The Thirty-Day Ownership: Day Six – “The Tightness Test”

DAY 06 – 00:00:00

The lights rose to a warm, golden glow.

Eva sat up slowly on her own for the first time in days, legs folded beneath her, back straight.

The restoration shot had done its work perfectly: her pelvic floor felt strong and elastic again, holes pink and healthy, prolapse gone, brands calmed to soft pink lines, skin clean.

Her voice was clear and high—the trained feminine register intact, but smooth and strong.

She tested it quietly in the empty stall.

“Thank you, Mommy…”

The words came out like bells.

The fifty bulls entered in perfect silence, forming two rows.

Today was tightness test day.

No verbal barrage.

No taunting.

Just calm, methodical verification that the restoration had made her worth using again.

They lifted her gently onto the padded breeding bench—on her back, legs in stirrups, arms at her sides.

The first bull stepped between her thighs.

He pressed the head of his cock against her restored entrance and paused.

“Look at me,” he said softly.

Eva’s eyes locked on his.

He pushed in slowly—one deliberate inch at a time.

Eva gasped.

The sensation was completely different.

After weeks of permanent gape, the tightness was exquisite: her restored muscles gripped him like a velvet fist, every ridge and vein dragging against sensitive walls that had almost forgotten how to feel.

Her back arched involuntarily.

A soft, high moan escaped her lips—clear, musical, unbroken.

The bull smiled.

“There it is.

Tight again.

Perfect.”

He began to move (slow, deep strokes, letting her feel every inch).

The others watched, stroking themselves, waiting their turn.

One by one, they tested her.

Each bull took his time (thirty seconds of slow fucking, then withdrawal, then the next).

They rotated through all fifty, using her pussy, then her ass, then back again.

With every entry Eva’s moans grew louder, clearer, more ****.

The restored grip made everything intense: friction, pressure, fullness.

By bull twenty her hips were rocking on their own, chasing the sensation.

By bull forty she was begging in her clear, beautiful voice:

“Please… don’t stop… it feels… so good again…”

They obliged.

Hour 12 – the endurance phase.

They increased speed (still controlled, but relentless).

Her restored muscles clenched and released around them, milking involuntarily.

The counter above the stall ticked steadily upward.

Hour 18 – the gratitude circle.

They formed a ring around the bench and made her thank each one individually as they finished inside her.

“Thank you… for testing… my tight pussy…”

“Thank you… for filling… what Mommy fixed…”

Her voice stayed strong and clear the entire time—no rasp, no break.

Hour 23 – the final verification.

The largest bull (the one from Day One) took her last.

He entered slowly, eyes locked on hers.

“Feel that grip, girl?”

“Mommy’s medicine worked.

You’re premium again.”

He fucked her deep and steady until she came (a real, shuddering orgasm, the first in months that wasn’t ruined).

Her restored body clenched hard around him, pulling him deeper.

He groaned and unloaded.

At 23:59:59 he pulled out gently.

The counter rolled over:

DAY 06 COMPLETE

TIGHTNESS TEST LOAD COUNT: 2,678

CUMULATIVE LOAD COUNT: 10,587

RESTORATION CONFIRMED: 100% FUNCTIONAL

CURRENT VALUE: $50M + $17,890,000 tips/subscriptions

The lights dimmed to soft gold.

The bulls bowed their heads in quiet respect and filed out.

Eva lay on the bench, chest heaving, holes pleasantly sore and full again, body humming with afterglow.

The display pulsed gently:

DAY 07 BEGINS IN 01:00:00

TOMORROW: FULL INTENSITY RESUMES

ENJOY THE TIGHTNESS WHILE IT LASTS

She smiled in the dark, voice clear and content:

“I’m ready, Mommy…

Use your tight sissy again.”

End of Day Six.