A Prized Hucow Erotic Hucow Farm Short Story

I'm tired-tired of scraping by in a city where nothing is real, where every smile is synthetic, every touch feels hollow. The men, the choices, the endless grind to survive... none of it fulfills me anymore. I crave something deeper, something primal and pure. So when I hear rumors of a place far from the artificial lights, a place where women can give themselves fully to something real, I don't hesitate. I leave it all behind and wander until I find The Farm.
Mr. Blazebird explains the process, and it's everything I've been searching for-transformation, purpose, and surrender. Here, women become hucows, their bodies reshaped to produce, to be cherished, and cared for. No more pretending. No more decisions. I can finally be free, my body adored for what it can give, my needs fully met by men who crave me. The thought of it excites me. I want to feel the changes, to surrender completely.
At The Farm, I'm not just another face in a cold, crowded city-I'm desired. The farmhands want me, and I'm ready to give them everything. I embrace this new life. Finally, I've found what I've been longing for-shelter, pleasure, and a place where I can truly belong.