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Jessie Knows Her Rights as a Tenant

"Ah, hello, Miss Daley," her landlord said cheerily, an expansive smile across his broad, ruddy cheeks as he ushered her into the office. "Please come in, I see you've already watched the instructional video I sent you on your rights as a tenant. I'm sure you must have some questions about what you saw, but please just have a seat and we'll go over all your concerns." Jessie saw the dildo suction-cupped to the chair he offered to her, but something inside her head flared with noise like a fuzz-tone guitar and she couldn't stop herself from settling down onto it. The shaft sank into her slick pink pussy with surprising ease, and it was only in that instant that she realized she'd come to meet with him entirely naked.

"Now obviously you've already begun exercising your right to expose your body," he continued, gesturing to Jessie's jiggling tits with a kind of magnanimous approval that made her clench unconsciously around the shaft inside her cunt. "That's a right that extends to all of the common areas as well as the lobby, so you really only need to wear clothes if you plan to leave the apartment complex for any length of time. At that point, your right to forget kicks in, but I suspect you're already familiar with that, aren't you, Miss Daley?" Jessie opened her mouth to answer, but somewhere between the moment her lips parted and the moment she began to speak she lost track of what she was going to say and wound up uttering nothing more than a vacant, desperate moan.

It slowly, sluggishly occurred to her that perhaps the reason for her whimpering sighs was the thick toy filling her hungry pussy, and she began to lift herself off of it… but the motion made her clit throb so hard that all the strength went out of her rubbery legs and she sank back down, inadvertently fucking herself that much harder when her full body weight settled onto the dildo. "And that brings us nicely to orgasms," her landlord announced, clearly noticing her struggles to rise, "which you may have noticed were not covered under your rights as a tenant. Orgasms are of course a privilege, not a right, and may only be earned with approval from the property manager. And I'm sure you'll be requesting that approval very soon, won't you?"

His words brought back vague, misty memories of rubbing herself fruitlessly while she stared at the video he'd provided, desperately trying to reach a climax that seemed constantly just out of reach while the patterns on the screen lulled her mind into a state of dopey, tranquilized suggestibility. Her hips began to rise and fall faster and faster on the toy in her cunt, seeking a release that something in her obedient brain wouldn't quite let her have, until at last she heard her own meek and needy voice mewl plaintively, "Please, sir, may I cum now?" The breathy docility in her voice made Jessie's clit ache that much harder, but somehow she couldn't get over the edge.

Until her landlord said, "Yes, I think I'll allow it this time," and she came so hard she saw stars. He followed it up with, "But you'll have to earn the next one," and Jessie was so pathetically grateful to him for his generosity that she instantly and immediately pledged to herself that the next cock she sat down on would be his… and she wouldn't stop bouncing up and down on it until she made him gush hot, sticky jizz into her unprotected pussy.

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[jukeboxemcsa]

Framing Melinda's New Condition

"It's all in how you frame it," Liam had told her, and now that Melinda was bent over double in the metal restraints with a pair of pumps attached to her sensitive teats she knew exactly what he meant. At the time, she'd just been confused and upset; she'd begun lactating, pretty much out of nowhere and without any explanation, and the doctors she'd seen had simply thrown up their hands and said it was something that could happen and it would probably stop on its own if she didn't express the milk any more than she strictly had to. Which was easier said than done when her tits ached and the creamy fluid leaked through her shirts and just the slightest pressure on her nipples made them squirt.

Back then, she thought the frame was metaphorical. She figured that her roommate Jessie's boyfriend was trying to help her think of her unexpected lactation as a benefit, not a problem--there were people who bought breast milk online, either because they wanted to breastfeed their baby and couldn't produce or because they had a fetish for drinking it, and this was actually an opportunity for someone like Melinda to make a substantial amount of extra money by pumping her udders for strangers over the Internet. It turned out that Liam already had the equipment to help her out, thanks to a strange little coincidence involving her roommate and a similar medical condition, and that probably should have been a red flag to Melinda but she was really just grateful that he was willing to listen. She needed someone to talk to about all this.

So she submitted to her first milking, and although it was awkward and uncomfortable and she wound up squirming so much she accidentally tugged one of the pumps free Melinda was nonetheless comforted by the six hundred dollars she got from her first month of production. But Liam told her that his girlfriend was already making twice that much, and that convinced Melinda to keep going with it because nothing stimulated her breasts to make milk like being milked, and Liam mentioned that he happened to have the perfect solution to prevent any messes like the one she'd had her first time out. And that was when he introduced her to the literal frame, with its clamps and straps and buckles to hold her in place so the pumps could do their work, and he reassured her that she didn't have to be naked during her sessions the way Jessie was. That was just something she liked.

But of course after a few sessions of pumping, that was something Melinda liked too. She spent so much time in the couple's company, and Liam was nice enough to talk to them while they were being milked so they didn't get bored, and even though she couldn't remember much beyond just the sound of his warm, soothing voice she found herself very happy to listen. And after a couple of weeks she wound up stripping naked the same way Jessie did and at the same time, and once she was naked and bent over double in her restraints it seemed only natural for Liam to want to wet his dick in her slick pussy. Milking always made her horny, after all. He was only trying to help her out. It was really kind of a favor… and if Melinda noticed that her eyes always glazed over and her mind emptied out while he was doing her that favor, she forgot by the time the session was over.

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[pregnantbeautyeveryday]

[lostinfoster]

Don't you just love it when it rains?

Since these tits were forced upon me, I love making a monsoon ~

[sluttyprincwss-deactivated20260]

I think getting knocked up by an older guy would fix me

I didn’t want it at first, of course, I argued saying I’m too young, these are my best years, I don’t want children and that kind of stuff

He didn’t argue back, not really, but he started taking the condom off without me noticing it, he started changing my birth control pills with prenatal vitamins so his child would grow strong.

We had a big fight when I felt him finishing inside, that only led to him forcing me to take his seed over and over again, he wanted me to remember my place, my only purpose.

Yes these are my best years, to give birth to his baby, to carry another, to have swollen tits, to give him my other holes so he could still enjoy my body

[drjohannfoster-deactivated20210]

[masteroverminds5]

No, I don’t care how embarrassed you are, be a good cow and let out a nice, long moo for me. If you’re well behaved, I’ll even turn you into my breeding stock.

[stupidbabypig]

ugh I need a man who will humiliate me and turn me into a cow for him 🥺

[il-potere-della-mente]

[oldmean4sub-deactivated20260504]

Hot

[beastbabysnight]

Mega Milk Monday had me wanting the Milker today🐮 It's been way too long since I've used this

[hucow-angel]

Can't stop thinking about a future where we stop farming cows because they are too environmentally damaging. The thing is we still need milk so we have to do the next best thing. Start farming hucows... They'll do it based on volunteers and aptitude. But once you volunteer to be one, there is no returning back to a "normal" life.

You'll be a number; a cow whore; an animal to be milked and fucked and bred. You'll move into an enclosure in a barn with other hucows, just like you. All of you kept with your udders, teats and holes on display for quick access and easy use. You're fed to make you gain weight from a trough, bucket or the owner's hands. All of your food and drinks keep tasting funny and it's not until it's too late that you realise they have been putting lactation and libido enhancers in everything you've consumed since Day 1. No wonder you started producing milk so quickly and can always feel your clit throbbing. No wonder when they come to pump your teats or wand your clit or plug your arsehole or fuck their seed into you - you love it so much. Even better when they do all 4 at the same time. Even better when there's more than one farmer. And then there's the dehumanising lessons - where you regress to one simple word - moo. But you don't mind because you chose this. You want to be farmed for milk and fucked and bred. You can't remember your life before. You can't even remember your name. All you know is you must take cum whenever it's forced on you. All you know is udders, teats and mooooooooooo. This is your purpose in life. This is what you were born for. You wouldn't have it any other way. You're so grateful that we stopped farming cows.

[jukeboxemcsa]

Leesa Becomes What She Wants to Be

Leesa's lying on her side to relieve the weight of her swollen belly on the rest of her body when Terry comes in, and he has very little trouble fucking her in that position--he simply takes her right ankle, lifts it up above his head, and with a murmur of, "You were born for this, weren't you?" he's already in. Leesa's completely naked, she's constantly wet, and his thrusts simply slide into her pussy without so much as a moment of resistance. His words slide into her brain in almost the exact same way, and she lets out a whimpery moan of agreement as the sheer perfection of unprotected sex reminds her of the baby growing inside her and just how it got there in the first place.

It must be obvious how badly this turns her on, because there's a tiny little chuckle hiding at the edges of Terry's voice as he growls, "That's right, babe, this cunt was made to be filled with hot sticky Daddy cum." It makes Leesa grunt like a rutting animal with helpless, irresistible arousal--she's been calling him 'Daddy' for almost six months now, the honorific reinforcing her hypnotic surrender, not out of any psychosexual fixation on her lover as a father figure but because he's already impregnated her once and she knows he's going to do it again. There are three women in their polycule, but two of them are sterile and Leesa's clitty throbs like crazy at the knowledge that she's breeding for three.

Terry reaches out and gives Leesa's bouncing tits a playful swat, husking out, "These big titties were made to swell with milk," and Leesa's eyes roll back in her head as both the gesture and the playfully demeaning way it objectifies her body causes her to climax. In theory this is all just a veneer of kink over an entirely reasonable decision the four of them arrived at together, a division of responsibilities that leave Leesa with no other childrearing tasks beyond breastfeeding and pumping out babies, but two months of trying for a pregnancy followed by eight months of growing a nascent infant inside her have left Leesa more than a little confused about where her free will ends and her hypnotic conditioning ends. At times like these, she has trouble differentiating herself from a broodmare and that's what really gets her off.

Because it's not like Terry doesn't know what he's doing. It's not like he doesn't see her like this, moaning and squirming and grinding back against his stiff prick, and realize she's losing a little more of herself every day. He doesn't need to fuck her so much, not while she's already pregnant with his child, and he certainly doesn't need to keep hypnotizing her to see herself as a mindless breeding toy to be filled with his semen. Either he's doing this because it gets him off as much as it gets Leesa off, which is probably true, or he's doing this because he and the others have decided to legitimately brainwash Leesa into their own personal babymaker. Which, Leesa has to admit, she wants to be true.

Terry cums inside her after about twenty-five minutes of vigorous fucking and another two orgasms on Leesa's part, and he makes sure to take her hand and press it to the sticky mess leaking out between her thighs before he goes to take a shower. "You just think about that, sweetie," he purrs, but to Leesa there's nothing sexier than lying there, brain fuzzy with afterglow and cunt sated on a primal level, and realizing distantly that she can't think about very much at all anymore.

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[jukeboxemcsa]

Putting a Cuckoo in the Nest

Donna looked up at Sheryl from her spot on the bed, acutely and uncomfortably aware of the warm trickle of semen leaking out of her exposed cunt. She wanted to thrash against the ropes holding her spread-eagled on the mattress, but to her acute shock and horror there weren't any--it was Donna's own body that betrayed her, every muscle following the command of her hypnotist and not her own mind to keep her utterly helpless while Sheryl's husband Paul worked up the stamina for another go. "You won't get away with this," Donna snarled, unable to raise her voice beyond a low growl, but she tried to put as much menace into it as she could.

"Oh, sweetie, of course we will," Sheryl chuckled, reaching down to give Donna's tits a playful squeeze. "Ron's deep asleep right now, but even if I woke him up he wouldn't be able to stop Paul from fucking you--honestly, I could tell him to jack off to the sight of his best friend balls deep inside his wife and he'd do it with a smile." Her hand slid down to Donna's belly, and once again the supine brunette was astonished by the enormity of the betrayal she was experiencing; she could have sworn she and Sheryl were going to be every bit as close as sisters, and it was utterly overwhelming to find out the couple down the street was simply cozying up to Donna and her husband so they could hypnotize them into this sick, twisted impregnation fantasy of theirs. Donna didn't even know how to get her anger and dismay past the lump in her throat.

"And as for you, sweetie… do you really think I could make your body do this and not have even the teeniest, tiniest hold on your mind?" Sheryl sat down on the bed next to Donna, making full eye contact while she gathered up the semen leaking from Donna's creampied pussy and slowly, carefully pushed it back into the helpless woman's cunt. "You're going to wake up in the morning convinced that you and Ron hit your ovulation window perfectly after we went home, and you're going to invite us over tomorrow night to celebrate without the slightest notion of what really happened. I think I'll have Paul fuck you again, just to be sure, and if it doesn't work there's always next month, isn't there? Just like there was always last month and the month before that."

Donna let out a tiny whimper, and she was embarrassed to discover that she needed to get a handle on the pulse of lust throbbing away between her legs before she could speak. She didn't want this to turn her on, she wanted to stay shocked and mortified and furious, but something about the whole scenario had an insidious pull on her mind even before her focus was drawn down to the fingers pumping in and out of her sloppy cunt. It was cucking in the most literal sense of the word, tricking her and Ron into raising another man's baby as their own, and even though she would have sworn she never had any kind of fetish for that her body was betraying her in an entirely different way right now. "W-why?" she managed to stammer, blushing as she heard the mewling arousal in her voice.

Sheryl smiled and gave her a kiss. "Because it's fun," she murmured, as Paul crawled onto the bed with his cock once again at full mast. "Because it gets us off, and because it's going to get us off even more when we do this again while you've got a big beautiful swollen belly for us. We are loving every part of this, sweetie, and I hope you don't think it's going to stop once my hubby's knocked you up--you belong to us. Forever." There was nothing but affection in Sheryl's eyes when she intoned those ominous words, and Donna couldn't help falling into that mesmerizing gaze all over again while her body responded to Paul's thrusts with urgent, rutting lust.

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[jukeboxemcsa]

Shea Gets Her Favorite Fix

"Unnnnfhhh…." The grunted exhalation escaped Shea's lips involuntarily, compelling her to raise her hips a little bit higher and present her ass even more lewdly for her owner's inspection. She'd thought she was horny when Vic snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor, sending her instantly to her hands and knees in what she could only think of now as the breeding position, but when he told her what a good little cow she was being it hit one of her many hot buttons so hard she felt her head go momentarily hazy with a rush of arousal. It felt like a physical weight settling between her thighs, a throb so powerful it was like a bass drum booming in her clit, and it was really no wonder she couldn't stop herself from moaning.

It generally wasn't a good idea to display that kind of naked desperation in front of her dominant, and sure enough when Vic reached down to trace her plump pink pussy lips with his fingers he showed a languid disinterest in satisfying her urgent lust. "Awwww, does someone get turned on from being called a needy cow, hmm?" he asked, keeping his touch feather-light even as Shea ground her hips back against his hand involuntarily. "Does it make my good girl all wet and horny to picture Daddy's cock mounting that pretty rump and fucking a baby into that slick and needy cow cunt?" Shea grunted again, the dirty talk sending another booming throb of lust straight into her clit. She didn't call Vic 'Daddy' because of any kind of patriarchal fixation on familial authority figures--she called him that because her womb was going to make him a father someday.

Neither one of them knew exactly when 'someday' might be; Shea was still working her way through grad school, while Vic was only now beginning to book enough gigs to think about quitting his day job and having a child wouldn't make that difficult transition any easier. But fantasizing about a belly so swollen it brushed the floor whenever she squatted on all fours for him was free, and getting hypnotized to crave the act of breeding didn't cost much either. "Come on, use your big girl words, tell Daddy how much you want him to fuck a baby into that pretty cow cunt," Vic cooed, and Shea's head swam with arousal as she felt herself slipping into a light trance simply from her own mind's instinctive and automatic association between sex and mindlessness. She moaned again, then moaned even harder when she realized how dumb she sounded right now.

"I, I w-want you to… mmmmooooo… to f-fuck a baby into--moooooooo--" Shea momentarily broke off, her arousal so acute and intense that she could actually feel her musk leaking down her slick thighs and onto Vic's teasing fingers. One of his favorite suggestions had been to make Shea unable to say more than five words in a row without mooing, and combined with everything else he was doing to her the intimate awareness of just how deeply brainwashed she'd become was really messing with the hypnotized submissive's head. "Fuck a baby into me, moooooo," she sighed out at last, her whole body quivering with lust, and it was with the greatest of joy that she finally felt Vic's shaft sink into her sopping cunt and knew that she could at least believe for a while he was going to make her horny little breeder cow dreams come true.

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[erojunk]

[clashdojobellies]

[beartrapped17]

Oh god I actually can't stop thinking about breeding. I need someone to fuck me raw and fill me up. I'm becoming so useless and desperate and needy. I don't know what's wrong with me. All I can do is touch myself and fantasize and beg.

[jukeboxemcsa]

Josie's a Woman of Few Words

"Ohhhhh…." Josie stared down with rapt fascination at her own rubbing fingers, her eyes dull and glassy and her lips parted in an expression of vacant bliss as she sank deeper into trance. It looked like she'd entirely forgotten Tara's presence in the room; she was simply so captivated by the pleasure her body was capable of without a mind to get in the way that she no longer listened to the other woman's low, soothing tones on anything more than a purely subconscious level. She just wanted to play with her slick, messy cunt and experience the overwhelming bliss it gave her, and that gave Tara all the time in the world to reshape the pretty redhead's newly malleable mind.

Josie occasionally managed something close to a word, like when she mumbled, "oh, wowww," but her speech was made slurred and sleepy by the slackness of her jaw and she never managed to string together anything approaching a coherent thought. She just sat there, her fingertips gradually wrinkling as her pussy leaked onto them, and the only real sign she heard Tara at all was when the blonde woman told her to play with her tits and Josie's free hand drifted up to squeeze and pinch her nipple like she was moving underwater. If she had even the slightest awareness of how little of her clothing was left on her body by this point, it wasn't readily apparent. She simply rubbed herself dumber and deeper while Tara smoothly, relentlessly programmed her.

The first step was obvious--Tara linked the pleasure blossoming in Josie's slick and swollen clit to deep trance, suggesting that any time she returned to this state it would feel just as good and make her just as happy. Another suggestion fed into the shy, prudish young woman's embarrassment about sex and sexuality, easily and effortlessly convincing her that she didn't need to feel any guilt or shame if she simply tucked the memory of being hypnotized into a vault inside her mind that only Tara had the key to. Josie nodded absently and muttered, "uh, uh huh," the words already forgotten on a conscious level but thoroughly internalized by her subconscious self, and just like that Tara had a backdoor into her friend's mind she could use to return her to mindless obedience whenever she wanted.

Tara continued by talking Josie through her first climax, and it was so delightful to hear the prim and proper sophomore who blushed even to hear profanity moaning out, "ohhh, ffffuuuckkkk," as she came all over her fingers. Tara was careful to link the pleasure to the notion of women and women's bodies, tangling up Josie's subconscious so that her dawning sexuality would forever link cunts with arousal, and it gratified her to no end when she told Josie to lick her messy digits clear and the hypnotized woman plunged them in and out of her drooling mouth with every sign of enjoyment. Tara knew her friend's brain was releasing a flood of post-coital hormones, all of which combined to make her even more suggestible than trance alone.

She didn't make Josie reciprocate that day, instead allowing the mesmerized woman to alternate between slow, sensual masturbation and sucking the musk from her fingers so that Josie could readily associate the taste of cunt with unbelievable pleasure. Tara was a patient woman, after all, and she knew that a slow, certain conditioning stood the best chance of success. But she did record one of Tara's more demonstrative orgasms… and Tara already knew, even before she helped her friend dress and woke her back up with instructions to elide the missing time, that she'd be masturbating to it herself by the end of the night.

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[milkbells]