I had to make a 3rd Tumblr. going ever darker, here π finally time to admit I'm a dirty little slut | F 30+ | here for my sickest fantasies | MDNI | Not my main; if a random nerd girl follows you? it's me π
Intro post! First off, everything here is fantasy; women are awesome, and if you don't think so, fuck right off. Kink, not real.
I'm 30+ (that's enough, I think), female, cis, & just looking to explore & learn about these new kinks I'm discovering.
Allll are welcome here! (Except kids... please... any minors? Go Away!!!..& please...
Put your age in your bio or pinned post!!!!
No bigots! No hate! No shame! No minors!!!
Things I'm reaaaaaalllly into:
Monsterfucking, Cnc, A lil LOT of misogyny Pet play, Free use, Bimbofication, Bimbo Training, Hypnosis (this is a new one), Humiliation, Public exposure, Edging, Cheating kink (another new one), Hucows & lactation, growth/expansion, breeding, housewife kink, yandere, overstim, mind break, step-cest (the "real thing" is still kind of a NO, BUT your still might see some sprinkled in) ... the list is growing π
(I'll add as I see fit)
Things I'm deeeeefinitley not into:
Scat, Watersports (I'll read about it, but it's not my bag), Attribute theft (that's a new one... we'll see), Being cucked, Race play, Age play, Diapers...
(I'll as more as I see fit)
I've started writing down my musings... just something to do π I'll try to add em here so I don't lose em:
Bimbo kitten plans & ideas (updating!! π‘)
Bimbo Kitten - Prelude to my lil 'verse
Bimbo Kitten - Monday Morning Routine
Bimbo Kitten - Coffee Run
Bimbo Kitten - Edging the workday away
Bimbo Kitten - Tuesday Board Meeting
Bimbo Kitten- Wednesday Workout, pt.1
Bimbo Kitten- Wednesday Workout, pt.2
Bimbo Kitten - Thursday Real Estate Deal
Bimbo Kitten- Friday: Custodians Appreciation Day
Bimbo Kitten - Saturday Night on the Town
Bimbo Kitten - Sunday Spa Day
Bimbo Kitten continues on the Masterlist β¨οΈNEW β¨οΈ 07/25/26
(Search the #bimbokitten tag for #moodboard fun! I love to dress my ladies when I can find the right pics π)
Tryin something new here, so I'm gong to separate this lil section...rest assured it's all in the same 'verse. These are totally connected to the Bimbo Kitten timeline, & they start right before the walk in the park chapter with the prelude (& you need to read those first for backstory) π
EVERYONE is legal age in my fics. Always. Heed the warnings in the tags, & as usual, mdni...18+ only!!!
Lila's pov:
My God, my mother is such a whore!! I can't believe she pulled something like this again. It's the foulest thing she's ever done, and that's saying something.
Filthy public sex. And in the park! The videos are all over the internet! All over campus! Here we go, yet again. Lila and her slut of a mother, the laughingstock of the school. It's just like when she screwed Mister Coulson, the gym teacher in my high school.
And that Mister Murdock was so nice to get me a high school scholarship to the fancy catholic boarding school across the bridge. Away from all the debauchery of the Free City.
The handsome lawyer may have been a regular at mom's trashy bar job, "Josie's", but even a blind man could see that no kid had a chance with a whore like her for a mother. So the nice catholic man pulled some strings, did some charity... and my slut mom still managed to ruin my life. Getting caught banging the coach in the school pool after my swim meet.
Goodness, I just hate her so much!
I know the scripture says to "honor thy father and thy mother", but she makes it so darn hard! So loose she doesn't even know who my real father is. It's so embarrassing. And she doesn't care about me. She never did. She spent my entire childhood in a drunken stupor, blowing through all of our money, and half the men in town, and now she just ignores me. I don't even know why I still come home from college.
Well, that's a lie. Deep down inside, I know why.
It was practical to come home this week, anyway. I was up against midterms, and i needed to focus on studying. My roommate & bestie always wanted to party every weekend, and I just couldn't afford to do that every Friday. I was committed to being a good girl. Turning 21 this year didn't stop the fact that I had a reputation to shake off. I had to prove i was the opposite to my mother in every way. Not like my best friend.
She was another one.
Oh, sure, she was still technically a good catholic girl, and a virgin like me, but, in my opinion, she was always two steps away from the gutter.
Tight, toned, blonde and petite with an angel face, but she lived to tease the boys, and loved to dress like a little tramp to get attention.
She always had.
When we were younger, she was constantly pushing the limits on her regulation uniform skirts when we were in high school, making sure her crisp white shirts were unbuttoned too far. Even now, she regularly "forgets" to wear panties under her spanks, flashing her camel toe to the football team when she wears her cheerleader uniform. No one else on our squad does that.
Just Emma.
And the worst part was, everyone loved her for it. They think she's cute, fun, free. She's the "it girl".
She even stole my high school crush, Kurt. My best guy friend, my only guy friend, the boy I was in love with.
And she knew what she was doing.
I still remember the evil little glint in her eye when she first wore his Letterman jacket in front of me, acting oblivious to my pain. I can't believe they're still together.
I freaking hate her, too.
If I had any other friends, I wouldn't be stuck with her, and she knows it. She knows she's too popular for me to turn on her. With a few words, she could ruin me. Heck, half the school already pitied poor Lila with the whore mom. It was only my association with the "queen bee" that gave me any sort of social life. I had to play my part: Her shy, smart, little sidekick with the big butt, and the crooked smile. Just lucky to be included.
Ugh.
Dodging those filthy videos of mother was impossible, and heading home for the weekend was really just trading one attention seeking whore for another. I'd probably get lucky, though, and mother would be drunk all weekend. She usually ignored me and did whatever she could to stay wasted. I'd long ago given up on trying to get her to quit, but at least she left me alone while she drank. That was a plus.
And there was another upside to coming home these days.
I try to ignore the way my heart skips a beat and I quickly push down the tingle in my tummy when I see his truck parked outside our house.
Joel is home. Papa Joel, he likes me to call him now.
It was actually Emma and her endless flirting that inspired his brand new title. She was home with me that weekend, just a month ago, working on a project for the school carnival when Joel came home from work.
He was all sweaty and dirty from his construction site, and he went straight to the fridge. Ignoring us at the dining room table as he took his damp shirt off, stripped down to the skin, and twisted a beer open. He tilted back his head, downing half of it in two gulps, slaking his thirst while my mouth went dry.
"Damn, what a sexy dad bod! Lila, you've got one hot papa!!"
I whipped my head around at Emma, scowling at her, ignoring the fact that I'd been staring at him too. I started to tell her off, but Joel just smirked and went off to shower after she winked at him.
Ugh, she will stop at nothing and no one! First, Kurt, then half the football team, and now, my step-dad!?
Well, he's not really my step-dad. He's just been dating mother since I was 19. One of her longer relationships, actually. Mother has been married 3 times, but they usually leave us high and dry before the ink can dry on the marriage license. None of them ever paid any attention to me. None of them were like Joel.
Joel may not be my real father, but he's stuck around the longest. Taken care of the house, of me and mother. I know he saved us from losing our home. Mother didn't even try to hide the fact that he paid off our back bills. He's the only reason I could quit working at the diner, focus on my schooling, and even go out for cheerleading. He even gives me an allowance!
He's not my real father, but i still respected him. I owed him at least that much. I had to apologize for Emna being so brazen. It was the proper thing. I was nervous, but that's what a good girl would do.
I found him in the living room later that night, after Emna went out to some party in the village. She'd likely stumble in around dawn, knowing her.
I still remember the way Joel was spread out in the chair, his broad body taking up all the room in the old leather recliner. Mother had salvaged it from the side of the road 10 years ago, & he managed to make it look like he had always belonged there. In his spot.
He sat with his thick thighs parted, a dripping beer bottle swinging between two cracked knuckles as he smoked one of his cigarettes.
I stood there squirming like a fool, my red cutoff gym shorts all ratty, a momento from my high school days. I uselessly straightened the strap of my little white tank top when he suddenly pinned me with that dark stare, the corner of his mouth quirking up under his mustache.
"Need something, sugar?" He purred.
I actually gulped before answering in a weak little voice,
"Um, yeah, do you know where my mom is?"
I don't know why i asked that since i couldn't care less. I was always so nervous with him just staring at me. He seemed to know I was stalling, too, because his smile widened before he answered me.
"Sorry, baby, I have no clue. You know how your mama is. She'll be home after she's done running around town all night. Kinda like your girlfriend, there."
I rolled my eyes at that, suddenly relaxed enough to take my opening. The true reason i was braving this conversation.
"Yeah, her. I'm s-sorry about her, by the way, Joel. What she said earlier. She can be so shameless sometimes. Well, all the time, really."
He smiled at my sarcastic tone and I blushed and stared at my socks. I don't know where the came from, either! I'm usually extra shy around him, even more than i normally was. This was the most I'd ever spoken to him all at once in all these years, but he seemed to like it.
"Sorry about what, darling? What did she say?"
Oh, goodness. He was going to make me repeat it. I'm surprised I didn't die of embarrassment and dissolve into the carpet right there.
'U-um, you know, h-how she said you had a..a h- sexy dad bod, and stuff."
I stammered out my answer, my face flaming hot as i stood there fidgeting. I couldn't bear to look at him, but i could hear the grin in his voice as he teased me,
"Oh, you been when she called me a "hot papa? What, you don't think I have a sexy dad bod, babygirl?"
I gasped as my head snapped up, unable to believe he was saying such things to me! But, my well ingrained need to please people, plus my inability to lie to authority figures forced my mouth to give my mortifying answer,
"Yes! I mean, y- yes, of course you have a-a hot..d-dad bod, sir. Papa... I-I mean Joel."
I was certain I'd never sounded more stupid, nearly in tears with awkwardness in that moment, but Joel just grinned and motioned for me to come closer.
I stumbled forward in my fuzzy care bear socks before he reached out and pinched my chin, forcing my gaze up to meet his.
"Well, thank you, sweetness. I think that means you should call me daddy from now on, then. Or, Papa. Come on, love bug, let me hear you say it."
My mouth went dry again as I stared at him, inches away from his warm, smoky breath as he whispered to me.
"Come on, bug. I care for you like a daddy, and you know I always will, right? Just call me "Papa Joel". Is that so tough? It would make me so happy, baby. Make Papa proud."
That husky voice in the sexy southern twang was too hard to resist. It was like he had me hypnotized, and i barely noticed that I was squeezing my soft thighs together as I stared at him with my mouth open.
"Um, o-ok, P-papa Joel."
I barely croaked it out, but his handsome face broke out in the widest smile I'd ever seen, and lit me up inside. He was proud! I vowed then and there to always call him that, if he wanted.
"Thank you, love bug. And don't you worry about that friend of yours. You shouldn't haveta apologize for that slutty tease. Papa knows you're not like her, are you? Nothing like your mama, either. You're a good girl, aren't ya?"
I was still transfixed on that penetrating gaze, and I just went along with it while he stroked my trembling lower lip. He even shook my head no and yes to respond to his own questions, and I just let him guide me. I'm surprised i didn't start drooling in the palm of his hand right there.
"That's Papa's good girl." He leaned forward and placed the faintest kiss on the tip of my nose before he gave me a solid squeeze and a quick pat on my bottom.
He smiled as I squeaked and jumped backwards like he burned me.
"Now, off to bed with you, bug. I'm sure you have plenty of homework to do tomorrow."
I didn't even flinch at being dismissed like a child. I just muttered a quiet little, "Yes, Papa Joel," & scrambled off to bed.
It took me a long time to get to sleep that night. I spent a long time awake, wondering what the heck that was. And, why my panties were suddenly so sticky.
And now, i was finally back home. I was going to see him again. That last encounter with my...Joel... was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me, but I was probably reading too much into things.
He was a grown man, old enough to be my father. Why would he be flirting with me? He was just teasing me, just like everyone else.
Probably.
I had been telling myself that for weeks, and I repeat it in my head even now as I drag three big bags of dirty laundry up the porch steps.
I think i almost believe it. I certainly feel just like a dumb little girl. Just poor little Lila, the daughter of a slut, coming home to bury my face in her books again.
I choose to ignore the fact that I purposely wore my shortest little flowered skirt and the only top i had that showed off just a hint of cleavage.
I never had a real Papa before, but it was normal to wanna look nice for one.
Right?
Soooo, lots of set-up and backstory here, but i still wanted it to be a bit spicy... Hopefully i succeeded! I'm really looking forward to what I have planned for this lil side-quest!
Feel free to hmu with asks or ideas...i love I talk about my men & their girls! (& if you can pinpoint the characters in the background here, other than my oc, I'll love you forever π) more coming soon! π
I'm a huge proponent of obedient little girls giving their dom a blowjob after a spanking.
Whether it's a punishment or a maintenance spanking, it's mentally and physically exhausting to hurt someone. After I spank her, I want my cock in her mouth showing me gratitude for how hard I work to maintain her obedience.
It reminds her of her place, allows us to reconnect, is a way for her to say thank you without needing to speak, and gives us time to come down from our sadomasochist high.
Jesus... you're her best friend. She fucking loves you like a sister, and you're letting me slap my cock across your tongue? Really? And for what reason? Because you found out I beat her up?
Did finding out that I was the one who gave her that black eye turn your dumb fucking cunt so wet that you had to run over and thank me for it? For putting that cunt in her place? God, you fucking gender traitor. You worthless, cheap little cunt. Go on. You were so keen to thank me. Show me how you fucking throat my cock or I'll give you a matching black eye.
Yeah, fuck, that's a good toy. Look at you, you pathetic piece of fuckmeat. Desperately gagging yourself on your bestie's boyfriend's cock. Thanking me for hurting another woman. Do you like it that much? That I hurt her? I can't even remember β FUCK β... I can't even remember why I hurt her.
I guess it just makes my cock hard watching her cry like that.
You moaned? God, you're fucking pathetic. Sisterhood doesn't mean shit to you, does it? Or maybe it means worshipping your best friend's abusive, cheating boyfriend, huh? You care more about my cock than her, don't you? That's okay. She can't fuck your throat, can she? She can't threaten to beat you like I can.
God, I'm gonna cum. Is that what you wanted, you temptress? You disgusting little slut. You did this, you know. I told myself I wouldn't cheat anymore, and then you come prancing in here with that tiny skirt on and batting those pretty eyes at me. Seducing a taken fucking man. You're so fucked up for this, you know.
Oh fuck. Fuck. I'm going to cum soon. I'm going to cum in your mouth, and you're going to swallow every last fucking drop. No, actually, gargle that shit for me. I want see you drink it down, and if there's even a fucking fleck of jizz left, I swear to god I'm going to make my girlfriend's bruises look like light compared to yours. Fuck.
Stupid fucking bitch. This is what the two of you need. Broken, worthless fucking cunts that just need a strong, fucked up man to keep you in line. Shit. I'm gonna cum. Fuck, you worthless cunt. Take my cum. Fuck, fuck, fuckkkk. Oh fuck... show me what it looks like. Go on. God, you're a terrible fucking friend. You know that, right? Now drink it all down.
You can get lost now. The next time I need my balls drained by someone that isn't my girl, I might call you. You know what'll happen if you're late.
"Oh sweetie, you don't want me to use too much lube. We both know it will be a lot hotter for me to hear you suffer for me. And I can only take your virginities once. Shouldn't you make it as hot as possible for me? To make it special for me?"
Getting turned into a monster public relief station with my cunt absolutely wrecked from taking centaur and dragon and minotaur cock for weeks, and then some poor human coming up and trying to use me and they don't even touch the sides when they thrust into me, whimpering and getting more and more frustrated as they thrust, and I can barely feel more than just their hips slamming into me
I moan through the ring gag in my mouth, begging for them to fuck me, and I can hear them calling me a filthy, used up whore, berating me for letting myself be ruined by a bunch of beasts, my useless cunt not even worth fucking for real people any more
They're disgusted further when the degradation makes me cum, my walls still not able to grip them at all, even when they pull out and start slapping my pussy, it just can't tighten up at all
They end up having to use my mouth, brutally fucking it but because I've been taking much larger cocks there too, they're angry they can't even make me choke or gag
I wish I could help, I'm here to make people feel good. Finally, they pull out of my mouth, cock extremely hard, frustrated, and go back around to my cunt. Their fist sinks into me, right up to the elbow (that I can feel, and my pussy desperately tries to grip around them) and then they pull back and open their enough to thrust into, growling and jerking themselves off into me
When they finally cum, there's a cough from behind them
A large demon waits behind them, looking down at the human who hurriedly pulls their arm out, asking if they're done. The human ignores how covered in cum they are as they nod and move off to the side, finally looking down at the massive cock the demon's sporting
It looks almost impossible for it to fit in me, the nubs and ridges along its length making it look even thicker, and a bulge that might be a knot at the base hovering above a pair of balls that just seem excessive by all measures
And yet, impossible as it seems, they lean over the structure I'm fixed into and line themselves up, clawed hands circling and rubbing my clit a few times before forcing themselves inside me, starting up a brutal pace as my cunt is stretched out once again
My moans through the gag sound comical, embarrassing, absolutely lewd and debauched, crescendoing when the demon's knot inflates, but they growl and yank it out before fucking it back into me
If I have any of my brain really left at this point, it feels like it's being scrambled by that knot fucking into me and ripping back out of my gaping, ruined hole, and it laughs to some of the other creatures milling around nearby, commenting that as soon as they finish wrecking me the better, the sooner they can get a fresh new cunt to break in
I wonder very briefly between thrusts what life is like for a forcibly retired public relief station
She stopped caring the moment you stepped into her life. After this moment she knew what was going to happen. Her life would turn into pink. Her mind will slowly fade into being blank. Her needs will change into wants and her fears into needs. She knew it will happen but now it happened. She has accepted herself as an object of desire, as a vision of lust on two feet, as sex embodied in beauty. She has turned fully bimbo and cannot regret a single thing anymore. Everything has been changed into a cloud of bliss, a dust of lust. Being so high on herself, she cannot remember her name anymore. It doesn't matter this person has gone and all which is left is a sweet pink Barbie doll mess.
Dressing you up for a fancy dinner in nice clothes with a painfully large plug, nipple clamps, and a remote control vibrator inside you. Keeping you on the brink, edging you until you're in a desperate, feral frenzy. Be a good little thing and get loud, darling. Forget that we're in public and that people are looking at you. Lose that last little shred of dignity for me.
Donβt know why, but I have been obsessing over cheating. It is so fucking wrong and I donβt condone it at all, but god damn bring me that neglected cunt so I can use the fuck outta it and send you back to your man with my cum dripping out of your cunt and ass. Give him a kiss with my cum still in your lips. Youβre his perfect little housewife, but my perfect little whore.
Tell him you forgot some milk and meet me in the parking lot so I can pound you in the back seat of my car.
Be out shopping with him and let him wander alone and meet me in the changing room so I can fuck you in that cute new outfit he helped you pick.
Be at that family event and go to the bathroom to send me dirty pics because all you want to do is be on your knees in front of me instead of this boring social event.
Plan a girls night out, but youβre really gonna come to my place and be forced to cum over and over until you are crying and begging me to stop.
I want some cheating cunt to risk it all because she is addicted to what I do to her and the fucked up things I make her do.
W/c: +5k; ookaay, this started as a drabble, but things happened...& i love them. Hopefully, you do too π as always, heed the warnings in the tags, gimme them likes, & enjoy! Darker kink...big fantasy elements...18+only!!!
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It was so nice seeing my sister slut, kitten yesterday! And she even brought her new friend, Baby! They were so sweet! I was a bit sad I didn't get to spend any real time with them, (Kitten loves to drink my milk), but that's life on the ranch. Busy, busy, busy!
I'm a good cowslut. The best breeder for Farmer. I understand my duties and my purpose, unlike the mindless heifers. There's a big difference between us now.
We do all start out the same on the ranch. Just a set of holes, eager to serve our purpose.
To serve, to breed, to be milked.
Every female on the farm begins their cowslut life as a heifer: A young breedable slut with a fertile womb. Desperate sets of holes. Minds eager to be molded. Bodies aching to be trained.
All ready to be emptied out before we're filled up.
The early days on the ranch were so hard. It was ten years ago, now, but i still remember the constant fire in my cowpussy.
When I first arrived at the ranch, Farmer was very quick to explain the rules. We'd met online, and he'd commanded me to edge for weeks before I joined the herd. Farmer explained that i would never be allowed to cum, unless i was pregnant. Unless i was bred.
That was my 1st major lesson.
Orgasms were treats for good cowsluts who fulfilled their purpose. Service for a cowslut was paramount, & leaking tits were the bare minimum. Without a full womb, I was next to worthless.
These are just some of things we learn during our animal training.
When Farmer led me into the milking barn for the first time, I saw how the training was administered. Rows of cowslut whores, bent at the waist and strapped in between the steel milking frames. They were all focused on pretty pink spirals on the screens in front of them, all locked naked in their pens.
All with the fattest tits I'd ever seen.
At least 2 dozen naked women with tits bigger than their own heads, dangling and swaying beneath them.
Soon, I'd be just like them. Just a member of the herd. As i stared at them, my pussy started leaking with longing.
As i followed Farmer to my spot at the end of the line, i saw that they were all wearing blinders, ring gags, & headphones with little cow ears on them. Muffled music coming through the speakers mixed in with the soft moaning and mooing from the members of my new herd.
"Cows moo, slut." Came the gruff correction of a nameless farmhand.
I was roughly bent over in my own pen, naked tits swinging, my cunt already dripping with fear and anticipation.
After Farmer strapped me into place, my feet separated by a spreader bar, my arms dangling uselessly as my neck was locked into the metal stocks, a long pole was fastened to the back of my pen with a long bull cock dildo attached to it. It was also fitted with a powerful buzzing wand, and, as soon as I was secure, it was forced into my slippery cow cunt. I screamed, but the sound was cut short with a swift slap across my face.
These would be the last words anyone spoke to me for weeks.
After the headphones were fitted to my head, the farmhands disappeared from my blinkered vision. I soon found out what was playing through the speakers. The same training that was reshaping Farmer's entire herd started to melt my little mind.
Beautiful sounds of nature, wind rustling in the trees, singing birds, and of course, the mournful lowing of cattle grazing in a field poured out of the speakers attached to my head. If I listened very carefully I could make out a woman's voice. So soothing, but so hard to focus on, especially with my brains dripping out of my cowpussy. Just little words leaked through. I could only understand the simplest ones.
Cow......Slut....
Breed.... Bull...
Cock....Drip....
Drop.
Drop.
Drop.
Dumb....Cow...
Moo. Moo. Moo.
Don't cum.
Drink cum.
Creamy.... Milky....
Moo. Moo. Moo.
Bad cows.... cattle prod.
Good cows.....bred.
Moo. Moo. Moo.
Drop. Drip. Drip. Drop.
Moo. Breed. Fuck. Feed.
Moo. Moo. Moo.....
Every day, twice a day a farmhand would come into the barn and massage our tits, pulling and sucking on our udders as they swelled. They'd spend an hour plucking at our teats, stretching the sensitive tips as far as they would go while we whined and mooed.
The dildo wand between my spread thighs ran constantly, a low buzz pressed tight to my fattening clit. My puffy cowpussy was so tender and engorged, leaking slick into a puddle in the hay between my feet.
The fat fake cock and buzzing wand were pressed to our cowpussies 24 hours a day. Me and every other heifer were kept in a endless state of arousal, but never allowed to cum.
Cows don't need to think about things like that.
After our udders were massaged, a farmhand would fuck or mouths to feed us their yummy cock cream.
This was always my favorite.
Twice a day, a rugged man would step in front of my spiral screen and feed me his yummy meat. I could only messily grunt and slurp around my ring gag, but I gobbled up all the yummy cream every time! It always left me so cock drunk, I barely tasted the lukewarm cowfeed that the farmhands would feed us after, the strange medicinal taste to the oats and barley barely registered.
I remember Farmer saying "hyper arousal"? Somethings once about hormones for growing my udders and milk production, maybe? But I was too far gone by then.
I still have no idea how long i stayed in the heifer barn before my first breeding. Farmer says it was weeks and weeks, but it only felt like a few days to me then.
Weeks of sucking, edging, guzzling cum and cowfeed, feeling the pressure growing in our dangling, growing udders. Asses, pussies and thighs spreading, plumping into prime fuckmeat. Weeks of being edged into desperate beasts, smelling the sweat and slick of the herd, all mingled together as we learned our new purpose.
"Oh, this one looks sharp! It usually takes them a half a day to snap back into coherence after the screen is turned off. This one only took an hour!"
One day Farmer Marc suddenly appeared in front of my pen. It took me a while of blinking my empty eyes and shaking my head before I could make him out clearly.
Even then, i could see the spinning spiral as i looked dazedly up at my owner. With the ring gag in all I could do was let out an inquisitive gurgling of animal noises, making him laugh in my drooling face.
I was a little confused by what that meant, but i didn't think too hard about it. Farmer looked pleased, and that's all that mattered.
"Let's see if these udders are ready to produce so we can get on with the test breeding. Something tells me I've got a prime heifer on my hands."
As my blinders and ring gag were finally removed, i took a look around at my fellow cowsluts. In each pen, a pair of farmhands were busy hooking up a cowslut to the milking machines.
Even I was reduced to simple mooing back then. Weeks of my mouth being held open and fucked, all coupled with my conditioning had left me as stupid as a farm animal.
Looking at the empty expressions and grunting, drooling faces of some of my herd mates, i could see what Farmer Marc meant. Some of these sluts had been broken down to moaning dripping fuckmeat.
Mindless and needy sets of holes.
Just the way Farmer had intended.
As the clear tubes of the milking machine were first attached to my teats, the powerful suction started, emptying my huge, pulsing, swollen udders. After weeks of buildup, the sensation of my milk letting down for the first time was so intense, the pleasure was practically blinding.
"Oh, I'm going to love this one. I'm gong to do her test breeding myself. Look at all the fucking milk we got out of her already! Damn jar is nearly full! If she can keep from cumming, I think this one will be my favorite."
My eyes rolled in my head, I shook and convulsed in my milking frame, jerking against the steel as I let out a piercing moo.
When I stomped my back leg hoof, twice for yes, fighting back my orgasm, the farmhands broke out in scattered applause. Farmer Marc let out a low whistle.
As farmer Marc walked behind me, retracting the dildo wand from my fat cowpussy, I finally looked down at my milk jug to see what he meant. My udders had swollen so large I could barely see past them, but I saw what he meant. It was already over half full!! Whatever miracle Farmer had blessed me with had worked! I was turning into the perfect milky cowslut! My fantasies were coming true!
I barely had time to think about my success before the bull dildo was removed. My trained cowpussy grasped at the open air & I let out a pitiful moo at the feeling of being empty, making the men laugh again.
"Look at this fat cowcunt! Oh, those miracle drugs! I can barely fit the all this slippery meat in the palm of my hand!"
As Farmer Marc groped and massaged my cowpussy, i could feel what he meant. My entire crotch felt like it had swollen to twice it's size; a fever hot, inflamed, pulsing, open wound waiting to be filled. I let out a pained moo at his teasing before he covered me from behind, leaning over.
"Don't worry, heifer, I'm going to fill this pretty cowcunt up real nice."
After Farmer Marc whispered his promise in my ear, he gripped me by the hips hindquarters, & slammed home. I let out a grateful moo that mingled with Farmer's groan as he buried himself in my clutching cowpussy. I was used to the bull dildo, but Farmer Marc had an impressive cock, and my conditioning kicked right in, forcing every muscle in my breeding hole to clamp down like a vice. My tongue lolled out of my open mouth as I basked in the sensation. Farmer's cock pounding my cowcunt like a piston, the sloppy, syrupy sounds echoing over the whir of all the milking machines, the mooing moans of my herd mates. The symphony of sounds lulled me into a drowsy state as I fought back my orgasm, the knot of pleasure that now lived at the base of my spine.
The pulse of my cunt, my muscles massaging him, my swollen, frothy cunt, finally forced a feral growl out of the man digging out my insides.
"Fucking good heifer. Look at all that cream I'm mixing up. Churning fucking butter in this cowcunt. Squeezing me so fucking tight. Gonna breed you over and over again, cowslut. Fucking fill you with bull cock before you give me my own calf, too. Fucking slut. Can feel you holding it back like a good cow. Gonna brand you tonight, fucking hucow whore. You're mine, now. Gonna milk these fat udders while you milk bull balls for the rest of your fucking life."
After I passed my test breeding, the farmhands unhooked me from the milking machine, took me out of the steel frame, and collared me as I collapsed onto all fours.
I mooed in ecstasy as Farmer made his lovely promises that day. The thought of bearing him a calf nearly sent me over the edge, but he ripped his cock from me at that instant and spilled his yummy cum into my cowfeed bucket.
When he saw the sad look in my eyes, he promised I could eat it later and I smiled gratefully, my sore cheeks trembling under his loving pats.
Just like a good cow.
I hadn't used my muscles in weeks, so a crawl was all I could manage anyway. It never even occurred to me to try to stand up. Cows walk on all fours, not two hooves.
That was a trick Farmer would have to make me relearn much later.
As I crawled through the hay out of the milking barn, udders so big they dragged against the floor, I noticed only a handful of my fellow heifers were being leashed and led after me. Two were being half-dragged, a few had empty eyes and simply followed the farmhand that held their leads like dumb cattle.
The rest of Farmer's herd were being refitted after their milking, their cowpussies filled again with the fake bull cocks. I noticed the screens in their pens now had red spirals on them instead of the pretty pink. I caught a glimpse of one and it sent a sickly chill down my spine as i quickly averted my eyes, crawling faster to catch up to Farmer as he led me out of the barn.
He noticed, of course, chuckling at my distress, and my ridiculous milk jugs swinging back and forth, hay stuck to my long, damp teats.
"Yeah, you don't want to go looking at those screens, sweets. That's for bad cows. Greedy heifers came all over themselves as soon as they were milked, but you know better. I can see that buttery cunt leaking right now, but you know how to be good. Your empty little brain took to your training right away. Cows don't cum unless their bellies are carrying a calf. Not on my ranch."
As i got a whiff of all the rutting males penned in the breeding barn, my cowpussy gave a reflexive throb. I mooed loud and long, tugging on my lead, blindly searching for the source of that musk. I felt like the animal i was, desperate to get mounted and filled with bull cock.
I mooed in agreement, desperate to be the finest livestock Farmer could ever hope for.
Fear of disappointing him, not to mention the constant fear of the cattle prod, were both ingrained in me now. I strengthened my will as we entered the breeding barn for the very first time.
Any bull cock.
Six of us earned the right to be bred the first time that day. I barely spared a parting glance at my herd mates as they were led away to their own breeding partners. My attention was on the towering bull before me.
The bull cock he was hauling around was so massive it would take two hands to lift it, & I never could manage the feat in my weakened state. I just sat there transfixed on the drooling meat, watching as it leaked precum into the hay, thicker than my wrist. As I caught sight of his pendulous balls, my cunt gushed and my mouth filled with saliva.
This was the first time i met Ben, Farmer's prized bull. He was six feet tall, and a good 500 pounds of muscle, with ginger markings all over his furry hide. His fierce face was scared from years of fighting and hard living, both curved horns mottled with cracks, but his muscular frame dwarfed every other hybrid in the barn. Shrinking away from his hungry stare, I cowered on all fours in the hay.
As my eyes darted down, I caught my first look at the monster dangling between his massive flanks.
Bull cream! All that yummy cum! I needed it so bad!
As the farmhands unfastened my lead, & presented me to my first bull ever, my training kicked in hard. Any fear i had melted away instantly into unbearable arousal.
I didn't even notice i was drooling all over my udders, pressing my fat thighs together for relief, humping the air with my jiggly ass, until Farmer Marc pointed it out.
"Look at the hungry heifer! Took to her training like a champion. So hungry for bull cock she can't think! That's what we want, boys! That's why cowsluts don't cum until they're bred. We want them to need it more than fucking oxygen."
Farmer's ringing words echoed around the barn and bounced inside my empty head as i was taken into Ben's pen. The other members of the herd were being locked into breeding stocks, but it seemed that Ben had recently broken his, so the men draped me over the door to his enclosure, my front half folded over a rough blanket so my udders dangled free.
"Now, Ben, don't break this one. We want her fit for breeding again before the end of the week. Gotta make sure it takes. Besides, I've taken a liking to this juicy slut."
As the men hooked my teats back up to a milking machine, Ben started to massage my haunches, his rough hands spreading my fat, rippling buttcheeks to see my fat cowpussy.
He snorted impatiently as he waited for his cue, pawing at the ground with his hoof just as Farmer issued a warning.
"Sooo, juicy. Dripping. Buttery soft."
I remember thinking the words clearly, but all that came out of my slack mouth were garbled animal noises. Farmer Marc laughed in my face and stroked my cheek fondly, looking into my eyes like he could read my mind.
Ben growled it in a gravely voice while he pawed at my naked cowcunt. I mooed and stomped my back hoof twice, desperate to be filled.
Why wouldn't he mount me! Cows need to be bred!
"Go ahead, Ben. Breed the slut."
Ben took his cue, & did his duty. I was impaled on 12 inches of real, living bull cock for the first time that day, and as he ripped me open, it felt like i was being born again.
I let out a screaming moo that rattled the windows, and then every breath was knocked out of me as been began to rape a calf into me. The rough, brutal pounding cleaved open my cowpussy, clobbering my insides like the beast he was.
The pain was nearly unbearable, and mixed with a sick pleasure that had my vision fading in and out, as Ben's heavy balls abused my hard clit with every thrust. I could feel my own cream leaking down my legs in rivulets as my enhanced cowpussy tried desperately to adjust, it's secretions doing what they could, easing the way for the beating it was taking.
The pleasure in my spine started racing up to my empty brain, Ben grabbing an entire asscheek in his beefy hand, palming it like a basketball. I was fighting of the biggest climax of my life when I heard it.
Suddenly a new, deep, accented voice in the barn growled out, "It is cumming!", and the next thing you knew, a loud *ZAP* was heard in the breeding barn, followed by a hideous scream, & a clanging thud.
A round of scattered, sarcastic applause and cat calls echoed in the barn next, just as Farmer Marc laughed out,
"Pathetic cow! Couldn't hold in it's orgasm and passed out from the cattle prod. Jesus! Did it piss itself? Poor thing. Stings, doesn't it, dummy?"
The farmhands all laughed as you swallowed hard. Right. Bad cows get the cattle prod. You fought the nagging pleasure back down as you caught a glimpse of your neighboring herd member, collapsed unconscious in her breeding frame. The gray-spotted bull pounding her cowcunt never let up, jostling her limp body with every thrust.
"Go ahead with its breeding, Colossus, we'll see if the dumb heifer can remember its place next time."
The disdain in farmer's eyes as he turned his back on the bad cow? That dismissive tone in his voice? That went even further in driving back my unsanctioned orgasm. The idea of putting that look on his face made me physically ill. Farmer was my whole world! I needed to be his best cow!!
Just as my legs started to go numb, being hammered against the hard wooden gate of Ben's corral, i felt the contractions of giant testicles against my puffy pussy lips. A few more bone-breaking thrusts from Ben is all it took for the massive bull hybrid to cum.
To give me the greatest gift a good cow could earn!
My eyes filled with tears of happiness as Ben kept me plugged up with his cock, rubbing my juicy belly like a proud papa.
I thought i was full before that, stretched to my absolute limit.
I was wrong.
With a long, vibrating grunt, Ben started pumping a seemingly endless flood of boiling, thick, white semen into my ruined hole. It felt like gallons, & I swear I could feel it in my guts.
My stomach swelled as I mooed like the fucked out cow I was. Happy and fulfilled. I was complete. A hucow full of bull cock, a belly full of cum. I'd never known such joy!
"Good fucking cow. Perfect teats, listens to her superiors. Fat buttery pussy. Butters. That's what we'll call this one."
I beamed at a Farmer as he stroked my cheek again, gathering my tears on his calloused thumb.
"Now, I'm afraid this is going to hurt, cowslut. Ben, hold her still, keep her pinned with that cock."
I was confused by Farmer's words until I saw a farmhand approach with a glowing red cattle brand, the iron twisted into the ranch's logo. 3 phases of the moon. Farmer's mark. They were going to do it. They were going to sear my naked flesh like an owned animal.
Panic instinctively flooded me even as my training caused my pussy to clench on Ben's bull cock. He held me still with effortless strength as I started flailing, pitiful, my weak legs not even able to gain purchase on the concrete and hay under my feet.
Three seconds, and it was over. The most unbelievable agony I'd ever felt.
And it was my prize.
I felt the fire. I heard the sizzle. I smelled it.
And I howled.
I remember Farmer smiling in my twisted face as I sobbed, twitched and convulsed, just before i finally faded away. My eyes rolling up in my head, I finally fainted, flopping forward over the door, and mercifully sinking into the black.
I woke up that night back in the milking barn, gagged again and drooling, blinking my eyes open to see Farmer smiling at me. He clipped new cow ears into my curly brown hair & petted me between them. After he smoothed some cream over my new brand, cooing at me as I mooed in discomfort, he screwed the fattest silver plug into my ass, a cute little cow tail attached to dangle between my rounded asscheeks.
"A gift, for my new favorite cowslut."
I mooed in delight at Farmer's praise that night. And not for the last time.
I did it! I was owned by this strong, wise, handsome, hard-working man. I was bred! A real cow!
He pushed his thick cock into my open mouth to feed me another treat of yummy cream and I mooed around the meat as i drifted back until unconsciousness.
I was home!
From that night on, i became Farmer's favorite. Some of the other sluts in the herd get jealous sometimes, but i don't care. I know my purpose is to serve him. Give milk. Birth calves.
Breed, fuck, feed, please.
The other cowsluts got bred that day, just like me, but I was the best. The first cow that came and passed out? She eventually learned how to hold her cum, but after getting the prod & pissing herself, she earned the humiliating name Puddles.
The only other heifer to cum without permission that day got the prod, too, but her ass had grown so fat from the hormones in her cowfeed, she barely felt the burn. Farmer had to grip her long, dark braids in his fist, arch her back and shock the undersides of her udders to punish her properly. After her deep, sobbing moos died down, the men all agreed to call this thick, strong heifer Big Bessie. She became a favorite with the bulls... they could never seem to break her.
Another cow in my herd nearly came that day, but the bull breeding her had finished unloading inside her just before she let go, and he told Farmer so. All the men laughed at how she got away without earning a shock from the cattle prod, so they named the little redhead Lucky, & pierced little dangling four leaf clovers through her teats.
Farmer created the greatest cowslut herd for the best milking and breeding, but I'm still the best. Farmer always says so. Even after all these years, my milk is the sweetest, I still give him the most calves every birthing season. Sometimes even out of season.
The final cowslut to get bred that day did almost better than me. She resisted cumming, and almost gave as much milk, though her udders hadn't grown as fat as mine. She even stayed conscious during her branding, smiling and mooing gratefully through her snotty tears when they were done with her. After that, no one argued with the farmhand that named the cheery blonde heifer Sunny. She was just too bright and happy!
We all were!
Farmer says I've birthed 13 calves for him! I don't really remember all of them, precious things, but that's ok. Once they're weaned, my job starts all over again. I have to get filled. Get bred. My belly and my udders always belong to Farmer, the bulls and the next calf.
The heifers that couldn't take to their training were each eventually sold off. Some to other farms who wanted greedy cumming whores, or to glory hole galleries that needed mindless empty sluts to fill.
Most of the other sluts in my original herd eventually got bred, too. Some more frequently than others. The ones that learned their place like me, they're my sisters now. Beautiful, prime stock on farmer's ranch, our full bellies and leaking udders making him money and making him proud. We get to lazy around in the fields, playing and grazing in the sun while we edge our puffy cowpussies, waiting for the bulls to breed us and feed off of our udders.
They'll be fucked & milked until they dry up, then they'll be sold to be cum dumpsters or to rich men to use as party favors.
They were all destined to stay mindless heifers, not prime breeding stock like me.
My first month in the breeding barn rotation, Ben bred me 6 times. Farmer wanted to give me to him twice a week, but the ruthless hybrid loved to dig in my cowpussy too deep, and, after, it would take me extra days to recover.
In between breeding, most of the herd were confined to the milking barn, locked securely into their pens with their spirals and music playing, udders drained all day. Some of the time, i was amongst them, my swollen pussy pulsing along with my heartbeat, drooling all over my floppy udders.
But, half the time, I was loose in the field, nursing on fat bull balls to stimulate semen production, and just serving Farmer Marc. He'd even taken to having me cockwarm him during his bunch breaks, facefucking me as he finished his daily club sandwich and pasta salad.
The farmhands and other staff liked to tease Farmer Marc that i was his favorite, but he didn't mind. He even got my teats pierced one day, and ordered me little tiny cowbells to hang from the fat rings in my udders. He said he always wanted to be able to hear me ringing so he could find his best milk cow.
I love my Farmer so much!!! How he spoils me!!!
After my first breeding, Farmer used every one of my holes regularly. He still does. Rutting into my asshole like he's an animal himself, nursing off my udders every night.
Spending days edging in the pasture is pure heaven. Some mornings when I wake up in the pasture, a fat, ringed bull nose nuzzling between my thick, sticky pussy lips, i feel like life couldn't get any better.
But it's simply glorious when farmer Marc takes me to his bed.
And after he found out he was the father of my first calf? He became even more addicted. Obsessed with fucking and fondling my expanding body, groping every curve he could. I couldn't believe it! He'd pulled out the first time he fucked my cowcunt, I'd been overflowed with potent bull cum that day, and still, my first calves were his. The tests proved it! The doctor Farmer brought out to the ranch acted as my vet, and he said so! All human. 2 of them! A girl first, then a boy. Farmer was so overjoyed!
The night he found out i was carrying calves in my womb, was the first time i had an orgasm in over 4 months. It was the most intense moment of my entire life.
Farmer took me right there in the pasture that night. He found me, showed me my positive pregnancy test from the vet, and pushed me down into the mud. He folded my flanks back in a harsh mating press while all the bulls and farmhands watched, and plugged his cock into my cowpussy in one stroke, driving it to the hilt, as he spoke 2 words.
After months of denial, endless edging, I wish I could say it was a satisfying buildup of relief, ecstasy and pleasure.
No.
It was like an explosion.
Most of the time, the fire in my cowpussy was all I could think about, and when the time came for me to finally release that tension, it felt like I was being ripped apart.
"Cum, cowslut."
"Cum, cowslut! Keep cumming! This is your reward! You've fucking done it, you beautiful whore. Fucking knocked up and leaking milk. Give me more! Milk the fucking cock that owns you, Butters! Fucking fuckmeat! Breeding bitch!"
The sensation that raged through me felt like liquid fire. Like a burning, sharp edged wave was pounding into my every molecule, and every muscle in my cowpussy and abdomen cramped up in hideous, horrible pleasure.
The pressure nearly forced Farmer's cock out of my spasming hole, but he just gripped me by the shoulder and ground in deeper, groaning as I choked his cock. The climax was so overwhelming, my tiny brain couldn't keep up and I passed out cold, my body still seizing under Farmer as he started to rape my plump, unconscious little body. I came to with a pained moo when he suddenly latched onto my distended, leaking nipple, teeth digging into the tender flesh like a feral beast. He slapped my face, then my fat, erect clit and, through my mooing scream, commanded me again.
I wailed as i did as I was told. I came, and came that night, sobbing out my agony and bliss, mooing into the night sky as I squirted cum all over Farmer's dick. He laughed at my every pathetic twitch as the herd of bulls hungrily watched, all waiting for their turns with my sloppy, creamy cunt.
After i delivered my calves, I was so thrilled with doing my duty, so happy to have fulfilled my life's purpose, but it was the saddest time for me, too. Always was.
After the birthing, I have to wait 3 whole weeks to be bred again! Every time! Farmer is smart, giving us the fancy medicines so we heal faster on the ranch, but still, I hate not being full of cock! I've calved 13 times now, given Farmer 15 babies, and It's torture to wait after every one! But i know that good cows suffer. Plus, Farmer gives me lots of cowpussy pets while I'm nursing. My clitty is so sensitive, and i get to cum all i want while I'm nursing because I've been a good hucow!
The next time I was bred, it was one of the bulls that seeded me and sired my calf. I don't even remember which one, but Farmer was extra happy that time because, at birth, my third calf was already showing signs of being a hybrid, just like his daddy. We would have to wait until he grew up, but i knew my job wasn't to worry about that.
My job? It was to get bred again. To be filled with cock and bull cum as often as possible. To give milk. To fuck. To suck. To moo. My life is so simple, because i understand my purpose as a breeder.
That's why all the bulls love me and my buttery pussy. That's why they all call me sweet Butters.
Sometimes i get a little sad that i can't remember my old name, though. It's been ten years, and it's faded away to nothing. Leaked out of my cowpussy, Farmer likes to say.
He can see the sad, confused, faraway look when someone asks my name sometimes, but he just pulls one of my long teats out of my little cowprint bikini top, twists it, and all my worries melt away with a moo.
I just lay around in the grass, stroking my round, pregnant belly, and forget all over again. Cows shouldn't concern themselves with such things. What's in a name? I know my true self.
I'm a breeder, not a stupid milky heifer. And I'm the best breeder there is. Barely smarter than my cowcunt, but smart enough to know my true purpose. That's the difference.
Oooh, I think I'm gonna end up posting 3 today, guys! My muses are rather randy & I can't stop em! Just made a lil moodboard for Butters' chapter! Finally finished it! Check out a few of her vibes below the cut, & stay tuned! Gonna post it tonight! Hoping to update my newest storyline, Lady & Lila tonight, too! Bimbo brain is working overtime today! π
Lady & Lila: Aftermath & Beginnings, a Bimbo Kitten Story
This is just a lil prelude... you gotta read my walk in the park chapter to get this lil nugget. We first met Joel & "Lady" in this lil part, & I'm setting things up for them here π
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Joel's P.O.V.:
After my Lady's punishment in the park, she was a lot more docile.
Pitiful thing was absolutely wrecked. Naked and bruised, both holes gaped, dripping countless loads, covered in spit, sweat, and shame. Her hair was saturated in bodily fluids, and the cunt fucking reeked. I had to dump her in the bed of my truck for the ride home.
No way i was getting that shit on my upholstery. I fucking love my truck.
I dragged her over the tailgate to the front yard to hose her off before i hauled her inside the house.
Used to be her house, but it's mine now.
Took me awhile to figure out what she'd been muttering since we left the park. Broken idiot repeating the same thing over and over again.
Her throat was fucked raw, but i could make it out in the end.
"I'm sorry, sir. I'm just holes."
Sounds like the dummy is finally learning her lesson.
Still, I think it prudent to lock her in the cage tonight. A little time out in her naughty place at the foot of her my bed will cement the message.
Face down, ass up.
God damn, the moron passed out cold.
I'll refill her vodka bottle & her water dish. Fucking lush. We both know which she'll empty first when she wakes up.
My sweet stepdaughter.
Fuck, look at the time.
Gotta cover up her cage with her nana's quilt before my princess gets home from college.
Can't have little Lila seeing her mother like this.
I think I'm going to make this section a collection of short chapters with shifting pov, so this is my attempt at that π stay tuned! Still working on my job fair & butters chapters & there's more coming today! π
