Mooo

It sound painful, horrible, and draining... but that only makes you more and more curious. You can’t help but grin and blush as you reach forward, pressing the sissy cow words. Everything fades around you, quickly replaced by a large barn interior. There is moans and groans all around you as you see multiple feminine frames bound in individual stalls. They are all bound differently, some inverted, some in stocks, and others hanging from all four limbs. What they have in common is three things, their outfits, including drone like hoods fully blinding and deafening them while showing off cow patterns and tiny horns, second was they were all on combo fucking milking machines, and finally that they were all obviously exhausted from their ordeals but were provided no relief.

You look down at yourself and realize you are wearing a cow pattern bikini top and bottom along with cow patterned arm sleeves. The bikini bottom is barely containing you’re obviously excited package. You don’t get a chance to admire yourself before you know that two farm hands were descending upon you. you barely have time to decide whether to submit or reset what they have planed.