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the other night i was giving bf a handjob and he stopped me, put my hand over his, and started stroking himself telling me âi want you to feel how i do it when i think about youâ && havenât stopped replaying that memory ever since
Thinking of getting into bed & falling asleep on my stomach as I normally do. This night, Iâm a little bloated but itâs easily explained by the party I went to earlyâthe food they had was just divine. Yet as Iâm pressed against the mattress, my stomach is all I can think about. Itâs firm and provides a gentle pressure with each breath.
I take a deep breath and as the air fills my lungs, I can feel something shift and the pressure increase. When I exhale, I donât deflate. I do this again to the same result. Now, I sense that my knees are carrying most of my weight. I didnât eat that much, right? I try to move my hips forward, get my stomach flat again, but the movement has a moan slip from my lips. My stomach is entirely firm and rounded out. The more breaths I take, the more I find myself moving the weight to my knees. I press a hand to the mattress and lift myself to my hands and knees.
Like a switch flipped, my stomach balloons out, just barely touching the mattress. I feel full, whatever is occupying my womb fitting comfortably, perfectly inside. My tits have started to ache at this point, swelling as they begin to produce milk. Nothing has ever felt better than thisâŚ
My breaths are short as it begins taking more effort to hold myself up, my stomach tender as it presses farther into the mattress. Iâm forced to sit upright, knees spread apart as they make way for my middle. Itâs almost like this action gave me permission to grow outwards. I have to keep adjusting my knees to comfortably fit myself. Really, all I can think about is how my body aches to be touched. I press a hand to my stomach, but itâs not enough. I move my hand to my tits and knead them, gently so the milk drips onto my fingers. Itâs exquisite, but not nearly enough⌠Pathetically, I rock my hips into the bed. It squeaks and protests at my newfound weight. I go until Iâm winded.
The growing subsides shortly, and where I once could fit another person beside me laying down, two if I was being generous, I can feel my stomach peeking over the edge of the bed, my back pressed against the wall. How much longer will I be like this?
Being strapped to a table where researchers keep poking and measuring and teasing you until you get wet and flustered. They bring out a baster full of strange goo and shove it inside you, pushing every ounce of the cold thick fluid inside. It takes a little under an hour for your belly to start getting big, your stomach muscles keep tightening as if to fight against the expansion happening inside. Your observers watch apathetically and bring forth a cold metal tray to place between your legs. As your body continues to change, you wriggle and pull against the restraints but they hold you down and keep taking measurements, keep rubbing and stimulating your body. You lose sight of your toes as the mountain of your belly thrusts upwards, jagged with veins and growing transluscent with some unnatural color. You never even conciously push but you hear the splat of eggs hitting the tray, one after the other. They keep growing inside you and overflowing out onto the tray as gloved hands stroke you into orgasm again and again.
letâs play a game called you put your finger inside of me and keep it still while you tell me all the gross things you want to do to me and see what makes me clench the hardest then tease me about it while i try to deny everything. okay?
That sounds like a fun game to play. Even better when you take her tumblr account and scroll through to see which one gets her the wettest and clenches. Then have her talk about it. All those secret fantasies and guilty pleasures come to light.
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The Minotaurs Toy is AMAZING! When you mentioned employees had to be undressed in order to bathe them, just⌠so many visuals đđ Do you think youâll write a future story involving bathing the minotaurs?
A/N: This a continuation of this story.
The minotaurâs toy: promotion
Minotaurs x fem!reader || free use, dub-con, breeding, overstimulation, double penetration, knotting, cum-inflation, sharing is caring
After âthe incidentâ it was clear that they werenât mindless beasts, they were more bull than human, but they know what they were doing and they had fun with you. And you also confirmed that their dicks felt so good inside of you that you were now addicted. Apparently, their cum could not only help you stretch for their girth, but also heal your abused insides as they fucked you over and over. You didnât know how much time you spent being their fucktoy, they probably fucked you for hours as all your coworkers watched and laughed at your messy pussy being filled over and over, as your limp body having orgasm after orgasm until you were no more than a hole filled to the brim.
It should have been embarrassing, it should have bothered you, but it didnât. You didnât mind everyone knowing how much of a slut you were. It was true after all. Also, after that, you became some kind of legend between your coworkers, and instead of firing you as you feared, they decided to give you a promotion. You were, finally, one of the bath-helpers you wanted to find out more about.
The rumors about the bath-helpers were true, they had to wear tiny bikinis if anything (most of them decided not to wear anything at all) to help the minotaurs during their bath-time. They got them all wet and horny seeing the lush human bodies around them, so most of the time they humans had to kneel before them and receive a couple of cum showers, which they did gladly. But in your case it was⌠a bit different.
They were so impressed by your breeding performance that they added a few new points to your contract. You were sure none of the other people working there had those clauses, but you didnât even care as long as you were free to do that, free to be used and fucked every time a minotaur decided. Why would you not be okay to be a free use cum-dump bath-helper? That sounded delicious. Just thinking about it got you wet. It fed right into your obsession with minotaur dick, that got even worse after you tried it. Maybe you were a bit sick, but who cared if you could indulge in your desires and be rewarded for it?
Thatâs why you found yourself naked and wet, helping a big minotaur wash his body (very thoroughly). He smiled down at you, mooing every time you touched a sensitive spot. He was enjoying himself greatly, and with each caress of your soapy hands against his body, you got wetter and wetter. You were a slut a couldnât help it, okay? And his knowing smirk was not doing anything to help you with that.
You lowered your hand as soon as you saw his dick getting hard, but you didnât get enough time to make contact with his erection, he grabbed you by the waist and manhandled (minotaur-handled?) you until you were wrapped around his torso and the tip of his dick was against your dripping hole. He grunted when he lowered your body, entering you in one long thrust that made your eyes roll back into your head and your brain short-circuited. It happened a lot of times already, but you never got fully used to being fucked by them. He settled for a fast and hard pace, bouncing you on his dick like you weighted nothing to his big bulging muscles, and you were over the moon with pleasure already. You liked to be used like that, you liked when they didnât mind you at all as they got your pleasure out of your tight hole.
Just as the minotaur was starting to thrust erratically indicating that his orgasm was near, you felt a big body covering your back, the tip of a new cock resting against your asshole. They never tried to fuck you in tandem like that, but being the filling in a minotaur sandwich was too good of an idea for you to complain. Not that you could have complained as your brain turned into mush when he started to press into your asshole. The first minotaur stopped, fully stetted inside. You were too stretched to be able to take the second one, but they didnât care about your comfort, he pushed and pushed until you felt so full you could burst. You groaned and moaned, tiny whimpers escaping you as they (thankfully) let you adapt for a total of ten seconds before they pulled out of you and back inside at the same time. Your cries of pleasure mixed with their grunts.
They started fucking your pussy and ass like machines, making you orgasm in a few thrusts, your body seizing between them. They roared as you twitched around them, your body so stretched it was shutting down your brain completely, you were no better than a mindless fleshlight as they drove into your trembling holes over and over.
Just like the first time, your orgasmed over and over, so close together that you didnât know if you were coming or not anymore, it was just a long torture of pleasure that left you breathless and limp between them. They didnât care about the state of your brain, though, they only cared about your holes squeezing them. They forced orgasm after orgasm out of you, chuckling every time you came again, just to grunt when your holes squeezed again.
And when the first oneâs knot started to expand, you felt like your soul was leaving your body, transcending into a new dimension. But it didnât end there, the pressure against the thin wall between them made the second one push as far as he could before you started knotting you, too. You didnât know what happened next, you only remembered opening your mouth in a silent scream as a wave of blinding pleasure hit you. You passed out, or maybe you didnât, you could only feel the constant flow of come filling you.
When they pulled back, a gush of cum left your body, your stomach distended and your holes a filthy mess. But they didnât care⌠And neither did the two other minotaurs waiting their turn.
You loved your new job.
Please read this for an update in my life and more stories situation.
Minotaurs x fem!reader || dub-con, breeding, overstimulation, squirting, knotting, cum-inflation
You were new at the minotaurâs farm. The minotaurs were supposed to be taken care of perfectly, their semen had to be perfect because it sold for a bunch of money. So when you applied to the farm you hoped they accepted you, even in the lowest ranking position. First, because you really wanted to see minotaurs, and second, because the pay was supposed to be really good. You couldnât believe it when they actually hired you.
It seemed like an easy job with a good pay. What else could you ask for? They didn't tell you much about the minotaurs, you were supposed to clean their rooms and renew the water and food everyday. Hygiene and cleanness were helpful on their well-being, and that meant they would produce better quality seed. There were only two rules:
1. Don't be inside the room when the minotaurs came back.
2. If you came in contact with a minotaur, donât act submissive.
You didnât understand the reasoning behind the second rule, but you were okay with them. Seemed fair enough, easy even. And it worked for a couple months. You never saw the minotaurs up close. You knew they were in the field when you were inside, and you left before they came back. Easy job, paid great.
They werenât mindless beasts, but they couldnât communicate properly either. Some said they were more bull than human, having incredibly big dicks with such potency that they could shoot their cum as far as three meters away when they came. The size of their dicks was also legendary, and apparently they had some kind of special properties to their come that made it so the receptor could stretch wide enough. Just thinking about getting dicked down by a dick so big magic was needed to accommodate it inside of you made your pussy tingle.
You were a bit sad that you werenât allowed to interact with them, but it was okay because at some point you could get promoted to bathing-helper, and then youâd be able to assist them while getting cleaned. Which also meant touching the prime beef of their pectorals, and muscular legs, and big biceps... The rumors said the people in that position had to clean their dicks thoroughly, sometimes going as far as having to wear little to nothing because the minotaurs could cum on them. But you didnât know if that was true. It was only a rumor, right?
Deep down, you hoped it wasnât. You hoped you had to be naked next to the minotaurs and let them touch you as you cleaned their monster dick, maybe they would even get hard⌠You had to close your legs hard to try palliate some of the build up tension on your pussy. You were getting so wet thinking about them, you could feel your panties becoming uncomfortable.
So yeah, maybe you had a bit of an obsession with minotaurs and their dick. Maybe you jerked off thinking about how would it feel to be fucked until you passed out⌠Maybe you wanted to be a mindless minotaur cum-dump. Just maybe. But you werenât there for any of that. You were supposed to clean up their rooms and refill their water and food. And you did it great. But one day things went south, fast.
You got stuck under one of the mattress support bars. You were cleaning under it, and the back of your shirt got caught. You struggled, trying to get out. But it wasn't happening. How was this your life? You lamented yourself as you kept trying to push back. Your knees hurt after a few minutes, the concrete hard under them. Your chest was pressed down, and your ass up, your back arched in an uncomfortable position. Half your body's blood felt like it was in your head, and you felt dizzy because of the heat. You tried to calm down and get out, but you just couldnât.
Your heart started to race as a big horn sounded, announcing the return of the minotaurs to their rooms. You struggled harder, but there was no way. You even tried to get off your shirt, but whatever it was stuck was also grabbing your bra. There was no way you could get out by yourself. You started to panic as you cried for help, expecting really hard that somebody was looking at the cameras and could send help. But the sound was muffled by the mattress, and you knew it was a change of shift, so youâll probably be on your own for at least half an hour.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
The hooves approaching the room sounded deafening even from under the mattress. You shuddered, a bit scared, but mostly excited. So many of your late night fantasies started like this. And now... Now something inside of you was awakened by the sound of a big minotaur coming your way. Your poor defenseless body at his mercy... Your pussy was getting soaked at the thought. Anticipation filled your every cell. You weren't better than a slut.
There were steps behind you before it was silent. You shivered under the bed, struggling to get out so you could at least see the minotaur. You didnât know how they would react to having a human inside their private space. The struggle just made your pants lower a bit, you could feel the air at the top of your ass.
The minotaur didn't give you any indication or heads up before there was a big hand groping your ass. His claws pinched and scratched your skin. It was an exploratory touch, like he wasn't really sure what you were, yet. Maybe he couldnât see that you were an upside down human, or the lower half of one at least. He probed and poked at you, pinching and twisting and caressing.
Your pants were ripped out, your panties, too. Cold air hitting your vulnerable areas as you whined under the bed. He let out a confused sound, poking his finger in your holes and retracting them, as if he was testing how far he could go. He seemed fascinates at the sight of your holes stretching around the tip of his fingers, pushing two of them inside of your pussy, another two inside of your asshole. You cried out as you felt a gush of juices coating his hand. You were so turned on your brain felt like floating. He pushed his fingers in an out in tandem, twisting them, making you squirm.
You felt the warm caress of his breath before you felt his rough tongue. He made a content noise as he tasted you, eating your pussy and rimming your asshole like a champ. Nobody had ever done that to you, you were seeing stars and couldnât contain the moans. He seemed to like that. But it didn't last long enough for you to come. You were so close you cried out when he stopped tonguing your openings.
But the emptiness didnât last long either. Before you knew it, something big was pushed inside of you. His dick, you realized, the head so big it could have been your whole fist. You screamed at the intrusion, it was too big, there was no way that could fit. You tried to remember the magic come, but it hurt, it was so big. He didn't care about your struggle or your pain, you weren't sure he understood what you were even. He pushed and pushed until he was seated completely inside of you. The pain turned into blinding pleasure, his dick so big you could almost feel it in the back of your throat.
But he didnât stop there. He started fucking your pussy like a piston, making you orgasm in a few thrusts, roaring as your pussy convulsed around him. He fucked you over and over, your orgasms so close together that you didnât know if you were coming or not anymore. There was just pleasure and more pleasure being ripped out of you, forcing you to keep coming, too overstimulated to comprehend what was happening to you. Your pussy was like an exposed nerve, and his dick was sending electroshock to it.
And then you felt it, a big stretch at the entrance of your pussy, opening you wide, locking you to him. A knot. He knotted you. You didnât know minotaurs had a knot, but you should have guessed. Fuck.
You were going mad, the dick so big, so good, the knot stretching you so wide. It shouldn't feel good, but you could feel your body going limp and your brain disconnected, the pleasure higher than possible. You couldn't hold it anymore. Something shot out of you like a fountain, you thought you were squirting, but you didnât even know you could do that. Maybe you needed a minotaurâs dick to make you squirt⌠You almost laughed at the thought, but it was soon replaced by the feeling of the first shot of his cum deep inside your pussy. (The first creampie of many, even if you didnât know yet.)
Again and again he came in you. Rope after rope of his release hit your insides, overflowing out of your abused hole. But he just fucked another load into you. He couldnât move much, barely a couple centimeters in and out, but his hips hit your ass over and over, sending your face to the floor where a pool of your drool was rubbing against your face. You felt filthy. It was the most pleasant torture, to be fucked senseless by a mindless minotaur.
You couldnât hold your knees up anymore, but he grabbed your hips and held you in place as he rutted his knot inside of you. Each thrust rubbing his big knot against your G-spot making you see stars. You tried to push back to accompany his movements, your mind numb with pleasure.
At some point he lifted you, getting your shirt and bra ripped out of you as he freed you from under the mattress. Once you were out, you shivered and whimpered at the sight in front of you. There were at least ten other minotaurs in front of you, all of them had erections as big as the one inside of you. Your pussy quivered, making the minotaur buried in you grunt and thrust harder against you, another splash of cum hitting your cervix.
At some point he let you go, his dick completely spent after coming in you who knows how many times. You thought that was it, but another set of hooves sounded behind you. Your body was passed to another set of strong arms. Your pussy completely used and abused gave a brave twitch at the thought of another dick. Come was dripping out of you. You didn't have to wait long, two seconds the other minotaur was fucking you deep and hard, bouncing your human body like a fleshlight over his dick. He fucked whatever was dripping down back into you, adding his own seed to the mix. The second one moved you up and down his shaft as your titties bounced. All the others in front of you jerking off.
He knotted you, too. You felt bloated, and when you looked down you saw a distended abdomen, and something moving there⌠Oh fuck. His dick was so big you could see it hitting deep inside of you, moving the cum they left there. You were being stuffed so full your lower abdomen was bloated. It should be disturbing, but it made your pussy twitch, the minotaur roaring behind you, grabbing one of your tits and pinching your nipple so hard you cried out, some more juices gushing out.
The minotaur kept rutting against your G-spot, your mouth open, your throat raw because of the screaming of pleasure. You didnât know how many times he filled you, you didnât know if someone else filled you⌠Whoever was fucking you tried to pull out, and accidentally pushed your abdomen. And a splash of liquid sounded when the semen inside of you gushed out and hit the floor. It was so filthy, so arousingâŚ
You passed out.
You woke up as your body was moved around, another minotaur taking the place and entering your gaping hole, cum from who knows how many minotaurs oozing out as he pushed in. Your abdomen was still distended, they probably fucked more cum into you while you were out. Your pussy dripping with a mixture of cum and your own juices. You were a mess of babbling words and mindless groans.
âHey boss, should we stop them?â Some human voice asked behind you, you couldnât process their words correctly.
âNah, let them have their fun with her first.â Someone answered back, a chorus of laughter following.
âI think we should create a new position for her. She seems to enjoy being a minotaurâs slut.â Another voice added, making more laughter erupt. Another dick entered you as you whimpered, dumb with pleasure. âLook at that, she squirted!â A chorus of amazement and amusement followed.
âSheâs just a fucktoy.â The degrading words made you shudder and whimper as they made fun of your useless form, being fucked like a toy for the minotaurâs enjoyment. Passed around like a mindless human doll.
They were right. You were just a minotaurâs slut. Their fucktoy.
Never seen anybody talk about the aftermath of being bred by a tentacle monster. I imagine asking my roommate for help, since I'm too embarrassed to go to a doctor. They giggle as I undress and reveal hickeys and rope burns all over my body, where tentacles squeezed me too hard. They put me on a couch and examine my body. My belly is swollen with eggs, nipples and clit are red from torture the monster put me through. Roommate makes me pull my knees to my chest and reaches inside. I am so sensitive that I almost cum right there and barely suppress a moan. They wiggle fingers inside me and finally grab one egg, squishy and slippery. I yelp when they get it out. That's just one. Roommate thinks it's hilarious. They start pulling eggs out one by one, watching me squirm and moan. They tease me and call me names - whore, monster slut, alien bitch. I cry from overstimulation. At one point I cum, and it's the most humiliating orgasm in my life. Finally, we're done. All eggs are taken out, my pussy is blissfully empty. I want to stand up, and roommate pins me down to the couch. 'You need to be reminded what it's like to be fucked by a human', they say.
I'm like... 90% certain I've made a post like this before, but I think it would be really hot to have a dom set an orgasm limit for me every month and then not tell me what that limit is until I've hit it. So I'm allowed to ask to cum whenever I want, but every time I do I know full well that this could be the last one of the month. And maybe some months I'm lucky and get to have a bunch of orgasms, but other months I might use up my only orgasm in the first few days and have to wait all month to be allowed to cum again
wear your favorite panties and lay down for me. i want to see how many pussy slaps it takes to notice a wet spot. just watching the fabric get darker and darker with every single stingy hit but leaning down between them to kiss your stomach and whisper how pretty you look when youâre twitching like that. watching you try to hold back your whimpers until the cotton is soaked through and youâre begging me to just touch you for real.
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Godd what Iâd give to be used as a breeding host for an alien. Captured and held down while the aliens thick ovipositor cock fills my cunt. Pumped full of eggs that sit in my womb to gestate. I imagine itâs cum is an aphrodisiac made to make mating happen without a struggle, so even while I fight my first breeding the cum filling my egg filled womb makes me pathetically needy. My cunt will swell up from the arousal and will look like Iâve been pumping it for hours and my tits will grow firm with milk. My body will be changed to be the perfect carrier for eggs. The eggs filling my womb will give my tummy a cute little swell to it that will quickly grow as the eggs enlarge until I look heavily 9 months pregnant with multiples. Iâll stay like that for months, milky titted, knocked up with eggs, and with a constantly aroused and swollen pussy. Iâm sure when I birth the many eggs Iâm made to carry Iâll be squirting as each one forces itâs way out of my needy wet pussy, ready right after to be used as a brood host again
The groupchat buzzes with notifications. It was like that every Friday night. Scrolling through the messages, she watches her friends discuss where they want to hang out that evening. Her boyfriend offers up their place. Everyone agrees. One of her guy friends posts a picture of her panties lying on his bed. Works for me, I can drop these off.
Returning home, the girl eats dinner with her partner before asking for help getting dressed. He picks out a tight cardigan and a short skirt for her. The man kisses her neck and plays with her busty chest as she slips into the clothes. They watch each other smile as he pinches her pierced nipples. With a bit of time to kill, the couple cuddles with each other while they wait.
âHi! Welcome!â She greets her friends with a warm hug and a long kiss. One man pulls her missing panties from his pocket and stuffs them into her cleavage with a chuckle. âGood thing you brought those back, she was running out.â Her boyfriend jokes, lifting her skirt. The girlâs bare pussy is flashed at the group. Everybody laughs.
âWhat are you wearing tonight?â She asks one of the other girls. âOh, Iâve been loving this pair.â Comes the chipper reply. Her friend pulls down her shorts, showing off her heart-print underwear. âTheyâre sooo soft.â One of the men reaches between her thighs and rubs her crotch. âItâs true, they are soft.â The first man puts his hand under the girlâs skirt. âSofter than bare pussy, though?â The two girls giggle as the men take turns touching them.
The group starts to split off into separate conversations. Approaching two of her male friends, the girl tries to join in. âShush, the men are talking.â Says one, flirting with her. She nods, standing attentively while they chat. Someone walking behind her grabs her ass. She flashes him a smile. The men make jokes about fucking her in ridiculous places.
Another one of her male friends approaches her from behind. He pulls open the top of her cardigan, letting her heavy tits pop out. The panties stuck in her cleavage flop onto the floor. âYou dropped something.â The man teases. She bends over, surrounded by the trio. As she picks up the underwear, the girl feels her skirt lift and his cock push into her pussy. She gasps as her breasts bounce with his thrusts.
One of her friends takes the panties from her hand. âCanât hold onto them like that.â A mischievous grin spreads across his face. Squeezing on her freed chest, he stuffs them in her mouth. Her friend behind her slaps her bum. One leaves to get another drink, the other sits down. He grabs her by the nipple piercings and drags her breasts towards his crotch. She slowly kneels, careful to not let the man behind her slip out.
She lets one man tit-fuck her while the other rails her pussy. The momentum from his pounding helps her rub the other manâs cock. Her moans are muffled by her panties. She looks at her friend with doe eyes while he looks at her like an object. Satisfied, the man fucking her stands up, pulling her upright by her hair. He takes the panties from her mouth and replaces it with his cock. The girl sucks him off until she feels his cum run down her throat.
Gasping for air, her friend thanks her and moves on. She staggers to her feet and goes to find her boyfriend. Heâs standing in the kitchen, hand on the ass of her girlfriend. As she steps closer, the girl can see her partnerâs fingers buried deep in between her friends bumcheeks. The other woman strokes his cock as they talk with the other men.
âLetâs get them to fuck.â Suggests one of the men, gesturing at the two ladies. âOh, yeah! Good idea!â They agree almost in unison. Wasting no time, they embrace. Kissing quickly leads to licking, which leads to the pair entangled on the kitchen table. The girl straddles her friendâs face and buries her own in her cunt. They trade oral while listening to their male friends talk about them.
âYour girlfriend is a piece of ass.â Comments one of the men. âI know, more than just a nice pair of tits, isnât she?â Her partner responds. The slippery tongue on her clit makes her feel weak. Someone spanks her. Who it was doesnât matter. She jiggles her butt to invite another and grind her pussy into the other girlâs face. Another slap. The girl eats pussy, letting her spit run down to her friendâs hole.
A thick cock pushes into her field of view, then deep into the pussy she was just eating. Looking upwards, she stares up at her boyfriend. âKeep sucking on her clit, babe.â He reminds her gently and pushes her head down. Another one of her male friends eases his cock into her cunt. Another spank on the ass. Who it is doesnât matter, theyâre all good friends here. Her boyfriend switches between pussy and mouth and back again.
Ding. Their phones buzz. A new message in the group chat. Her boyfriend shows the girl his screen as he fucks her friend. Someone posted a short video of her â panties in her mouth, taking cock in doggy while she uses her big tits to rub another man. The candid perspective awakens something inside of her, cumming on her friendâs cock. Her wet pussy is greedily licked clean.
âLetâs move them somewhere more comfortable, so we all get a hole.â The girls are split up. âWho wants to fuck who?â Three men gesture at her. âIâll take the one with the tits.â Her boyfriend leads the other girl to their bedroom. âI get to fuck her all the time, so Iâll take this one.â She grins at her partner as they disappear behind the door. Her friends will take good care of her.
oh, baby, look how swollen you are.. weaning really is hard, huh? i bet they hurt, all big and round like that. lemme feel. i'll be gentle, just lemme.. oh, fuck, baby they're sooo heavy. and hard as a rock.. look at your puffy nipples, i'm barely even squeezing them and you're already leaking.
ohh, you thought weaning was gonna be easy? didn't know how much it would hurt? it's only been a day, sweet girl. you need to stop milking for a couple weeks before you go back to normal. weeks of pain at the front of your mind, counting down every minute, resisting the urge to empty those fat, engorged, aching tits of yours, tits that keep swelling up bigger, and bigger, and bigger.. until you can't even hold it in anymore, and you start dribbling wet spots onto your shirt in front of everyone.. how embarassing.
whiny girl. it feels good to let some pressure out, doesn't it? if i run my hands down them, move all the milk to your nipples, and pull on them like this, how long until you start moaning, hm? how long until your pussy starts throbbing, and you're grinding back i to me, begging me get you pregnant again? hm? knock you up right away, so i can fill your tits up all over again. my pretty little baby maker. my womb. my favourite girl đŚ
thinking about forced or coerced exhibitionism again... being groped or shown off in public without getting a say... being teased about how wet I get despite my horror and embarrassment... them getting more daring the more I get whiny and needy...
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I sink deeper into the bench, heart pounding as I tilt my head back so the collar can lock tighter around my neck. The click sends a shiver through meânot fear anymore, but relief. I let my eyes close as I felt my body being moved around, strapped down. Thick leather cuffs lock around my wrists and ankles. A wide belt over my lower back, forcing my ass up high and my swollen udders to hang down freely. Another strap across my shoulders pins my udders in place. I test the restraints with a soft, happy moanâIâm completely immobilized. Perfectly trapped. Exactly where I want to be.
Your voice fills my ears, warm and commanding, wrapping around my mind like silk chains.
âIt's okay, Darling... let go. Open yourself to it.â
I whisper back, voice already trembling with need, âPlease⌠Iâm ready."
The first injection pierces my skin with a sharp sting, then floods me with intense, liquid heat that spreads like molten pleasure through my veins. It burns so fucking goodâa deep, tingling fire rushing straight into my chest. I gasp as my breasts begin to swell immediately, the skin stretching tight and sensitive while heavy, throbbing pressure builds inside. They grow rounder, fuller, ballooning outward into fatter udders that pull downward with increasing weight. The sensation is overwhelming: tight, warm, aching fullness as they expand, veins pulsing visibly under the stretched skin.
âMmm⌠moreâŚâ I breathe, practically begging. Another needle, then another. Each injection sends fresh waves of heat cascading through me. My hips widen, ass growing softer, thicker, and plush. With every dose I feel my body softening furtherâa warm, heavy fullness settling into my belly and thighs, making me rounder, like Iâm being gently filled out from within. It feels so right, turning me into the perfect livestock. The perfect cow. Whatever you desire.
My thoughts blur at the edges, but I donât fight it. I welcome every second of the corruption. I look up at you with glassy, adoring eyes and see the proud look on your face, like an artist admiring their masterpiece. It makes me melt.
âThatâs my good cow,â you murmur, moving closer. âSo broken and docile for me. Let your mind soften and empty. Iâll take care of everything.â
I nod eagerly, âI want⌠to be empty⌠please.. mmmoreâŚâ
I watch as you lean close, and your fingers slide slowly through my hair.
That single touch. Your fingers gently stroking and running through my hair immediately floods me with warmth and safety. I lean into it with a quiet, sigh, eyes fluttering. In this moment I still feel like me. I can still remember my name, my old life, the person I used to be. But I also know, with perfect clarity, that this is the last time I will ever feel this way. This is my final "human" moment.
I nuzzle into your hand with what little movement I can. I donât want to hold on anymore. I want to give everything to you.
You keep stroking my hair as you whisper, âThatâs it⌠let it all go for me, my sweet cow. You donât need to be her anymore. Just be mine.â
The last piece of resistance melts away under your touch. Old memories drift off like smoke. I smile softly, drool beginning to slip from my lips, and nod with complete trust.
You move and attach the cold suction cups tightly over my dripping teats, step back and flip the switch.
The milking machine hums to life. Strong, rhythmic suction beginsâpowerful, greedy pulls that drag thick jets of my milk out in noisy, splashing streams.
âMooooooooâ
Everyttug feels wonderful, emptying my heavy udders and what remains of my mind all together. I press my chest down into the cups, mooing happily as my body grows softer with every cycle. I sink willingly into blissful complete surrender.
You watch me while I moo and drip for youâ your pet, so incredibly desperate and needy for more. Completely strapped down, immobile, still expanding, bigger, giving you everything I possibly can.
I watch as you move around behind me, but Iâm too far gone to notice much of anything⌠That is, until I feel your cock press against my soaked cunt.
I relax completely and push back with a needy little moo, begging for you to take what's yours.
You slide into me slowly at first, reminding me of the care and love, savoring how eagerly my body welcomes you. Then you begin fucking me relentlessly. Hard. Deep. Possessive thrusts that slap loudly against my ass. You grip my hips firmly, pounding me without mercy while your voice stays full of warmth and praise.
âThatâs my good pet⌠my perfect cow. Exactly how you should be.â
You fuck me in perfect rhythm with the milking machine, each powerful thrust driving me deeper into empty, blissful obedience. I moo louder and louder, completely lost in pleasure.
âMoooo. Moooooo. Mooooooo!â
The relentless thrusts, paired with your loving words, pushed me over the edge. I cum violently, udders spraying hard into the machine, eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. But my orgasm doesnât stop you. If anything, it excites the sadistic side of you. A low, pleased chuckle escapes your lips as you feel my cunt clench and flutter around your cock. You use me even harder, slamming into me with cruel, bruising force, deliberately dragging out my pleasure until it borders on overwhelming.
You watch with dark affection as my mind breaks and fractures, over and overâeach thrust breaking away another piece of who I used to be. âLook at you,â you murmur breathlessly, even as you wreck me, âfalling apart so beautifully for me. My sweet, pathetic little cow⌠I love breaking you like this.â
I moo nonstop, louder and more broken with every thrust, completely lost. You keep pounding me through my climax, drawing it out mercilessly, savoring every twitch, every spray of milk, every desperate animalistic sound that falls from my lips.
Finally you bury yourself deep inside me. Thick, hot ropes of cum flood me, filling me until I'm swollen and owned. I moo endlessly through the orgasm, body shaking violently.
Strapped down, milked dry, freshly bred, and utterly docileâyour broken, brainless cow, floating in warm, stupid bliss. No trace of my old self remains. Only your beloved, perfectly broken pet.
Wish there was a chip or something that could store your orgasms so that whenever you'd typically climax it'd just get stored into this chip until someone decided to release it. Spending hours edging without ever getting over to the edge because it's locked away, the key in someone elses hands. Then when you least expect it they just unleash all those pent up orgasms into one huge rush of euphoria. Be out grocery shopping and suddenly your knees buckle under the intensity. Going through an important meeting trying to keep it together as cum leaks downs your leg. Eventually you'd just have to stay home and be a perfect doll to save yourself from the humiliation.
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