You can’t believe how big and swollen your breasts feel. It seems like they ballooned over night.
As soon as you wake up your hands have been programmed to find your nipples and rub.. rub.. rub…. They ache and harden instantly from the stimulation.
Your captor, who you now refer to as Master, has plans to reward you for being such a good mindless bimbo hucow.
“See how good it feels to be here with me? All you had to do was stop fighting and accept the plans I had for you, isn’t that right? Now be a good bimbo cow and take your vitamin.”
He places it on my tongue, it tastes like some sort of berry flavor. However It’s actually an edibe and I’ve been conditioned to thinking they’re vitamins because I’m too dumb to know otherwise now. Some days I am given a low dose, other times I am left barely conscious.
As a reward and celebration for successful training, Master has allowed to do some online clothes shopping.
You are given one hour to browse for all the clothes and accessories you’d like. After thoroughly enjoying looking through every page, you see that not every thing in your cart ended up being ordered, but it seemed like every pink item was purchased.
You are so thrilled and appreciative of every new exciting item bought just for you.
There are a couple tops you didn’t pick out yourself but you’re grateful for them anyway. You notice they have cowprint on them.
You are embarrassed but your hands slide up over your half hard nipples again to rub.
*It feels so good to rub your big full udders, doesn’t it*? Says a voice in your head.
After putting on some white fishnet tights with a pair of black lace panties over them, you decide to put on one of the cowprint tops.
Mooooo, comes out as you look over yourself in the mirror
Your engorged breasts are aching to be milked now.
Master, who has been watching via cameras from another room, is very pleased with his bimbo slaves appearance.
He enters the room carrying a small machine with long clear tubes and you are confused by what’s about to happen.
*You’re such a dumb cow.*
Master massages slaves breasts
“That’s right” says Master as he starts to attach the pumps to my sensitive udders, “you’re my mindless bimbo cow, aren’t you?”
The sounds of the machine fill the air as my nipples are being pulled and extracting small droplets of milk.
It will start out slow. Little by little. But by the end of all the training, Master will make sure his cow is fully producing 🥛
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