soundmindpump

I’ve restarted pumping since last night, but I forgot to pick up a second manual pump when I was at target yesterday so I’m still doing one side at a time🙄

My nipples are getting really sensitive though, so sensitive that when I got the hand pump to suction to the right one it made my pussy a little wet and the suction pressure on it hurt but a good hurt.

My nipples are getting so big so fast it’s crazy

Maybe I should find someone to have dry feeding sessions with until I’m actually lactating idk

I’m not a fan of the term “hucow” because I grew up fat but the term “humoo”(like TruMoo chocolate milk) is far cuter and psychologically acceptable to me

I just got off my period so ik im not ovulating but I am so fucking horny it’s crazy. She be throbbin and juicin, throbbin and juicin

The mouth on my hand pump is wide and angled, so a couple of times ive suctioned it to my pussy lips(I am one with a PHAT south mouth) and it felt so fucking good. It only stays for like ten seconds because the hair prevents a good seal but I prefer to leave the bush, I bet if I shaved I could get it to suck soooo hard

But then I’d have to deal with the itchy regrowth phase, and I have the kind of hair that does not wax. Like period, you can pull the wax and the hair stays. I had to wash wax out of my crotch with dawn dish soap once, not a fun experience.

I wake up heavy and aching, my swollen udders full of urgent need. The desperate craving to milk myself pulses through my body, growing hotter and more overwhelming as my eyes slowly open and the thick morning fog begins to fade away from my mind.

Before I can even fully process what I’m hearing, my hand fumbles for my phone and shuts off the file. Instantly, you fade. Your voice that was echoing words I couldn't quite hold on too—that delicious voice that wraps around my mind and soul and melts me into nothing but dripping submission. Only the lingering echoes of your words remain, humming inside my chest.

My hands instinctively drift up to my udders in a sleepy, desperate haze. My fingers sink into the soft, swollen flesh and I squeeze hard, groaning with relief as warm jets of milk spill out. The hot liquid sprays, splattering across my body, running in messy, glistening rivers down the curves of my udders, coating my skin in shiny, sticky trails that drip all the way down to my belly and thighs.

Each squeeze and each spurt sends a wave of deep, pleasure through me. Every single drop that gushes out is sacred proof—undeniable evidence that I belong to you completely. This milk is yours. My body is yours. I am nothing but livestock, your devoted pet, your obedient little cow, existing only for you, to produce for you.

With every squirt, I feel my submission deepen. Each splash across my skin whispers the same truth: I was made to leak for you. I was made to be drained by you. I am so fucking owned. Every drop that escapes my aching udders is a confession of my worship, a physical declaration that my body, my pleasure, and my purpose all exist for your pleasure alone.

I squeeze harder, moaning and mooing louder, lost in the filthy bliss of knowing I’m nothing more than your milked, owned, and utterly devoted pet.