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The Human Coffee Table

Hypnotized to Think She's a Werewolf

“Moooooooooo!”

Dammit! I can’t believe they took away my ability to speak like a human. How are they doing this to me? It’s some bullshit magic or something…doesn’t matter. Need to focus. Need to escape…need to be milked….

“Moo, moo!”

Argh! I can’t think straight right now! These giant b-b-udders of mine are weighing me down. It would feel so nice if someone could relieve the pressure in them just a little by squeezing them and pumping the creamy milk out…so big and full I need my fat udders milked. Oh god I’m really becoming some kind of slutty cow. Why can’t I help myself?

I want my human clothes and my human udders and my human dignity back…but the feeling of the grass under my feet is nice. I know it’s them doing this to me but more and more this position feels right. I want to be like this, that’s the scariest part of whatever this spell is. The urge to just moo and chew cud is already washing over me…

Focus. I’m human. If I can just…um…concen-con…think right…I can fight this. My name is…um…I…I…I’m horny…udders…heavy…brain…weak…confused…I’m…I’m…hu-hu-cow!