They want me to milk myself

I probably should have seen it coming, but the most popular request was one I couldn't quite fulfill: they wanted me to milk my own breasts. People really ought to know by now, especially if they use Voy-R on the regular, that lactating will only occur in a small percentage of women, outside of pregnancy. I guess I can't blame them for being hopeful when they see the cow-print sling bikini. At least, I certainly hoped they weren't saying I look pregnant...

Still, I didn't get where I am today by failing the large percentage of my viewer-base that wants to see their unreasonable requests entertained. While crossing my hands behind my head and swinging my hips front-and-back, squatting in that abandoned grocery store dairy section, I gave them the best affirmation I could. "You guys want to see me get milked, don't you? I'll try! Just for you, my special fans," I assured the many hungry hearts and avatars surrounding me in a quiet voice. "Everyone, be sure to pay in now if you want to see the whole show. If not, you'll miss out on this particular section of the content. En-Voy, set up the pay-per-view gate."

"Right away! Boy, Ms. Stanton! Nobody knows how to play them like you do!" my digital assistant chuckled. I was happy that only I could hear her voice at the moment. There was no danger of her ruining my atmosphere by calling my viewership a bunch of saps, or my career by saying my name out loud.

At this point, my viewership would fall a little, as others left or went on stand-by, waiting for this paid content to finish. That was fine. Voy-R statistics count interacting and high-paying viewers as much more influential towards ranking than lurkers. If I could capture their attention just by offering to role-play squeezing milk out of my tits, the tonight's show would be, as they say, "easy money." Once everything was finished filtering out, I left off my hip dance to refocus my attention on my breasts. I pushed my butt up against the frigid refrigerator door and circled it slightly, creating a light squeaking noise and clearing condensation from its glass, while playing with my chest. The flesh of each breast squished as I gripped my fingers into the surface, then jiggled as I bounced my bosom up and down in each hand. "You naughty boys are all craving my tits, aren't you? How do you want to drink it? Do you want it from your mommy, or do you want it straight from a cow? Please vote with your money. I'm waiting!" I teased the audience in whispers, while pushing my boobs up and letting them jiggle back down by gravity's work.

The answers came in fast and furious. It was pretty split, but the answer seemed to be in favor of the year of the bull: the people wanted me to act the part of a literal cow.

"So be it! Then say goodnight to Midnight Mask..." I paused here, then rummaged through the coat on the floor. I'd prepared a couple of items that I hadn't had the chance to put on/in before I left the bathroom. The first was a cow-ear hairband, with cute, floppy black and white ears, robbing me of just a bit more of my basic human dignity. The next was an ass-plug with a cow's tail dangling from it like a flag. I lifted my mask slightly to reveal my red lipstick, slightly smeared from the close-fitting facial gear, then made a show of pursing my lips around the rounded head of the plug. I slurped hard and longingly on the black, rubber plug, allowing my lips to push out indecently over its surface, then extracted it once more to run my tongue up the length of it. "Mooo~" I cooed in my sluttiest voice, while pushing my numb bottom away from the cold glass and sticking the plug behind me. I hid my anus where nobody would see it, unless they were wise enough to check the reflection in the glass; a special treat for those using their brains. Little by little, I pushed the plug inside, until the dangling cow tail trailed behind me like the genuine creature's. "Mm-mmmm... Mooo..." I groaned, placing my ass back against the glass, even at risk of jostling the plug inside of me.

Finally, I made an indisputable mistake. Caught up in my success so far-- I could see my numbers skyrocketing-- I retrieved one more item from inside my coat. It was wrapped up tightly in cloth to prevent it from jingling, as it should have remained. The item was a large cow's bell, attached to a red choker. Eagerly, I fastened it around my neck, hoping to complete my transformation from lady to cow. I was so excited I wasn't thinking... instead of worrying about the noise, I allowed my eyes to scan the comments coming in.

Holy shit! She's in a public grocery store, isn't she?

This bitch is unreal! What a slut!

Do you think Midnight Mask is married? Does she wear a wedding ring sometimes? She looks like somebody's wife.

I want to fuck a cow like her so bad.

I wasn't insulted in the least at being called a bitch and a cow; that was, after all, my platform. "Moo!" I giggled, while allowing my fingers to hook beneath the left side of my V-shaped one-piece swimsuit. I pulled it away from the breast, revealing my aroused-- but unfortunately not leaking-- nipple. With a smile on my lips, visible from where I'd pushed my mask up, I lifted the nipple to my own mouth and began sucking, teasing the tip with my tongue as though I were trying to please a lover rather than myself. I juggled my own breast meat up and down while slurping on my tit like I expected to actually extract something from it. "Mmmph... moooo," I offered a low moan while freeing my other breast to bounce along with needy hip movements, then allowed my other hand to begin to massage between my legs. One boob dangled beneath me and the other rested in one hand with its tip in my mouth, dripping saliva down the pink nipple and onto my flesh. This was the best I could do in terms of milking myself-- the audience seemed to appreciate my efforts, even if they weren't getting any real dairy out of it.

In its placement around my neck, with the bell against my breast, the choker provided extra motion. Its load hit up and down against my jostled boob, creating a noisy ringing that, at the time, seemed like a great additional effect. The noisiness was a problem that En-Voy, for whatever reason, did not see fit to caution me against.

Then again, the sucking, the squeaking noise of my ass against the glass, and the increasingly erotic "moo" noises may have been enough to draw attention on their own.