I haven't been overly freaked out, nor have I written a longer post in a while, so to celebrate the great orgasm I just had, gonna go head and be horny lil sucker for a bit. . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖
[cw: mentions of being bred and sliiiight cnc?]
Thinking about a scenario where I become a housecow owned by three dom feeders.
After recently becoming friends with one, I get invited to hang out at their place. They introduce me to their two roommates. After shaking hands, one stays in the living room to get to know me, while the third is busy in the kitchen. I can't help but get distracted by the smell of some sort of stew and what I believe to be brownie mix on the side. It smells amazing and I... could definitely eat.
As if to tattle on me, my belly growls loudly in the middle of a conversation. The roommate and my friend exchange concerned looks before asking when was the last time I've eaten. It's only been an hour and I half, I say. But deep down, I know a bag of chips and a Slim Jim wasn't a meal. I assure them I can make it til I go home. In fact, I've probably overstayed my welcome now and should get going.
But the moment I get up and start to gather my things, I feel a tug on my shirt by my friend. They insist I don't go yet. At least, not until I've had a proper meal. They claim the plan was to surprise me with a homemade dinner to welcome me into the family.
I lose track of time and I'm suddenly met with a large bowl filled with plenty of rice, steak, potatoes, and cabbage. I take a bite and exclaim to all three about how good this is. It was far better than what I'd whip up at home.
"Family" was... a little weird. But I didn't think much else of it. Maybe everyone here was just overly friendly.
They let me get a few more bites in before my friend offers to spoonfeed me themselves. In an attempt to not be rude and make things awkward, I let them. I'm not one to refuse being pampered.
I don't notice their roommate's hands gliding up and down my thigh for a while. I'm too focused on trying to finish all this food. The roommate unbuttons my jeans for me, claiming that they looked tight and I'd feel better with it undone. When did their hand even get under my top?
Their hand continues to make their way up my big, doughy belly and onto my breast. I let out a soft whimper as I feel myself getting fondled. They lean over, and before I can react, I feel their teeth biting down on my neck. I can't help but moan this time.
My legs naturally part, trying to make room for my growing gut but to also act as an invitation for more. All at once, I'm being stuffed, rubbed and bitten. It's enough to make my brain melt.
After two and a half bowls and a couple brownie slices, I'm a heavy, brain-foggy mess. I've been stripped to just my panties and I've been passed around for makeout sessions for quite some time. My friend eventually has enough, though, and pushes me on my back. They snicker to themselves as they investigate the growing wet spot I have down there.
"I always knew you were a silly cow just walking around pretending to be human," they say as they give my firm belly a good smack. "Fuck, you're huge. Wonder how much bigger you'd be with a calf or two in there."
"I bet she could hold four," a roommate chimes in. They look me up and down, probably fantasizing to themselves. I can see the growing bulge in their pants, too.
"We got you another surprise, big girl!" The third roommate returns to the room with a frilly pink dress and a collar to match in their hands. "We weren't sure about your size. This might be a little tight, but don't worry. We'll buy you another one if that's the case."
"I think she'd look cute with a little bow, too. What do you think, sweetheart?"
Right as I'm about to answer, I feel something vibrate between my legs. I look down to find my friend rubbing a toy against me, looking at me with a pleased expression. "Well? Give them an answer, cutie."
All I can muster is a nod. The tightness I feel in my tummy and the toy is far too much for me to handle.
"That's it, pet. Give in. Welcome home. We're so glad to finally have you."
As if one the roommates could read my mind, they bend down to kiss me and gently rub my belly. "Don't worry. We're gonna take good care of you. We'll make you forget what being empty feels like."
