Hucow farm where they strap you down with your udders hanging to be milked, and offer complimentary dildos to keep your horny hole satisfied while you’re sucked continuously. And your dumb hucow brain gets so used to being continuously fucked and you’re so unaware of anything outside of your teats, that you don’t even notice when a real person replaces the dildo and cums inside.
By the time you start to feel stirring low in your guts and understand why your belly has been swelling the past few months, it’s too late to do anything about it. But you’re okay with that. it feels right, that a slow, docile, needy cow like you should have a heavy, bred belly making every movement so ponderous and difficult.
Besides, the farm has even been nice enough to place you on a new milking station that cuts away for your pregnant belly to hang through. In your haze of milking and fucking, you feel gloved hands sometimes coming by to palpate and measure the bump ripening tighter and heavier every day. Sometimes, you’re vaguely aware that the hands are coming from behind you, that someone is breathing against your back, that the length pounding into you must belong to a person who’s holding your pregnant gut and muttering something about what a good cow you are. You moan gently, and you clench and spasm around their cock, another orgasm bleeding into the full-body feeling of being constantly used.