Mina Hucow

By DX

A scientist discovers her breasts are swelling and filling with milk and her thoughts are filled with arousal and desire to be breed like cattle.  Can she discover what is happening before it is too late and she becomes a permanent human cow?

Copyrighted 9/2019 8/2023 All rights reserved.

Based on a story by Mina Submissive

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 “Mina?  Are you okay?”

 Mina looked up startled.  She had thought she was alone but was surprised to see her friend standing at her elbow.  “Oh!  Hello, Antoinette!”  Mina smiled, her dimples showing.  “How are you?”

 Antoinette looked flustered.  “I’m fine, Mina, but are you okay?  You know you’ve been standing in the hallway for almost twenty minutes.”

 Slowly Mina looked around.  She was in fact in the hallway to her apartment and she was standing in front of her door.  She looked at the keys in her hand.  “Oh, I was thinking about the lock.”  Mina said.  “It was patented in 1865 by Thomas Yale, based off an Egyptian design nearly four thousand years ago.”  Mina held up her key and gently ran her finger along its serrations.  “The key pushes up the spring tensioned tumblers to free the lock barrel allowing it to turn and open.”  Mina smiled sweetly at her friend.  “Quite the marvel, really.”

 “I’m sure it is.”  Antoinette replied dryly, peering at her friend.  “I’ve not seen you around for weeks.”

 Mina laughed breathlessly.  “Oh!  I’ve been…”  Her voice trailed off as she began to realize she didn’t have an answer.  She looked at the door to her apartment, then the keys in her hand, before she looked at Antoinette who was expecting an answer.  “I was at work.”  She said quietly, her face slack.  “Yes, I was at work.”  Her voice filled with certainty.  “We have a major experiment going on at the lab.  We’re on the brink of stabilizing a pre-structured colloidal suspension hydrocarbon polyisoproprene chain to create a synthetic epidermis.”

 Antoinette blinked slowly.

 “Artificial skin based on latex.”  Mina finished.

 “Oh!”  Antoinette responded.  “Cool!  That’s amazing.”

 Mina nodded, humbly.  “We’re also working on a cerebral hormonal therapy regulator.”  Mina face began to blank again.  “Or we just finished that, there’s a prototype…”  Her voice drifted as she tapped her cheek, thinking.

 Antoinette’s smile didn’t reach her eyes.  “I’m so happy for you Mina!  And it sounds like you’re doing great work.”

 Mina regarded her friend.  Antoinette was petite and small framed.  She had short bob cut hair and a tiny pug nose and round, ponderous eyes.  She seemed delicate, despite her strong will.  Her face could not hide her feelings.  “What’s wrong?”

 Antoinette waved her hands dismissively.  “Nothing!  You’re busy and tired and you need some rest.”

 Scoffing, Mina replied.  “I’m actually a little wired.  You want to hang out?”

 Antoinette’s face glowed like the morning sun.  “Are you sure you’re, you know, up to it?”

 “I’d love it.”  Mina’s smile deepened.  “I’d love to have a proper sit down and chat like a real person.”  Mina’s face drained as she thought.  “The lab has been…”  She squinted, trying to remember something important.  “We’ve…”  She shook her head, scattering her thoughts like moths.  “Come on over.  I think I have soy-chocolate.”

 “I’ve got better.”  Antoinette leaned close and whispered.  “Pinot Grigio.”

 “Wine?”  Mina whispered, scandalously.  “Where did you get the ration coupons for that?”

 “I’ve had it for quite some time.”  Antoinette replied proudly.  “And I think this is a great time to open it up and, you know, celebrate your success.”

 Mina envisioned the cool, fruity drink splashing wildly in a glass, the scent tickling her nose.  She missed it.  She missed many, many things.

 Her eyes sparkled as she smiled.

 “Thank you, Antoinette!”  Mina hugged her friend warmly, but felt her stiffen.  Releasing her, she searched her face.  “What’s wrong?”

 Abashed, Antoinette giggled.  “I believe you have had a bit of a growth spurt.”

 Mina looked confused.  “Oh, uh, maybe I’m retaining water?”  She offered, her mind racing.  She had always been a curvy girl with large, D caliber breasts, and a lean narrow waist that poured into her callipygous hips, but now she seemed a little… swollen.  Her breasts somehow seemed bigger, fuller.  She dismissed the notion with a tilt of her head.  “Lemme get settled.  Twenty minutes?  I have glasses.”

 Antoinette’s eyes glistened as she smiled.  “Okay!”

 Mina entered her apartment and closed the door behind her.  Recognizing her, the living room light came on and gave the room a welcoming feeling.  Mina stood in the foyer and took it all in.  It was her home, her things, everything neatly arranged.  

 Sterile.

 Looking at it, Mina suddenly thought she didn’t live there.

 She chided the idea and headed into the kitchen.  She found the glasses and set them on the table, then looked for something for them to snack on.

 Synthetic seaweed spread, soy-cheese, and Acrididae crackers made from processed grasshoppers.

 Sneering, Mina closed the cabinet.  It was barely digestible, but it was all there was to eat the since eco-terrorists had released a terrifying parasite that wiped out algae worldwide, the base of all life.  The domino effect was quick and absolute.  The seas all but died within a single year.  On land the fertile earth became a barren dust bowl leaving whole nations staving to death.  Oxygen became a traded commodity.  A third of the population was gone within a fortnight, leaving the remaining world population desperate, afraid, and hungry.  Although the world scientists stopped the parasite and began to re-start the agricultural base, it would take decades to reverse the damage.  The human race didn’t have decades.  

 Mina pushed the thought from her mind.  It wasn’t a night to ponder such things.  With a clear head she reached up and got a bowl from the shelf.  As she did, she realized what Antoinette was talking about.

 Mina was indeed bigger.

 Amazed, she cupped her breasts and weighed them in her hands.  They were firm, almost tight, and bigger, much bigger than before.  They responded to her inquisitive touch by sending a gentle wave through her.  Blushing furiously, on the pretext of conducting a scientific investigation, Mina continued her exam and felt a pleasurable spark tingle through her.  

 A stain spread across her blouse.

 Mina opened her shirt and found her bra was soaked.  

 She quickly un-did her brassiere, it was cutting into her anyway, and relief instantly filled her.  She looked at her breasts in awe, as if she had never seen them before.  They were huge!  She gently sized them in her hands.  As she did, cream dribbled from her nipples and ran down and across her fingers.

 Lactating?  Mina was stunned as the warm, sweet smell came to her.  Hypnotized, she looked at the glistening cream on her fingers as she brought them to her mouth.

 Delicious!

 Peaches!  She thought.  Strawberries and milkshakes!  Quickly she expressed a little more into her hand and slurped it up.  It was invigorating!  Lighting up her skin!  She could feel every cell in her body come to life.

 She took up a bowl and quickly lined it with her cream.  She resisted the craving to drink it, instead wanting to save it for Antoinette.  As her mind began to stumble over the logic of what was happening, another feeling blossomed within her.  As she teased and tweaked her nipples, her sex grumbled to life and sparked into flame.  She could feel the wetness soaking her panties and dampening her legs.  She struggled not to cry out and hide her passion in her throat.

 Her knees buckled and she slumped against to the wall to keep her feet.  She gasped and moaned and buried her fingers into her warm oyster as she teased and played with her nipples.  Wild tidal waves of pleasure swept over her again and again.

 It wasn’t making sense.  She was rushing toward a beautiful, powerful orgasm and she could do nothing to stop it.  Her friend was coming over in minutes and she was in the kitchen playing with herself.  Shivering, humming a vibrato as passion clutched her and shook her, she tried to keep her feet with her body pressed against the wall.

 Through her squinting, wanting eyes she looked up as shadows peeled from the walls.  

 Men lunged at her.  They grabbed her arms, interrupting her orgasm, and roughly hauled her up.  As she drew breath to scream in surprise and fear, a fat rubber ball was wedged in her mouth.  She could feel the gag’s mechanics automatically move around and lock her jaw open.  In her mind she somehow knew the gag was noise canceling, emitting a counter-vibration to any sound she made, effectively silencing her.

 The sharp bite of steel cuffs ratcheted around her wrists, then her elbows, pinning them behind her back.  

 Struggling with panic, Mina drove her knee up sharply and caught one of her assailants in crotch and doubled him over.  She then drove her heel back and struck the man behind her in the ankle, then reared her head back, and with a hard crunch of delicate bones, nailed him in the nose.

 Arms wrapped about her waist and hoisted her up.  She thrashed desperately until she felt cold steel circle her ankles.

 “Wow!  She’s tough!”  One exclaimed as he helped another off the floor.

 “She got me right in the money maker.”  He said, grunting.

 “If that’s your money maker,”  a woman retorted.  “it explains why you’re broke.”

 “Quiet!  All of you.”  The man holding Mina aloft growled with a rough voice.  “Let’s move this along.”  

 He set her down and held her to keep her balance.  Mina eyed him.  He had a hard face that had endured harder years.  His ice blue eyes were cutting, slicing neatly into her like a scalpel.  He was a man not to be reckoned with.

 He didn’t like her looking at him.

 “Get the hood.”  He ordered curtly.  

 The man with the broken nose fumbled with it as he tried to see through blurring eyes.  “I tave it here, Mr. Bleu.”  He said as blood dripped down his face.

 Bleu, like his eyes, Mina thought as a memory sparked within her.  Beau Bleu?  Was that a name?  Bow Blue?  How would she know that?

 “How are we gonna move her,” One of them asked.  “with her feet cuffed?”

 Mina thought he looked like his name was Harry, although his name was Howard.

 The woman, Lyca, grabbed a dishtowel to help Marky stop his bleeding nose.   “Why didn’t you warn us she was a hellcat?  Why don’t we sedate her?”

 Mr. Bleu’s hackles rose as he addressed each member of his team.  “One, we carry her.  Two, you’re a trained agent, you should know how to handle yourself in any situation.  Three, right now she has more chemicals in her body than a High School science lab, a sedative may prove dangerous.”  He held out his hand towards Marky.  “Give me the hood.”  Then he glanced towards Sanford standing by the door.  “Ford, check if the coast is clear.”

 Ford nodded and activated the security monitor.  “Shit!  It’s her friend!”  He looked back, his eyes wide.  “Whadda we do?”

 Bleu motioned with his chin.  “Get behind the door.  Lyca, in the kitchen.  Harry?  Marky?  In the hall.”  He nodded to Ford.  “Open the door.”

 “But she’ll see you!”  He whispered harshly.  

 “That’s the plan.”  Bleu glanced at his agents, then nodded to Ford.

 Antoinette strolled in, oblivious to the danger.  “Sorry it took so long,”  She said, looking at her bottle.  “I had to dig up the corkscrew.”  She stopped and her face became slack as she saw Mina standing in the middle of the living room, gagged and cuffed.  “What?”

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