The sound of that plop tho 🥵🥵😍😍

PR's Tumblrdome
No title available

ellievsbear
Cosimo Galluzzi
Sade Olutola
sheepfilms

bliss lane
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
RMH
art blog(derogatory)
Cosmic Funnies
The Bowery Presents
Doug Jones
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Phantogram Three

@theartofmadeline
Noah Kahan

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Color Me Curious

Discoholic 🪩
seen from United States

seen from Germany
seen from Canada
seen from United States

seen from Germany

seen from Sweden
seen from T1
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Ireland

seen from Germany
seen from Malaysia
seen from Germany

seen from Qatar
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from India
@the-milk-mistress
The sound of that plop tho 🥵🥵😍😍
I AM A DUMB COW
How did she get here? How did this happen to her? Well it was all her fault. After all she was the thief.
She used to work in a cafe. In a way she still did. However she used to work at the till, a pretty thing like her helping to bring in the customers. However that job gave her access to the customer’s money. It gave her a chance to take a cut that she wasn’t supposed to.
Her boss found out after finding that profits were down. However he didn’t fire her, he didn’t scold her, he didn’t even approach her. Instead what he did was got her a gift. He got a very special present; a collar.
She was surprised at the gift, a collar and a small, dingling, cow bell. However when her boss ordered her to wear it she had no choice but to try it on. It fitted her like a glove and didn’t feel too bad but then it was a collar. Why would she ever wanna wear a thing like that? Then her boss flicked the bell.
I AM A DUMB COW
A voice echoed through her mind. It was her voice but… what? Why had she thought of such a thing? Then her boss hit the bell again.
I AM A DUMB COW
It was there again and every time he hit the bell and made it jingle that same phrase rocked through her mind.
I AM A DUMB COW I AM A DUMB COW I AM A DUMB COW
She tried to remove it but when she pulled at the collar the bell rattled around.
I AM A DUMB COW
Every time she heard that phrase her head went empty, her body felt weak, she began to lose all control. She couldn’t resist, it was her own thoughts after all. Somehow the bell, every time it rung, it filled her with a thought that she had no way of denying.
I AM A DUMB COW
It’d been months since she’d been given her collar. She now lived with the boss, in his apartment. After all she wasn’t a human, she couldn’t be trusted to live on her own. She was a pet, a pet whose tits had inflated over time as her body had began to lactate naturally. After all she was a cow, it was what she had to do.
She perked up as she saw her boss coming in with a bucket in his hands, her nipples starting to leak into her specially made shirt. It was her favourite time of the day, draining time. After all it was all she was good for and there was a reason for that.
SHE WAS A DUMB COW
Hucow in service
Perfect !
Pink, sink, no need to think! Being a pretty pink pleasure puppet is so much easier then trying to have your own thoughts dont you think?
bigger and bigger, dumber and blonder, bimbo to fucktoy, i must obey
Time to visit the stables soon....
“I feel ridiculous.”
Well, you look hot as hell.
“It’s just…I know that lactation and tit worship are your thing, and I’m happy to give it a shot, but isn’t this whole thing taking it a bit…overboard?”
Let’s just give it a shot, okay? Five minutes. You don’t like it, we’ll stop.
“Fine…but isn’t the whole point of this that you worship my tits? How can you do that from another room?”
Give me a second…let me just finish…syncing up these files, and…
“Files?”
Okay, here we go.
YOUAREAHUCOWYOUAREAHUCOMOOWYOURUDDERSAREHEAVYYOURUDDERARELEAKMOOYYOURBRAINISEMPTYYOULIVETOBEFUCKEDYOULIMOOVETOBEMILKEDYOUAREAHUCOWYOUAREAHUCOMOOWYOUR-
“What the hell is this?”
You don’t have to listen to it too hard. Just let it kind of linger in the background noise, okay? Like static.
“Oh…kay…?”
Now just relax for me. No need to stand. We’ll both be sitting for this anyway, right? Just feel a wave of relaxation wash over your legs.
“Jeez, my knees just buckled.”
Maybe you should kneel. Give your legs some rest.
“Yeah…hey, what is this recording saying-?”
Now focus on what you’ll want me to do once I’m in there. Where should I even begin with your breasts?
“Mmmm…such a good question.”
Do you want me to cup them in my hands? Jiggle them around? Squeeze them?
“That sounds so hot.”
Give it a try. Close your eyes and play with your breasts. Get them ready for worship.
“That’s, um…okay?”
How does that feel?
“Mmmm, now you’re just teasing me. Get in here and suck on them.”
Do they feel soft?
“You know they do.”
Do they feel full?
“Um…I don’t…?”
Do you feel heavy?
“They…actually do feel heavier, yeah.”
How much heavier?
“I don’t really-”
Are you relaxed enough yet?
“Oh, umm…kind of? It’s pretty hard to relax with these voices in my ears.”
Maybe instead of just kneeling, you should get on your hands and knees?
“How will that help?”
It will relax you.
“I doubt tha…oh, this is actually mmore comfortable.”
Now, what were you saying about how heavy your breasts felt?
“Fuck, in this position, they feel very heavy…”
Just kind of hanging there, aren’t they?
“Yeah…”
How do they look?
“In this ridiculous costume you’ve got mme in? They look…actually…really dammn good.”
Of course they do. Especially when they sway back and forth.
“Oh shit…shit, they feel amazing when I do that.”
Heavy?
“Yes.”
Full?
“I…yes.”
Are you relaxed?
“Ummm-”
How heavy do your udders feel?
“Udders? I think that’s too-”
How heavy?
“…Very.”
Are you wet?
“Very…wait-”
Can you feel your udders leaking?
“Lea…Leaking?”
Are you relaxed?
“This is a lot-”
Body relaxed?
“Yes…”
Mind relaxed?
“I don’t…”
How heavy are they?
“Fuck, so heavy…”
What can I do to relieve that weight?
“Mmm…Mmmi…fuck…”
What do you want me to do?
“Mmmmoo…holy shit, what the hell is-?”
What are you desperate for, my little cow?
“Cuh…what are you doing to-?”
What do you need?
“…Mmm…mmmilk…mmme…”
My cow wants to be milked?
“Yes, please!”
Please what?
“I…hard to think…”
Then don’t think.
“Don’t-?”
Cows don’t think.
“I-”
What does my little cow want from her Master?
“Mmmm…Mmmm…Mmmmoo. Mooooo…”
There we go…now I’ll “worship” your udders. See, this isn’t so bad, is it?
“Mmmmooooooo…”
Now that’s how you get a cow
Mmmmmooooooooooo
When Boss Lady sees a demand in short supply she can go into the Emergency Protocols for converting the shopfloor into hucow production. Plenty volunteer selflessly for the greater good, others need some persuasion and reassurance, others need hardcore incentiving. She finds a way to get the job done. She is a visionary woman of action, how she became Boss Lady.
Ellie had taken her time. Meg had been completely straight when they moved in together, and brushed off Ellie’s half-teasing come-ons with no hesitation. But Ellie was dedicated, and not afraid to bend the rules.
The mind-softening drugs she’d bought online hadn’t had much in the way of dosage information or usage instructions, so she started small. Just a few drops in Meg’s coffee when she wasn’t looking. It took over two months to see any impact, but once Ellie knew it was working, she pushed.
She didn’t give orders right away - just suggestions. She complimented certain outfits, and noticed Meg wore them more often. She expressed her dislike for the guy Meg was dating, and that relationship fizzled out a couple of weeks later.
Ellie got more bold, asking Meg to pick up more chores around the apartment. Before long, she was inspecting her work, critiquing the dinners Meg prepared for her. Meg was contrite and apologetic whenever Ellie was critical.
After a while, their relationship was completely reinvented. Meg did what Ellie said - no questions asked. It was simply how things worked between them. So Ellie told her to put on some lingerie and jewelry, do her makeup nice. Meg complied.
Ellie had her stand at attention by the table while Ellie ate dinner. When she finished, she stood up, admiring her beautiful, compliant roommate.
“I think you’ve been confused,” Ellie said, looking her up and down. “You’re clearly in love with me. I don’t think you’re straight at all anymore. Right, sweetie?”
Meg didn’t reply. Her mind, half-mushed from months of hypnotic drugs, was slowly processing what Ellie was pressing into it.
Ellie leaned in, softly licking Meg’s lips. As Ellie’s tongue touched her, Meg’s mind fizzled, popped, and the old her crumbled away. She exhaled slowly, and Ellie’s lesbian loveslave was all that was left.
What a strange setup! The cow seems to think so too.
♥️ @foxy_menagerie @marymadisonlove London 2019 🥰 #marymadisonlove #codenamediablo #story #london #memories #picoftheday https://www.instagram.com/p/B-hhmwXiDhH/?igshid=me944xrywfy9
omg I really want a cute bell like that 🐮💕
Moo ❤️
Moo ❣️
I’d also love to have a classic cow bikini and collar with a bell like this. I already got the udders and the breeding hips. ;)
Pumping 💕
My new brand of ice cream called "Mind melting" was proving to be very popular and totally addicted. Maybe I should have told them that it contains my own hypnotic breast milk in it.
I don't think they mind because after a second ice cream cone of "Mind melting", they dont have a mind any more