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"Do women have a tattoo of a barcode on the butt?" He asks.
"I'm..I'm a woman, not a cow, I'm a woman, not a cow. I'm a cow, not a woman." I shake my head, the lust is so powerful now, I can barely think.
"Please...please just..just do it" I moan out, trying to push my hips back futher, but the leash stops me from moving too far. "No..no they dont, cows do though" I say. I know that to be a fact, but here I am with a tattoo of a barcode. But I didnt ask for that to happen to me..but I suppose cows dont either. Your teasing is too much, and I cant take it anymore, I need to cum, the heat is unbearable. And you're right, no one is around.
I take a deep breath, my body vibrating from how ungodly aroused I am, and put my lips together.
"Moo" I say softly.
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Hi DPP, I'm interested in getting a new hucow tonight. Big focus on the process of your tits becoming larger, you getting processed just like a new cow; injected, collared, leashed, and branded.
I love the dynamic of you hating the changes brought upon you and you eventually but reluctantly accept your fate. As your milkings get more wild and more frequent, you start to question if you're a cow or a woman. Eventually, you begin mooing when I'm using you for pleasure.
Limits: extreme pain, gore, vore, toilet stuff, death, not producing enough milk
Send me a message and let's have some milky fun with you becoming my property.
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