Who would buy such a blatantly self deprecating t-shirt? ‘I am a dumb cow’ was emblazoned across the chest of an article of clothing which I had by chance picked of the rack at my local charity shop. Buying it was one things but donating it to charity? Simply detestable!
I can’t see why anyone would wear this. Maybe it was a joke or something? Sometimes I don’t get jokes…friends tell me I can be a bit stuck up but…I just don’t find stuff like that funny. The material is nice at least. Really soft. It’s too bad for the slogan because it would be a real high quality t-shirt without it. Hmmm what if I buy it and remove the lettering? Yeah that’s a great idea! I’ll head to the till now.
The woman smiled as she took the t-shirt. She glanced at me weirdly when she saw the print on it.
“Okaaaay…that will be £5 please”
“I’m going to remove that typing you know…here.”
I left the charity shop a little embarrassed but who cares what that woman thinks, I don’t deserve to be judged even if I am a dumb cow, which of course I’m not. I went to university for God’s sake…and I don’t look even look remotely like a cow. I suppose that look would be characterised by massive tits-‘udders’, floppy cow ears and a tail or something. I have none of those.
After getting home from the shops I had some stuff to unpack, including the absurd cow t-shirt. After putting several articles in the wardrobe I decided to try it on…that material still feels great. I bet it would be really comfy and loose fitting. I took off my current shirt and pulled the new one over my head. It slid on easily and I was right! So lovely! Why would they make such a trashy t-shirt out of…whatever dreamy stuff this was made of?
It’s so nice I don’t want to ever take it off. Something just feels so right when it’s on. If I had to be critical I would say it feels a little itchy in the chest area. Not itchy, more…tingly. That could be my bra actually…it was starting to feel tight, it can get like that when I’m out all day though. I should probably get a new one. I’ll just take this thing off, since I don’t expect to be going out again today, and I’m sure my husband wouldn’t mind.
I unclasped my bra under my t-shirt- you know some men can’t get them undone when they’re staring at the clasp- and misogynists have the audacity to call us the inferior gender…ha! Pulling out my bra from under my t-shirt I felt immediately better.
“Aaah that’s much better”
My udders felt great being out of that constrictive bra. I-what the hell? Did I just think udders? I meant breasts! It’s been a long, hot day today, my brain must be really frazzled. Dumb cow t-shirt! I mean that the cow t-shirt is dumb not…ahh whatever I know what I mean.
It’s true though, about my u…breats! They feel great! I just want to…rub them…mmmmm they do ‘feel’ great…and…swollen? Are my breasts getting bigger? I was a B cup earlier and now they seem bigger. That’s just downright impossible! I’m squeezing tighter but…they still feel larger…in fact, I can feel them growing as I squeeze them! They must have grown two cup sizes while I’ve had my hands on them…shit! What’s going on!?!
Not only are my udders growing but they feel so sensitive. I just have to rub them more…massage them…gently, oh it feels so good.
They’re- udders! I called them udders again! I nearly completely let that slip because I was so engrossed in fondling them…fondling my…my…well honestly they look pretty udder like right now. They’re massive! They’ve grown like four cup sizes already! How the hell am I going to explain this to my husband? I’m still rubbing them…pinching my nip-
What the hell was that? Moo? I’ve never mooed before! Especially not so…lewdly! I’m not some dumb cow…the t-shirt…is it doing this to me? Have to get it off…have to…tell my husband….get it off…tell husband…get him off….I….what…?
Crap…my thoughts….I can’t stop thinking about milking my nice udders for him….maybe he can give me a titfuck and share some milk of his own with me and- stop! Take of the t-shirt! I can resist this! I’ll just reach my arm into the sleeve…and…umm…..pull…something? I know how to take off a t-shirt! Don’t I…?
I can’t help myself, I really am turning into a dumb cow. I just want to suck master’s cock! Master? I mean….ummmm what was his name again? All I can think of is master…he’s so powerful…authoritative…want him to brand me with his hot dick….I….must resist…I….must suck…I…..no….I….moo? Moo! MOOOO?!?
And that was all she ever thought, from then on. Her husband found her in quite the state, mooing helplessly, and when he realised his wife was completely gone they fucked- like the animal she was. Although he missed his intelligent wife, he enjoyed his new dumb cow a lot more.
