Secretary’s Milk: A Hucow Story

The ad read, “Influential man requires personal assistant. Position is highly confidential. Requires significant commitment. Excellent pay. Applicants should be female, 18-24, attractive.”

For the last year, Amber had worked as a high level aide to a corporate executive. The work was stressful, but fulfilling. The end of it disappointed her, but she left on amicable terms. She’d hoped the separation would lead her to a new position quickly, but that hadn’t panned out. Most of the openings were filled either internally or by a headhunter. It left her to turn to an insider job listing website which catered to a small circle of eccentric employers. Her former boss got her the invitation, but cautioned her that many of the people who used it demanded even more than he had.

A little counter that looked like the torn stub of a ticket indicated twenty three other people had taken the listing. If it was something truly odd, at least she wouldn’t be alone in seeking it out. She clicked the link and landed on a small questionnaire hosted by a private domain. While it did ask for education, it also asked for height, weight, age, all things generally prohibited by law to be included in a job inquiry. Amber knew enough about the corporate world to understand how little regard they gave to such laws. A significant portion of the position would be appearance. They asked a photo as well, but that was more common.

She worked on the questionnaire for about thirty minutes before anxiously submitting it. With that done, she went about cleaning her small apartment to keep her mind away from the live wire of anxiety. After about fifteen minutes, her phone buzzed with a new email.

“We have received your application and invite you to interview tomorrow at 209 East Park Central, 45th Floor. Upon arrival, give your name to the receptionist. Please wear a fitted black dress. Thank you.”

Amber panicked as she thought through her closet. She had a few things that might pass for the dress, but hadn’t worn any of them for a while. She certainly didn’t have time to go out and find something new. More than that, she doubted she could afford it. Even her tiny, cramped apartment had astronomical rent which burned through her savings over the past months. Without a new job soon, she would be forced to leave the city, or at least move to an even smaller apartment in an even more dangerous neighborhood. The prospect of the interview excited her, though, and she went to her closet to start trying on the dresses.

She found one she liked best, but it was too lose in the chest. Since moving to the city, she’d lost considerable weight, both from the stress of her first job and her inability to afford much food. The second dress she tried fit better. She stood in front of her mirror, looking at herself and hoping to see something more than she’d ever seen before. From puberty, she had always lacked the level of femininity of other girls. For her formative years, she’d been gangly and awkward, but during college she became comfortable enough to highlight her better qualities. What she lacked in hips and breasts, she made up for in smooth, delicate curves and a flat tummy. She loved her smile and was, for the moment, fond of her hairstyle. The dress hugged her form from the top of her chest down to her knees. It was loose enough to pass for work attire, but tight enough to be acceptable as an evening dress. Satisfied with her choice, she moved on to picking out shoes and worrying about what jewelry to wear, if any.

She arrived ten minutes early the next day. The receptionist directed her into a small room where four other women waited. Amber smiled at them politely as she took a seat on the bench. She crossed her legs and tried not to stare at anyone. The other women were all roughly Amber’s age. In fact, Amber was struck by how similar they all looked. Their only major differences came in their hair color. Three of the women were brunette while Amber had black hair and the final woman had blonde. Two clicked at their phones in an effort to seem occupied rather than idle, while the others simply stared off into space, their faces blank of expression. Occasionally, they would cast a nervous look to the door on the opposite side of the room, or check their watch.

After a few minutes, the door opened and another woman, much the same as the others, walked out. She kept her head down as she quickly crossed the room and exited. Another few minutes passed, and the door opened again. An older woman with silver hair and svelte body stepped into the room and asked in a sweetly stern voice, “Marie?” One of the brunettes rose from her seat and followed the grey haired woman into the back.

Amber tapped her fingers across the back of her other hand. They must be running behind, she thought. She calculated how long it would be before they reached her. About seven minutes had passed between her arrival and the first girl’s appearance from the back. If that held true it would be another thirty minutes before they called her. She figured she might as well read the news while waiting. As she pulled out her phone, the door opened again, and the brunette returned. Her face was red and flushed. She left quickly, her pace frantic. The silver haired woman followed her out, watching her leave with a patient smile. Her eyes flicked to the red head, “Belle?” The red head nodded and rose to follow.

Amber stole a glance down the hallway behind the door. It was longer than she expected and seemed to go from a neutral color paint, to solid white at the far end. As she looked, she realized the older woman was watching her, a playful smirk teasing at the edge of her lips. The door closed. Amber returned to waiting. The other two girls spoke in soft whispers between themselves. Amber was glad only she remained on her side of the room. She hated talking with the other women at interviews. It was impossible for her to push past the idea that they were sowing discord or doubt. The worst thing she’d ever been told before going into an interview was a simple, “You picked that dress? Good luck.”

The door opened again after only a few minutes, but Belle didn’t emerge. Instead, the silver haired woman stepped into the room, “Amber?” The two other girls looked visibly insulted as Amber stood up. She knew how they felt. It was particularly insulting to be summoned to an interview only to wait in the lobby while someone else got the job. Amber didn’t waste a moment feeling pity for them. She stepped gracefully past the silver haired woman and into the hallway. “Just a moment dear,” the lady said and stepped into the lobby, closing the door behind her. She returned almost instantly with a cheerful smile, “My name is Jane. We’re happy you’re here. Right this way please.”

Jane strode confidently ahead, leading down the long corridor while Amber nervously looked ahead. At the end of the corridor were two doors, one at the far end of the hall and the other just to the left. Jane stopped when they reached the end, opened the door in front of them and gestured for Amber to enter. A growing sense of dread filled Amber as she stepped into a long rectangular room. The walls, the ceiling, the floor, and even the table were all a stark white color. At the far end, an enormous mirror was set into the wall starting above waist height, reminding Amber of things she’d seen in television police dramas. Jane closed the door behind them and lightly touched Amber’s shoulder as she pointed to a table in the center of the room. “I’m sorry, I know it can be a bit unnerving, especially since you’re already nervous about the interview, but please let’s sit down. You won’t notice as much.”

Jane sat with her back to the mirror and Amber sat down opposite her, peering at their reflection and wondering who watched from behind it. On the table in between them, a small folder waited while Jane settled in. She flashed Amber a quick smile as her fingers opened the folder. She removed a single sheet of paper. Amber stole a glance to see a list of single line sentences. Jane made a few notes before saying, “Ok, Amber, I’m going to ask you a few questions. You do not have to answer any you feel uncomfortable with, but I would remind you that this is an interview to be a personal aide to a highly influential man. He is extremely precise in his hires. If you choose not to answer any of the questions, you will be dismissed without further discussion and no ill will. Additionally, this is a salaried, but temporary position. The term of the contract is five years. The compensation is fifteen million, two hundred and seven thousand, six hundred and twenty-three dollars. This sum is arrived at through a formula which accounts for multiple factors over the term of engagement including cost of living, inflation, and so on. I have written this figure down so that you can see it and be certain as to what I said.”

From the folder, Jane slipped a small card over to Amber. Her hands shook as she picked it up. $15,207,623.00. Amber’s mind raced to comprehend the amount of money listed on the card. She blurted out, “Is this a joke?” with a half giggle.

Jane smiled. “No, it is a significant salary, but Mr. Black likes to compensate his employees well for their time. And I assure you the salary is commensurate with the expectations of the role. You also do not receive the sum until the end of your employment. You are provided a stipend and an expense account during your employment as well as room and board being covered. The pay is dispensed to you but held in a trust account until your term ends. All of this is handled by legal. You may bring in your own counsel to oversee the contract if you like, but you need to get the job first. Shall we begin?”

“Yes, please,” Amber said, her stomach twisting in knots.

Jane looked down at the paper. “Have you ever had any cosmetic surgery?”

“No.”

“When was the last time you had vaginal sex?”

Amber hesitated, and Jane’s eyes flicked up. The card with the salary stuck out from the otherwise white table. “Do you need an exact date?”

“As close as you can,” Jane replied. Her face was unmoving.

“Nine months ago, maybe more.”

Jane made a note. “How many sexual partners have you had?”

Amber’s resolve strengthened. “Four. Two long term boyfriends and two short relationships.”

“Thank you. Have you ever been pregnant?”

“No.”

“Do you want children?”

“Someday, perhaps.”

“Do you have any objection, moral, religious, or otherwise, to being a personal consort, spending your time as a sexual companion to Mr. Black, including indulging a specific type of sexual role?”

Amber’s mind went blank. She struggled her way through the question. Jane said it so plainly, as if she were asking about the weather, but Amber did not miss the core of it. She was being propositioned on whether she wanted to be a personal sex slave or not. “Um…I don’t think—”

“Remember, Amber, I am asking only if you have an objection to the idea. Not if that’s what you want.”

Amber considered the semantics of it. “No, I don’t have an objection.”

Jane’s smile returned. She made a few more notes. “One last question, do you have a fear of needles?”

Amber shook her head, “No.”

Jane placed the sheet back in the folder and took back the card as well. Amber’s eyes followed the number as it slid across the table. “Now, I’d like you to stand up and remove your dress and underwear.”

Amber’s heart sunk. She looked back at the mirror once more. Jane watched her, unblinking. “Can I ask why?”

“Of course. Mr. Black would like to see your naked body before going any further in the interview process.”

“We’re being watched?”

“Of course. He likes to see the girls first hand. If we get on much farther, you will meet him yourself. Again, this is entirely optional.”

”Why does he need to see me naked?”

“To help him decide if he wants to fuck you for the next five years.”

Amber slid back from the table. “I’m not a prostitute. I should probably go.” She went to stand, but Jane caught her wrist gently.

“It’s not as bad as you’d think, I promise. We’re not interviewing you to be a prostitute, but a companion. It will all make more sense, but first we need to see that you’re willing to trust us.”

At first, Amber thought of pulling her hand away and running to the door. She imagined walking out of the lobby in a huff like the other girl had earlier. How many girls had gone through this? How many had the sense to turn it down and run from the room? How many had stripped and been rejected by whomever stood behind the mirror. The girl named Belle must have agreed and gone on, but how many of these companions did Mr. Black want. Amber tried to picture her life as the personal sex toy of some billionaire. She went to those thoughts expecting to find revulsion, but instead, she started to see it as a way out. As long as he held up the bargain, she would work five years having occasional sex with a man instead of being the whipping girl secretary for some blowhard CEO. The more she thought, the more she wanted to know more. The white room and the mysterious interview wasn’t light on intrigue and what was a little nudity to get answers to her question.

“Ok.” She stood up and removed her dress. The black fabric slipped away from her easily, leaving her standing in a matching set of underwear. Jane rose to her feet as well and took the dress, handling it carefully. After taking a moment to overcome a short pang of nervousness, Amber removed her bra, allowing her small tits to drop free. Surprised with herself, the undressing didn’t shock her at all. Even if someone watched from the mirror, it was decently far away. The room was otherwise entirely empty but for Jane, who seemed more like a kind dressing room attendant than the austere woman from earlier. Amber hooked her fingers in the band of her thong and pulled it down, realizing for the first time how chilly the room was as the cold air rushed over her skin. She folded the small garment and laid it across the others draped on Jane’s arm.

“Very good. Now please step over from the table and make a slow turn,” Jane instructed. Amber complied, turning carefully and trying to look as delicate as possible rather than plod in a circle. When she finished, Jane nodded enthusiastically. “Excellent. Now then, if you would like to put your dress back on, I will go consult with Mr. Black. Oh, not the underwear, dear, just the dress.” Jane grabbed the folder and headed for the door.

The fabric rubbed against her nipples as she settled back into her seat. Amber didn’t like going without underwear even under optimal conditions, let alone during an interview. She tapped her fingers across the table trying to keep time in her head. After a few minutes, the door opened once again. Jane entered, but following behind her was a tall, young man with a broad smile. Amber watched him as he crossed the room. He wore a grey suit well fitted to his slim body and broad shoulders. He looked as if he’d stepped out of a magazine ad. Jane gestured to him, “Amber, this is Phillip Black. He wanted to meet you.”

Amber hopped to her feet and offered her hand. He took it gently and shook. “It’s nice to meet you. Jane doesn’t let me meet the girls until she’s vetted them. Please, have a seat. And you, Jane.” The two women took their places at the table once again while Phillip stood behind Jane. “I know you’re probably very worried about everything you’ve been asked and told to do so far. That’s why I like to introduce myself at this point. Jane is going to explain everything else to you in just a minute, but I wanted to say that I would love for you to accept our offer. We usually don’t do same day offers, but I must say that your resume has intrigued me. I hope to see you right after this, but for now, I’ll leave you with the matron.”

Immediately, he left the room. Amber had not had the chance to say anything other than hello. Jane drew her attention by putting a small silver case on the table beside a much thicker folder. “Now then,” Jane began as she opened the file. “This is your preliminary contract. I have a copy here for your and our copy as well. You can read through it all if you like and there’s quite a bit of signing to do anyway, but a large portion of your role is obscured in the actual paperwork so I’ll state it plainly now. Mr. Black is hiring you to be a hucow, are you familiar with the term?”

Amber shook her head.

“Hucow is a portmanteau of human and cow. Several years ago, Mr. Black’s company was researching a drug that could serve as an alternative treatment for infertility issues in both men and women. The research was a success, but the drug was not allowed through the early stages of human testing due to some pronounced side effects that would have made distribution troublesome. Subjects developed enhanced libidos and increased tissue growth in sexual features while also increasing fertility. The drug led to other avenues of research which have yielded promising results in medical applications. It has made Mr. Black a considerably wealthy man, but it also led to the discovery of a particular desire. He now offers women the opportunity to take the drug and become his personal consorts.”

She tapped the silver case. “This contains a syringe with the drug. A single injection will being your conversion to a hucow. A full course of treatment lasts three months. The development can get quite extreme, but the effects are temporary. The immediate effect however is a dramatic increase in breast tissue, a widening of the hips and posterior, and a heavy surge in sexual desire. To put it bluntly, if you take this you will become a big titted slut who lives only for the chance to get a cock in you. Your ass will swell. Your hips will widen. Your breasts will get so full of milk that it will leak out of you when you’re excited. I take care of the women, look out for their welfare, and make sure they’re happy. I can tell you plainly, they are all ridiculously happy and they haven’t even got to the 15 million yet.” She paused for a moment, reading the semi shocked expression on Amber’s face. “Mr. Black is a good man, believe it or not. He simply desires something the average woman cannot provide.” She clasped her hands in front of her and waited a few moments before asking, “Well, your thoughts?”

Fifteen million. The thought rang in her head as Amber glared at the silver case. “Where do I sign?”

Jane grinned. “Quite a few places, actually.” She opened the contract, and they began. Jane read out page after page of legalese, but Amber barely paid attention to any part other than the section about compensation. Her mouth almost salivated at the idea of walking away in five years with more money than her parents made in their whole lives. She signed where Jane indicated, but they progressed through the paperwork slowly. Jane insisted on reading each individual passage and getting a verbal assurance that Amber understood it. Time blurred into the drone of legal prattle. Before Amber realized it was nearly finished, the paperwork had been put to the side. Jane slid the case over in front of her. “Alright, are you ready?”

Amber cleared her throat, “Yes.”

“Then follow me.” Jane gathered up the case and led the way out of the white room. They went through the other door into another hallway with doors on either side. Jane stopped at a door marked with the number three and went inside. It was a small room with a single person bed, an armchair, a sink, and a mirror on one wall. Jane went to the sink, “Go ahead and get out of that dress. It’s a pretty thing, and you wouldn’t want to ruin it. We’ll find you something else to wear when it’s time to leave.” She prepared a cotton swap with alcohol as she removed the syringe from the case. Amber, in a heady daze, let the dress fall off of her. She picked it up and draped it over the arm of the chair. She held her hands in front of her pussy while she waited. Finally, Jane turned around, syringe in hand. “Need your left cheek, dearie.” Amber reluctantly turned around and bent slightly, jutting out her ass. She felt the cool touch of the alcohol followed by a sharp pinch as the drug pushed into her body. “All done. You’ll start to feel it in only a few minutes. Phillip will be in to check on you soon. Remember, if you’re not ready for him, that’s fine, but I haven’t seen one yet that wasn’t begging for it by the time he showed up.”

Amber didn’t hear what she said. The second the needle was out of her, a burning sensation crept throughout her body. It was subtle at first, but the more she focused on it, the more she felt it. Vaguely she was aware of Jane leaving the room. She sat down on the bed and leaned against the wall, looking at herself in the mirror. She tried to remember what she’d eaten for breakfast that morning. It all seemed so far away. The two girls in the lobby had been summarily dismissed from this. Had they known what waited for them beyond the hallway? Did they have any inkling about the drug or the fifteen million? She thought about Belle, the redhead, and wondered if she was next door, feeling the same growing heat in her body. Maybe she was special, and Phillip chose her to stay. Sure there would be other girls, but he liked her the most, and that meant more cock.

Heat flared through her body. Her skin prickled, and she felt her chest getting heavier. Amber gasped. Looking down, she saw her breasts rapidly growing. She thought it would be a gradual change over many months like getting pregnant, but it happened almost instantly. They swelled as she tried to hold them in her hands, the new flesh spilling over her fingers rapidly. She leaned forward, watching her breasts swing out in front of her in the mirror as her hips widened and her ass grew out in proportion to her inflating tits. She couldn’t focus on her body too much because of the wild horniness overriding her thoughts. Reaching between her thickening thighs, her fingers slid against soaked pussy lips. With ease, her fingers slipped inside herself as she bit her lip in pleasure. It was all too fleeting. She needed more.

Pressure built in her tits as she recalled what Jane had said about lactating. With a careful squeeze, she caused a short dribble of milk to leak out of her nipple. On impulse, she took the droplet to her mouth and let her tongue swirl around her finger, licking away the sweet tasting globule and smiling. The pressure doubled, and the weight of her breasts started to grow uncomfortable. She felt better when she leaned forward, so she climbed fully on the bed and went on all fours, letting her tits swing underneath. If this was one dose, what would happen after five years of treatment. Looking sideways at herself in the mirror, she was shocked to see a totally different woman. From her thick, wide ass up to her fat titties, she looked more like a porn star than the lithe woman she’d been only minutes before. Then again, she couldn’t exactly nail down the time. It could have been seconds or hours since Jane left. The only salient thought was a deep and persistent ache for cock. She wanted to be mounted and fucked. She wanted to watch it happen and wanted to squeeze the milk from her tits while she watched.

The door opened as if on cue. A beautiful smell rushed into the room, and Amber grew even wetter, her arousal oozing down her inner thighs. Phillip stood in the doorway, and Amber understood what effect the drug had on males immediately. Her eyes went wide as she tried to comprehend the sight of the thickest cock she’d ever seen. It stood out rigid from his otherwise muscular and toned body. She knew it was his smell that was intoxicating her, and she knew he was the only man that could satisfy her aching need. “Please…fuck me.”

Phillip walked over, the smell growing stronger as his cock passed inches from her mouth. He cupped one hand below her tit and used the other to roughly squeeze. A steady stream of milk sprayed into his hand. He brought it to his mouth and slurped it down. “Still a little too bitter, maybe a good fucking will set you right.” His hands sunk into her ass, taking grip of her as he positioned himself behind her. She could feel his thick cock slide up between her thighs. She worried it might split her in half, but the ache was too strong to care. She felt him wedge the thick head of his cock between her soaked pussy lips and with an easy push, he slid himself inside of her. Amber’s world erupted into a haze of pleasure. Her walls stretched wider and wider as he slid into her. “Jesus Christ, you’ve got a hot fucking pussy. I knew you’d be a good choice. Can’t wait till you’re in stage two. Unghhh.” He bottomed out inside of her, his hips squishing against her full ass cheeks. “I shouldn’t cum in you this soon, but I may have to break a few more rules today.”

Amber heard him talking, but couldn’t exactly understand what he was saying. All she could focus on was the feeling of his thick rod pushing in and out of her. His hands kneaded her ass and occasionally he hunched over her to squeeze her tits again. The milk sprayed out on the bed. She thought it was such a waste. The pleasure in her body built once again as Phillip increased his pace. His heavy balls slapped forward against her clit each time he slammed his full length inside of her. The impact sent shimmers throughout her whole body. She concentrated on them, trying to force the pleasure to bloom into something more, but she knew what it would take. She wanted to feel that thick rod shoot her full of cum. She wanted to drain her new master’s balls until it leaked out of her pussy. She wanted her tits to erupt milk all over the floor and, more than anything, she wanted to feel Phillip’s lips wrap around her nipple and suck the sweet nectar straight from the source.

Phillip groaned, his hands tightened on her ass, and he shoved himself as deep as he could before his cock erupted. Wave after wave of cum sprayed into his newest hucow as her body spasmed in pleasure. She dropped from her elbows. Her hands went to her breasts to squeeze and pinch at her nipples. Her back arched to give her lover better access to her pussy. She wanted to keep him inside her as long as possible. Her entire body trembled with pleasure. The first explosion was followed by smaller ripples, each as delightful as the one before it. She hummed to herself until she felt the emptiness return as Phillip’s cock pulled out of her. With no ceremony, he rolled her over to her back and laid down on top of her. He smiled up at her as he lowered his mouth to her breast and his tongue teased around her nipple. She moaned softly as he closed around the engorged nub and sucked. A stream of rich, sweet milk flooded into his mouth. He took more and more of it until it leaked out from his lips. Finally he pulled away with a devilish smirk. “Absolutely delicious. You’re just full of surprises.”

He climbed off of her. “I should go get cleaned up. Jane will be in to get you ready as well. We’re off to your new home.” He paused to stroke her cheek. Smiling, Amber opened her mouth and sucked his thumb between her lips. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t wait for you to grow to your full potential.” He pulled away and walked to the door. “Oh, and Amber, congratulations on the new job.”