"Would it be weird for you if I grabbed some milk?"
Andrea shook her head, her long hair shaking as she did so. The red and white locks were straight, and she currently had them tied back in a loose ponytail. "I keep telling you, that's not hucow milk. Their... I mean, our milk is rich in beta-carotene, which means it can't be pasteurized, so it can't be sold as drinking milk."
Tiffany frowned as she looked at the quart in her hands, her long tail twitching. She pointed to the cute anime-style character on the carton, a hucow with a particularly impressive bust, dressed in a tiny cow print bikini. "But they have Miku the Ushi on all the jugs."
"Yeah, because she's the company's mascot. That doesn't mean that's where it comes from."
"So what is hucow milk used for, then?" Tiffany asked as she put the milk in her basket, next to her box of cereal.
"Cheese and yogourt, mostly. Especially cheese, as the fat content of our milk is through the roof." Andrea had almost hesitated before remembering to say "our" again. "A friend of my Dad is one of the Raw Milk crowd, and he said it was like drinking cream cheese and glue."
"He actually said that to you!?" Tiffany crinkled her nose in obvious disgust.
"No, not like that! This is before we knew that I'm a hucow." Andrea's parents, Mary and Patrick, had tried for years to have children of their own, but were simply unable to conceive. And so, the couple decided to adopt a child, bringing an infant Andrea into their family. However, due to an error in her paperwork, they'd always thought she was human. It was only as her hair colour began to change during puberty that they realized she was something else. One DNA test later, and they found their little girl was, in fact, a hucow.
Andrea looked at her reflection in the glass of a nearby cooler. She moved her hair to the side and ran her fingers over her forehead, feeling the small bumps under her skin. They were definitely getting bigger, and in time, would sprout into a proper pair of horns.
She sighed as she looked down the rest of her body. She had a fairly slim build, with only the gentlest of swells to indicate where her breasts and hips were. Andrea knew, though, that that wouldn't last. Hucow's developed very late, usually in their early twenties, and from her research online, the changes would definitely be significant.
Many hucows were naturally inclined to put on weight, and tended to find it really hard to lose any. Most of the chubby ones put on a stone or more of blubber a year during their twenties, and many comfortably broke 300 lbs. by their mid-thirties. The farm heifers were the worst offenders for this, by far. A genetic quirk meant that their milk production would increase in direct proportion to their weight, and the farm girls would generally break 500 lbs. over the course of their careers. Andrea had watched many of the interviews with the members of a retirement herd, and she'd frankly felt ill. Almost none had lost any of their working weight. Quite a few of those heifers were eight or nine hundred pounds, and could barely move. And the one hucow, Sue9598, was a totally immobile blob, and made even those women look small. "Christ, she was so fat, she couldn't even move her arms..."
At the very least, hucows were able to gain weight without any negative health effects, unlike most humans. Still, Andrea was really hoping she belonged to the skinny category. She was a fairly active young woman, and the thought of being too fat to go for a hike or a bike ride just killed her.
Of course, there was one thing she knew she couldn't avoid, and that was breast growth. Probably what hucows were most rightly known for was their very, very large breast sizes. In her research, Andrea had never seen a hucow smaller then a G cup, and most were considerably larger then that. One hucow pornstar she'd found had a reported cup size of 32Z and growing. Another had had a pair of breast reduction surgeries, bring her down to a P.
Literally, decreasing herself down to a P. "How flipping big was she...?"
Milk production was another feature of hucows, and really not something Andrea was looking forward to. The vast majority would produce gallons of milk a week, even if they'd never... Andrea blushed, unable to finish that thought. But if they were pregnant or nursing? Well, that number would go through the roof. Add in the fact that she could expect to have twins or triplets when she decided to start a family, and there was a lot of this that Andrea was definitely not looking forward to.
There was also a fair bit of stigma against hucows in the general public. People tended to think that all hucows were like the farm heifers; glassy eyed, indolent, gluttonous, and horny. As a people, they had zero ambition. All they existed for was eating, producing mountains of milk, and birthing little hucows. And even if you weren't an immobile, milk-leaking blob now, it was only a matter of time before your instincts kicked in and you became one. The reputation of the males was even worse, often being seen as nothing more then a bunch of violent, unemployable horn-dogs.
"Wait, so what have I been drinking all this time if this isn't hucow milk?"
"Well, I guess if anyone knows something about negative stereotypes, it'd be Tiffany," Andrea thought as she turned towards her semi-feline friend. The young woman was a black haired neko, and if hucows had a bad rep, the one for the cats was bloody awful. Public perception labelled the neko as a bunch of decadent, lazy, irresponsible sluts, utterly in thrall to their bottomless carnal appetites, and totally unable to remain faithful to their lovers or balance a cheque book. This view was not helped by the fact that the majority of the most successful pornstars were all neko, and in areas where prostitution was legal, the bulk of the pros also tended to be cats.
"Goat's milk," Andrea answered, grabbing a carton of duck eggs from the cooler. The two had been friends since middle school, and had decided to rent a townhouse when they went to college. They had arrived late last night, and were currently stocking their cupboards. Their other room mates were arriving later today, and the group had planned a pizza party to celebrate tonight.
"Ah, okay. That reminds me, we'll need to swing by the meat section."
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