Stuff I Find fun

It's not like she was addicted to holstaur cream.

It's not like she kept drinking it because she was obsessed with having big, soft, milky tits. To being big and busty and milky and needy.

And she wasn't addicted. She knew how bad that'd be. What happened when girls got addicted to holstaur cream. How it changed them. Made them horny and dumb and willing to do anything to find a nice boy to milk and pump and make them so happy.

But she wasn't like that.

She could quit any time.

So what if she was growing cow horns?

So what if she kept mooing whenever she got milked?

So what if her head was always in the clouds? Her breasts so big none of her shirts fit? So what if her boyfriend was growing buff and dumb and obedient because he'd been drinking her cream?

She wasn't addicted.

She was just a good cow.

A good moo.

Moo.