The bell and the relationship

I headed over to Klara. I wanted to check in on Amber's progress, and if necessary talk about the bell with Klara again. I am pretty sure I want to sell that trait soon.

"Hey Klara, how is Amber doing?"

Klara was looking out the window, she could see Amber in the freezing cold with a thick fur coat feed the chicken. "She's doing well. I told her to come inside and make herself tea, coffee, or a hot chocolate whenever she feels like, just so she doesn't freeze."

"That's wonderful."

"James, can you... put the bell on me?"

"Don't you remember last time? You got wet and unbuttoned your shirt in front of me. Do you really want to go through this again? With your... girlfriend around?"

"Yeah, James. Just make sure she doesn't see us."

"Why do you like the bell so much? Do you still need it to help clear your head?"

"It's very helpful for that."

"But with all of this...? Do you feel like it's a bit addictive? I can't exactly see why else you'd like it so much..."

"Well, there's the peace of mind that I want. And honestly, I don't care that much about the sexual side effects. In recent days, I've been thinking more and more about myself. You see, a lot of the things I never imagined myself to be, I ruled out because I considered them shameful, sinful, bad. I thought I wasn't a lesbian, or kinky because I didn't want to be judged this way. But... I've let go."

"I mean, I'm not kinkshaming you. It just feels... so weird to be a dude and seeing a lesbian get wet in front of me. And undressing. And wanting her breasts to be touched by me. And you got off a little bit, last time, right?"

"Yeah..." Klara +5SP (+62SP)

"At least I feel a little bit uncomfortable with this. Do you really feel fine showing me your kinky side in action?"

"Well, for starters there's the fact that you get to decide whether I wear the bell or not, so I have to anyway. But honestly... When I said I trust you, I meant it. I talked about my feelings about Amber with you and I meant every word. Would I like anyone else watching? Of course not. But you... you're fine."

"Alright Klara. If the bell makes you do anything else today...? Is there any place you'd like me to stop? I mean, we both don't know where it'll go, but is there anything that's a hard no?"

"Hm, I can't think of anything." Scary. I certainly can. But would I make it worse if I asked her about sex? Probably.

"Okay then. I'll watch you for a while. I have to leave in the afternoon, so you won't spend all day with the bell." I put in on her, as she laid down on the couch. "I'm going to prepare a bowl just in case."

"Thank you, moo. But I have to start... mooo... cooking soon. I can't rest... moo... for that long."

"I think it would be better to cook without the bell, right?"

"No... moo..."

"Uh sure I guess..."

With that, she laid down on her couch, at least for a few minutes. I could hear occasional mooing, but I just watched Amber. It was difficult to see her, but she was in the chicken barn and I could see her collect a few eggs. A few minutes later, she entered Klara's home.

Amber: "Klara, here are the eggs. And a few for the pancakes."

Klara: "Thank you... moo" Amber was a bit perplexed at first, before seemingly remembering Klara's trait.

James: "Pancakes? For lunch?"

Klara: "Yeah, I thought... moo... that we could have a sweet lunch... moo... together. You're... moo... invited too, James... mooo"

Amber: "Well then, I'll be taking care of the farm until you call me in, honey."

Klara: "Sure moo..."

With that, Klara got up and started making pancakes. Heating the pan, adding some batter, stirring eggs, sugar and flour.

"Can you... mooo... milk me again? Mooo... We have no milk."

"And you want to use your own?"

"Yeah mooo..."

"We can just ask Amber to milk one cow now, right? No need to milk you."

Klara unbuttoned her shirt and removed her bra. "Moo... please milk me. I'm a cow too. Moo... It's as bad as last time. Moooo... Just milk me please. Moo..."

"Ugh, fine."

With that, I had my hands on her breasts. Again. She crouched over the bowl where she stirred the base for the later pancakes. "Try to stay still, Klara. I want to spill as little as possible."

"Okay."

My hands again enveloped her breasts. I slowly squeezed her breasts and pulled on them, after that, I held her nipples. I tried to treat it as normal milking, roughly like Klara showed me two weeks ago. But as the milk slowly made its way from her breasts to the bowl, it was impossible to ignore her moans. I don't think I ever excited a woman this much with mere nipple play. Well, bad nipple play, to be honest. I was trying to get her to squeeze out milk, not to get her off, but it didn't seem like Klara minded that. Over time, it became more difficult and she stopped giving milk. She looked at the bowl.

"Ahhh... mooo... ahh... This isn't... mooo... enough. James, you need to... mooo... impregnate me. Cows make more... moo... milk when their body... mooo... thinks it's pregnant. Moo..."

"But how could I-?"

She had already pulled down her pants and underwear and spread her pussy in front of my eyes. "Just cum inside... moo..."

"And then pregnancy will take a few months. Plus I don't want kids. And you're a lesbian. And also not a cow."

"I... mooooo..., I lactate, I wear a bell... mooo... I'm a cow. Don't worry, cows get... mooo... hormones in their food... moo... to make the body feel permanently pregnant... moooo... I'm a cow, I'll take these too... mooo... from now on. And... mooo... your penis doesn't care that... moooo... I like women, right? Moooo..."

"You don't care that I'm not a woman?"

"No... mooo... make me pregnant... moo"

I had enough and took off the bell.

"Klara, are you really sure?"

"Uhm..."

"It's fine, calm yourself a minute." Klara sat there, a bit perplexed. She weirdly enough did not put her clothes back on. After she thought for a while, she gave me an answer.

"I-I'm fine with it." Klara +10SP (+72SP)

"No you aren't. You're doing it for my sake, right? Klara, don't ever feel **** by me to do anything, okay? We can just tell Amber to start milking a bit early."

"B-But what about you? I can see your boner, I know it's my fault."

"So what, Klara? It'll go away in a while. Or I can go to the bathroom real quick and get rid of it there. I'll go out and tell Amber. Cold kills erections too."

"N-No please..."

"Klara, why?"

"I... am actually straight." No points. Lying to me, even if it was for my sake, never awards any points, because they never committed to the lie in the first place.

"No you're not. Be honest with me."

"Fine, I want to make more milk. Myself. I want Amber and you to eat the pancakes made with my milk." Klara +5SP (+77SP)

"But... that's not how pregnancy works. you know that, right? Plus what if you do get pregnant, I don't want a child."

"I'll... take care of it. And I trust you. If you have the bell, surely you can make me a better cow."

"Klara, you're getting very serious about this..."

"I... don't care. I just want to be a cow. Please put the bell on me and cum in me."

"What will Amber think?"

"I'll find a way, no worries. Just... start."

Reluctantly, I put the bell on her. She was immediately in her happy place again, mentally speaking. I unzipped my pants and rather unceremoniously let it slide into her very wet pussy. Whenever I kept pushing my cock deeper into her, her cacophony of moos and moans grew ever louder. I remembered my app's powers. In theory, I should be able to make her pregnant as if she was in the last trimester. I didn't know how to do this, but as I released my cum into her body, I kept thinking of the erotic image of Klara pregnant with overflowing breasts.

As I released my dick from her, I could see her stomach swell immediately before stopping at a belly size about twice as long in every dimension compared to a breast of hers. And it was stiffer, too, though her breasts didn't hang much anyway. In any case, it seems that my pregnancy trait works in full.

"Thank you... mooo... for breeding me... moo... now I can be a good milk cow for you... moooooo... My udders... moo... are full of milk again... moo... please milk me... moo..."

By now, I was aware of the procedure. She crouched over the bowel with the pancake base again, and I milked her. When we finally had enough milk. I let go of her. I stepped back and let her finish the pancakes. I noticed that things were dripping down her leg. At first I thought it was my semen, but no, she clearly came multiple times when I milked her. God, I wish Klara was straight. I'd have no issue letting her keep the bell on all day, I'd just buy her a breast pump machine and fuck her every time she felt like it, but this way... It feels so distant. We just had sex and she's focusing on doing pancakes again.

Soon, she was finished and Amber came in as well. Amber stared in confusion at Klara's belly. She briefly pulled out her phone and put it away before smiling towards Klara. We sat down and ate the pancakes. They were sweeter than usual.

Amber smiled mischievously: "Sweetie, could you give me a glass of milk?"

Klara didn't hesitate, she got a glass from a cupboard, put it on the table and asked me with little embarrassment to milk her. Amber chuckled. I'm glad she's enjoying this. Her morals certainly aren't in the way of any of this. She's bi and loves to be my sub while wanting to be more of a dom for women. But for me... Sure it's exciting, because it feels forbidden. But once it's no longer a fantasy, but instead reality and once you... really like the lesbian, you don't feel that pride of conquest, of doing something forbidden. You feel sad for her because you know she's not enjoying this the way you are. Her first time was with a man because she wanted to lactate more. As a lesbian. I... feel like a monster.

But maybe... I was thinking of Amber again, as I handed her the now full glass. She winked at me. Klara sat back down and kept eating. If I had less morals... Less scruples... I'd be happier, right? More sex, more women begging for my cock. But... I think this is the actual curse with this app. It's not just that I can't let these women free ever again. It's that I get to know them before they submit. I learn about them, their interests, their struggles. I fall in love with some. I become friends with some. And then they start to do whatever I want to do to them. I could do anything to Amber right now. If I was a sadist I could pull out my belt and slap her naked butt. She'd hate me, but she'd do it. It feels like a curse, to know that these women would bend over backwards for my personal gain, no matter how much it pains them. I care about them now, I empathize with their pain now, and yet they'd do it in a heartbeat. For me.

It was a quiet lunch. I took the bell off Klara and left.