I gaped at the sight of the barn - filled from end to end with women who were impossibly lactating. They looked like regular humans yet were somehow producing as much milk as cows. Some were hooked up to milking machines while others lay naked on the ground, their swollen teats dangling provocatively. The aroma of arousal mixed with the faint whiff of warm milk hung heavily in the air. It was as though I had stumbled upon a parallel universe.
I stammered, "W-what is going on here? Are these people..."
"Hucows, yes," Easton said proudly. "Some women are just built for this line of work. They make delicious human milk - there's quite a profitable market for it, y'know."
I felt my face burning with embarrassment, but I couldn't look away.
A farmhand was inspecting the hucows in their stal
