Bigger!

Imagine you get caught and restrained by someone in a secluded place. They look heavily pregnant and overdue, out of breath, and you’re not sure what they want from you. The person groans, holding their belly which starts to warp and gurgle from the movements of something inhuman inside. They lean back and spread their legs, just in time for a thick, slimy tentacle to push out of their hole. You barely get time to react before the tentacle shoves itself into your hole. Moving deeper, and deeper, and deeper. No signs of stopping even as it bulges your belly. The person who caught you is moaning and panting as the tentacle drags its way out of them, you do the same as it forces itself in. You might beg and plead the person to stop it, but they won’t listen to you. Your belly is stretched wider, the tentacle squirming within as it takes up more and more space. Finally the end of the tentacle exits them with a wet pop, leaving them sighing in relief as their belly is much smaller than it was before. While they hobble away leaving you to your fate, you still have longer to go. The remainder of the tentacle thrashes and wiggles, pulling itself inside of you. Once everything is fully packed inside, it finally calms down. You’re free to return to normal life, if only with a bigger belly

But you gradually keep growing as the days and weeks pass by. It doesn’t take long to realize there’s more tentacles than there were before. And they don’t seem to stop growing. Your stomach expands, reaching the size of the person when you first saw them, and getting even bigger. You realize now why that person did what they did. But as strained as you feel, you can’t just do this to someone else. So you try to bear it, keeping the tentacles inside yourself, no matter how big they grow.

Maybe early on you’d try to keep the next batch inside you. Doing whatever you can to not let it out, but you’ll wear down and get tired while the monster won’t. And it keeps growing bigger and bigger the more you birth, never letting you stay empty for a second. The larger it gets, the less of a difference each batch makes and it’ll start to fill you up bigger and fuller each time. Eventually your belly will be stretched around a growing monster part that’s bigger than your entire body. And there’ll be even more next time

Hi there! Glad to hear you're finding success and making progress on your journey towards the soft, milky, bouncy, hucow life of your dreams!

The situation you're describing is totally normal! While it doesn't happen for every hucow, the gradual lessening of speech is not an uncommon result of the hucowification process. Nothing in the supplements or subliminals is making you talk less, but this particular side effect emerges naturally from other, more commonly known changes.

The first is the general brain-drain that comes from hucowification. Most cows experience some kind of lessening of intelligence, with the degree varying from cow to cow. In this instance, you're not becoming too brainless to speak, as indicated by your willingness and ability to write out your thoughts, either on your body or on paper. Instead, talking just becomes work. You have to listen, formulate a response, think of the words, and then say them in the right order. For most people, this may require some effort but not much. As you become more and more cow-like, or when you start getting horny and enter "cow mode", the scale of that effort increases dramatically. You don't want to talk. Talking is hard. You just want to be a lazy cow, happily mooing and lowing, grazing and milking. And if you can communicate in other ways, easier ways, ways that don't put as much stress on your blissed-out cowbrain, then why wouldn't you?

That leads us to the second aspect leading to your mute tendencies, which is simple streamlining. To some degree, you used to have to use your words to get your partner in the mood. As your body changed, the need for words lessened. Your swollen, engorged udders, hanging bigger and heavier on your chest than ever before, and the deep, pure, primal desire in your eyes speak so much louder than your words ever did. You don't need to describe how badly you want his cock inside you; you can simply push your soft, milky tits against him and plead with your eyes as you grind yourself against his thigh. Even the most oblivious of men would get the hint at that point, no words necessary. So, again, if you can use your body just as effectively, if not more so than your words, and using words to begin with takes so much effort when you're in cow mode, then there's really no need to use them at all!

The only thing you'd have to worry about, as far as losing your speech altogether goes, is if you decided to surrender yourself as a person and live your life as a cow. As long as you keep solid boundaries between real life and cow life, then you'll be fine! If you let the lines blur, however, and slowly let cow life bleed into your regular life, let the time you spend as a cow start to eclipse the time you spend as a person, then there's a good chance you might stop talking altogether. But you won't really need them. I doubt you'll miss your words at all. You'll be too busy pawing at your humongous udders while the suction cups drain your seemingly endless supply of milk. When you're on your back, being bred by your owner boyfriend, you wouldn't have been able to think of anything to say anyway. And all the time in between, when you've let yourself be simple and brainless and you've embraced being an obedient cow, all of your needs taken care of, your mind eroded away by pleasure until it's smooth and empty, words just won't matter anymore.

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