You'd zoned completely out as the farmer had worked out the cream from your breasts, taken far away by your pleasure. How long had it been? All you knew for sure was that the small bucket set beneath you was now about half full, instead of the bottom of it just being barely covered. The pain of engorgement had faded away now to a distant memory, long since...
Always forward, never left or right, Theseus remembered. The tear on his left side continued stretched against his increased bulk, ripping up to his armpit. The cool air that flowed in and against his skin made him shiver with pleasure. His small breasts had grown enough to show through the tear, the swell of the new skin soft and white against his tanned sk...
You mooed with excitement when you realised Keira was pulling up to the familiar front gate of the farm. Your farmer was already waiting. He seemed to be in some kind of rush but you had no idea what for. He opened the passenger door and unbuckled your seatbelt. He took hold of your arms to guide them to the coarse, sandy ground as you hobbled out of the ca...
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...
Please note this story contains breast-play only. However, it should appeal to the appropriately boob-obsessed; those for whom fanaticism about extremely large breasts is satisfied to a large degree simply by handling such a pair... *** It has always been impossible for me to find breasts that are too big. For me, tits become perfect when they become so la...
2. Cowgirl Anatomy While cowgirls retain the majority of the physical and biological characteristics of human females, there are certain aspects of cowgirl anatomy that separate them from the average woman. Some aspects are obvious to even the most casual observer, while others are more subtle and can go unnoticed by those who are unacquainted with the indu...
Lynn sat in her car. She'd worn a large t-shirt over a bra that didn't at all fit properly, even at the furthest clasp. She wore her black yoga pants and the fabric stretched over her ass. Her tail rasped slowly over the wide elastic band around the waist as it moved. She'd tried to hide the tail in the pants but it hurt to have it bunched up. She couldn't p...
Your farmer made way down the hill towards the barn. You followed, casually sauntering down the hill, managing to pick up some speed in your descent. Moving on all fours had become second nature to you. Keira followed slowly. You turned and looked back at her with the dopey smile of a placid cow. She looked sad. You couldn't figure out why, maybe she needed...
Author's Note: Requested by Lilybunny. This contains Furry content. * Prim stood in the corner of the frat house, a half empty cup of punch in hand. It was spiked, each sip imparting a hot flush through her system. Other people were already drunk, dancing and laughing together. She's spotted several couples going upstairs and stay there. The floorboards cr...
The cage it's a wooden "box" with polished soft walls, just like the ones we kept calves in when I was a kid. It is sized for a human and it has fresh hay on the floor and blankets for us to sleep on and in if needed, mostly to avoid scratches from the hay. I'm naked and I have a collar around my neck with a little cow bell on it My every move can be heard....