Homeowners: A Hucow Story

Joy pulled the stack of envelopes out of the mailbox. Across the yard, Todd fussed at the lawn mower on the boarder between cut and uncut grass. His profanities carried on the summer wind to join the grumblings of the others up and down the block also attempting to wrangle their yard back into shape in the few hours of weekend available. Joy walked up the path to their small porch and took a seat in the shade.

Spring in South Carolina didn’t last long. Half of it was cold, and the other a tingling prelude to the summer heat. Without the breeze, it would have been stifling under the clear sun. Joy sipped her water as she watched her husband. She didn’t often objectify him. Todd was a handsome man, muscular, and tall. Other girls envied Joy when they dated and cursed her when they married. Yet, she didn’t constantly view him as a hunk of meat ready to fuck, even if he might have preferred that. He was her friend, the goofy and charming guy who liked to lie on the couch most nights. When the lights went off and hands roamed, Joy’s thoughts on him would change. Nothing gave her more excitement than reaching down his boxers to find his cock hardening as she touched him. But, something about watching him work in the yard was different.

Todd’s shirt stuck to him, dark patches of sweat turning the grey to near black. Joy could see the outline of his pecs and the indention of his back before the cute butt she liked to pull on as he thrust into her. The physicality of it tickled the lizard part of her brain, but something more complex entertained the monkey part. He was caring for her, working diligently under a hot sun to create a good home. Through bizarre connections in her head, not to mention cultural institutions ingrained in her from birth, she saw her man cutting the lawn as one of the most loving and nurturing things he could do. Still, it helped he had a rocking bod.

“Take your shirt off,” she yelled from the safety of the front porch.

Todd grinned widely at her and looked around. Satisfied that a woman in horn-rimmed glasses carrying a clipboard with a warning notice about decency standards wasn’t going to jump out of the hedge, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head slowly while wriggling his hips. Muscles flexed as he tossed the soggy garment off to the walkway. He posed for a second, blew Joy a kiss, and went back to fiddling with the mower.

She didn’t know why she’d asked him to do it. He needed to finish mowing, and she needed to finish weeding. Part of being homeowners meant getting such menial tasks done, even if you had to do them after getting yourself horny. Joy sighed and looked down at the mail. When they moved in, getting mail had been exciting. It came to their names at their address. It felt very adult and gave Joy the false impression of ascending to a new level of humaning where things would make more sense and people would be more respectful. The excitement vanished by the end of the first week. They didn’t get cards or letters from friends. Mostly they received advertisements for furniture, moving companies, and offers to buy the house they just purchased. Bills came soon after.

Joy discarded four of the six envelopes from the stack, all of them offers for credit cards. The other two she glared at with as much contempt as a sweaty woman could convey to a bit of folded paper. The first was their electric bill, likely the only one of the year to be considered cheap since it covered the tiny period where neither the heat nor the air conditioning ran non-stop. The second was addressed to the house more than Todd or Joy. She held it up, “Homeowners Association!” The envelop waggled in her hand, but Todd managed to crank the mower at that moment, drowning out her annoyance with a blare of sound.

“Dear resident,” she read, “Yearly dues must be paid by April 1st. Address all checks to the Yearling Glade HOA. Late fees will accrue starting April 2nd and turned over to collection on May 1st. Please be prompt as dues go to the upkeep of our communal grounds.” Joy paused to look for some communal grounds. She supposed the sidewalks counted. She continued, “With the arrival of spring, we would like to reiterate some rules regarding upkeep. Please make sure your mailboxes are up to standard as outlined in the covenants. For a full replacement contact Steven Heller. Also, multi-car families are reminded that parking in the street is not allowed. As we’ve had an uptick in this recently, we will begin referring repeat offenders to a towing company at the homeowners expense. Lawns should be mowed at least once per week, regardless of weather. Failure to maintain this standard will result in fines of increasing cost. First, $25, second $100, and third $500 per week, repeating until resolved. The board will patrol weekly to find offending houses and issue citations.”

Joy made a guttural sound of disgust. “Five hundred fucking dollars for not mowing your yard, every week. That’s fucking insane. Todd, this is fucking insane.” She waved the page at her husband who continued to blissfully mow. The letter soured Joy’s mood. She no longer admired the ripple of his sweaty skin, but did worry that he might get sunburned. Rather than bother getting his attention she fumed and went back to the letter.

“The quarterly meeting of the HOA will occur on March 7th. Primary topics during this meeting will be the raising of dues, a decision on whether additional fence patterns will be allowed, and a special presentation by Dr. Luca Monterro regarding a special opportunity for Yearling Glade.” Joy scanned through the letter again, her scowl intensifying. The meeting was a week away. Neither she or Todd had ever attended one of the meetings since moving in. Todd didn’t see the point, claiming the whole organization was a clique of busy bodies. Joy didn’t disagree, but once she got irritated, little could deter her from speaking her mind, even to a wall of indifference.

Curious about the special presentation, she pulled out her phone and looked up Dr. Luca Monterro. “What the fuck?” The mower sputtered to a stop again. Todd cursed, feigned kicking the engine, and fumbled over to the porch. “Hon, can you believe this?” She waved the letter at him.

Todd chugged water in huge gulps causing his Adam’s apple to bob up and down. He coughed when he pulled away the bottle, “I don’t know what that is.”

“It’s from the HOA.” Joy pushed it into his hand. “The fees they charge people for simple stuff is insane. Like a month of that would be like paying our mortgage all over again.”

“Yeah, but we cut our yard. Even if the fucking thing kills me.” He spoke as if the mower was eavesdropping.

“That’s not the point. We shouldn’t be held hostage to do it. What about people who have to work? What about people who have kids and can’t fit it in their schedule? They should be punished because their grass is one inch too high?”

“No, but those people also don’t exist. Everyone here can cut their yard. And they’re not nearly as strict as this says. They make these kinds of letters for repeat offenders.”

“You mean people they’re trying to run out of the neighborhood! It’s like gentrification, but more fascist.” Joy folded her arms and huffed.

Todd sat down beside her in the other chair. “No, look. I get that these fees are outrageous, but they’re heavy handed for a reason. Yes, the reason is also unfair, but it serves a purpose. If you have a rundown house in the neighborhood, it deters buyers which stagnates the market. You need people buying and selling houses in neighborhoods like this. Otherwise, things stagnate and deteriorate. Our investment would go down, and when we move, we’d have to sell at a loss.”

Joy hated when her husband used rational thinking to calm her down. “Then why do they waste so much money, huh? We pay over a thousand dollars every year. What the hell do they spend it on? Some weird doctor to lecture us?”

“What?” Todd said, looking back at the letter. “Luca Monterro? Who’s that?”

“He’s a professor kind of doctor, not the medical kind,” Joy answered looking at her phone. “Founder and Head of Research for LuMont Progression Industries, specializing in the advanced theory of cellular resonance alteration.”

“The fuck does that mean?”

“No idea. But I’m going to this meeting to find out how much of our money paid for him to get a free lunch. And you’re coming with me.” Joy smirked. “How much longer till you’re finished with the yard?”

“If the fucking thing will work, maybe ten minutes. I think its overheating. Need to blow out the filter and — what’s that look for?”

Joy’s mood swung again. Small beads of sweat glistened on her husband’s skin as he reclined in the rocker. The basketball shorts he wore to mow bunched up against him, showing off the nice bulge waiting in his boxers. “I thought we could shower off…together.”

Todd smiled, hopped up to his feet, and strode over to the mower. “Now listen,” he told it before ripping out several pieces of it. A few minutes later, the engine purred as he made lines back and forth across the yard. Joy, meanwhile, added the meeting to her calendar.

Joy slumped down in her seat. She didn’t know what she’d expected, perhaps some swell of support from the others attending. At best, her complaints about the fees received a murmur of approval from the few other attendees. None of it had gone according to the idea she’d cooked up in her head. She expected a full house, but other than herself and Todd she counted roughly twenty residents. Most of the others seemed to have some stake in the meeting itself. One was the HOA accountant, another happened to own the lawn services firm which handled the subdivisions needs, and another was trying to lobby for replacing the street lights. If any of the others were concerned residents, they didn’t voice much of an opinion during the open floor.

The HOA board wasn’t what she thought it would be either. Joy expected old men and women, prudish and bitter. Instead, the six member council looked only a few years older than her or Todd. The two men sat at either end of the row, visibly disinterested in the proceedings. One of them kept murmuring to the man Joy assumed to be Dr. Monterro. The other four board members of being stay at home mothers. Their perfectly manicured fingers clicked on the tabletop as they waited for speakers to finish. They toyed with dyed hair and chatted softly to each other about outfits or picking up kids or the scandal of some service industry worker talking back to them. The leader, Tessa, sat in the middle with her fingers folded under her chin, looking like a grotesque from a cautionary tale about talking back to parents.

“Thank you for that,” Tessa said with a wave of her hand. It was unclear whether she knew the man had been talking about light posts or not. “Now with all outstanding business resolved, we move on to new business. I’d like to introduce Dr. Luca Monterro. Luca came to us recently with a pitch for a special service that we on the board fell will work wonderfully for Yearling Glade. Luca can certainly explain it better, but the basic idea is the installation of several small, discreet towers throughout the neighborhood. These towers will house some devices which create tiny, indistinguishable frequencies that will create numerous health benefits. To fully explain, Dr. Monterro, the floor is yours.”

The man stood up and smoothed out his shirt. He shifted uncomfortably as the board turned their chairs to look at him. “Ahem, well, I thought we’d have a more robust attendance. Yes, Tessa has the right idea of it. I have been leading research in a field called resonant cellular harmonics. This field operates around the idea that we are much more affected by frequencies than we realize, primarily because we evolved under a fairly stable set of frequencies. Its a type of macro condition which can affect certain evolutionary aspects. Climate is an easy one to understand. Our bodies produce melanin at a higher rate in areas where prolonged sun exposure exists. The converse being in areas, like Nordic Countries, where nights are long and sun exposure is low, we selected around lighter skin as an evolutionary trait. These types of macro conditions can be hard to quantify and measure due to how universal they are. So we must ask bold questions, like what would be different about life on earth if the sky was red instead of blue. Once you consider those ideas, you can hone in on some truly exciting things. The shape of our bodies is the result of thousands of factors, air pressure for one, and the permeating frequencies, that is background noise, of the world around us for another. So, if you can change these factors, you can change our cells or, potentially, our very DNA.”

“Hang on. What did he say?” Joy snapped out of her frustrated doldrums. She elbowed Todd in the ribs. “What’s he talking about?”

Todd shrugged.

“For your community,” the doctor continued, “we have devised a particularly interesting configuration. Once activated, you will hear nothing. Some days will pass, but then you will experience the benefits. Healthier skin. Better mood. Alleviation of certain neurosis. And…er, possibly other effects.”

Joy stood up, nearly knocking her folding chair over. “Sorry. Um, excuse me. What are you saying? You’re going to put up something that changes our DNA? And this is something you feel that it’s best to not be specific about?”

The man fumbled with some papers in front of him. Before he could answer, Tessa held up her hand, “It’s alright, Luca. Um, yes, Joy wasn’t it? I assure you Dr. Monterro has been very thorough in explaining his goals for this program.”

“But what about consent? You can’t perform some experiment on people without telling —”

“If you check the covenants, you’ll find that structural installations the benefit the community are well within the discretion of the HOA board.” Tessa’s smile stretched wider. The other board members perked up at some actual confrontation.

“Sure, to install a fucking fountain, not ‘alter our DNA’.”

“Actually, its more of a functional alteration to the endocrine sys—” Tessa’s hand silenced the doctor again.

“I believe the doctor has satisfied the requirement to inform the general assembly per the covenants. We can now put it to a vote. All those in favor of the installation of Dr. Monterro’s system?” Tessa waited with her hand raised as the five others on the board joined her. “Excellent, motion passed. Doctor, you can begin installation immediately.”

Another week later, Todd hunched over the mower in the middle of the yard while Joy stood nearby with her hands on her hips. “I think they put on behind that house on the corner,” she said.

“Sweetie, you have to let it go. It’s just some nonsense scam they’re using to embezzle money.” Todd pulled out a filter and blew on it sending a plume of dust into the wind.

“Oh sure, our corrupt cabal of local leaders empowered through land development is funneling our money into pyramid schemes, no reason to be upset.” She waved her arms around dramatically before heading inside. Joy wanted to go to a reporter, like they did in movies. Except she didn’t know any reporters and calling a local newspaper, which wasn’t local at all, seemed silly. Todd also talked her out of it. He kept telling her that HOAs all across the world used their narrow relevance of maintaining property value as a way to make a few bucks for themselves and put more money in the pockets of their cronies. He figured Tessa and Luca had some connection they couldn’t see. Joy hated when her husband disagreed with her and hated it more when he was probably right.

A week passed and no one but Joy seemed to care at all about the strange poles going up around the neighborhood. The one neighbor she spoke to about it figured it was for free wifi. Joy didn’t get to explain what the devices really were because she was newly outraged at the lack of free wifi. When she explained this new irritant to Todd, he pointed out their own wifi would likely be much better than anything publicly offered. She countered that not everyone could afford high quality internet, and he rebutted that they likely couldn’t afford a house in the neighborhood if that were the case. Joy yelled about gentrification again, and Todd went out back to barbecued while she worked it out of her system.

All the while, she waited for the things to turn on. She expected some kind of buzz to travel through her body or to hear some incredibly faint ringing. Yet, nothing changed. She felt the same as ever, only more irritated at the damn HOA.

By the time Todd came in from the yard, Joy had showered and nested herself on the couch. He kissed the top of her head before heading to clean up. When he did, she noticed his smell which triggered two thoughts. First, how wonderful it would be to bury her face in his chest and take a huge whiff. And second, that it was odd to notice it at all. A few seconds later, she heard something akin to a rubber band striking a resilient balloon. “I fucking knew it,” she said, right before the wave hit her.

Joy’s body went rigid, almost in seizure. She sprang up, thrusting her pelvis to the ceiling as she arched her back on the couch. A groan escaped her lips as tingling raced up and down her body. “Mmm, I feel…good?” Her body relaxed, and her hand moved over her exposed thighs, pulling up her shorts to touch more of her skin. Everywhere her fingers pressed caused a little explosion of pleasure. Naturally, she wanted to feel those explosions in more interesting parts of her body. Looking over her shoulder, she perked her ears up to listen to Todd in the shower. She only heard the hiss of running water as her hand moved underneath her shirt.

It was too tight, something left over from college. But, she didn’t remember it being too tight earlier when she put it on. The problem’s solution presented itself easily. Rather than reach under her shirt, she took it off, throwing over the back of the couch as she wiggled her chest. “Hah, boobies,” she said. That’s not normal, another part of her brain thought. Looking down though, it was hard to argue with what she’d said. Jiggling mounds wobbled back and forth on her chest. The sports bra stretched tight, pulling against her underneath her arms while the front of it stretched out to show off her cleavage. Her fingers pressed into the fabric, touching her nipples through the bra. She cooed and giggled as she rubbed small circles around her nipples, amused to see them pushing against the fabric.

One hand moved further down, sending blooms of pleasure across her taut tummy before sliding into her shorts. Again, she faced the problem of not having enough room. That’s definitely wrong. These are Todd’s shorts. I should be wearing them like a dress. She got to her feet beside the couch and bent over, feeling the fabric stretch over her wide ass. As she did, the skin at the tip of her tail bone itched. Moving the waistband caused further irritation, so she shucked off the shorts as well. She stood up and stretched, enjoying the feeling of her body in a way she didn’t understand. “Not naked enough,” she gurgled while the other part of her thought, Get a hold on yourself.

The winning half pushed down her underwear and looked at her pussy. It was gooey, leaking her juices onto her thighs as she stepped out of her panties. Her finger went to the slit and immediately her knees buckled, dropping her back to the couch as she spread her legs and fingered herself to orgasm. As her thoughts recovered, she grunted and pulled at the sports bra, determined to be free of it. The seams ripped as another pulse of pleasure shot through her body. She curled fingers under the front and pulled up as hard as she could. The bra came apart beneath the shoulder, leaving her a bib of cloth around her neck as fattened breasts fell into view. Joy managed to work the remnants of her bra over her head with one hand while the other rubbed her tits. These are huge. What’s happening to me?

For her whole life, Joy proudly waggled her B-cups at any many she found interesting. She loved her tits. Big enough to draw the eye while small enough to be overlooked if she wished. The jugs on her chest weren’t Bs. Hefting one breast in each hand, she wondered if sizes went big enough to account for tits of that size. They hung off her chest like perfect, enormous teardrops tipped with fat, puffy nipples. “Waiting to be sucked,” she said, voice airy and distant. Her thumbs slowly raked over the swollen nipples sending another blitz of orgasm through her body. It astounded her to feel such a simple stimulation reverberate through her with such ease. Her pussy quivered and clenched, trying to squeeze and absent cock as her breasts received more attention.

The itch at the back of her spine kept drawing her attention away from pleasure. She knelt on the couch and leaned forward, sticking her rump up in the air. Upon looking over her shoulder, she stifled a gasp. For one, her ass jiggled in a manner that would put any stripper to shame. She spent a few seconds rocking her hips from side to side and watching the waves of motion ripple through her fat ass. Joy reached back with both hands while letting her tits hold up her front. She grabbed the juicy flesh and pulled, feeling the air breeze through her ass crack and slightly cool the winking hole at its center. Again, the itch distracted her. She was forced to put her gaze on the odd nub extending out of her lower back.

“Wiggle,” she said, both to herself and the strange nub. It did. Like a new arm, the odd jutting of flesh and bone shifted slightly from side to side. I fucking feel it doing that. When she looked back again, the nub was longer and slightly haired. She laughed, amused by the odd thing and the jolt of motion to her stomach caused a strange shift of pressure in her chest. She leaned back, careful to avoid sitting on her nub. Her breasts ached, and the skin on her lower stomach felt odd. As her body rocked back and forth, a gentle slosh radiated out from her breasts. The ache in her nipples grew stronger, drawing her fingers up to press on the sensitive skin. As she did, a small spurt of milk jetted out.

Did milk just come out of my boobs? Do I have a goddamn tail? I need help. I need to get Todd. Todd will — “Todd has a fat dick!” Joy squealed as she pressed down on both nipples, spraying milk across her couch. She tilted forward, enjoying the feeling of her milk rushing to her nipples. With a low moan, she gently pulled each nipple, letting the spray become a stream. The tingling on her lower stomach grew stronger. Craning her head around she saw small bulges of flesh growing right above her pussy. Putting down her hands for balance, she let her tits hang fully underneath her. With a slight dip, she could drag the nipples across the rough couch fabric, leaving behind a trail of delicious smelling milk. Meanwhile, the nub had grown into a tail almost a foot long. Brown hair covered it up to a small patch at the base of her spine, beneath which the gloriously round orbs of her ass jiggled. Seeing herself ass up, she remembered Todd again. “Cock,” she said, pushing her ass out further.

As if summoned, Todd crashed around the corner of the hallway. He was naked and dripping wet. As he stalked to her, Joy realized that the man coming into the room was different than what her husband should have been. Shining, black horns jutted out from the sides of his head. Floppy, black furred ears stuck out on either side as well. A coarse pelt of hair ran across his shoulders and down his chest to a thick patch around his genitals. His body seethed with muscle, complete with a tail whipping back and forth above his sculpted, if somewhat furry, ass. The true change was in between his legs.

Joy’s body shook with trembles of orgasm from the mere sight of the biggest cock she’d ever seen. She wanted to grab hold of her husband’s new meat simply to see whether the fingers of her hand could wrap fully around the monster. It throbbed an angry red color as he stepped closer to the offered ass and pussy. Precum dribbled out of the tip of his dick, running down the underside of his cock and flowing over the fat pouch of balls squished between his muscular legs. “Bull,” Joy said, near delirious. “Fuck cow!”

Todd answered with a grunt as his powerful hands grabbed her hips. He moved her easily, positioning his cock at her pussy without hesitation. He curved his body against her soft ass as he slid inside of her. Joy gasped, feeling her milk gush out of her tits as the walls of her pussy stretched to accommodate her husband’s engorged dick. Todd pushed in slowly, savoring the feeling of his wife’s tight cunt gripping each inch of his dick. Moments earlier, he’d been in spasm in the shower, wracked with muscle cramps as his body changed and cock grew to ludicrous proportion. When the changes passed, he could smell Joy in the other room and knew he had one purpose, to fuck her senseless.

He reached her limit, sheathing his cock fully inside her. Todd leaned back, looking at the connection of their bodies. Her tail thrashed against his chest as her ass jiggled against his taut frame. “Good cow,” he grunted, sliding out of her to thrust back in. He smirked to watch her ass jiggle. His hand snaked around under her, enticing out a growl as he discovered the size of her tits. He pawed roughly at the side of her boob until she leaned up enough for him to reach the nipple. His palm pressed into her puffy flesh as milk gushed into his hand. She quivered, pussy clamping down on him as another orgasm rocked her mind and body. Todd brought the handful of milk up to his mouth, sniffed it, and then licked his hand clean. “More.”

She flipped over easily, flopping on her back as her aching tits wobbled back and forth on her chest. Todd hovered over her, dick sliding up between the curious mounds above her pussy. He noticed them as his tail wrapped around her ankle. Cupping his hand over one of the small mounds, he smiled. “Udder. Good cow.” Taking his cock by the base, he slid it back and forth over the growing tits on Joy’s abdomen. The feeling of his cock, wet with her juices, sliding over newly grown nipples drove her insane. Enough so that one of the new breasts squirted its first bit of milk to join the veritable flood rushing down from the peaks of her tits.

Todd rubbed his cock in her milk before sliding back into her hungry pussy. She groaned as he leaned forward, almost doubling his body in half, to slurp her nipple into his mouth. Her milk flowed into him with ease, guzzled down by her bull as he fucked her. She put her hand on the back of his head, pulling him hard against her. “Mmm, fuck me. Fuck your cow. Suck my milk while you breed me. Turn me into a fat uddered milky mommy cow!”

Her bull pushed hard into her as he came, flooding her with more cum than either of them knew possible. It joined the milk flooding onto the couch as Todd went right back to thrusting. He switched to the other tit while his hands massaged the growing mound of his wife’s udder. Somewhere beneath the haze of blissful orgasmic pleasure, Joy managed to think, Fucking HOA. This thought bubbled to the surface as she imagined Tessa turned into a fat assed cow like herself. “Fuck the HOA. My bull, balls deep in Tessa’s cunt, slapping her ass while she squirts milk everywhere and licks his cum from my pussy.”

Todd raised his mouth from her breast long enough to say, “Yes dear, whatever you want.”