For Chase, I was thinking he get’s his hands on a CloudNine and goes to the shed where he won’t be bothered while he smokes. He sets up a recording of himself to encourage him to smoke the cigar all the way through. Unbeknownst to him the cigar is enchanted and someone has hacked the recording. Rec!Chase begins to tell him how his breasts are filling with milk, how a cow has no thoughts only milk. And as Chase finishes the cigar, the screen glitches and the door opens. -😷 1/2
Chase is so excited to smoke the CloudNine, so excited to be empty and happy forever. he wants it so much that he records a video of himself giving encouragement to make sure he smokes it completely; he doesn’t want anything going wrong. he gets himself comfortable in the quiet, dusty shed and starts smoking, relaxing more and more with each puff as the video of himself plays, urging him to keep going. but then it changes... the Chase on the screen starts saying things he never said.
“you’re becoming a sweet little cow. a dumb, happy cow with so much milk in your big, soft breasts. so much milk that it drips from your pink, oh-so-sensitive nipples. you’re leaking, little cow. you need to be milked. you need someone to come take care of your full, milky tits and make you feel so good. how do good cows ask to be milked? that’s right, they beg. but not with words, oh no. cows don’t use words. what do cows say?”
Chase - now rock hard and sporting two wet spots on his shirt where his nipples have begun to drip with milk - inhales the last of the CloudNine, altering his brain forever, and breathes out the final puff of pink smoke with a soft, moaned moo.
as soon as the sound passes through his lips, the door of the shed opens and the screen of Chase’s laptop flickers with static. Marvin walks in, eyeing him hungrily, and Anti pulls himself out of the screen to stand beside him, smirking down at Chase.
“hello, little cow,” he purrs, bending down to give his breast a squeeze. Chase moans and arches into Anti’s hand, hoping for more.
“fuck, look at him,” Marvin says. he steps forward, nudging Anti out of the way, and places a thick black collar with a large golden bell on it around Chase’s neck. “come on, Chase, hands and knees. follow us, we’re gonna go have some fun.”
Chase obeys, clumsily sliding out of his chair and dropping to all fours, looking up at Anti and Marvin with a whine.
“not so many words,” Anti tells Marvin. “he’s stupid now, you have to talk to him differently. Chase!”
Chase straightens hopefully, jutting his heavy breasts out with a quiet “moo?”
excitement fills Chase to the very core. milking time! it was milking time! he crawls to Anti’s feet and butts his head against his leg, mooing eagerly. the bell around his neck jingles, and the sound only makes him happier.
“see? that’s how you do it,” Anti says to Marvin smugly. Marvin rolls his eyes and tugs on the rope tied to Chase’s collar.
“come on, boy. good cow.”
Anti and Marvin head out of the shed and Chase follows, tits swaying beneath him and bell ringing brightly as he crawls and thanks his new masters with a litany of soft, happy moos.
