Why did I accept the offer to become a glorp’s pet cow? It was stupid and just when I thought I was home free… he caught me.
Thankfully, I was rescued by a sexy alien commander who was also interested in my massive, dripping chest. I rebelled against becoming his hucow, insisting on being an individual and having choices.
Once he helped me drain my mounds, my resolve crumbled. Before long, I was on my knees under an alien dining table drinking his seed. To really get my milk flowing with the pure nectar he craved, the commander had to take me over the table — stretching me with his girth — filling me beyond capacity.
Why didn’t anyone tell me being the commander’s hucow would be that spectacular?