Hucow Milk Slave
The sound-proof basement was ready. Chains, whips, ball-gags, even a cold, steel, unfeeling milking machine.
All it needed was an unwilling Hucow. All it needed, was my daughter.
My hands shook as I held the bottle of pills. I'd dreamed about this day for a long time and now my dream was about to come true.
"Oh Steph!" I called my 18-year-old daughter down from her room after stirring the pill into her favorite drink. "Daddy's got something for you!" It was all I could do to keep my voice from quavering.
A moment later, my tall, red-haired, large-breasted daughter bounded down the stairs and into the kitchen, her tits bouncing freely under her bra-less t-shirt.
"Hi, daddy!" She came to a halt at the table when she saw what I had for her. "Ooh! That's my favorite smoothie!" She giggled, grabbed the glass, then kissed me innocently on the cheek. "Thanks!"
Her virgin, butterfly kisses burned my cheek and my cock tugged in my jeans.
"Can we talk?" I looked her in the eyes, a serious expression on my face.
She shook her head and took a BIG gulp of the liquid. "Sorry daddy, I'm almost late for Yoga class. I've got to skedaddle."
She turned to dash off, but I grabbed her by the arm.
"Hey!" She started to say, then nearly fainted back in my arms. "Wha...what's going on?" She gasped.
I grabbed the drink from her and set it on the counter. "It appears you're not feeling well, honey. I think you should skip yoga and lie down in your room." I helped her up the stairs and pointed to her bed.
My cock danced in my pants as I saw the changes that were starting to affect her. Her already large breasts were starting to get larger and I thought I could see a speck of milk leaking through her t-shirt, making it a bit see-through.
"Daddy, what's wrong?" She asked, putting her hand to her head as she gingerly clambered into bed. "Why am I feeling so bad all of a sudden?"
I shrugged, even though I knew the answer. "Why don't you get some rest and I'll check in on you in an hour, okay?"
I tucked my daughter in and took one long, last glance at her before shutting the door and waiting.
The instructions said to have the subject lay down in a darkened room for a half an hour before resuming any activities.
I set my alarm, then went to refresh myself.
The wait was interminable. I just imagined my bouncy, breathlessly beautiful 18-year-old daughter a full-fledged Hucow. I'd scoured the dark web looking for just the right pill that would do what I wanted.
One pill = Hucow slave for life. The Hucow will do everything you tell her. The instructions promised. Without the anti-dote, the dose was permanent.