Milky's World

MINORS DNI

[cowprintbikini]

About Me

Hi there~ A little introduction to my blog;

I love all things hucow, dumbification and more! I am in a relationship! I like talking about my fantasies and making little stories about what I'm into, so if you share the same interests, or just like to read along, this blog is for you! I am into: Hucow, bimbofication, lactation, breast growth, free use, cnc, praise/degradation and probably so much more that I can't think of right now! I am NOT!! into: Weight gain, gore, fecal matter and piss, and probably more which i'll add as time goes on!

[lusty-redhead-transfem]

I've got mad cow disease (madly wants to be a cow and bred and milked until she passes out )

[transfem-goddess-author]

Oh no! I hope it’s not incurable and that you’ll just be a needy cow for the rest of your life. Who would take you in then…

I mean, who would be willing to breed and milk a slutty cow until she can’t do anything but moo…

[cherryflowerr-deactivated202601]

i love watching my own tits bounce and jiggle

[thesugarjar]

I’ve been sick for what feel like forever 😩 did you miss me?

[sfw-littlemisslatex]

what’s the point of having a pretty pussy if it’s not getting filled right now?

[puptoy]

Wanna be your sweet little dairy cow, feel my tits get heavy and full, my swollen nipples leaking when when you grope me. Getting all achy and desperate when you haven’t milked me enough, pressing up into your touch, hoping you’ll suck on my tits again. Please, I’ve been a good girl, please?

I wanna sit on your lap and lean over, letting you take your time gently massaging and suckling on each of my needy teats… Feeling the pressure gradually lessen as you drain my supply. Feeling you enjoy yourself, too, as you squeeze my hips and grind that big cockbulge against me through layers of fabric, still latched and “helping” while your hands wander down to feelmy ass, my thighs, to rub along the slick-soaked crotch of my panties and make me whine and grind into it like I’m in heat…

Want you to flip me over and kiss me deep, use me how you want, I’m just a cute little thing that goes mooo and gets wet when she’s pushed around, milked and bred up so full 🩷

[cowprintbikini]

Such a good cow girl

Your eyes finally open. You’re in a barn, a classic barn with red wooden walls. You’re placed on a few stacks of hay. Your eyes adjust to the light coming in from the big open doors. You try to move- you can’t. Your hands are tied behind your back with thick rope, digging into the skin of your wrists. You helplessly fight your restraints. And that’s when you see him.

Dallas, the farmer walks through the open doors, right up to you. He’s tall, brunette and carries a mischievous smirk on his face. His big forearms show as his red flannel sleeves are rolled up. He grabs your face, rough calloused fingers digging into your jaw and cheeks. You’re forced to look at him.

“Good. You’re awake.”

You instinctively try to pull back. After all, you don’t know where you are or who he is. He notices your useless fighting, and lets out a low chuckle.

“Don’t fight it sugar. Soon you’ll grow to love it here.”

His voice is nice and deep, carrying a thick southern accent. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a vial with some creamy white liquid in it. He holds it up proudly as he speaks again.

“You’d fit into the herd so nicely.”

Herd? All kinds of alarmbells start to ring in your head. You don’t know where the fuck you are. And who he is. All you remember is that you were walking home from the club. And now you’re here. You lift your chin, calling him every curse under the sun, helplessly trying to escape.

His fingers dig deeper into your jaw as he pushes your mouth open with his thumb. He pours the liquid inside and forces your jaw shut until you swallow.

You try to fight, scream, open your mouth, anything. But nothing helps. Eventually you’re forced to swallow. It tastes sweet and creamy, like delicious fresh milk.

Dallas pats your head, shaking his head disappointedly

“I told you not to fight it sugar. I’m just helping you be what you were meant to be. You were lying to yourself by keeping up this 9-5 worklife like you weren’t built to be a hucow.” Another chuckle escapes his lips as he watches you closely.

Dallas pulls out a bell, nice and shiny and gold. Your eyes follow it as he places it around your neck. It makes sounds with every movement. As your eyes darted down, you notice you’re in a cowprint bikini. He’d for sure put you in that when you were unconscious.

“All better now. You should start feeling better soon.”

You don’t know what he meant by better, but your whole body started tingling. You feel a certain tightness in your chest, and your heartbeat races.

Your breasts started swelling, ballooning through at least 3 cup sizes in a minute. They feel heavy, bouncing slightly with every movement. Your nipples harden, creamy white beads forming at the peaks of your nipples. Soft moans escape your lips as the sensation is overbearing. All the while Dallas watches you with a smirk, his pants growing tighter as he’s watching you.

You barely notice in the haze of the feeling that Dallas came closer, petting your head, whispering words of praise in your ear.

“C’mon sugar, doesn’t that just feel so good? Mmm I bet it does.”

He moves in front of you, hands squeezing your large udders as milk flows out. He attaches his mouth to the left one, squeezing the other.

You lose yourself in pleasure, the release arousing you more than anything ever has. Dallas’ right hand lets go of your udder, gliding lower as he moves the fabric of your panties to the side. His hands slide in between your thick folds, drawing circles over your clit, hungrily sucking at your tit still.

He continues this until you cum, loudly as your eyes roll back and your back arches onto his fingers.

You moan again, this time lower, resembling more of a moo. You think your brain is growing dumber. Did that liquid shrink your brain too? Well fuck what do you care. You’re right at place here. Just like he said. Where did you even come from anyways?

As you’ve finished, Dallas pats your head again, proudly.

“I told you you were a perfect fit sugar. Just you wait until I breed you. Such a perfect little cow. Moo for me sugar.”

And you do. Because it feels good. It feels good being docile. You’re such a silly cow.

[cowprintbikini]

What size are those udders. I’m a a visual learner

EU 80E

US conversion: 36DD

I don’t do pics of myself!

[pretty-good-girl]

i'm a simple girl with three simple needs:

cutie sucking on my milky tits

same cutie cumming in my leaky pussy

cow print bikini

[puptoy]

Wanna be your sweet little dairy cow, feel my tits get heavy and full, my swollen nipples leaking when when you grope me. Getting all achy and desperate when you haven’t milked me enough, pressing up into your touch, hoping you’ll suck on my tits again. Please, I’ve been a good girl, please?

I wanna sit on your lap and lean over, letting you take your time gently massaging and suckling on each of my needy teats… Feeling the pressure gradually lessen as you drain my supply. Feeling you enjoy yourself, too, as you squeeze my hips and grind that big cockbulge against me through layers of fabric, still latched and “helping” while your hands wander down to feelmy ass, my thighs, to rub along the slick-soaked crotch of my panties and make me whine and grind into it like I’m in heat…

Want you to flip me over and kiss me deep, use me how you want, I’m just a cute little thing that goes mooo and gets wet when she’s pushed around, milked and bred up so full 🩷

[lactoking]

I want to suckle on your growing breasts. Feeling the milk flowing from your swollen nipples. Listening to your moans as waves of pleasure pulse from your engorged tits. Feeling your hand behind my head pushing me further into your bosom. Your other hand wrapped around my throbbing cock, slowly stroking me.

[lactoking]

Knowing I'm the reason my partners chest is growing is such a turn on.

"C, none of my bras fit anymore. Look at how my tits are spilling over them!"

Since we started dating to today she has grown from a D-Cup to an E-Cup with no signs of slowing. They began to swell when I began to play and suckle on them during intimate moments. At first it overwhelmed her as none of her previous partners had been all that interested in her chest. But soon she began to love the feeling of having her chest fondled and nipples suckled.

With the increase in attention began the rapid increase in size.

"C, I'm getting growth pains in my boobs"

I was concerned but insanely turned on and she could see this and began to lean into it.

"Look at how big they're getting all because of you. You won't leave them alone and they just keep getting bigger. Soon I'm gonna be lactating and you'll have to drink all of it up."

I couldn't hide my enjoyment, lifting her top to expose her swelling breasts, they truly had grown. Her olive skin complimenting her darkening nipples which began to harden after being exposed to the air. She seemed embarrassed by this recent growth spurt but I knew she enjoyed the changes as much as I did.

At the rate she's growing at, she will be squeezing into F-Cups by the end of the year and hopefully lactating too.

[growth-opportunities]

Omfg if you’re not too over the hucow stuff, could you do me next? Get me bigger and dumber? 🥺

Aw, of course! Eager little cows are just so sweet. You're so eager to give it all up and let yourself be who you were always meant to be. Things like work and family and just the little things that make up day to day life... they just don't stop! The endless cycle of having to look after yourself, it wears on a person, especially when that person isn't a person at all. You just want it to stop.

You just want peace and quiet.

You want it outside and within.

There's so much going on inside your head, so many fears, so many worries; it'd be so much easier if you could just... let go.

Be a good cow and let go.

Take in a nice, long inhale and, slowly, steadily, let it out.

As the air rushes between your lips, feel it carry away a bit of that stress.

Your mind gets a little bit quieter. Your shoulders ease up on their tension.

It feels good, doesn't it?

Go on.

Try it again.

That's it. That's a good cow.

And keep doing that. In... and out... feeling your mind get quieter and quieter. Your thoughts drift away like a balloon slipping from your fingers. You don't need to chase after them. Just wave to them as they go higher and higher until they disappear from sight. You don't need them anymore. They float away while you sink deeper and deeper, down and down.

The further you go, the harder it becomes to think, but that's okay. You don't need to think. Cows don't need to think. They just need to grow.

And you're going to do that so beautifully.

Feel the tension growing behind your chest.

It's like a little ball of light. It's so pretty. It's so warm. It's warm and safe and comfortable. And it grows and it grows and it grows. It goes from tension to pressure, pushing outward, building up until your body has no choice but to relieve it.

It has to make more space.

Gradually, as the pressure pushes on your chest, your breasts begin to swell. Don't think. Don't worry. You're just a dumb little cow whose udders are growing. Just relax and let it happen. Let your breasts grow and grow and grow. The pressure doesn't let up as the weight hangs heavier and heavier on your chest. It feels good. It feels right. This is how you were always meant to be. It's okay. Let out a little Moo for me. Doesn't have to be loud. Just big enough for both of us to hear.

That's a good cow. Well done.

You don't know what cup size you'd be now. You don't know much of anything. All you know is that your tits have gotten so fucking big. They hang so heavy on your chest, dominating your torso. And, while they're still growing, the pressure begins to shift. It moves from inside your chest to inside your udders.

This is more than growth; this is swelling. This is engorging. This is your milk, building up inside your udders, filling them up so full that your body has no choice but to release it in white arcs that spray from your nipples.

God, it feels good! Let out another Moo! Feel how big and full you are and Moo!

Your head is empty and your udders are full. Exactly how you were always meant to be.

You're such a good cow.

[jsx2022]

Hucow is an interesting kink when you think about it, with a lot of crossovers, a lot of fixations, specifically about the female form, whether it's the fixation on being bred, being kept captive, the physical pleasure of being teased, the submissive urge or just the attraction of being docile, of not having to think, of living for the purpose of service, now I know all the good girls reading this with a Hucow kink are probably starting to drool a little, because the thing with kinks is they are very personal, everyone indulges differently, whether your idea of being a Hucow is being locked in a stock and used by your owner for milking, for pleasure, for breeding. But for me personally it's the eyes, probably because hypnosis is more my kink, but those wide deep blank eyes, nothing going on behind those eyes, staring out at the world, content, relaxed, not needing to think beyond your purpose, that's comforting isn't it? Being relaxed, open, letting someone else take care of you, make your desicions, it would be so nice wouldn't it? To not have to think about rent cheques or paydays, to just live, to just serve a purpose, it would be so much easier wouldn't it? It's OK dear, no ones watching, you can relax, you can indulge the fantasy for a little while, I wonder dear, when you relax, when you think about your fantasy, can you feel the pumps? The pressure pulling at your tits? Can you feel your body responding? Do you ever see the man that mounts you? The owner of the cock that breeds you? It's OK dear, just relax, indulge for a little while, it would be so much easier if you didn't gave to think wouldn't it? No judgement, no embarrassment, just a loving caring owner to milk you, pet you, breed you, no complex thoughts, no long words, just a happy empty Hucow, it's OK dear, relax and indulge your fantasy, sink down into the dream, sink down to your knees, it's so much more natural for you isn't it? Let your tits hang free, ready to be groped, measured and milked, so much simpler like this isn't it? No need to resist, no need to think, just an empty, docile, happy, horny, Hucow, waiting to be touched, milked and bred, so relaxed now, so much happier in your natural state.

That's it girl moo for me

[lilithnights02]

I want udders so fucking bad 🥺🥺🥺🥺

I crave to have heavy, milk filled breasts so badly. I want them so sensitive that even the touch of a shirt would drive me crazy with arousal. I wish there was someone who would latch onto my nipples every couple of hours, sucking until they’re sore and tender and never stopping, no matter how much I ache. Is that too much to ask??? 🐄🥛🍼⚡️

[numberonewhimperingfan]

if u play with my boobs long enough I become a drooling slut btw. just so everyone knows

[cowprintbikini]

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[oatsnstuff-deactivated20120807]

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