The Vote: A Hucow Story

“This is insane! Can you believe these numbers?” Julie gestured wildly at the screen. “It’s going to pass. I can’t fucking believe it, but it’s gonna pass.” The room around her was muted as they watched the television. On it, a news anchor spoke with a smug certainty while casting a glance at his female counterpart. Julie wheeled around to look at all the volunteers. “We failed.”

The television blared over the murmurs in the room, “As expected, the Universal Sexual Progression Act will pass with almost ninety percent of the vote. This comes as a surprise to many analysts who saw polling numbers that, while safely in the pro category, did not account for such a widespread support. As specified in the legislation, and somewhat unique to it, this will take effect immediately. All around the county, the emitters will give their pulse and as we’ve covered in our documentary series, the world will begin to change. Authorities have ensured the public the changes will be nominal at first and progress rapidly once the individual engages in some type of sexual stimulation. The authorities have given a notice now, and I think you can see a timer in the lower right hand corner of your screen, the legislation will go into effect at midnight tonight. We’re going to go now live to Colleen Jacobs who led the fight against USPact. Colleen thank you for joining us.”

The screen split, and the room’s attention once again as they saw their leader on the screen. The middle aged woman fiddled with her ear piece for a moment before responding, “My pleasure, Ron.”

Ron shuffled his papers with one hand and gestured around the screen with the other. “So how are you reacting to all of this. I must say there’s been a little jolt of activity here in the studio. Even my partner at the desk has gone back to her dressing room. You and your organization fought against USPact vehemently. Where do you go from here?”

The woman smiled broadly. “Well, I think we all know where we go from here. I worked with great people to push forward the agenda. I think we made our points, and the people wound up deciding. There are a lot of milestones that can be celebrated here, particularly the gender specific vote on something. I think it’s a testament to the strength of the world democracy that we could express a clear opinion on such a complex idea.”

“Yes, but do you wind up seeking recourse? Are you going to file injunctions for it or anything? Have your legal teams sprung into action?”

“No. I can tell you that they will finish ratifying the vote momentarily. At that point, my position will be officially resigned, and the organization currently has no other plans to contest the vote. Why would we? It’s not a close decision, but one come to by almost one hundred percent of the voting population. I can confess now that I voted pro myself.”

The anchor blinked and shook his head. Julie’s hand went to her mouth in a gasp, and the room broke into yells. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand. You led this fight against it. You are the figurehead of this entire movement.”

“Yes, but through my work, I began to see the actual benefits that this poses. USPact’s health benefits alone are impossible to deny. This is almost a unilateral cure for all current disease. How could we say no to that? Many of the people I worked with did oppose it based on a feeling of dread towards potential subjugation or a lower class, but as we’ve seen with the trial women that’s not the case at all. In fact, in those communities, matriarchal leaderships emerged. So with all that in mind and much, much more, I voted personally pro. At the same time though, I thought the dissent needed to have its voice heard. That group needed leadership, and I did the best I could. Like I said, we put up the best fight we had in us, but at the end of the day it didn’t go our way.”

“Thanks in part to your vote,” Ron jabbed.

Irritation flickered over Colleen’s face. “I voted for women everywhere to have perfect health and a blissful life. I stand by that.”

Julie turned off the television and the room went quiet. She turned around to see that half of the staff had already gone. The remaining half looked to her for guidance. In the front, Malcolm had his arms crossed and gnawed at the cap of a pen. He was the only one who stood out to Julie because he was the only man in the room. It had always been a strange dynamic to have a man working so close to her on the campaign. Plenty of women scorned her for not choosing a woman, but she stood by her choice. Malcolm had been a better deputy than anyone else she’d known. She clapped her hands together, “Ok, that’s it. We’ll go with the shut down plan as we thought. You’ll all be paid out through the end of the month, though you…won’t need jobs.” She half laughed. The insanity of it all threatened to overwhelm her if she didn’t stay focused. “Malcolm and I will wrap up here. I suggest you all go home to your boyfriends…or husbands…or you know, whoever. Um, I can only thank everyone for their hard work these past few months. I’m proud of you all. And I can’t believe that traitorous bitch betrayed us like that.” The crowd rumbled with a cheer and half laugh. “But the good news is that she’s no better than any of us. Within a few hours, we might be on all fours with our tits spewing milk everywhere, but so will Colleen Jacobs. If you’re upset, understandably, you can at least take comfort in the fact that Colleen, the fucking bitch who immediately sold us out on worldwide television, will also be sucking the dick of whoever happens to shove it in her mouth. So fuck her.” The crowd cheered. “Again, thank you everyone. Be sure to grab whatever you want to take. Anything left in the building goes into repo by tomorrow morning.”

The small crowd scattered as Julie turned to her own desk. Malcolm appeared in front of it, a bittersweet smile on his face. “Good speech.”

“Yeah, one for the history books,” she dropped to her chair and opened the bottom drawer of her desk. The bottle of vodka made a loud thunk as she slammed it on the desk. “Wanna drink?”

The room cleared quickly. The two former leaders sat on either side of Julie’s desk holding paper cups of vodka in their hands. After some fiddling, Malcolm put his phone down on the desk where it began to play crooner hits from the fifties. Julie took the time to turn off the overhead fluorescents, and the room took on the yellow glow of the scattered desk lamps and dimmed computer screens. “How does it happen?” she asked after a long gulp. “All this time fighting against USPact, and I never really bothered to read how it actually works.”

Malcolm leaned forward in his seat, knees bobbing up and down in an idle rhythm. “Like how it happens to the women or just how it happens from the implementation level.”

“Both, I think,” she noticed they both kept glancing at the clock. Midnight rapidly approached.

Clearing his throat with a long cough, Malcolm poured another glass full of vodka. He took a slow sip, and Julie saw once again how handsome he was. A few years younger than herself, he’d somehow managed to keep in good shape throughout the campaign. He must have spent his nights in a gym while she fell asleep reading polling at her desk. The warm light did him a service as well. His face looked bright and cheerful, slightly reddened in the cheeks by the vodka. He’d rolled up his sleeves and lost his tie, making the relaxed look work quite well. Leaning back in his chair and putting his feet up on another, he answered, “The top down implementation has been in the works for years. First they had to set up distribution and do a fuckton of engineering to make sure it works. They tested it out in small areas, then small cities, and then the big test in Seattle. I’m no engineer, but it works on the same principle as those terraforming things they sent to Mars. Fill the air with the chemical form and then start planting the grass. Course they won’t have to shoot them down from the sky here. It’ll just be normal sod. I bet places install a lot of it tonight.”

“So, it’s in the air and in the grass. But I’m not going to suddenly want to eat grass, right?”

“No, the initial effect comes in through mild saturation from airborne mutagens. They reduce that down over time as the grass starts to grow. You really don’t have to eat the grass either. It just gets baked into the food chain. Cow eats grass, you eat a hamburger, and there you go.”

“Fluoride,” Julie mused.

“What’s that?”

“We get the enamel treatments now when we’re kids, but before that, in the dark ages, tooth decay was still a widespread problem. So in the 1940s or around there, the government had a plan to reduce tooth decay by adding some chemicals to the water supply. Fluoridation. Likely saved billions of teeth from rot before they developed the ET procedures. Still, this was the government announcing that they would be putting a mysterious chemical into the water supply.”

Malcolm laughed. “That was a surprise? Shit, the government tampers with everything nowadays.”

“This was a hundred years ago. The idea of a single government controlling such a basic aspect of life was madness to some people, even though the health benefits would alleviate a lot of pain and suffering. There was a little resistance, but it went ahead anyway.” She took another sip of her vodka. It burned in her throat in a scratchy, pleasant way.

“Sounds like you’re describing all the work we’ve done for the past months,” Malcolm said. His head lolled to the side as he cast a side glance at Julie. They’d spent many late nights together, but his boss had seemed like a one track mind ever since the campaign began. On more than one occasion, he’d thought of asking her out, but inevitably work intervened somehow. And then there was the looming specter of the vote. He’d done his best. Men in his line of thought were few and far between. Even among that minority, Malcolm was unique. He objected to the USPact from a purely economic point. He thought it should be introduced over generations rather than all at once. He had no issues with the consequence of the system being implemented, but they remained present in his mind daily as he worked alongside all of the women. Even more than that, it burned in his mind as he glanced from Julie to the clock, wondering what would happen when the clock struck midnight.

“I guess you’re right,” Julie agreed. “For years after they started doing it, you had people convinced the government was dumping bizarre chemicals into the water for any variety of reasons. To make people sick, to make them gay, to make them super strong, or to make them sterile. The reasons why the government was seeking to create sickly homosexual strongmen who were sterile never really made much sense. But if those people were alive today, they’d be hooting and hollering from the rooftops that they were right. The government is putting a chemical into our water supply and food chain that will turn fifty percent of the human population in to sex crazed human cow hybrids. And what’s more, that ninety percent of that population volunteered.” Another swig of vodka. “Besides, you know they haven’t figured out how this stuff will affect men right? Maybe that’s where the conspiracy theories will pop up in the future. Testing on male subjects was limited due to initial unresponsiveness to mutagenic properties. But, and here’s the fucked up part, after the initial tests on men they cleared men to work in saturation cities without any type of protection. After six months, the researchers developed an increase in muscle mass, increase in keratin production, and body restructuring.”

Malcolm laughed. “Where did you hear that?”

“Colleen told me,” the anger and outrage in Julie’s voice disappeared. “She shouldn’t have, but she did. It was a classified report. Government buried it, Colleen swore me to secrecy, and now I’m telling you. Takes longer for men, but you’re gonna change too. We are on the eve of the birth of a new race. Humanity on Earth as we know it will phase out. Along with the changes to psyche and physical body, projections predict a rapid increase in the birthrate as these changes are ingrained into our collective genetics for all time. Or at least until whoever is in charge gets tired of fucking women with udders and wants to fuck women with rabbit ears instead.”

Malcolm looked at her closely. Her manic defeatism had returned after the one somber moment. “You’re messing with me, right?” She shook her head. “But why didn’t you tell people? If we’d incorporated that into our message, it could have swayed the sentiment of support. We could have made it a full population vote instead and opened up a whole new area of attack!”

“I thought about it,” she confessed. “But men were so quick to allow women the chance to change themselves into something else because it wouldn’t affect them. It would only make their lives better by creating a world full of horny, milky sluts. So I figured if they would damn us, then damn them too. I may be on all fours gagging for cock, but for every woman like me, there will be two men with balls so big they can’t walk straight fighting over which can fuck me first.” She poured another glass. “But, you, Malcolm, I want to be the first. What time is it now?”

He swallowed down the nervous knot at the back of his throat by draining the rest of his glass. “Midnight.”

Several miles away, atop the spires of the towers that emerged above the clouds, turbines began to whirl. Nearby, men in lab coats with grim faces watched as panels lit up and level readings poured across the screens. Across the country and across the globe, similar scenes unfolded. The moment had been prepared for and would be executed with minimal difficulty. One site had significant disruptions which led to the two backups whirring into place. The turbines expelled and distributed a chemical into the air that rapidly bonded with moisture. Most of the scientists watching marveled at how easily their terraforming machines had been put to this perverted operation. In many places it began to rain.

Malcolm and Jamie looked at the windows as the first sheets of water cascaded against them. “How long until it starts to affect me? You were always good with numbers.”

His head swirled from the alcohol, but his mouth knew the answer anyway. “From initialization to saturation takes only fifteen minutes. Effects should begin then, grow more pronounced over an hour period, and then stabilize. That’s if we were outside. Indoors with air filtration systems could add anything from an hour to — Julie, what are you?”

She picked up a paperweight from a desk near one of the windows and hurled it with all her strength. An almost perfect circle appeared in the glass as the weight disappeared into the rain. After a second, the top half of the glass pane dropped like a guillotine, shattering and beading on the floor. “That ought to speed it up, but let’s be damn sure.” She grabbed her cup and held it out into the rain, watching it fill with water as droplets splashed on her arm. “Bottoms up,” she turned the glass of rainwater up and let it dripped out around the corners of her mouth as she gulped it down. “Which is what I’ll be in ten minutes I’m sure. Face down, bottom up, eager to fuck.”

Malcolm watched the whole thing with fascinated horror. He couldn’t help but be aroused by the sudden determination in Julie’s demeanor or the idea of what was about to happen. “Yeah, that should speed things along.”

“You saw the pictures, right? Not the ones we used in our handouts, but the real pictures. The on the ground shit in the saturation cities? Not those boudoir shoots or the clinical ones where everything was tucked and measured so not to alarm anyone.”

“I don’t..I thought I had, but I’m not sure what you’re…” he trailed off. Julie started to unbuckle her pants. She kicked off her boots and let her slacks fall to the floor as she stepped out of them wearing a pair of green, lacy briefs. She started to remove her shirt next, not bothering to unfasten all the buttons once enough were off to rip the rest. Malcolm had imagined her body naked and clearly been wrong. Her breasts were smaller than expected, but sat higher on her chest and were held up with her bra. Her stomach had a small pudge which matched her wide hips and round bottom. Malcolm grew increasingly aware of his inability to hide his erection.

“They showed the mild cases. Or the early exposure ones. They never let the press have the long term or rapid exposure cases. In early tests they started at a low saturation and ramped up over time, but figured out a way to quicken the time scale. Out there, right now, billions of women are starting to feel what I’m feeling. This strange quiver in their guts. They voted for it, and they’re waiting with excitement. I bet a lot of them have a man watching them too. He’s excited because he knows something amazing is about to happen, but not exactly what. Is that how you feel Malcolm? Because it’s starting. I want you to watch. Once it’s over, I don’t think I’ll even remember what I was like before. Do you remember what you were like when you were younger? You know that you were, you can see it in videos and pictures, but your mind can’t grasp that your body was once something that it isn’t now. That’s how I’ll be. Ecstatic and slurred by the state of what I’ve become to the point that I don’t remember what I was. So, you remember as long as you can. Remember that I tried to stop this. I was part of the ten percent that wanted to save the world.”

Julie grabbed her stomach in a gasp that was half pleasure and half pain. The small wriggle in her stomach started to twist and knot like a ball of snakes all trying to go in different directions. The sensation spread out from her stomach and into her arms and legs. She could feel the sensations in her breasts intensifying and quickly removed her bra. An hour before, she would have been mortified to strip in front of Malcolm, but now it seemed not only natural, but necessary. At the very least, he would see her normal body before the changes took over. Julie arched her back and stuck her arms up over her head in a long stretch. She was very aware of Malcolm’s eyes on her tits as they pushed out in front of her. She knew they were growing, but it wasn’t noticeable yet. She wondered if he’d be shocked when the real change hit her. Looking up at Malcolm, she saw that his chair was turned toward her, his legs spread wide and the bulge in his pants very evident. Her mouth watered at the thought, but there would be time for that later. “Go on then, get that cock out and stroke it for me. I should get a show too.”

Whether he did as she asked or not, she didn’t notice. A knot of tension had built in her core, and it released in small, electric waves through her body, replacing the mildly unpleasant slithery feeling. A smile broke across her lips as her breath heaved to catch up with a cascade of waves through her body. She felt something pinch her sides and realized she still had on underwear. With some difficulty, she managed to get her fingers underneath the overstretched waistband and with even more effort, she managed to pull the green panties down over her growing ass. It wobbled into freedom as the constricting garment was pulled away. The cool air felt amazing as it rushed over her skin. The panties made it to her knees, but rather than raise up to finish taking them off, she simply ripped them away. With that done, she leaned forward to rest on her hands and knees. It felt more comfortable. The air seemed to be surrounding and caressing her body as her breasts swung freely underneath her. Her knees widened and she moved one hand up to feel the smooth skin of her pussy. Another of their little modifications, no hair below the neck. For now anyway. As her fingers reached the folds of her pussy lips, she felt the small nub jutting out from the crest of her pussy. Engorged clit, for proper stimulation.

Malcolm couldn’t believe his lust sodden eyes. Julie’s body had changed almost imperceptibly, but now she was naked with a bubble butt and two huge tits swinging underneath her like udders while she played with her pussy. He’d taken her advice and pulled off his own pants, stroking his cock in rhythm with her hips gyrating against her own hand. He grew momentarily concerned when she went still, locked in position on all fours, “Julie? Are you ok?”

“Here they come,” she grunted. Her fingers pushed into her pussy as her chest started to bulge. Beneath her breasts, two smaller nubs pushed into existence. Nipples popped out of her skin, long and thick, and with them came a rush of milk. “Fuck me, fuck me now!” she commanded. If Malcolm experienced any shock or horror at seeing his former boss grow a second set of teats, it was lost in the barrage of lust that overwhelmed him. He got to his feet and moved to her quickly. Julie stuck her ass up in the air, shaking it from side to side to entice him further. It was enough to dumbfound him for a moment as he watched the mesmerizing orbs of flesh rock back and forth while getting a peek at the swollen pussy lips underneath. When he was close enough, she grabbed his cock and pulled him to her, shoving it against the slick lips and then jamming her ass back against it. She sucked him inside her with a rush of fluid that brought small relief to the aching lust in both of them. She did not give him long to enjoy the velvet warmth of her pussy, she looked over her shoulder and pleaded. “Milk me…please…”

The pressure in her tits was almost unbearable. All four of her thick nipples had started to ooze milk, but she needed more. She couldn’t reach them herself with her hands on the floor. Malcolm curved his body against hers, enjoying the feeling of her massive ass pushing against his stomach as his cock stayed rooted in her pussy. His hands moved up her hips and stomach until they grabbed hold of her supernumerary breasts. He let his palms move over the engorged nipples before moving his fingers down to tweak and pull at them. Julie moaned and bucked her hips against him in desperation. Finally, he started to massage her full tits and a rush of warm milk flowed out over his palms. Pleasure burst through Julie’s body. All thoughts of the vote burned away and were replaced by an insatiable desire for more sex. She wanted to fuck, to be fucked, to be bred while someone milked her like a common cow. Malcolm’s own animal instincts started to take over as he clamped his knees on her thighs and started to saw into her pussy with his throbbing cock. His balls started to swing forward and slap against her wet lips, giving her engorged clit a spasm of pleasure with each stroke. His mauling hands moved from one teat to the next, pulling and prodding as milk flowed freely. “I’m gonna cum,” he groaned.

“Do it! Cum inside me! Fill me up with your spunk! Breed me!” Her pussy locked down on his cock as it began to spurt inside of her. Hot cum flooded into her depths as her breasts gushed milk out onto the floor beneath them, creating a sizable puddle. They both moaned and gasped from the sensations until finally his torrential orgasm subsided. He pulled out of her and staggered back, dropping back into his chair in a daze of afterglow.

“Holy fuck that was amazing. You’re the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen.”

“Well, maybe you can keep me then. Be my own private bull.” Julie leaned back on her heels, letting her breasts sit on top of each other while streams of milk continued to run down her front. It wasn’t comfortable and she doubted she’d be able to do anything but crawl on all fours soon. “Oh look, I think they made it so men get the changes faster too!” Malcolm followed her gaze to his cock and saw it surging back to its full length and more. The skin around hit had started to grow thick and leathery and his balls were twice their normal size already. Julie smiled at the mingle of horror and excitement on his face. She lowered herself back to all fours and started to crawl over to him. “I better suck you off before it’s too big to fit in my mouth. Don’t worry though, my ass will love it when it’s bigger.”