Diary: Hucow Stories

I was nervous. I have no idea who wouldn’t be nervous. Two years ago, when I was nineteen, I had my wisdom teeth take out. I remember being so nervous before that. They give you this gas and tell you to talk backwards from ten, but you never get past seven. You say eight and the next second you’re groggy and your mouth feels like marbles. It bothered me because I lost track of the time. It wasn’t like going to sleep. When you’re asleep you still have a clock running somewhere in your head. You dream, you wake up fitfully throughout the night, and you open your eyes in the morning feeling like however many hours have passed. Anesthesia is nothing like that. The clock just stops and when they start it up again, you pick up right where you left off. So when they told me about the procedure, that was the first thing that scared me.

They told me that they like to put people under because it’s a long process and people prefer not to be conscious for it. I asked the doctor why. He told me to imagine getting a shot, like an injection, every five minutes for four hours. Sure at first, you’d be fine with it. It would hurt, but no worse than getting a pinch. Over time though, the doctor said, the women would start to dread it. They would have anxiety attacks and other medical complications. Sounds like torture to me, and I happily traded a little anxiety for that. I arrived at a little after ten this morning and they put me in a waiting room. They told me not to bring anything and all that other stuff they tell you before a procedure, like not to eat. They promised it would be outpatient after some time allotted for the anesthesia to wear off. I did have my friend Sally on call, just in case I did need a ride. Mark still has no idea. I thought I might see some other women in the waiting room, but they didn’t leave me out there for more than a few minutes. I guess people’s privacy is important and they don’t want their patients to see each other. Like psychiatrists, I suppose.

I was in the back area for a while. They took a lot of tests to make sure I was healthy. The anesthetist came in around a quarter after eleven. She chatted with me and before I knew it, I was out. While I was under, and this is according to the pamphlets and the doctors, my breasts and body were injected numerous times over a period of four hours with a genetically catalytic serum at localized points to provide an even distribution of the agent throughout my system. Basically, they needed to baste me with the stuff so that it would work. So far, nothing. But good god, am I sore. My tits down to my ass all ache like someone spent three hours slapping them. The doctors said this was normal and that it was simply due to the need of a needle going in and out so many times, but that they heal super fast due to the stuff that was in the needles. I do feel better and it’s only been a few hours. No changes yet to the rest of me though. That’s not supposed to happen until a day or two after recovery.

Mark is still at work. I’m glad I was able to have this all done before he would miss me. I had a back up plan to pretend to be at Sally’s, but I’m not good at lying in the first place and didn’t want to give Mark a reason to be suspicious. The fact that I’ve gotten this far without him figuring out something was up is a miracle. I hope that he’s excited when he finds out. And I hope that I can keep it a secret until I really have something to show off. As I’ve said before, we’ve talked about it. I’ve seen his browsing history for all the stuff he jerks off to. Those girls, well girls like me now, really get him going. And it’s not just him. I find them sexy too, but for different reasons probably. He likes their bodies and what those bodies can do. I like how they seem to luxuriate in all of it. They become sex from head to toe and seem to live and breath for it. How could a girl turn down an opportunity for a life like that?

If he hates it or if I hate it, it is reversible. The doctor said he’d done two or three reversals, but doesn’t recommend them. He says the women have to do it for usually extreme reasons and they’re almost always unhappy with the result. Hopefully it doesn’t come to that. By this time next week, I expect to be sitting on the couch with a brand new body. From their estimates, they think my tits will triple in size. I thought I’d have to buy new bras, but apparently they get too sensitive for restrictive garments. On the downside, weight gain is common as well, but from the pictures the doctor showed me, it’s not like getting fat but sort of just getting bigger. And the butt gets bigger too. Mark doesn’t talk about it as much, but I think he’s really more of an ass man than a breast man. He likes to get behind me and start squeezing my ass while he fucks me.

Maybe this stuff is starting to work. I’m super horny all of the sudden. I had planned to wait until I’d filled out some before having sex with Mark, but if this keeps up I won’t be able to restrain myself. Another side effect, so says the pamphlet. Highly increased libido and a fascination with sexual activity. They stop short of calling it an addiction. I suppose that’s a good sign. I have noticed though that my pussy has been wet since I got home. And I think at least half of the ache in my tits is from wanting to be touched and not the healing. Maybe I’ll go find my dildo and play with my self until Mark gets home. I’ll write more tomorrow.

Day 2:

God, I almost didn’t make it. I was ten seconds from spreading my legs at the breakfast table and shoving my fingers into my pussy. Mark left, but I think he knew I was acting strangely. I wonder if he knew I wasn’t wearing any panties. After last night’s entry, I masturbated until I saw his car pull into the driveway. That tided me over until I had to sneak away after dinner. I told Mark I had to take a bath, which was true. At the same time, if he’d walked in to brush his teeth or something, he would have found me with my legs propped on either side of the bathtub and a seven inch purple cock shoved in my pussy. That got me to sleep at least. All night long, I dreamed of nothing but fucking. Mostly it was with Mark, but the doctor was in there too as well as some of Mark’s friends. James. God, I can’t stop thinking about that cock of his. I saw it once not too long after Mark and I got married. We went skinny dipping and James had a girlfriend at the time. I came around a corner at the pool and that lucky slut had James halfway down her throat with more to spare. I’d give anything to have a cock like that inside me right now. Not that I wouldn’t prefer Mark. His cock is long and thick too, but not the monster that James has. I wonder if I let Mark fuck Sally if he’d let me fuck James. I can’t believe I actually wrote it down this time. I know you’re not supposed to keep secrets from your diary, but some things you don’t want to make tangible. Like how much you want to fuck your husband’s best friend.

This morning was rough. I woke up gagging for cock, but more importantly my tits had gotten bigger. Not much and I don’t think big enough for Mark to notice unless I pointed it out. Or if he touched them. You can feel that they’re heavier. The doctor said that they grow for almost four days, but the milk starts coming on the second. Nothing yet, but I can feel something happening. Anyway, I put on a big loose t-shirt to hide them. I can’t remember where I got this old thing, but it’s ginormous. Comes down to my knees. Like I said, I didn’t bother putting on any underwear. That let me play with myself easily whenever Mark wasn’t in the room. He noticed the shirt but seemed satisfied at my “I wanted to be comfy” answer. Still, I think he might have been eating extra slowly this morning just to torment me. It took everything I could not to pull up the shirt, spread my legs wide at the table, and tell him to fuck me. As soon as he was gone, I put my dildo back to use.

With Mark out of the house, I decided to take some proper measurements. My bust has gained an inch — just measured again three inches! My nipples are puffy and sticking out more than usual. My hips are up from a thirty two to a thirty eight and, this is weird, I can feel it all growing. It’s like I feel tingly all over, like the feeling you get when your foot falls asleep, but more mild. I don’t think I’m going to wear any clothes for the rest of the day. It just feels too good to be naked. Gotta go for now. I’ll write more later.

Day 2: Second Entry

Things have…progressed. Focusing on my diary is a little tricky. I meant to come over here like twenty minutes ago, but kept getting distracted. Let’s see.

After my last entry, I got up and started to do some housework. I also went to the hallway closet and got out the pump they gave me after the procedure. I just wanted to have it ready to go in case I needed it. Probably about an hour went by before I realized that my tits had gotten twice as big. No joke. They’re like teardrop shaped beach balls stuck to my chest. And they feel fucking amazing. But that was only the start. I went to look at myself in the mirror and I look like a fucking porn star. My tits are all swollen and curvy, but my ass is just as big, round, and bubbly. It’s really hard to call it an ass any more, more like a big soft rump. My nipples are another thing. They’re huge. Big pink nubs sticking out from my tits. I didn’t know nipples could get this big. And the area around them, the areolas, are like big discs stretched over the rounding part of the tits. The rest of my breasts are still lily white like the rest of me, but you can see these big veins in them. They almost bulge out making them look even bigger.

So there I was, looking at a completely new woman in the mirror. And I started to get turned on again. Not that I haven’t been all morning. I don’t think I haven’t been wet since I got back from the doctor, but this was something else altogether. I almost started to drip with excitement as I thought through all the things that Mark would do to me later. He’s going to be so fucking excited. His cock might explode out of his pants when he sees me. So, I start left the bathroom mirror and went to the full mirror in the bedroom. I pulled over a chair and sat in front of it, spread my legs, and started playing with my pussy while squeezing my new big tits. My fingers went in my snatch with ease and I even worried about leaving a spot on the chair from how turned on I was. I felt it before I saw it in the mirror. Milk was oozing from my hard nips. I knew I should have stopped and gotten some towels or something, but I was too into it. I keep sliding my fingers in and out of my pussy while rubbing my clit with my palm. I used my other hand to start squeezing my big udders. (I should call them that. Udders. Big milky udders with fat teats.) At first, it was only a few drops, but the more I squeezed the more came. After a few seconds, each squeeze caused a jet of milk to spray. Some got on the carpet. Then some got on the mirror. I didn’t realize how much pressure it would come out with.

By the way, I didn’t expect the release that came with it. Each time I squeezed, I had a little quiver of pleasure ripple through my body. But soon after that, I didn’t have to squeeze at all. It didn’t come out with as much force, but a continual leak of milk dribbled from my tits and down my body while I got myself off. The big surprise came when I orgasmed. First, orgasming that quickly from masturbation is new. Second, the milk gushed out of me. My pussy spasmed around my fingers while my milk poured out of my tits. It made quite the mess. But it felt fucking amazing. There I was covered in my juices and my milk and, naturally, I felt like I needed to do something. My tits are big enough now that I can lift them up and suck on my own nipples. That sounds crazy, I know, but they’re long enough and thick enough for my tongue and mouth to play with. I did that for…longer than I should have, but eventually I got around to sucking. My milk tastes amazing. It doesn’t taste like regular milk at all. It’s creamier and richer, but you can still tell that it’s milk. I read in the brochure that the procedure makes every woman’s milk taste a little different. If I had to put a type to it, it has a sort of fruity flavor to it. Like strawberry milk, but less distinct. Mark’s going to love it.

After I had my taste, I had to clean up. By the time I had finished the cleaning, my tits were already bulging with milk again. So then I got the pump they gave me. Its these two sort of plastic domes that fit over each nipple. When you put it against the skin and turn on the little machine, it starts to suck and it feels like a little tug alternating between each teat. I started it up while lying on the sofa in the living room. It worked out so that I could lie on my side with my tits drooping off to the left. That felt like a huge relief after doing all the cleaning. Big tits are one thing, but it’s heavy lugging these things around everywhere. I’ve been crawling on my hands and knees some, that makes it less of a problem. The machine clicks on and starts pumping my milk into the bottles that are connected at the other end. I filled up six! They said I would produce a ton in my first few days, but that’s ridiculous. After all that came out during my masturbation session, I had enough in me to fill up another six quarts. I finished that about forty minutes ago and they’re already starting to ache again. I don’t want to milk again yet because I want to be full for when Mark gets home. I also need to shave my pussy. The whole area is a little more puffy which I think will make it easier.

I’ve been thinking about the best way to surprise him. I thought about fixing dinner and just giving him a glass of milk. Once he’d tasted it, then I’d whip off my apron to show off my new udders. I don’t think that will work though. I’m too big to even pretend to hide them any more. And I think if I put on any kind of shirt, it would immediately have dark spots where I leak through it, not to mention the abrasion would drive me nuts. What I think I’ll do instead is wait in the bedroom. He’ll get home and I’ll call him back to see me on the bed in all my glory. He can mount me the second he gets his cock out. It’s going to be a big night however I make the reveal. I really hope he likes it. I like it. Everything feels so good. To the point where I might need a babysitter for a while. I ordered a vibrator and a new milking machine a few minutes ago. I had to have a long conversation with myself about getting this written down so that I would stop masturbating long enough to actually do it. At first, I wanted this as a record of the experience, but now I think it might help with my new idea. Sally took some brochures from the doctor. Another crazy thought, but she’s already too sexy to be single at her age. Mark’s always liked her. It’d be nice to have another gal around the house is all I’m saying.

Have to get ready for the big event now.

Day Three:

Once again, things didn’t go exactly to plan. I had decided to wait for Mark in the bedroom, but by the time he got home I had been too long without playing with myself or milking myself. All I could do is wait for him in the living room on all fours. I wasn’t even facing the door when he came in. I was leaning forward on my squashed udders with my rump in the air, bald pussy wet and exposed. He was very confused at first. I explained what I had done. He called me crazy, but he had his pants off before he finished the sentence. I don’t have enough words to describe what it felt like when he knelt behind me and pushed that cock into me. I’d felt him fuck me a thousand times before, but not like this. I could feel every centimeter of his cock as it slid inside me. It filled me like my dildo couldn’t. Every fraction of a inch that he moved was like mountains crashing into one another. He said he’d never felt me so hot and wet, but he said it in a groaning voice that made me think he’d cum immediately. He didn’t, thankfully.

He took me right there like a cow in heat. I can still imagine the wet slap of his skin against my big rump. I raised up on my arms while he fucked me so that my tits could have some freedom to swing underneath me. I came faster that Mark. My pussy muscles or something are stronger now, and they clamped down on him right when he started to squirt cum into me. His hands groped my round ass while he emptied his balls inside me. I could feel each spurt hit my interior walls and it drove me wild. And, of course, it made my tits start to leak. The quick fuck had sated my needs enough that I could function. I climbed onto the couch and sat with my legs spread open, Mark’s cum oozing out of my pussy and milk running down my front. His eyes were as wide as ten gallon buckets.

Mark came over to me, his softening cock quickly reversing direction. He asked what I’d done to myself and I told him, “I made myself better for you.” After that, I pulled him into a kiss and then guided his mouth down to my tit. Sucking on my own teats was one thing, but Mark’s searching mouth was a whole new level. He only licked at first, but I pushed his head against the breast harder and he took the hint. He sucked lightly and I felt the first stream of milk go into his mouth. He paused and I freaked out that he would spit it out or something worse, but then I felt his tongue flick over my long teat and he sucked hard. A torrent of milk rushed into his mouth and he gulped it down. His other hand came up to squeeze the other udder, sending streams of milk to splatter onto his shirt. I got a little upset about that because I didn’t want anything to get stained, but he clearly didn’t care. He took a break long enough to undress and get a better angle. Then we sat there for a while as he drained first one breast and then the other. My body hummed with pleasure through the whole thing. When he was finally done, we fucked again. This time, I got on top and let him play with my tits while I rode him. His hands kept playing with my ass cheeks instead of my tits, so I played with them myself. My god, you haven’t lived until you feel your husband’s cock sliding in and out of your pussy while you playfully spray your milk into his open and waiting mouth.

After that, he took me to the bath and washed me as we talked. He said that he loved me very much and was glad that I’d decided to become a hucow, but that he wished I’d told him first. I explained the surprise, but not sure I made my point since he slipped a finger in my pussy while he was supposed to be washing it. Then we got out of the tub and he dried me off. Honestly, he’d never been so caring and gentle before. Even if he did keep stealing playful tugs and the like. His cock stayed rock hard through most of it so once we got back into the bed, I sucked his cock for a while. It felt nice to have his meat back in my mouth, but I didn’t want him to waste his cum going down my throat. I wanted him to coat my new tits. Sort of mark his property. So instead of finishing him in my mouth, I got on my back and let him straddle my chest. I pushed my tits together and let him slide his cock between them. Surprisingly, it felt amazing for me too. My super sensitive tits loved the feeling of a hot, slick cock sliding between them. I even started to ooze milk down onto his thrusting cock. It didn’t take long to make him cum. He splattered his thick cum on my tits and we both noticed something. He had cum twice since getting home, but his third load was even bigger. So I looked a little more closely at his cock while it laid against my right breast. It was bigger.

I hooked up my milking machine (which fascinated Mark and made him run to grab a bottle of cold milk from the fridge) and started searching the Internet for side effects of the procedure. Apparently, it’s very common for the growth effects of the procedure to be transmitted through the early milkings. People even sell their first milk for thousands of dollars a bottle! Of course, I showed Mark this as he drank down his second bottle. He then immediately moved my computer aside, crawled on me, shoved his cock in my sopping pussy, and latched on to my right teat to drain it again. I wanted to be frustrated that he wasn’t paying attention, but couldn’t pass up the opportunity to have him suck me dry again. His hips bucked up and down while he drank and he seemed to barely notice when he came. His cock sprayed inside me again within minutes of his last orgasm. I sort of worried about it.

He calmed down a little after that one though. By then it was late, so we decided to go to bed and have a long talk later. We both slept naked and I only fell asleep from exhaustion, otherwise I would have been distracted by Mark’s stiff cock wedged between my ass cheeks. He did wake me up in the middle of the night. First, he pushed into me from behind, fucking me while we both laid on our sides. Once he came, he rolled me over and drank some more before we both went back to sleep. That brings us to this morning. We woke up at about the same time. Mark said he felt funny so we pulled down the covers and looked at his cock. It was three inches longer and much thicker. I couldn’t wait to have it inside me. He turned me around to all fours and it slid in with ease. I thought he was big before, but this made me feel like I might burst. When he came, he came buckets. My morning milk came with him. We soaked the bed. It felt like we touched pure bliss. Though it once again made a big mess.

Mark wanted to skip work, but I told him he couldn’t. If he started that we might never leave the house again. We did have sex a few more times before he left though. I waddled around the house on all fours while he got dressed. As soon as was out of the shower he found me and mounted me. There’s something indefinably perfect about being wet and horny all the time so that your husband can walk up whenever he pleases and mount you. Its amazing how well his cock slides into me, like we were made for each other exactly. I cum harder than I ever had before. He finished getting dressed and I joined him in the kitchen while he ate breakfast, some toast he fixed himself and a bottle of milk. I made myself useful by getting out his cock and sucking on it while he ate. We also talked a little. I brought up the idea of having another woman in the house and mentioned Sally. By the way his cock pulsed in my hand, I think he’s favorable to the idea. I didn’t mention another man yet. It’ll be easier to convince him of that later.

Before he left, he stroked my pussy. I turned around while he was still sitting at the table and offered myself to him like a good hucow. He slid his fingers against my pussy, dipping them into my hot sex with ease. My milk leaked onto the floor while he did. That’s when I made the plan. I’m inviting Sally over. I want her to see me in my full glory. We fooled around with each other in college so it’s not too weird. Women who drink post procedure milk experience much milder effects of the process including swelling of the breasts and a little lactation. Sally will get a taste of my new life. Both literally and figuratively. Mark will be hard pressed to say no if he gets home and finds two upthrust, wet pussies to greet him.