On her way to becoming a true cow

Somewhere deep in your mind, the pain had been erased. Multiple orgasms continue to ripple through your energized form, constantly pushing you towards higher heights of elation. Rather than drain you of energy, each orgasm seems to give you energy to fuck and suck with increasing determination. The obscenely stretched orifices cling tightly to the beastly invaders continually welcoming them deeper and deeper. Your jaw and lips no longer ache, easily accommodating the glistening giant as it plunges deeper and deeper into your ever-expanding throat. Never in your wildest fantasies, would you have ever entertained the idea of deepthroating a monster like this, but now, it's the only thing you can think about as you work to press your lips to its base every time it cycles forward. You can only hope you can find a real cock this big in the very near future.

The giant ape-like appendage gliding in and out of your sloppy, splayed sex continues to drive you to delirious depths of depravity, eagerly fucking back, driving the fist deeper than any human could possibly ever reach, its width, terrifyingly stretching your insides so that no mere human could ever satisfy you. You can feel your cervix envelop the humongous head and eagerly suck at it as if it were your mouth. Another satisfying wave of lust crashes upon you as you grunt and groan in utter satisfaction.

So lost in your bliss are you, that you don't register that your cowboy has taken seat next to you, once again. He is perched upon that same wooden stool, hovering at the perfect height to access your dangling udders as the machine continues to suck the never-ending milk supply from your tits. You care none as he produces a silver tray with eight extremely large syringes, with equally long glistening needles.

"As promised JERSEY GIRL, we're gonna make those milk glands even bigger!" His words mean nothing to you as you can only concentrate on the next wave of ecstasy that has just crushed you under its weight. He manipulates the suction device so your breasts are freed from the contraption, yet your distended and engorged nipples are still being tended to. Tending to the cock in your mouth, you can't see what your udders look like after having been suctioned for who knows how long. "Unfortunately, JERSEY GIRL, this IS going to hurt this time!"

You don't see the effect the suctioning had on you, your tits varying shades of red and purple as blood tries to recirculate through the once denied flesh. The renewed flow of blood brings a renewed sense of electrical jolts coursing through your sensitive skin, the pain sensors fighting with the euphoria sensors for control as the orgasms never seem to cease.

Then it comes, it starts as a pinch, then a prick, followed by stinging, and then the feeling of a long thin knife being stabbed into your chest as the needle is inserted at the base, where your tit meets your sternum. Pain has won control as the serum is injected into the muscle fibers, worming its way to the glands, infiltrating the thin membranes and expanding them to grossly large proportions. As the glands grow in size, they push outward against the surrounding tissue and flesh. Three more injections encircle your left breast until the pain is redirected to your right breast in similar fashion.

A deafening scream echoes in your head, unable to vocalize your pain around the cock pumping in your mouth, the searing pain pushing from your breasts towards your nipples. All you want to do is to cup them and fondle them, squeeze them and caress them, anything to make the pain go away. Finally your wish is granted as the cowboy does just that! His large hands gripping and massaging the tender, sensitive flesh!

'Something's not right! Something's different!' The feel of his hands on your hyper-sensitive flesh is relieving the pain in only one breast, not the other! It's only then that you come to the realization that he is fondling one udder with 'BOTH HANDS!' It feels so much larger and heavier than it did before, the weight drawing down upon your back as he continues to crush the melons within his grip.

This time he has to move to the other side before he can give the other udder similar attention. His manipulations easing the pain, the two cocks regaining your attention and focus as you slip through yet another orgasm. Unable to see, you can only imagine that you are now sporting something similar to two over-inflated basketballs.

Unexpectedly, the teat suctions are removed, the tubes falling off. A large oval-shaped galvanized tub is placed beneath your dangling delights, capturing the milk still freely flowing from your gross-looking teats. The cowboy grips each one tightly and milks a steady stream from each one into the tub, making sure it's collected properly. He backs away and stands again, regarding you as his prized cow. A smile crosses his face as he turns off the device dicking your mouth. The bulbous cock glides out of your throat, through your mouth and past your lips, thick spittle and saliva coating the shaft and head. You feel a vast emptiness inside you, the vacancy created a noticeable void. Somewhere deep inside your brain thee is a nagging yearning to be filled again. The jaw spreading device is removed, your mouth hanging open, wondering if you have any muscles left to close your lips. The desire to wrap them around a thick cock growing exponentially as you look towards his bulge for any indication.