerald, the store owner, took a shine to her from the first time they met. He helped arrange for grocery delivery. He was a kindly, older man who had no interest in women. Strangely, Eloise realized that allowed her to have no interest in him either.

Her other, only other, acquaintance, Wilson, took infinitely more self control. She constantly found ways for them to be together, and he did the same, often volunteering to make deliveries out to her place. On the rare occasion Eloise needed to go somewhere, she called Wilson first. They became comfortable with one another. Enough that sometimes Wilson would simply drop by. Eloise would make him an iced tea, and they would sit on the porch together. Wilson told her stories. Stories about Fall Church or the war. He talked about Europe and Africa and South America, all fanciful other worlds as far as Eloise was concerned.

More importantly, he never asked about her time at Milktec. Sometimes he would venture questions about her family or her upbringing. He would listen to her answers with rapt interest, though Eloise didn’t think anything about her meager past could measure up against traveling the world as a soldier. All the while, he never touched the subject of her time as a hucow. He didn’t ask about why she sent him off abruptly some days. And he never pressed her physically, which Eloise found to be a complicated subject for herself.

While working at Milktec, she became accustomed to treatment as livestock. She enjoyed it. The bulls or even the unchanged workers would prompt her for sex throughout the day. Some would simply want to drink directly from her breasts. She let them because it temporarily sated the constantly raging lust in her changed body. Outside of Milktec, she’d carried the same expectation of men and women alike. The first week of the press tour left her lonely and depressed because no one would touch her. They outright avoided getting close to her, as though she were contagious, which she supposed she was in a round about way. Enough of her milk directly from the source could create small changes like lactation or increased libido. The real worry that lurked in people’s minds was that they would get a taste for the hucow life, become addicted, and wind up in a pen like Eloise had been. In the end, it meant they avoided her like a smallpox patient.

On the other hand, she vaguely recalled how physical distance between a man and a woman showed respect. While she wanted Wilson to press himself close to her, she began to understand why he refrained. He liked her. Not because she was a lactating sex addict, but because of her wit and earnest conversation. She wasn’t stupid or foolish. During her time with Milktec, she did manage to somehow sate her lusts from time to time. In those lulls, she read or listened to radio productions. Wilson did the same during his time traveling with the military. They talked about books and plays and even a few movies. Wilson often promised to take her into Memphis to see a film, but she worried about being in a dark room with others might cause problems.

He also offered to buy her a television set. She didn’t let him. Whatever the army had given Wilson, she doubted it compared to Milktec’s stipend. Nor did she much see the need for a television so far out from a major city. Wilson argued that new broadcast towers were going up all the time, but Eloise liked the radio. She did ask him to buy a secondary wireless for her porch, so they could sit out on cool evenings and listen to music. He obliged her, buying one of the newest models which a salesman promised was the best to date. With it propped up in the front window sill, she and Wilson spent hours together in silence listening to whatever NBC put on. Operas, baseball games, news readings, or radio plays. She would sit in one chair and Wilson in the other, about five feet apart, with the radio between them. Eloise didn’t think she could be happier. Nor did she think she could be more frustrated. She wanted to throw the kit down the sink and let Wilson ravish her.

As Argyle promised, a new batch arrived at the first of each month, left in the mailbox at the end of the lane. It was the regularity of everything which became Eloise’s undoing. Wilson picked up the habit of gathering her mail whenever he stopped by. The box was a long walk from the house, after all. Eloise lost track of the date easily as she never had much of anywhere to be or anything to do. She got groceries once a week. Wilson stopped by whenever he felt like it. The months passing from one to the other slipped her mind easily. So it was Wilson who gathered the kit from the box, walked it up to Eloise’s house, and got naturally curious about what she’d ordered which would come in a small box with no wrapping. As to why Argyle’s man didn’t bother to wrap the damned things, no one bothered to wonder.

Wilson opened the case on his walk up to the house, saw the vial and syringe, closed it, and didn’t say a word about it as he handed it to Eloise. He simply took his seat in the rocking chair. Eloise couldn’t be satisfied with an open secret. “It’s not dope,” she said.

“I didn’t think it was,” Wilson replied. “I assume its medicine for your…condition.”

“Yes,” she said. “Somewhat.” She waited for him to turn on the radio. Instead, he crossed his arms and rocked gently. “Would you like to ask me about it?”

He didn’t answer right away. “Not really. Thing is, I was worried something else was in that box. Diamond bracelet. Maybe earrings. Thought you might have someone sweet on you and sending you gifts.”

Eloise laughed. “Wilson, you’re the only other living soul I see on a day to day basis.”

“Plenty of guys got engaged in a foxhole,” he mused. “Thought maybe it was someone from your old life.”

She blushed, embarrassed. “No. There was no one specific during that.”

“Specific,” he repeated. “Been meaning to talk to you about that. You see, Eloise, we’ve spent a lot of time together since you came to town. I, uh, well, I’d like to be specific, I suppose. I know you have a life you don’t talk —”

“Oh, I’d like to be specific, too,” she blurted out. “I mean, if you’re asking to, ah, hell I don’t know what people say these days. I like you, Wilson. I have since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

He smiled, rocking his chair a little faster. “Alright then, that’s…that’s good.”

Eloise looked down at the case. Her heart thumped in her chest. She was due for her injection. “If we’re going to be a steady thing, I have to tell you some stuff. This medicine keeps me normal. Without it, I go back to being a hucow.” She waited for him to react, but he remained placid. “The serum they talk about all the time. The earliest batches, the one I took, it isn’t permanently reversible like they say. No one noticed for a long time because no one wanted to leave. Being a hucow is…complicated. It changes how you see the world altogether. The stuff I used to worry about, like having a nice house or getting a husband, all of it seemed pointless while I was oozing milk every day. I didn’t get dumb like some of them do, but I did get content. Anything more than getting milked and…fucked was a bonus. I could have lived the rest of my life there as a hucow and never been an ounce happier than I was on my first day.”

“That mean you’re not happy here?” Wilson asked.

“No, well, not exactly. I like spending time with you. I think I got a little lost while I was a hucow. Some women did find bulls they preferred. I know some who even got their own place together, but that’s complicated, too. One person isn’t enough for a hucow or a bull. In full heat, I’d kill you with exhaustion trying to keep me from crawling up the walls.”

Wilson shifted uncomfortably. “That doesn’t sound very ‘specific’.”

“Like I said, it changes how you see the world. And if you’re with me, the real me, the one who doesn’t take these injections, then you’ll eventually want to not be with just me.”

“How’s that?”

“My milk. You won’t be able to not drink it. It’s like an aphrodisiac. And once you’ve drank enough, you’ll start changing, too.”

“Changing how?”

It was her turn to shift uncomfortably. She cleared her throat. “Men get bigger…down there. Not a lot, and not much compared to what bulls get, but they change. You get a little stronger, too. And you get an appetite for sex. You’ll not be able to do much without thinking about it.”

“Does that happen if we’re together while you’re taking the serum?”

“I don’t know. The thing is, I don’t want to take this stuff. I want both worlds. I want to be a hucow, but I want to be your hucow.”

He smiled and reached his hand out for hers. They held hands for a moment before he pulled away. “Why all this, then? Injections, the press parade, hiding you up here in Fall Church — what’s the point of all of it?”

“Milktec’s image. Demand keeps going up, so they need more women to sign up. Ladies won’t be as keen on it if they think they can’t get out in the end. They wanted someone who’d done their full contract so they could parade me around as an example of how easy it was to return to a normal life. It’s all about protecting their bottom line. If they get their way, they’ll recruit up to the last woman they can while still maintaining a customer base. I don’t blame them. If they could sell what it feels like instead of what it looks like, they’d have to beat away the applicants with sticks.”

“Instead, they’ve got you like a little songbird to keep all the nice sensibilities in line?” Wilson sat forward in his chair, leaning his elbows on his knees. After a moment, he stood up and began to pace, scratching his chin while he thought. “I could get us away,” he said.

“Don’t be silly,” Eloise said. “We’re happy here, aren’t we? Nothing stops me from having a husband. They’d probably be excited about it.”

“And the injections?”

Her face fell, “I’ve learned to live with it. In fact, I’m due for one.” She stood up, clutching the small box. Wilson put his hand on her shoulder, stopping her.

“What if you skipped it? What happens?”

She took his hand. “I can show you, if you like. After, though, I take the injection. You’ll have to make me, but do it. Otherwise…they’ll come and make me do it.”

He nodded.

They went upstairs. Eloise remembered the first time a man came to her pen after she changed in to a hucow. She remembered the nervous flutters in her stomach and the harsh pangs of want in her loins. The same feelings hit her as they took the steps up to her bedroom. Leading Wilson by the hand, she could feel his anxiety in his gentle grip. She knew things would take their course in short order, but she enjoyed the hesitation in them both. It seemed human and exciting.

When they reached her bedroom, she left the case on the dresser near the door. She guided Wilson over to the bed. Though she had no idea what he’d experienced with a woman, she knew it couldn’t compare to what she’d done for five years as a hucow. Nevertheless, she felt almost virginal as she unbuttoned her dress. The swelling had started that morning. Wilson’s scent, his hands on her waist as she undressed, and then his lips on her naked back made things progress faster. When she turned around, wearing only her bra and panties, her proportions had changed enough to cause her breasts and hips to strain against the respective fabrics. “See,” she whispered, “it’s already started. Give me three days without the injections, and I’ll be a full blown hucow again.”

“Do you have milk now?” he asked, his voice trembling. He looked as handsome as ever in the shuttered light of the bedroom. Though only in his thirties, he had a lock of grey hair that stuck out in the shadowed room. She focused on that as his hands explored her hips before gently moving up to her breasts. He squeezed, causing tiny droplets of milk to darken the cups. “Oh.”

“Mmm, not much, but some. It takes time. I always have a little in me, I think. Injections or not. Don’t drink it. I don’t know what it will do.”

Entirely unheeding of her warning, Wilson pulled down the straps of her bra and let her growing breasts pop free. He pressed his face between them, inhaling deeply to take in her sweet scent. As naturally as anything, he moved his mouth across her breast and took her nipple between his lips. Eyes fixed on hers, he sucked. A thin stream of sweet milk sprayed into his mouth. He swallowed eagerly and hoped for more, but none came. “You taste delicious,” he said, the nervous timbre gone.

With strong hands, he lifted her and dropped her on the bed. He paused to unbutton and removed his own shirt while kicking off his shoes. As he moved to lean over her, her hands pressed into his naked chest. He was warm, and she enjoyed the thump of his heart beating quickly in his chest. His mouth came down and met hers, taking her into a long kiss. The butterflies returned to each of them as their tongues brushed one another. His body moved down, and his manhood pressed against her thigh. Her old instincts surged forward. She didn’t understand why he would bother being clothed or why she wore such ridiculous garments. They needed to be naked and rutting, not this pointless affection. Yet, she suppressed the urge, focusing instead on the man she’d come to know.

Her hands wrapped around his back, tracing small circles as his mouth explored her body. He returned more than once to her breast, but, to both of their disappointment, no more milk came. Still, with all the attention, she could feel her breasts growing. If he didn’t hurry, she would be leaking without prompt by the time they finished. He pulled back from her and unbuttoned his pants. She sat up and helped him pull them down. It had been so long since she’d seen a regular penis that it shocked her a bit as it popped free of his underwear. Her hand went straight to it, causing Wilson to gasp and a short ooze of precum to leak from the tip. “Oh, sorry, is it sensitive?”

“No, no, just I’ve never had a woman actually touch it before. With her hand, I mean.”

“Really?” she asked while looking up at him, casually jerking him off. “I think stroking a dick is one of my favorite things to do. My goal is to get as good at touching you as you are at touching yourself.”

“If you don’t stop that, we’re not going to have much else to do,” he said with a groan.

Reluctantly, she pulled her hand away. She leaned back onto her elbows and raised her hips up. Taking the hint, Wilson gently pulled off her panties, sliding the silky underwear down her thighs, over her knees, and off her ankles. She wanted to shock him again, so she spread her legs wide, showing him herself fully. His mouth hung agape as his hands moved down her thighs. When he looked up at her, his eyes were nearly blurred with lust. He moved between her thighs, his manhood pressing against her wet lips as his arms wrapped around her and pulled her into a kiss.

Eloise couldn’t remember a nicer moment in all her life or in all the times she’d been fucked by bulls. In that instant, Wilson was consumed entirely by her beauty and loveliness. And she was enraptured by his strength, restraint, and hungry embrace. Wanting to wait no longer, she broke away from his kisses long enough to say, “Put it in.”

He pushed forward clumsily. Each time the tip of his phallus pressed against her, she experienced a burst of need. After three tries, she moved her hand down and guided him inside. Her walls stretched around him, and it gave her great relief to have something inside her. For the shortest moment, though, she felt the bitter sting of disappointment. Bulls were so much bigger. The sensation of being stretched was a hard thing to forget. Wilson had no such comparison to the divine feeling of warmth wrapped around his manhood. His haggard breath rushed over Eloise’s neck as he grunted with pleasure.

Wilson started moving in and out. His arms pressed down on either side of Eloise’s head as he arched his back to give himself a better angle. His head craned up for one moment only to look back down with pure awe at the creature beneath him. Occasionally, he fumbled at her breasts, almost lost his balance, and returned to his more stable position. Other times, he leaned his head down for a kiss. She pulled his neck close to her as her legs urged him to thrust harder and deeper. Just as her pleasure began to build, he went rigid. A sudden realization hitting him, he jerked out of her in time to empty his load onto her lower belly and pubic hair. With deep breaths, he rolled off her and pulled her close to him.

No, it wasn’t the best sex she’d had, but he would improve, she knew. One of the other hucows taught her that men, even bulls, have to learn what a woman likes before the sex can be truly amazing. Eloise still glowed with happiness, even without full completion. She realized then and there that she loved Wilson. If he were happy, she could be, too.

She stroked his cheek, kissed him, and pulled away. Moving over to the dresser, she first cleaned herself up and then collected the small kit. Wilson didn’t watch while she did the injection, but afterward, he called her back to the bed. They cuddled together for a while before Wilson spoke, “I know I wasn’t very good. Hard to be good your first time with a woman. Er…with a new woman, I mean.”

“I know,” she said, stroking his chest.

His hand came up to hold hers. “I meant what I said. I could get us away. Tonight. I have plenty of money. We could go west and leave all this behind. We’d be together, and you could be yourself — not some prop for a company. Whatever happens to me, happens.”

She smiled, “You don’t know Milktec, Wilson. They won’t let me go without doing something. And it could be something awful.”

He grunted. “After the war, the Nazis went all over the place. Upper brass had to worry about the Soviet front, so they made a couple of squads with guys like me. Hunters. If I can track down Adolf’s butler on the far side of the world, I think I can slip some marketing doofus from Baltimore. I’m not saying I want to go, but if staying here makes you miserable or even a little unhappy, then we should leave.”

Eloise laid her head on his shoulder, “Where would we go, exactly?”

“They’re laying highway all over the place. We can go as far as California. If they keep following us, we’ll hop a boat to Japan. If that’s not enough, I know other places. Long as you’re with me, I don’t care.”

She thought. “Ok, let’s do it.” She wanted to be excited at the idea of getting away, but as soon as she said the words, a pit of dread formed in her stomach.

Wilson waited for dark to fetch his things. He didn’t do it out of caution, but simply because he hated to leave Eloise at all. He was so wrapped up in thoughts about her that he didn’t realize it wasn’t Wednesday. The Jacobs should have been at home with the den light on. Instead, Wilson walked into a dark house where the light switch didn’t work and a raspy cough came from the corner. Two men tackled him to the ground. When the light came on, Wilson saw a man in an argyle suit sitting in the living room chair. “Good evening, Mr. O’Brien.”

Wilson hung his head. “Who sent you?”

“I’m Mr. Argyle. I work for Milktec, not any of your former prey. You were very thorough, I think. Not too many left to avenge the fallen. We all have new enemies now, Wilson. New enemies and new allies. I’ve been talking with your former commander for a long while. He’s been disappointed that you’ve chosen retirement.”

“Yeah, well fuck him. If he thinks sending someone else’s goons to threaten me is going to change my mind—”

Mr. Argyle began to cough. A full minute passed before he recovered, “Don’t be silly. I’m not here to threaten you. I’m here to give you exactly what you want. No more bad dreams and a pretty little hucow of your very own. We are, of course, disappointed Eloise couldn’t be a more permanent asset, but we foresaw this inevitability. Your involvement allows us to spin it to our advantage. The fiendish solider gone mad with lust abducts the model housewife, absconding to enemy territory. It’ll play well, I’ve been told.”

Wilson shook his head, “What? We’re leaving anyway. Why are you here if that’s what you want?”

“Because we can’t let you go with all that information in your head, of course. You won’t actually be going anywhere other than where we send you. Not back to Eloise’s former housing, but a new facility where no one will recognize her or her new bull.”

“Fuck you. Let me go, I’ll —”

With a nod from Argyle, one of the men produced a syringe. It jabbed into Wilson’s thigh as his vision blurred. As he faded, Argyle gave orders, “Get him back in the car. Toss him out at the farmhouse. He’ll be enough to turn her. Watch the place, and I’ll have a truck collect them in the morning. Oh, and strip him so he doesn’t lose blood circulation.”

Eloise sat in her bedroom looking at the case when she heard loud thump at the front door. Worried and frightened, she cautiously walked down the stairs and peeked out the front window. She saw a man kneeling in front of her door, hands pressed flat against the ground, stark naked. Wilson.

Panicked, she flung open the door and looked around for some reason for Wilson’s state, but saw nothing except the distant glow of tail lights. Looking down at her lover, she realized he had changed. His back bulged with muscle. Shoulders heaved up and down with heavy breaths as his palms raked across the ground. He smelled wonderful as his neck raised to look at her. A blurred glaze covered his eyes, one Eloise recognized from the other recently injected bulls she’d seen. One that meant the man was subdued in favor of a lustful beast.

“Come inside, Wilson. I’ll take care of you.” Gently she took him by the hand, letting him get to his feet. The smell of him hit her hard, and she saw why. Between his legs she saw the cock of a fully dosed hucow bull, not the puny thing she’d had inside of her earlier. The sight of it made her breasts ache as they started to grow, milk beading at her nipples. The shift she wore raked against them almost painfully as the wetness between her legs soaked through her underwear. She grunted softly as his arms wrapped around her and lifted her with ease.

He carried her upstairs, to the bed they’d laid together on only hours earlier. She’d gotten out her suitcase, but he threw it aside as if it weighed nothing. He dropped her on the bed, ripping off her clothes with the same ease. She moaned as his lips closed around her aching breast. The underlying changes in her body were only suppressed by the serum, not eliminated. With her hormones churning and a thick cock dangling in front of her, she began to change faster than she did during her first injections.

She pushed him away, wriggling down before him. He’d said earlier a woman had never touched his cock, which meant a woman had never sucked it either. The thick, nine inch and growing, dick oozed precum as his throbbing balls prepared more cum than he’d ever produced before. She opened her jaw as wide as she could, slurping the monstrous cock into her mouth and down her throat. Her mind flashed with the vivid memories of days and nights spend spitted between horny bulls while her sister hucows drained her milk. A guttural moan eased up her body and out around the dick crammed in her mouth.

Wilson accepted her pleasuring mouth eagerly, grabbing hold of her head and gently working his dick back and forth against her cheeks, but he wanted more. He wanted a hucow to fuck, and somehow he understood that his cum would speed her along. He made no effort to resist the building twinges of delight in his balls, only pulling free from her lips at the last second so he could watch his cum spray onto her tongue.

Eloise worked his slick shaft with her hands as the delicious spunk splattered inside of her mouth. She guzzled it down as the ache in her tits became a warm filling sensation. By the time she’d licked his cockhead clean, she’d grown twice as big and milk dribbled easily down her rounded teats. She giggled, cum drunk, as he lifted her up again, tossing her onto the bed on all fours and spreading her thighs apart. He needed no assistance as he took the ample mounds of her growing ass into his palms and speared her juicy pussy on his shaft.

She shrieked with delight as the hormones drenched her thoughts. Ideas of escaping west fled her mind. Eloise only thought of her next cock and her next milking. As he stretched her walls, properly this time, his hands moved up from her rump to massage her breasts. Her milk sprayed onto the sheets. “Good hucow,” Wilson mumbled. “My hucow.”

“Yes, baby, fuck me with that big dick. I’m yours. Yours to fuck, yours to cover in cum, yours to breed. Mmmhmmm.” Her body shook with delight as he pumped his first full load into her. The second dose made her body burn with change.

The serum didn’t matter at all anymore. Her rump grew bigger and thicker than it had ever been. Wilson grunted and gave it a slap as it wobbled into its newer, bigger shape. He pulled his cock out, but replaced it with his hand, his fingers massaging her insides with his own cum while she moaned like an animal in heat. He rolled her to her back and pushed his half erect cock into her once again. He swelled inside of her, giving her the unique experience of feeling her walls stretch all at once rather than spreading as he entered her. His mouth dropped to her breast again, and he sucked, rewarded with a full stream of sweet, corrupting milk.

Eloise mooed as she orgasmed again and again. His mouth pulled away, the vacuum of pressure causing her nipple to spray an arc of milk into the air as he switched to the other teat. His thick cock sawed in and out of her as the sound of their mating filled the room. The scent of their mingled sexes filled their minds, driving them wild with further lust. Eloise knew people would come for them. She knew Milktec would send them away to some secret place and give them new friends to play with. Other women to drink her milk. Other men to fill her with cum. She would watch the women be bred by her man, but he would always come to lay with her at the end of a hard day of rutting. Her milk would flow, filling tank after tank to be shipped all around the country. The prudish men and women who had turned their noses up at her return to normalcy would drink down her titty milk with their breakfast toast. Their sons would lap it up and get the taste for it. Their daughters would wonder what it feels like to leak creamy wonderfulness into a man’s mouth while he fucked her madly.

Wilson bellowed as he pushed fully inside of her, his balls slapping against her wet rump. His cock throbbed as his cum pumped into her. Eloise watched the world blur and crack with pleasure as she worshiped the man she’d claimed as her own. His cock slipped out of her followed by a torrent of cum. She wrapped her arms around him, drawing his mouth back down to her breast. They’ll come for us, she thought, but we have time until then.