Translated by Pimanko. Chapter 7 The First Milking Stephanie had already been a prisoner at the Good Breast farm for ten days now. Claude, the dairy's director was regularly getting news about his newest acquisition's transformation. Claudine, his assistant, gave him daily updates about the journalist's transformation. "She's developing well," she told hi...
"Sir, I've made my decision." Stone just looked at her over the breakfast table, not saying a word. She looked down, not meaning to look at her full udders, but also not being able to help it since they were so large and displayed on the shelf bra. The sight of them brought her back to her decision. "I will be your cow." Stone didn't say a word, just co...
*Note: some obvious stuff - all characters in this story are at least 18 years old, this is all fictional, if you're not a fan of this kind of story prolly shouldn't be reading it now, huh? Also, not a writer, so not only is this my first real story to just throw onto this site. Might not follow it up I don't really know. Hope you enjoy!* ***** Pauline loo...
I am in a hallway, on all fours, my ears on top of my head, my tail firmly planted in my rear end, blindfolded with ear plugs. There is a tug at the leash attached to my collar and I am led several feet into a room. A stool is slid under my stomach, the edge against the underside of my breasts, which are hanging down, and I am strapped down. Another stool is...
This has been written as a one-off while I write some more stories for Jason & Katie. This story is quite different to the 'Jason & Katie' stuff, but rest assured it still involves lots of hyper action! This one has some heavy BDSM elements, and has a pretty dark ending, so if that's not your thing then maybe skip this one. But if it sounds like you...
I entered a long hallway in a large industrial building with many offices. The building was empty now since it was quite late in the afternoon, but I still looked carefully around that no one saw me entering. I walked to the first door on the left and took a deep breath. You have to have been on inside to know what is behind this anonymous door, so most...
It was by no means an uncommon thing to see a hucow out in public, yet I always found myself staring whenever I found one. The way her huge breasts were constrained beneath her shirt and the curve of her wide hips were enthralling. Sometimes, if you were lucky, you could even see a small stain of milk leaking from her outlined nipples. 'Quit staring,' Jess...
A little less than an hour has passed since Robin left Nami to her temporary fate. She was currently sitting on her bed, reading from one of her many books while Franky was busy installing the contraption next to her. From what she could tell, it looked like an ordinary massage-chair, just a bit bulky. It was built entirely out of wood and had very exquisite...
Looking at the wall clock, Brenda knew that the second orgasm had taken longer than the first one but that was to be expected. She had anticipated that. She knew that each orgasm after this one would be more difficult, based on past experience and having seen the unbelievable amount of sperm collected in the catch cylinder; she wasn’t sure if a third orgasm...
(After my first meeting with the Widow's Club, I get to know all the widows inside and out.) * Muriel gave me a wet kiss and I went back to Mom's coach. She was preparing dinner and smiled when I walked in the door. We didn't say anything about me shooting cum in her mouth until after dinner. I told her that it was the most powerful cum shot I ever had, bu...