I think I’ve born as a hucow. I started lactation in a half a year after be fucking by my future husband without any pregnancy, medicine and special stimulation. I was 20 years old, but my little breast (that time it was only A cup) had milk. Not a lot of, but he could get jets of milk squeezing nipples. We were surprised, and a little bit afraid. We took me to the doctor, she said I had problems with my hormones and started to treat me. In two month my lactation was stopped.

After our son’s birth I could overflowed with my milk everything. My hyper lactation started on the third day in maternity hospital. During the first year my clothes were permanently wet in spite of special pads in my bra. My tits expand from A cup to D and got stretching My breast turn into real udder with large blue-brown nipples. My nipples… They become rough and loose their sensitivity. They could only feel pain or nothing.

I hated all these changes! Though I get forms as I was before pregnancy in a month, I couldn’t wear my usual dress because of this ugly udder! I couldn’t leave home without my little son more then for two-three hours or my clothes got wet and udders became even larger and hard. And they started feel so excruciate pain that I could only moo like a cow waiting to be milked. Skin on the breast was stretching, it was burning, any touch and I cold burst into tears… It feels like my tits could burst into pieces.

I had so much milk, that I’d even give my milk to the baby of our neighbor’s (The baby had a heavy allergy to breast milk substitute preparation and his mother hadn’t enough milk for her own). So I breastfed my own son an then milked myself for another’s needs. It took me a week to got about 1000ml a day by milking myself 3-4 times a day. For a month I was a real hucow and all this time my son continued increasing his weight as usual (1,4 kg a month Can you imagine how much milk I had?!).

After a year my lactation become almost normal. I had 6-8 hours without milking or sucking before my breast started pain. Only then I could realy understand that my husband liked my new udders (which I’d considered rather ugly). He had a fun pinching my nipples with clothespins and ordering me to jump or knocking them down with stick or riding crop. He also liked to twist my nipples hardly. It was very painful but the same time I got wet as a the bitch on heat and the only thought was to be fucked any way and manner. When he preferred use my mouthcunt and was in good mood to let me also have a pleasure he gave me anything available to fuck myself into count or asshole (or both) with it. Because of I the most part of time was in kitchen it was mostly different produces or kitchen utensils: cucumbers, carrots, marrow, mortar, spoons, bottles… When I ended breastfeeding this effect vanished.

Now we both are sory, that we hadn’t use my lactation fully to serve my husband’s pleasure ( . He didn’t regulary milk me, didn’t torture me with controlling milkingtime, and even didn’t use my milk for his own needs (he likes milk, and he said that mine tasted better then milk from the shop)…

I breastfed our son till he become 2 year and 8 month old. I had milk but I got completely tired of it. Now he is almost 4 years old and I’m 6month pregnant. My husband tells that the main functions of a woman is to bear children and to serve a man. I’m sure he is right. And I know, that a lactating woman can please both baby and a man. So I’m going to become a real hucow and enjoy it this time!