So yeah, he says he had to go home and empty his balls because I teased him to the point of getting blue balls.

 I got to thinking about someone unloading their come into me like that. Bent over, his hands on my hips and pistoning in so hard it hurts. In the weirder end of things, I'd be pumped with so much come my belly would get round, proving that I was inseminated correctly. 

 This farm thing is new. Kind of weird. Despite everything I've written before, I try to keep my deal pretty realistic. I can't get too into the breeding thing as I do wonder what the end result is. I've read stories where the expected result was the expected result. Though there is no abuse, the idea of it happening turns me off. Hence that orb thing I use to make up for it. What I find funny about breeding scenarios is that once it's done, the cows come right back to be bred again. No answers other than your entertainment and maybe said hucow's new enthusiasm for having her body used like that.

 I got into all this liking the idea that my body could be forced to do something like this. The humiliation was always mild. I was thrown off the other day by those shitbird comments, which I refused to delete. Not everyone's going to like my tits.

But now, would you believe fapping my way through this site makes me feel better about these tits I loathe? This isn't fishing for compliments, even if it comes with serious objectification and likely outright misogynistic roots, it's kind of cool that sagging tits turns people on. You guys have seen it- my tits legit hit my belly button and likely to get worse as I get older and lose more weight. Body's a funny thing, right?

Anyway, quick indulgence as I REALLY have to write this fucking paper:

I've been really fucking turned on by the idea of being bent over a bar serving as a milking station, kind of like that Insex thing with the girls on the farm. My tits would be pretty huge, and my nipples extended about 2 inches, getting closer to looking like a proper cow. I'm sure getting pumped with an actual milker really hurts despite the milk being collected. A proper steel milker is my aesthetic, but I love seeing the work done by clear tubed goat milkers. 

Some lube would be applied to teats and hooked up. I'd jump at the first pull but settle in, feeling the milk flow rather quickly. The noise turns me on. It's a rhythm that's never drowned out by the moans of the girls attached to them. It's cold, it's methodical. No matter how much you cry, it doesn't stop. 

I get pumped regularly enough for my teats to stretch a little more, no further than another half inch. My udders fill with milk so quickly that I'm over this bar very frequently.  Sometimes the goat milker isn't enough and I am finally pumped with a full cow milking machine. I have to be distracted from the pain that my clit is pumped at the same time. Eventually that gets stretched out, too. I'm wet the whole time. I'm so overstimulated that I can hardly form words when something feels good. 

 Aaand beause it always comes around to my medical fetish- I'm examined regularly by the doctors running this little experiment. My udders are measured. Any new drug to help the process is along is injected into the meat of my udder. It's humiliating being forced to do this but I don't care. All I want is be milked and have my pussy dealt with. I don't sleep in the barn, more like a rubber room in a psych ward for comfort and means of being observed.

 I love being watched, can't ya tell? :)

Eventually I am bred. Back at the barn, by someone with a huge cock and whose face I never see again. My teats spray milk with every push, soaking the ground below. When I'm filled up, i'm put on my back with my legs spread and above in the air to make sure all the cum stays in. There's so much of it my belly is full and they don't want a drop to be spilled.

It takes, I'm pregnant. My teats get darker and more sensitive. I love how big I've gotten. I get fucked once or twice more to hedge off the constant arousal. Still can't form words, my body is fucking me that much.

The birthing is wet and painful. I have to be strapped down lest the stuff doesn't spill out. My arms and legs are held down while i scream and try to kick. It rushes out painfully, that giant orb of nothing created from the gallon of cum that was in my body.

tldr; I'm turned on by breeding, heavily modified udders, and being objectified.

Happy Indulgence Day.