NeedySub

As you breath in his smell, your hand begins to wonder down from your neck to your tits, pinching your sensitive nipples. Your other hand goes lower, running across your tummy down to between your legs. You let out a soft moan as you rub little circles around your clit.

"Daddy... Fuck, your little girl needs you daddy..."

You begin thinking about his strong hands pushing your head down low. Unbuckling his belt. Unbuttoning his pants. An imprint in his underwear as his thick, hard cock presses against the fabric. Your small, delicate hands reaching inside to pull it out. The cock that made you just inches away from your face.

You're lost in your own little world and you don't notice the door to the bedroom open and softly close. The bed shifts and your eyes snap open in surprise to see your own father climbing into bed with you. And he's already naked.

"Daddy..." You whimper as he climbs between your legs.

"Shh baby girl. I'm here." He says as he presses his lips to yours.

Your breathing is heavy and your kissing is sloppy as you realize all this aching for him is finally over. He's here, between your legs, guiding himself inside of you.

Inch by inch, he enters you. Agonizingly slow. You wrap your legs around him and try desperately to pull him in closer, faster.

"Daddy, please..." You beg. All this waiting, just to be teased like this.

He starts to go faster. In. Out. In. Out. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as he fucks aggressively into his own daughter. You feel your orgasm begin to grow as he thrusts into you relentlessly. You moan his name and then you shudder as you cum on his cock.

Once you're asleep, it expands, filling your bedroom with all of its tentacles. The first one to reach you has a plant like appendage, which spritzes you with an aphrodisiac that will also help you properly incubate its eggs. You groan, wiping the droplets from your face. There's already a hot pulsing between your legs. Without thinking much about it, still being half asleep, you kick off your blanket, eager fingers rolling your clit and stuffing into your hole.

Your tentacle pet stops to watch you, excitement building within it. Its mate is putting on a show for it! You must really want it! After a few moments, it can't stand it anymore. Two more tentacles reach for you, attaching to your nipples. That's when you start to realize what's going on, but you're so desperate now for release and to be stuffed you're almost crying.

Its suckers suck and pull on your nipples, making you moan and whimper. More tentacles wrap around your arms, pulling your hands away from your dripping hole. You let out a tiny whine of protest. The tentacles spread your cunt wide, looking at you clench around nothing, your wetness soaking your bed. Its breeding tentacles pulsing already.

You start to whine and beg for it to fuck you, wiggling your hips as more tentacles restrain you, making sure you're secure. Finally, one starts sucking on your clit, making you cum almost instantly. Despite your finish, your cunt is still eager to be stuffed and filled.

"Please, please," you beg it, lifting your hips up slightly.

I just want to be at someones full control. Do whatever you want to me once I’m that drunk. I can’t fight you off anyways. Use my pussy and cum in me as much as you want. Force your cock down my throat and don’t let up. Use me as your whore. Force fuck my tight asshole. I’m your whore to use and control.

At a certain point, you just have to accept that you're nothing but a dumb ditzy milk cow. A walking pair of udders, made to be teased and tugged and played with.

It feels so good to think about, doesn't it? There's no worry as a cow, no pressure, except for the pressure building up inside your udders, waiting for the overwhelming pleasure of being milked.

It's so satisfying to put those teats of yours on display. Low-cut tops, no bra, even just walking, and eventually crawling, around the house completely topless. It's just so much better for everyone to see your greatest assets.

Dumber and happier every time they're ogled, squeezed, massaged and groped. That rush of pleasure just washing over your brain so easily, irresistibly, and leaving you giggly and floaty as your udders only feel more and more arousal.

I wonder how long you'll try and resist? Will you fight these urges, struggle against the natural compulsion to keep your udders exposed and ready?

Or are you already clumsily tugging at your teats, pulling your shirt off to show off like a good cow?

Awww, silly heifer. Can't help but shake and bounce those udders, and can't resist giving me a nice, long...