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Made a post a while ago thinking about making an audio file. I made a couple, and am now finally getting around to posting them. This is the first. Hucow/tf/expansion themes. Hope you enjoy! This and any future ones I post will all be tagged with #audio
You are a cow
You need to be bred
You need to give milk
You need to moo
“aww, look at you. can’t even hold a single thought can you? so pretty when you’re like this.”
you’d been trying so hard to stay present. answering my questions. keeping up with me. doing so well for a while. and then somewhere along the way something just…shifted. the answers got slower. the sentences shorter. until eventually there was nothing left. just you looking up at me with those glazed pretty eyes and your mouth slightly open and not a single word behind it.
pressing my fingers to your lips. watching you take them without thinking. no hesitation. your mouth opening and accepting them naturally. sucking soft and slow and steady while i watch what’s left of you settle.
“can you tell me my name?”
watching you try. genuinely try. brow furrowing. tongue still moving around my fingers. searching for something that was right there an hour ago and isn’t anymore. a small frustrated sound building in your throat when it doesn’t come.
“hey.” so soft. stroking your cheek with my free hand. “it’s okay. you don’t need to find it. i’ve got you. you don’t have to think anymore.”
watching that frustration dissolve. watching your whole body exhale something it had been holding without knowing it. eyes going even more glassy. shoulders dropping. surrendering to it.
“there you are.”
starting to move against you slowly. feeling you respond immediately. hips tilting up without any instruction. body so far ahead of your brain right now. knowing exactly what it needs even when you don’t have the words for it anymore.
“look at how well you’re taking it. you’re doing so perfectly.”
a moan around my fingers. low and helpless and so unguarded. hips starting to roll. chasing the feeling without even realizing you’re doing it.
“that’s it. don’t think. don’t try. you don’t have to do anything except feel good and stay right here with me. that’s your only job right now. can you do that?”
a small nod. barely. eyes half closed. not sure you even fully understood the question but trusting me anyway. following anyway.
going deeper. watching your eyes flutter. watching tears start to slide down without any warning. not from pain. not from anything bad. just from how much it all is. how overwhelming. how good. how safe it feels to be this far gone with someone who has you completely.
“i know. i know baby. you’re okay. i’ve got you. you’re so good. so so good.”
you making a broken sound around my fingers. hips moving more desperately now. chasing it. needing it. not even aware of how beautiful you look right now. L
“that’s it. you’re doing so well. i’m so proud of you.”
feeling you clench around me. feeling how close you are. keeping the same pace. making you feel every single second of it.
“stay with me. right here. eyes on me.”
your eyes finding mine. barely focusing. so glassy. so soft. so completely empty of everything except feeling.
“good girl. there you are. i’ve got you.”
finishing with my fingers on your tongue and your whole body shaking. a sound you couldn’t have held back if you tried. hips stuttering. fingers gripping my arm. riding it out without any grace or composure left.
staying right there through every second of it. not moving. not pulling away. letting you have all of it.
after. when the shaking slows. when your grip loosens. when your breathing starts to find its way back.
pulling my fingers away slowly. watching you chase them slightly before catching yourself. pressing a soft kiss to your lips instead.
“hi pretty girl.”
nothing back. just a small sound. eyes still glassy. still not quite here.
“that’s okay. you don’t have to be back yet.”
pulling you close. your face finding my neck immediately. hands gripping my shirt loosely.
wrapping both arms around you. holding you warm and steady while you come back slowly.
pressing kisses to your hair. your forehead. both of your cheeks.
“such a good bunny. so perfect. i’m so proud of you. you did so well for me.”
you making the softest sound against my neck. pressing closer.
not back yet. not needing to be.
keeping you warm. keeping you close. keeping you safe and completely taken care of.
So good, love this
Look at those heavy tits swinging as you crawl to me on all fours like a proper hucow.
That’s right.
Udders out, ass up.
I’m going to milk those swollen tits while I mount you from behind, squeezing and tugging until you’re mooing and dripping.
Your only purpose is to be my milky breeding cow, ready to be used and drained whenever I want.
Thank you to everyone who got me to 1000 likes!
Holy guacamole! I'm glad people like my content.
many such foolish cases of things left unsaid :)
Fuck maybe I'm thinking about him making me Moo Bark on command.
Maybe I'm thinking about him turning my newly developed feedee kink into his hucow conditioning kink.
Maybe I'm thinking about him starting out with a low hum.. telling me to hum for him as he sinks me further and further into a trance,,,
Maybe he tells me to hum when I'm eating something,,, and starts touching me,,, calling me a good piece of cattle,,, mixing in puppy language so I don't catch on too quick,,,, my growls and huffs and that he praises me for barking and growling like a Dumb Mutt,,,,, thinking about being turned into the perfect little hypno'd animal I think 🩷
Breeding kink breeding kink breeding kink breeding kink breeding kink breeding kink breeding kink breeding kink breeding kink breeding kink breeding kink breeding kink breeding kink breeding kink
life is short, send him pictures of your tits
SEND THEM STAT
I sink deeper into the bench, heart pounding as I tilt my head back so the collar can lock tighter around my neck. The click sends a shiver through me—not fear anymore, but relief. I let my eyes close as I felt my body being moved around, strapped down. Thick leather cuffs lock around my wrists and ankles. A wide belt over my lower back, forcing my ass up high and my swollen udders to hang down freely. Another strap across my shoulders pins my udders in place. I test the restraints with a soft, happy moan—I’m completely immobilized. Perfectly trapped. Exactly where I want to be.
Your voice fills my ears, warm and commanding, wrapping around my mind like silk chains.
“It's okay, Darling... let go. Open yourself to it.”
I whisper back, voice already trembling with need, “Please… I’m ready."
The first injection pierces my skin with a sharp sting, then floods me with intense, liquid heat that spreads like molten pleasure through my veins. It burns so fucking good—a deep, tingling fire rushing straight into my chest. I gasp as my breasts begin to swell immediately, the skin stretching tight and sensitive while heavy, throbbing pressure builds inside. They grow rounder, fuller, ballooning outward into fatter udders that pull downward with increasing weight. The sensation is overwhelming: tight, warm, aching fullness as they expand, veins pulsing visibly under the stretched skin.
“Mmm… more…” I breathe, practically begging. Another needle, then another. Each injection sends fresh waves of heat cascading through me. My hips widen, ass growing softer, thicker, and plush. With every dose I feel my body softening further—a warm, heavy fullness settling into my belly and thighs, making me rounder, like I’m being gently filled out from within. It feels so right, turning me into the perfect livestock. The perfect cow. Whatever you desire.
My thoughts blur at the edges, but I don’t fight it. I welcome every second of the corruption. I look up at you with glassy, adoring eyes and see the proud look on your face, like an artist admiring their masterpiece. It makes me melt.
“That’s my good cow,” you murmur, moving closer. “So broken and docile for me. Let your mind soften and empty. I’ll take care of everything.”
I nod eagerly, “I want… to be empty… please.. mmmore…”
I watch as you lean close, and your fingers slide slowly through my hair.
That single touch. Your fingers gently stroking and running through my hair immediately floods me with warmth and safety. I lean into it with a quiet, sigh, eyes fluttering. In this moment I still feel like me. I can still remember my name, my old life, the person I used to be. But I also know, with perfect clarity, that this is the last time I will ever feel this way. This is my final "human" moment.
I nuzzle into your hand with what little movement I can. I don’t want to hold on anymore. I want to give everything to you.
You keep stroking my hair as you whisper, “That’s it… let it all go for me, my sweet cow. You don’t need to be her anymore. Just be mine.”
The last piece of resistance melts away under your touch. Old memories drift off like smoke. I smile softly, drool beginning to slip from my lips, and nod with complete trust.
You move and attach the cold suction cups tightly over my dripping teats, step back and flip the switch.
The milking machine hums to life. Strong, rhythmic suction begins—powerful, greedy pulls that drag thick jets of my milk out in noisy, splashing streams.
“Moooooooo”
Everyttug feels wonderful, emptying my heavy udders and what remains of my mind all together. I press my chest down into the cups, mooing happily as my body grows softer with every cycle. I sink willingly into blissful complete surrender.
You watch me while I moo and drip for you— your pet, so incredibly desperate and needy for more. Completely strapped down, immobile, still expanding, bigger, giving you everything I possibly can.
I watch as you move around behind me, but I’m too far gone to notice much of anything… That is, until I feel your cock press against my soaked cunt.
I relax completely and push back with a needy little moo, begging for you to take what's yours.
You slide into me slowly at first, reminding me of the care and love, savoring how eagerly my body welcomes you. Then you begin fucking me relentlessly. Hard. Deep. Possessive thrusts that slap loudly against my ass. You grip my hips firmly, pounding me without mercy while your voice stays full of warmth and praise.
“That’s my good pet… my perfect cow. Exactly how you should be.”
You fuck me in perfect rhythm with the milking machine, each powerful thrust driving me deeper into empty, blissful obedience. I moo louder and louder, completely lost in pleasure.
“Moooo. Moooooo. Mooooooo!”
The relentless thrusts, paired with your loving words, pushed me over the edge. I cum violently, udders spraying hard into the machine, eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. But my orgasm doesn’t stop you. If anything, it excites the sadistic side of you. A low, pleased chuckle escapes your lips as you feel my cunt clench and flutter around your cock. You use me even harder, slamming into me with cruel, bruising force, deliberately dragging out my pleasure until it borders on overwhelming.
You watch with dark affection as my mind breaks and fractures, over and over—each thrust breaking away another piece of who I used to be. “Look at you,” you murmur breathlessly, even as you wreck me, “falling apart so beautifully for me. My sweet, pathetic little cow… I love breaking you like this.”
I moo nonstop, louder and more broken with every thrust, completely lost. You keep pounding me through my climax, drawing it out mercilessly, savoring every twitch, every spray of milk, every desperate animalistic sound that falls from my lips.
Finally you bury yourself deep inside me. Thick, hot ropes of cum flood me, filling me until I'm swollen and owned. I moo endlessly through the orgasm, body shaking violently.
Strapped down, milked dry, freshly bred, and utterly docile—your broken, brainless cow, floating in warm, stupid bliss. No trace of my old self remains. Only your beloved, perfectly broken pet.
Oh, you're at work? Great, show me what your tits looks like hanging out of your professional wear.
I need to spend a few months conditioning a sub to only cum when they're playing with their nipples. encouraging them to squeeze their tits whenever they're horny and gently discouraging them from touching their cunt at all. then one night I'll start rubbing numbing cream on their nipples and watch them panic and start desperately squeezing and pulling and twisting their nipples all day until they accidentally make themself lactate
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GOD'S FAVOURITE MOOMOO #6
I wake up heavy and aching, my swollen udders full of urgent need. The desperate craving to milk myself pulses through my body, growing hotter and more overwhelming as my eyes slowly open and the thick morning fog begins to fade away from my mind.
Before I can even fully process what I’m hearing, my hand fumbles for my phone and shuts off the file. Instantly, you fade. Your voice that was echoing words I couldn't quite hold on too—that delicious voice that wraps around my mind and soul and melts me into nothing but dripping submission. Only the lingering echoes of your words remain, humming inside my chest.
My hands instinctively drift up to my udders in a sleepy, desperate haze. My fingers sink into the soft, swollen flesh and I squeeze hard, groaning with relief as warm jets of milk spill out. The hot liquid sprays, splattering across my body, running in messy, glistening rivers down the curves of my udders, coating my skin in shiny, sticky trails that drip all the way down to my belly and thighs.
Each squeeze and each spurt sends a wave of deep, pleasure through me. Every single drop that gushes out is sacred proof—undeniable evidence that I belong to you completely. This milk is yours. My body is yours. I am nothing but livestock, your devoted pet, your obedient little cow, existing only for you, to produce for you.
With every squirt, I feel my submission deepen. Each splash across my skin whispers the same truth: I was made to leak for you. I was made to be drained by you. I am so fucking owned. Every drop that escapes my aching udders is a confession of my worship, a physical declaration that my body, my pleasure, and my purpose all exist for your pleasure alone.
I squeeze harder, moaning and mooing louder, lost in the filthy bliss of knowing I’m nothing more than your milked, owned, and utterly devoted pet.
I want to be in a hucow gloryhole. My udders will be pumped nonstop and my lower body will be fixed so all I can do is moo and cry and struggle as load after load is fucked into me, sometimes using all 3 holes at once. If I struggle too much, the pumps are turned up higher until I'm begging to be fucked and bred to distract from how much my teats hurt. If I'm good, then I get to cum until that's unbearable too but I can't say stop because all I know is moo. Eventually I'd be so covered in cum, pumped and fucked out that I wouldn't even be able to remember that. And that's when the line to use me would triple in size.
You watch your own fat teats drag along the carpet floor, leaving globs of milk in their wake, as you walk around on all fours. After so many hours of milking and hole filling, your belly is round from lube, your own milk, and countless loads. Your nipples are swollen and dripping, sloppy and puffy from all the pumping. Your holes are spilling their contents, globs of the slimy mixture slipping out of you.
You feel like a real cow.
You look like a real cow.
Your udders are drenched.
You’ve earned this.
You’re so excited for tomorrow.
