Lorena Vazquez (Bystander)

Your breathe catches in your throat as Mr. Minchest points at you. After a second, you realize he’s actually pointing to someone behind you. You spin around and see Lorena Vazquez is his victim. Standing at 5’ 1”, 137 pounds, with long, wavy, jet black hair coming down to around where her bra strap would be. Speaking of bras, her red, lacy bra supports her tantalizing D cup breasts, that complimented her round bubble butt. Her caramel skin was devoid of blemishes or flaws, and her aquamarine eyes could catch your eye from across the room. Captain of the cheerleading team AND Captain of the girls’ soccer team, she was easily the most popular girl in school. All the girls wished they were her. All the boys wanted to be with her. It also helped that her daddy was a retired professional athlete, spending 13 seasons as a franchise NFL qb. Leading his team, the Detroit Lions, to 4 Super Bowl wins. Mr. Minchest quickly makes a signal, and 5 huge, burly men stepped out of the shadows. There’s no way they could have been there before. 2 of them grab Lorena’s wrists, and 2 others grab her ankles. She thrashes around, hollering, but they pay her no mind. The last guard starts tearing away at her Detroit Lions hoodie with his thick, sausage fingers. He thoroughly shreds her clothes, and gives her pert breasts a rough grope. The man rips the sleeve off of her Lions hoodie and reaches behind her head, tying it as a makeshift gag. He steps to the side, as the four men holding her walk towards an animal-like enclosure that Mr. Minchest is in. As Lorena is **** in front of him, he reaches behind him to a small metal cart. He turns around with what looks like a very large bottle of skin lotion, with a white background flecked with black patches, and a hot pink cap, and some latex gloves. Mr. Minchest quickly pulls both light blue gloves on, then pops open the top of the container, and pours a heaping glob of putrid, light orange goop into his hand. Closing the lid and putting the bottle away with his other before rubbing both of his hands together, he says,

“This special ointment can help out this company a ton. Not only does it increase the size of our cows udders and start milk production at a high quantity, it’s also quite arousing for the cows, making it easier to get them to breed!”

Mr. Minchest says jovially. He steps towards Lorena. He suddenly holds her left breast in his hand. He starts massaging it, kneading it, rubbing it, groping it. He thoroughly rubs in the strange ointment, before switching to the right. Mr. Minchest takes off the gloves and tosses them into a little bin on his cart, before putting on new ones. Your eye looks to Lorena, as you see her start twitching. She convulses, but the men hold tight to her limbs. Trembling, her breasts start to grow. Visibly. Her breasts swell from an attractive D cup all the way out to a surreal about FF cup tits. Mr. Minchest came back with a long rod, a small ball attached at the end. He rolled it in a small tub, filled with a deep purple, thin, runny, chemical. As Lorena stopped convulsing, he shoved the rod up her vagina. Rolling it around, he turned smiled.

“This chemical also helps. This is the big breeding chemical. It insures pregnancy 80% of the time someone cums in her. It also arouses her, making her want to breed more. It can also rub off on the bull’s cock, helping the bull cum faster, and produce a lot more baby batter while it’s at it.”

He put the rod into a biohazard waste box, threw his gloves into the bin, and pushed the cart away. He had the men place her on the wooden floor of the stall. You noticed six clasps, and a small ring on the floor. Carefully, the men locked her in, two clasps for her ankles, 2 clasps for her upper thighs, and 2 clasps for her wrists. You couldn’t help but wonder what the last ring was for. Until Mr. Minchest walked over with a piercing gun. He pierced a hole right in between her nostrils. She let out a quick howl of pain, and as she did so, Mr. Minchest slid a large golden ring through her fresh piercing. He put small D clips on the small hook on the ground as well as her new golden nose ring. He opened the carabiners and put a chain into both of them, limiting her head movement. Next, he slid open hidden little doors underneath her in the floor. He pulled out two large, mechanic pumps, and began fiddling with a control panel in between. Soon, the floor beneath began whizzing to life, and the suction tubes started sucking at the air. Mr. Minchest quickly attached the pumps to Lorena’s tits, and Lorena let’s out a loud, arousal filled moan. Blissful, Lorena starts calming down, and the makeshift gag is pulled from her mouth.

Mr. Minchest gives her head a small pat and says

“You now, we don’t get to see a lot of Latinas around here. They produce really sweet milk. The best for making cookies. We’ll have her bred in a bit, as well as give her a barcode and an ear tag. Let’s get on with the tour shall we? We should leave Cow 5273 to her milk production.