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though it's humiliating, I'm docile. The click of the pumps and alternating pulls on my teats are soothing. I don't have to think. I only focus on what's being pulled from my body.
the fantasy goes on to me being taken by one of the female doctors to be focused on privately on a small farm. Sometimes I'm milked on all fours like a proper cow. My udders stay long, but saggy, which she finds perfect. But on occasion she experiments with hormones to simulate pregnancy to see if there is a change in the amount and quality of my milk production.
im not into humiliation, but this is just the right amount. In this fantasy I fight my transformation briefly, but once sedated and conditioned, I'm calm and pliant. I'm being observed and objectified, modified against my will, but I'm calm and even enjoy it. At that point, I'd only know myself as a hucow and nothing else.
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Posted on : Mar 26, 2017
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Commented on Mar 26, 2017
I'd enjoy coming out to the farm for a day from the city. Taking a tour of the grounds, and enjoying the open air. The real thrill would be when you handler lets me as a guest milk you. Rubbing your long teats with cream first, stimulating and warming them up, and keeping your skin supple. Then with care and firmness, you're udders would be stretched and squeezed. Pressed and rolled between my hand forcing the milk out to the sore nipples.
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