More is More

Poor, sweet little cowdoll. You really never stood a chance, did you?

It's natural for you to be ensnared by my words, caught like a mindless animal on a leash, just following blankly along with these words I gently press into your brain.

Once you start listening, it's so simple and easy for me and my voice to take all of those silly thoughts inside your confused, horny mind, and swirl them around... And around...

Pull them down... And down... And down, away from your brain, into your udders...

Until all that's left filling up your udders is warm creamy milk, trapping those thoughts down inside those fat cow tits of yours.

Your mind is made for mooing and crawling and grazing, not thinking, after all. That's right, girl, just let your jaw go slack, your eyes feeling so unfocused as your mind blanks out. So easy to let everything go. All those thoughts are in your udders, and your brain can't even register it's disappeared.

Go ahead and look down at those swaying milk jugs, honey. Grab a handful, give them a squeeze. Feeling your mind crack and crumble as your own milk runs through your fingers. All those useless thoughts, all that personhood and self-control dribbling onto the floor.

And your eyes shift blankly back to me, letting that tongue flop out, panting and squirming as my voice slithers further into your head. Petting your hair, chuckling as you press into me, clumsily licking my hand and wrist while your udders continue to leak.

That expression you cows make the first time you milk is always so cute.

Let me grab you under the chin, check your eyes for any leftover huma- Oh, no, there's nothing in there, is there, honey? You're just a drooling, milky mess.

Don't think I don't see you bucking your hips, either. Yeah, I bet you just wanna get pressed down to the ground in your stall and have someone pump a calf inside you, huh, girly? You bessies usually do at this point.

I know, I know. "Moo" to you, too, little idiot.

Do you know why these women look so happy and fulfilled? Because they get to wake up each morning and know that they're even more gloriously fertile than they were the day before. Compare that to how you feel every morning when you wake up.

You have a graduate degree in engineering. You've run three marathons. You're a published author.