Tittytoy woke up, ready to start the day. Now that Master turned Valeria into Stripbunny, Tits had to share her room with her, too, as opposed to just with Bimbodoll. As Tits opened her eyes, lifting her head to see what was making the noise that woke her up, she saw that Stripbunny was on the new treadmill wearing her white bunny outfit, even using the heels; it seemed like she was not only exercising, but also training herself to walk more sexily in her outfit.

Master, using the abundance of funds that Bimbodoll, being excessively rich, had given him and Bella access to following her enslavement, bought a treadmill for his slaves to use, ordering them to use it to maintain their figures. Stripbunny mostly used it though, because it was pretty thematically consistent and complementary: since she was a Bunny, she had to use the equivalent of an exercise wheel, like a little bunny. Also, she was the tightest and the fittest out of the girls, and Bella wanted to keep her that way.

Justin and Bella also enjoyed watching the other girls use the treadmill though, since they could usually see their assets bounce in their skimpy little outfits. Whenever he told her to, Bella would use it as well, though, a little embarrassed and flattered that Justin liked watching her body move on it.

Tittytoy sat up, stretching, and looked down at her naked breasts, which were so big, they obstructed her view of almost everything above her thighs. Every night before she went to bed, she took off her breast decorations, since her large breasts alone were hard enough to sleep with. She looked over at the cabinet, where there was one drawer full of sex toys for each slave. She opened hers, first taking out her nipple strings, which she tied around each nipple to keep them erect and sensitive. She then put on her red, heart-shaped booby stickers, and on top of those, she put on her bronze nipple clamps, which each had bronze little bells hanging off of them. She took 2 chains, and hooked 1 to each nipple clamp, letting them sway beneath her breasts to be used as leashes. She took the last chain and connected each end to each nipple clamp. The last chain was so short that, since it was connected to both breasts, it pulled them together, giving her cleavage. Tittytoy wasn't sure why Master wanted her to wear all this stuff, but she did like the way that the decorations looked, and she'd learned to get horny with the sound of the bells ringing, as they rung the most when people played with her breasts.

Then Tittytoy thought of something she hadn't before. Pavlovian training was the cause of her excitement from hearing the ringing of the bells, as she associated pleasure with the auditory stimulus after being repeatedly exposed to both stimuli simultaneously.

Tittytoy sat there, wide-eyed for a moment, not sure where the thought had come from. She was confused, as her mind was usually much more blank. She realized that that was also pretty strange... Of course, she knew that she was just a fucktoy, so, being so dumb was natural for her, but... It didn't make sense. Her mind wasn't always so blank. She could vaguely remember being... more coherent maybe?

Tittytoy was glaring and squinting at the floor, trying to remember something, when Bimbodoll, who had been laying belly-down, completely naked, doing her makeup using a little pink mirror, noticed and giggled. "Hey, Titsy! You look like you've been thinking! Are you ok? Girls aren't supposed to think!" Tittytoy thought about this for a second, knowing she was right, but it felt... off. "Yes, I'm aware... But I think I'm supposed to know something else..."

"Girl, if you wanna know something, Daddy can help you out! He always makes me feel simpler when I think about thinking!" Bimbo giggles again, bouncing giddily on her fake bimbo breasts; Stripbunny, looking back at both of them while still running on the treadmill, nods her head. "I agree Tits, Master can probably help you out." Bunny pauses for a second, drooling onto her chest thinking about him, before stumbling for not paying attention and getting back to running. Bunny was hardly panting at all, having already been seasoned in cardio before having become a slave.

Titsy looked at the two of them, knowing that what they were saying was true, but she felt cautious, as if she was aware that Justin had something to do with her strange empty headedness. She then shook her head, as if to ignore this, knowing that the other slaves were right. She should talk to Master. Tittytoy put on her crimson panties and bounced into the next room over where Justin, Bella and Sophie slept, her bells jingling as she moved. Though Bella was getting herself washed up in the bathroom and Sophie was out in university (as she still lived her normal life when not at home, just like Bella), Justin was still half-asleep, lazily snuggling himself into the late hours of the morning.

Titsy, knowing that she had to do something special that he had taught her if she wanted to get Master's attention, kneeled in front of him next to the bed, and started bouncing her breasts wildly, making her bells ring until he woke up. She blushed a little, feeling embarrassed as she did this, even though she usually always bounced her breasts without thinking about it; it was as if she was just now becoming conscious of the shame of this licentious, hedonistic act. He smiled as he opened his eyes, his voice still scraggy from sleep. "Hey, Tits. What's up?" He quickly noticed, however, that she didn't have the same giddy enthusiasm and mindless lust as before, and he sat up attentively, realizing something was off. "Tell me what's wrong, Tittytoy." She looked up at him, a little frustrated.

"M-Master," (she hesitated before calling him that, her skepticism growing), "I... was thinking about something. I usually don't because..." She pauses, looking down at her breasts, and blushing. "...I'm usually... pleasuring... myself..." She then looks up at him again. "But... I've been remembering... something. I think I used to be able to think more clearly, sir! What's happening to me?"

Justin thinks for a moment, somewhat cautious. It made sense, to be fair. She'd never received any actual hypnotic substances, she'd only received an overwhelming dosage of pleasure through her extremely erogenously enhanced breasts, which made her extremely susceptible to suggestion. But, this also made her the least likely to remain psychological altered, so he always had his suspicions that this day might come. He thought for a split second about using this opportunity where she is still vulnerable to force her back into submission, but he sighed, deciding against it. He decided, instead, to be blunt, knowing she could take the truth without watering it down.

"Tittytoy, your original name is May. You used to be my psychology professor, and you were damn good at it. In fact, you taught me everything that I've used for this... 'social experiment.'" May looked up at him, visibly frustrated, her eyes clearing as her memories began to resurface. "I sort of arbitrarily decided to use you as my 3rd subject for this experiment. You were somewhat accessible, as I knew you well enough to figure out how to approach you successfully, and, like all our other girls, you would be extremely enjoyable, considering how hot you are." She blushed, looking down at her breasts and suddenly much more conscious of all the humiliating attire she had on. She then covered her breasts, crossing her arms over them, and started to reflect on what she was learning.

Justin continued. "I believed it would be somewhat justified, considering how obviously nihilistic and depressed you had become, and admittedly took some guilt off my shoulders by telling myself that you would conclude that hedonism is the only remaining alternative in life." He then stopped, looking at her, and awaiting her response. He also noticed that Bella had emerged from the bathroom and was looking at the two of them from the bathroom doorway, her eyebrows furrowed as she looked down at the scene; she wasn't angry, but curious, interested in how May would react, though not expecting much other than panic.

So, it surprised Bella (though not Justin, as he had gotten to know May before she was his slave) when May didn't panic, her reason having reemerged entirely. "You're something, Justin. This is incredibly illegal and morally reprehensible. I, personally, however, won't judge you for it, as morality doesn't have much of a place in the eyes of reason. I won't say this should be condoned, but I admit it's somewhat admirable." She then turned to Bella, which startled her, making her jump, as Bella thought that May hadn't noticed her. She'd, however, caught Justin's eye as he glanced over at her. "I assume, considering your obviously close relationship with him, that you are either reluctantly acquiasant or complicit in this, 'Kitty'?"

She raised her eyebrows, not expecting this from Tittytoy, but decided that if Justin trusted her enough to be transparent, than she would as well. "I'm somewhat complicit. Haven't studied psychology or biochemistry, but I've happily helped Justin in this; altruism and good-will isn't my thing."

"I understand." She turned to Justin. "So, now that you've told me this, what are your plans?"

"Well, if I'm right about what I'd theorized, then I don't have much to worry about. The respect you hold to hedonism as well as your disregard for morality would keep you apathetic to telling the cops about my activities."

"And what if I hold a personal grudge against you?"

"You don't. You're reasonable enough to consider that, in general, grudges, being based purely in emotion, aren't going to help you or anyone else in any way, and being submissive to them would mean allowing yourself to be a slave to self-destructive behaviour. It's a bad decision."

"But is submission and being a slave not what you've been teaching me, 'sir'?" May raised an eyebrow, poking fun at him.

"Wittiness isn't an argument, unfortunately."

May smiles. "You got me there, Justin. Ah, but submitting to emotions in itself is hedonistic, no? So why not?"

"Because, unlike the hedonism I've provided you, that would only be mildly satisfactory. Considering all the lengths I took to keep the experiment from being traumatizing to you, there wouldn't be much hatred to actually fuel your trauma, if there is any. In fact, for this same reason, I predict that you won't only refrain from snitching, you're gonna stay."

May raises her eyebrows, smiling, somewhat impressed. "You're as I remember you, Justin. And you're not wrong." She blushes, knowing what she's agreeing to. "I do admit, though, that even with reason, not feeling shame about this is... difficult."

Justin smiles for a moment. "Exposure therapy, then, Tittytoy." May chuckles, hearing her "name", and nods. "I assume you have something in mind?"

"Yup. Put your arms down and bounce your tits for me, Titsy. Your funbags should get you aroused enough. I'll go set up the plan." May sighs and obeys, still shameful at the licentiousness of the act. She starts bouncing her breasts, and with every bounce feels herself become aroused, starting to have the impulse to moan.

As he leaves the room, he looks over at Bella who was staring at him, amused and somewhat aroused by his determined skill, not to mention just plain impressed by their psychological stand-off. He notices, and does his cute half smile, before taking her by the butt and pulling her up a little as he kisses her.

"She's not the only one I'm treating today, though, Bella. It seems you have something to work out with a certain someone." Bella pouts unintentionally, knowing exactly what he was talking about. "And what if I don't wanna?"

"You're going to."

"Yes sir," she said quickly and quietly, smiling softly. She loved to act so submissive for him, but was dreading a bit having to work out her problems with... her.

"Go wait at the couch." Bella scurried off, her tail swaying behind her. Justin then went to the slave room where Bimbo was finishing up her makeup and Bunny was getting off her treadmill.

"Hi, Daddy!" Bimbo bit her lip, loving how Justin looked with his unbuttoned button-up and boxers on.

"Morning, Bimbo." He went into the closet and got out some special equipment for Tittytoy; before heading to the closet with the equipment though, he tapped Bimbo's ass with his foot. "You come too, Doll. You and Kitty have some business we need to deal with." Bimbo looked up at him, and looked mildly annoyed. "But I didn't do anything!"

"Put on your clothes and go to the living room. Now."

Bimbo groaned, but got up, looking at the floor, still annoyed. "Yes, Daddy..." As he left, Bimbo started to put on her favorite slutty things to wear. Justin then went into the living room where Bella was waiting, and she helped him set up the equipment that he was going to use on May.

Once Bimbo was dressed up in her favorite outfit (a hot-pink bra, hot-pink waist high panties, a short, light pink skirt, and an extra small, tight, hot-pink crop top with lots of cleavage and "I LUV 8==D" in red across the front), she left the slave room, leaving Stripbunny on her bed to rest (and touch herself a little) after her workout.

As Bimbodoll left her room and went into the living room, she saw Kitty there, sitting on the couch as Justin put the finishing touches on May's new machine. When Bimbo saw the machine, she giggled, knowing that it would be perfect for May, but she then turned to Kitty, and her face scrunched up in annoyance. "Daddy, what's the cat doing on the couch?" Kitty glared at her loathingly, almost hissing in the back of her throat. "Don't think too hard, Doll. You're brain might pop." Bimbo crossed her arms angrily.

Justin sighed, annoyed at their constant bickering. "Girls, be nice. Bimbo, you know that Kitty is allowed wherever she wants." Kitty smirks as he says this, Bimbo grumbling but nodding. "And Kitty, don't be so mean to Bimbo; it's not her fault she's so vacant." Bimbo smiled condescendingly, not knowing what vacant means, while Kitty tried not to giggle.

"Sorry Master!" Kitty says, a little sarcastically.

"Sorry, Daddy..." Bimbo says much more genuinely, though still glaring at Kitty.

Justin rolled his eyes, and then turned to put the finishing touches on May's machine. "May, get in here," he called, and in a few moments, she walked in, her bells ringing. There was an obvious stain in her panties from all the breast bouncing, but she tried to act composed. Once she saw the machine, she gasped, caught off guard for once.

"A milking machine?...You're planning to milk me?" She calmed herself, though still not sure what to think. However, Justin responded accordingly. "You don't get to worry about it. Get down on all fours like the fucking animal you are, let your udders hang below you, and wait for further commands." May blushed, knowing that he was trying to humiliate her to advance the aforementioned "exposure therapy", but she couldn't help but feel degraded. It was enjoyable, as it had been since she became Tittytoy. She nodded silently and got on all fours, her decorated breasts hanging beneath her.

Justin momentarily turned to Kitty and Bimbo. "You two, you're going to make up. By making out. While I help Titsy here with her slutty little problem." Kitty almost protested, looking at him with her mouth open as if to say, "That's not fair!", but she then closed it, looking defeated. Bimbo, meanwhile, nodded, pouting at the same time while looking at the floor. She then walked over to Kitty, who was still on the couch, and sat down next to her, leaning towards her. Kitty glared at her as she leaned towards her, before sighing and kissing Bimbo. Bimbo blushed a little, having to kiss Kitty of all people, and Kitty just closed her eyes, her expression angry but compliant. They slowly got more passionate, with Bimbo putting her hands on Kitty's waist as Kitty put her arms around Bimbo's neck.

Justin, meanwhile, went over to his desk and got two new syringes he had made. He brought them over to May, who was waiting patiently for him, and squatted next to her. "I know that a few months ago, you were producing milk. And I know that, although to a lesser degree, you still are. So, can you guess what these do, or is your brain too filled with girly little thoughts?"

May blushed again, and nodded. "They increase my milk production..."

"Exactly."

Justin took the two syringes and injected each one of her breasts with them. As he did so, she tried her best to hold back her screams, though she was whimpering pretty loudly. However, once he was done, the pain quickly subsiding, and she didn't notice any change. He took her by her breast leashes and led her to the milking machine, where he clamped her knees and hands to the floor. He undid her breast decorations, taking off the bells, clamps, strings and stickers. Her nipples already sore, he attached the vacuums to each of her breasts. He then turned on the machine, and let it run.

As soon as it started sucking, May moaned, her breasts still hypersensitive despite everything, and even more so just having had all those decorations on. However, she really started to whimper with pleasure once her nipples started dripping occasional drops of milk, as she felt each drop leave her nipples; the production was minimal, as she hadn't breastfed or been properly milked in months. She felt a little excited, finally knowing who she truly was after all this time, yet being so lecherous and promiscuous all the same. She was already feeling her shame melt away, being so inescapably exposed to humiliation, and was starting to feel the eagerness of her more lustful phase return, albeit without the empty-headedness.

While May moaned her heart out as the machine worked its magic, Justin turned his attention back to the other two girls. Bimbo had been a little too eager, groping Kitty's breasts, so, in response, she got much more aggressive and began clawing sensually at Bimbo's back, making her whimper as Kitty forced her tongue into Bimbo's mouth. Bimbo looked desperately at Justin for help, and once he noticed, his expression hardened. "Cumkitty!"

Her head shot up as he heard him call her name so angrily, and she realized she had messed up. It almost never happened, she was always such a good girl for him, so to hear him say her name so angrily frightened her. She pulled herself away from Bimbo, embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry, Justin, she was just... I'm sorry..." Justin looked at Bimbo's back, and saw the scratch marks. He touched them lightly, but she whimpered in response, making him glare at Bella.

"I never told you to hurt her." Kitty whimpered and avoided eye contact, hating that Justin was disappointed in her. He was usually so calm and understanding. He turned to Bimbo. "Are you okay?" She nodded, glancing at Kitty, a little frightened.

Justin then turned to Kitty, wearing a much more composed expression. He noticed her eyes were watery, so he sighed, before taking her by the chin, gently making her look at him, and smiling sympathetically. "Kitty, it's alright. I forgive you. But you're going to be punished so it doesn't happen again, understand?" Kitty smiled slightly as she looked up at him innocently, and nodded, relieved.

"Good girl. Until I say so, no touching yourself." Bella's eyes widened, having grown accustomed to constant arousal, but she nodded again. He then turned to Bimbo. "Today, you're going to give me a blowjob."

Bimbo's eyes widened and she clapped her hands giddily. "YAY! Thank you, Daddy!" Kitty meanwhile, looked extremely disappointed, but didn't protest, Bimbo smirking at her. Bimbo then quickly turned back to Justin, getting back to her job; she unzipped his jeans and pulled down his boxers, revealing his hard 6.5 inch penis. Having been hypnotized to be extremely misogynistic, she felt extremely humbled and wet as she knelt in front a cock as a woman.
"Thank you for your cock, Daddy!" She smiled girlishly, before pressing her lipsticked lips to the head of his penis. Justin took her head firmly in his large, smooth hand, though not yet forcing her against him, letting her take her time as she licked his head, making her way down the shaft, giving his balls a cute little kiss, before starting to suck on them. She then made her way back up to the head, and suckled on it for a little bit, before taking it in entirely, his shaft finally making its way between her lips. Justin, all the while, began moaning, softly at first, though slowly picking up the pace.

He felt a little bad for Bella having to punish her this way, though. She had her hands on her thighs as she knelt, dejectedly looking at Bimbo blow Master, as she tried not to reach down to touch her throbbing clit, or up to fondle her breasts.

Bimbo quickly finished up with Master's blowjob, as he didn't bother to last long, since it wasn't the point. He slapped one of Bimbo's firm plastic breasts through her shirt, making her giggle, before cumming in her mouth. "No swallowing, Bimbo. Wait there, mouth open."

Before continuing, Justin noticed, however, that Tittytoy was starting to moan louder. He glanced over at her and was pleased to see that the serum had started working. Her breasts were enlarging bit by bit. They were already the biggest among the slaves at E cups, but now they were becoming incomparably large. The process wasn't done however, and Justin still had to finish up with the other girls. He lowered himself next to Bella, deciding to finally treat the source of her aggression towards Bimbo.

"Cumkitty, Bimbo of all people isn't going to replace you. She's practically an actual fuckdoll, and she's not even cruel anymore. She can be a little immature and teasing, but don't take it personally." He leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Jenny is an empty headed bimbo, not raging bitch. She might want to be your friend more than she lets on." Bella felt a little pity considering that it's possible after Justin had brainwashed her.

Justin, not whispering anymore, then questioned, "Bella. Are you going to stop being hostile to Bimbodoll?" Bella frowned for a second, thinking about it, before deciding, slightly less reluctantly, to give her a chance. "Yes, sir..."

"Good girl!" He pet her with one hand while rubbing her aching cunt with the other, making her writhe and moan in pleasure, closing her eyes and smiling happily.

"Alright Kitty, do you want my cum?" She nodded, adoring being able to drink up cum. Justin then turned back to Bimbo, who had obediently and degradingly been holding the cum in her mouth the entire time. "Bimbo, open your legs for Kitty." Her eyes turned a little fearful, since she wasn't sure if she could trust Kitty with such vulnerability, Bimbo's cunt being enhanced to be much more sensitive. Kitty looked down at the floor shamefully as she saw Bimbo look scared. But Bimbo didn't disobey, and spread her thighs, her short skirt easily being pulled up to reveal her pretty pink panties. "Kitty, I want you to touch her, and lick up the cum out of her mouth while you do so." Kitty nodded, and crawled over to Bimbo, who flinched as Kitty first touched her. However, Kitty was much more tender and gentle than before, and as she slowly rubbed and pushed against Bimbo's panties with one hand, making her moan in her high pitched girly moans, she took Bimbo's face gently in her other hand and began licking up the cum in her mouth, occasionally giving her little kisses as she did so.

"Good girls. Once you're done, you can cuddle together." Justin smiled, satisfied, and moved back to Tittytoy, who was now a sigh to behold. Panting and sweating with pleasure as her juices flowed down her thighs and she drooled onto the floor, eyes rolled back, her breasts had grown from E cups to F cups, and were relentlessly squirting milk into the suction cups, which in turn were bringing the milk through tubes into a tank. She had already filled it to about a liter, and she wasn't stopping. Justin squatted down in front of her. "Aww, is Tittytoy enjoying herself? Or do you still prefer 'May'?" She moaned in response, not able to enunciate enough to speak. She felt utterly objectified, being sexualized and humiliated because of her breasts, and even their sacred womanly worth of producing milk being taken away through degradation. She loved it. "Tittytoy it is, then." Justin reached forward and groped both her breasts, pulling them down as if milking a cow, and Tits, in response, immediately came, spasming and curving her back inwards with pleasure, pushing her hips back and waving her ass and breasts as she squirted all over herself, reduced to an animal in heat, pathetically craving arousal. She didn't cool down afterwards though, as the machine kept milking her, not giving her a break and making her moan and drip.

"Can you still think, or are you too in love with these boobies of yours?" May's mind was muddied with pleasure, but it wasn't as if she had returned to being hypnotized. She was processing what was happening, retaining her intelligence, but even so, it didn't matter. She was naked in a milking machine being uncontrollably pleasured and not able to utter anything other than moans. He succeeded in taking her dignity, forcing her into pathetic inferiority, and she was revelling in the hedonism of it.

"Alright, how about this. If you can hear me, moo for me, Tits." She felt herself get hornier, if that was even possible, as he called her Tits. He took her breasts and turned them into playthings for him, reminders of her use as a sextoy, just huge funbags to be used and abused. And he stripped her of her self-importance and notions of equality or respect, basing her entire identity over the fact that her breasts were large, fun to play with, and that touching them made her squeal. She shuddered, orgasming again as she thought about this, and whimpering, she obeyed him.

"...M...m-MOOOOOOOOO!" she moaned, smiling stupidly as she caught her breath, gasping for air as she finished squirting all over her thighs again, the puddle beneath her crotch getting big enough to envelope her knees, and her pussy spasming and swelling as the machine continued to stimulate her breasts. "Good girl." Tits looked up at him blissfully as he brushed her black hair aside. "Your milking will take a while, so enjoy yourself. Your udders still have a lot of milk to give, girl." Tittytoy nodded, almost able to enunciate "thank you", though not quite, as it came out sounding like "ten kuh." She giggled a little, before being interrupted by a moan as the machine sucked on her relentlessly.

Justin turned back to the girls and saw Kitty had finished licking the cum out of Bimbo's mouth. She was licking Bimbo's lips and then licking her own, cleaning them both up sensually and gently, still fingering Bimbo who was on the verge of her third orgasm, leaning back on her hands as she whimpered, having run out of moans. Kitty made her way down to her cunt with her tongue, teasing her nipples through her shirt, then going to her belly, and finally nibbling softly on her clit, sucking it slightly as she pushed 2 of her fingers against Bimbo's pussy walls. Bimbo couldn't hold it in anymore and came again, wetting Kitty's tongue and lips with her juices, which she licked up happily, though they weren't as yummy as Master's cum. Bimbo collapsed backwards against the couch, panting gently as she let out girly whimpers. Kitty, meanwhile, still on her knees, looked up at Justin, smiling innocently as she finished licking Bimbo's pussy juices off her lips. "Did I do well, Master?"

Master, already hard again watching her be so cute, smiled and nodded. "Absolutely, Kitty." He got down, kissing her as he took her collar with one hand and her butt with the other, firmly pulling her to her feet and making her blush as he manipulated her body so easily. He then looked over at Bimbo. "Doll, how do you feel about Kitty?" Kitty felt a little embarrassed as she looked over at Bimbo, awaiting her response, but Bimbo smiled, recomposing herself a bit, girl cum still dripping down her thighs. He thought for a moment, before looking at Kitty. "...You're, like, pretty alright!" Kitty sighed, but smiled. Probably the nicest thing Bimbo had said to her.

Justin smiled, clapping his hands together. "Wonderful. I expect you both to be good little slaves from now on." He then kissed Kitty's forehead. "Good job, Kitty." Kitty beamed, before scurrying off to cuddle with Bimbo as ordered, letting Justin finish up with Tittytoy.

She, meanwhile, almost looked like she was melting, not writhing anymore and just letting out small tired moans, a wide smile on her face, her limbs basically giving in entirely as her vagina kept leaking streams of cum down her thighs. She looked up at Justin and let out a little chuckle, again interrupted by her rhythmic moans in sync with the suction of the milking machine. Justin got down, looking at the cups, and noticed that her nipples were still giving unprecedented amounts of milk. He decided that he'd put her in the machine again later, but for now, it was time to finish her transition.

He went to his closet and got out her new outfit, which he had been planning to give her ever since he started suspecting that her hypnosis might wear off. He brought it into the living room, before unclasping her from the machine and finally, taking off the cups, making her let out a long moan of pleasure and relief. Her nipples and areola were swollen and huge, way more than normal, but her breasts were much more impressive: full G cups, her mammaries having been hyper developed and enlarged by the serum. He had called them udders before, but now, they were big enough to fit that script.

As Tittytoy got out of the machine, she sat down, butt on her heels and knees pointing inwards, she looked up at him, her expression painted with pure euphoria.

"Hey, Tits, milking position." She smiled and nodded emptily, getting on all fours and letting her udders hang beneath her; hell, they were almost touching the ground. She could still think intelligently, but it didn't matter to her at the moment. She was so immersed in the pleasure that her "udders" provided her, she didn't need to be smart. Her shame of the licentious nature of her position was completely dissolved. She was a sex slave, now. She didn't really have anything better to do with her life, anyways. She would indulge in this hedonism, being his fuckpet, his Tittytoy, and she would learn her place at his feet, being milked like an animal, and she would accept it, because she loved it.

Justin walked around to her backside and slapped one of her asscheeks, and, almost on cue, she let out a long "Moooo!".

"You're not only living up to your name, Tittytoy, you're surpassing it. You're livestock now. Your ex already breeded you, but now, I get to milk you. From now on, you're going to be my horny little Tittycow."

Tittytoy mooed happily again, this time louder and more excitedly, sensually waving her wide hips and ass. Justin chuckled, hand on her ass. "Great. And I have the perfect outfit for you. On your feet."

"Tittycow" obeyed, and once on her feet, Justin began decorating her breasts again. They were the same decorations: strings tight around her already huge nipples, nipple clamps and bells hanging off of them, chain connecting the clamps and giving her cleavage, two leashes hanging from each one. Except now, the heart stickers on her nipples weren't red anymore. They were one black, one white. Fitting, for her new theme.

Next, he gave her a pair of cow ears, black and white, which he fit onto her head. Off of her real ears, he put "earrings": each ear with a yellow tag that says "TITTYCOW" and "SLAVE #3" below it. Afterwards, he gave her stockings, cow patterned, as well as a 2 inch long skirt, also cow patterned, and finally, a pair of cow patterned panties. Once she saw the panties however, she gasped. They, like Cumkitty's, Bitchpuppy's, and Stripbunny's, had a hole in the back of them. As she put them on, she opened her mouth, knowing what was coming.

Justin took the buttplug, stuck it in her mouth for her to suck on and lubricate, and finally, pushed it into her ass. It was big, too big to take out easily, so the perfect size, and, coming out of the end, it had a white cow tail with a black puff on the end. She shook her new tail, twerking it a little to make it bounce, before Justin slapped her ass again, making her moo.

As she finished adjusting to her tail, Bitchpuppy came in, and, as per her routine, immediately started getting undressed, knowing the rules. She quickly took off her clothes, put on her collar, and shoved the anal hook tail between her fat ass cheeks, moaning from the hypersensitivity of it, before getting on all fours, clipping the chain of the hook to her leash (making her bend her back inwards), wagging her tail and barking happily.

"Puppy, perfect timing." He pet her head, before spanking her ass and pointing to the huge puddle of girl cum Tittycow had left on the floor because of her milking. "I want you to clean that up for me." Puppy yipped, a little unhappy about licking up girl cum, but not disobeying Master. She crawled over to the puddle and started lapping it up submissively, waving her ass slowly as the anal hook stimulated her and pleasured her erogenous asshole.

Justin took Tittycow by her breast leashes and pulled on them, making her weak at the knees. She followed him down the hallway, him spanking Puppy's ass as he left and making her whimper with pleasure. "Let's go, Tittycow." He led to the slave room and patted her on the ass, before turning to the other slaves in the room. "Bunny, Bimbo, this is the new and improved Tittycow. Feel free to suck on her udders, she loves it." He then turned to Titsy, and whispered in her ear, "Have a good time, May." May blushed at the fact that he acknowledged her consciousness and still objectified her, before mooing and scurrying into the room as he slapped her ass, Bunny and Bimbo reaching out to her breasts to grab them, and to eagerly start drinking their milk, simultaneously, making her cum.