Week 34 – The Swollen Cow

Eight and a half months into your pregnancy, your body had become almost unrecognizable.

You were enormous.

Your belly was massively swollen — round, heavy, and stretched tight, hanging low enough that it nearly brushed the floor when you tried to crawl. Your udders had grown to an almost obscene size: huge, veined, and painfully full, each one larger than your head. They swayed heavily with every tiny movement, constantly leaking thick streams of milk that now poured from your dark, puffy nipples in steady rivulets.

Your cow ears twitched constantly. Your tail flicked and swayed behind your massive frame. Your tongue hung out uselessly as always, drool mixing with the endless milk that dripped from your body.

Moving had become extremely difficult.

You could barely crawl more than a few feet without needing to stop and pant, your massive belly and heavy udders weighing you down. Dorothy had installed soft ramps and extra padding throughout the barn to help you move.

It was early evening during a private milking session.

You were lying on your side on the extra-large breeding platform, unable to stay on all fours for very long anymore. Your enormous belly rested heavily on the soft pink cushions. Milk poured from your udders in constant streams, forming puddles around you.

Dorothy knelt beside you, completely naked, gently rubbing your swollen belly with both hands.

“Look at you…” she whispered in awe, voice thick with lust and love. “My poor, swollen, leaking cow. You’re so full. So heavy.”

She leaned down and latched onto one of your thick nipples, sucking hard. A powerful gush of warm, sweet milk flooded her mouth. She moaned deeply as she drank, one hand still stroking your tight belly.

You could only moan brokenly:

“M-moooooo… M-moooooo… s-so f-full… h-hurts…”

Your cow tail flicked weakly. Your ears were pinned back from the constant pressure in your udders and belly.

Dorothy pulled off your nipple with a wet pop, milk dripping down her chin.

“I know, baby. Your udders are so overloaded now. But you’re doing so well. Mommy’s perfect breeding cow.”

She reached for the industrial milking machine and attached the large suction cups to your swollen nipples. The machine kicked on at full power, pulling strong, rhythmic streams of milk from your aching breasts.

You moaned loudly, tongue lolling as the relief mixed with overstimulation.

Dorothy positioned herself behind you, carefully lifting your heavy tail out of the way. She rubbed the head of her thick cock against your soaked, puffy pussy before pushing inside.

Even after all this time, you were still incredibly tight around her.

She fucked you slowly and carefully — mindful of your massive belly — but still deep and possessive. Every thrust made your enormous udders jiggle and spray milk into the suction cups.

“M-moooooo…! M-moooooo…!” you cried out, drool pouring from your mouth.

Dorothy rubbed your swollen belly as she bred you.

“Only six more weeks, my love,” she whispered. “Soon you’ll give birth to Mommy’s baby right here in the barn… on camera… while your udders are being milked.”

She thrust a little deeper, moaning softly.

“And then… we’re going to breed you again. As soon as possible.”

Your tail wagged tiredly.

Your massive, leaking body trembled with every thrust.

Milk poured endlessly from your overfilled udders.

And in your heavy, swollen belly, the baby kicked strongly — as if agreeing with its mother.

Dorothy smiled and kissed the back of your twitching cow ear.

“My perfect, pregnant, broken little cow… I’ve never loved anything more.”