Darla's secret

James leaves the stall with a smile on his face and gives you a pat on the head as a farewell. Your mind feels heavy and you are about to go sleep but then Darla shakes you to keep you awake. “Listen Gwen we haven’t got a lot of time.” Her voice seems urgent and her ditsy high pitched tone is replaced by a more normal one.

“How are you suddenly so smart? I thought you were meant to be a submissive cow bitch like me?” You reply to the bizarre turn of events. In your still milk hazed mind you have ignored the fact that you called yourself a cow and your voice has started to sound almost like Darla’s.

“Oh no. I thought you were only putting on a show for him when you acted like such a slut but the milk seems to have affected you drastically. There’s still hope however, maybe you will gain some resemblance of yourself when the immediate affects wear off.” She is now sitting opposite you and looking around pensively in case someone catches her speaking. You give a puzzled look as she is articulating words way better than she was when you were fed her milk. Being reminded of her milk you stare at her ginormous breasts and her nipples which are still leaking ample amounts of her enchanting drink. “Come on now pay attention stop staring at my tits. I am actually a dominant cow but I pretended to be a submissive one so I could escape. Which means I kept much of my intelligence but I still need to get sexual release like cows who are submissive. I need your combat experience to escape this place Gwen. The breakout will be in one week which means you have to try and stay sane during the week, the physical changes however are inevitable. Do you understand?”

“Yeah…I…I…understand.” You tell her with a bit more aptitude attached to your sentence, the milk seemingly wearing off but still clouding your mind.

“I hope you do Gwen I’m counting on you.” Darla opens her legs and gives you a suggestive look, “Now, you got a good fucking just there but I never got any release. So why don’t you show me your gratitude for helping you escape and letting you drink my milk.” Your mind still suggestible you move towards Darla’s leaking pussy wanting to follow her dominant command. Her scent is of that heavenly milk and you want to lounge in the smell so you begin to service her sex. She pushes you straight into her tunnel with her hands clasping the back of your head giving you no time for teasing, she wants release now. “It feels so good to get a submissive bitch slavering over my pussy…ahhhh…that’s it, right there. When we escape you will still be a submissive cow, so no more being a knight. Maybe I should start a harem and make you my first wife. Do you like the sound of that cow?” Darla moans while you give her pussy a fucking with your tongue.

“Mooooo!” You reply to her, although it is muffled by the warm confines of her thighs and pussy. The thought of being allowed to stay in Darla’s company after all of this and still drink her milk makes you not care about staying a knight.

“Yes…Yes…I’m almost there Gwen. Keep going. AHHHHHHH!” Darla orgasms and allows you to get a full breath of air after being trapped by her thighs and hands. As you are licking your lips and Darla is coming down from her high James opens the stall door and beckons Darla to him.

“Did you have fun with Gwen Darla?” He says in a condescending voice as Darla happily crawls to him while wagging her tail. “Gwen is such a submissive cow she even let you dominate her haha.” You wince at his words, remembering the way you acted when he was fucking you, it was the milks fault you tell yourself but it doesn’t help. “We should leave Gwen to get some rest. See you when it’s your next feeding.”

“Bye Gwen, I can’t wait to give you more milk.” Darla shouts back in her ditsy high pitched voice, but gives a wink to confirm you weren’t imagining her smart persona.