Stuck as a dumb, busty cow girl

“Forget Are You Smarter than a Fifth Grader, when I’m through with you I bet even my kid sister could give you a run for your money!” Joanna said. You sat there, bewildered. Joanna’s words no longer made sense to you in your significantly dumbed-down state. “Moo?” You gazed up at her blankly.

Like, huh? So many words, Joan—Jo-Jo talk so fast! Lana no understand…Mnnnnnnnnnng, Lana feel so gooooood…. It was getting hard to focus on thinking. As your head grew foggy, your thoughts turned from the situation at hand to the situation under your bikini. Your heart was pounding, your chest heaving as your breathing grew heavy. You didn’t have time to think about anything but how hot it was in that bathroom and how good you felt and how you couldn’t ever stop, had to keep going, go deeper, harder…

The throbbing waves of arousal grew to a crescendo. You couldn’t take it any longer… “Mooooooooooooooooooo!”

Like a dam bursting, all the pressure that had been building over the last several minutes was released all at once. Your whole body tensed as you came, your strained top breaking free with a loud tearing sound and falling to the floor, freeing your breasts. You threw your head back and moaned, and as you did so a fountain of thick, creamy milk spurted from your swollen nipples. It hit Joanna’s hands, and she dropped the device in surprise. It fell to the floor, sizzling and smoking as it lay in a pool of your milk, the screen turning black. Spent, you collapsed forward onto the slick floor, your hair disheveled, a satisfied expression on your face.

Your eyes glazed over, Joanna’s punishment fully realised. You tried to comprehend what had just happened, but couldn’t. Wha-? Where Lana? You looked around, your surroundings fresh to your substantially less powerful mind. You didn’t really have much room for things like memories any more. Milk? Ooh! You turned your head to lap up the milk on the floor, and Joanna’s form entered your field of view. Oh! Jo-Jo! Like, Jo-Jo want milk? You scrambled into a seated position and raised your substantially smaller, but still huge, breasts in your cupped hands as if to offer them to Joanna, grinning vacantly.

“Moo?” Joanna laughed. “I think you’ll do just fine. Good thing too, the device is totally busted.” You kept your questioning gaze on Joanna, not understanding a word of what she had said. Suddenly, the door to the bathroom opened, the light that poured in obscured by a male form…”Joanna?” “Oh, Dennis, hey! You’re, like, just in time!”