Give Texas Her Little Milk

The large ox pushed her breast tightly, squirting some of her milk into the sheriff's mouth which was enough to almost inflate her into a balloon! Hilda grunted a little, but she seemed satisfied to see Texas nibbling onto the milk duct, drinking every gallon that she was producing.

Texas wished that she could try breaking out of it, wanting to escape out of this of being **** to be breastfeed by a grown adult yak but...she couldn't even express disgust at all. She was actually...enjoying it? This is what her mind is saying to her. The milk tasted so good.

She needed more of it. She can't let go of her! She needs more!

Texas's pupils slowly shrank, and then closed her eyelids shut and kept sucking it more like she was now accepting it.

"There we go..." Hilda cooed, slowly getting up with her arms wrapped around the sheriff sucking the milk right out of her breast. "Awww...Look at you...Go on. Drink up little weasel...Your Momma's here."

The crowd slowly took in what was happening to them. The weasel jobber wasn't whining or crying or calling for help, she was...now sucking Hilda's breast like she was a little baby. Five minutes have passed, their gazes looking over at the weasel still sucking her nipple to get more of the milk that she was drinking but then one person started to laugh and then, a few more and then, it divulged into an uproar full of laughter, jeers, and cheering.

"Awww...You hear that Sheriff? It seems you really like me..." Hilda smirked. "There's something you need to know. My milk is very attractive...I use it as a secret weapon when any little in-law starts complaining and tries to stand up to me that I pour them a little drink of milk. MY milk..."

Though she knew that the sheriff wasn't paying any attention to her, her position slowly curling up and hugging the yak's breast to not let go.

"...to the point that you can hardly think and regress your mind into being a baby..." She hummed. "But that's not all...As long as you keep sucking, you'll regress back to the point of thinking exactly like a little infant. Those that try judging me or shut down my business, I turn them into little children of mine. It's okay...I'll be taking care of you...I'll change your diapers...Just please keep drinking. You seem more good of being my child than being a sheriff...Though I'm gonna be keeping you for a while till the effects go off..."

She slowly pulls Texas's mouth straight away from her, which the Sheriff whine and start tearing up, shifting around in anger.

"Aww...Don't worry...I'll make sure you get plenty of milk..." Hilda smirked devilishly.

With that, the referee slowly comes into the ring and throws his fingers into the air, counting over till he reached to 3 which meant the match was over now. Texas has lost and now she was in the possession of Hilda, her mind now stuck in the thoughts of an infant. She couldn't think like her usual self, no longer but regressed to being a little kid in an adult's body.

Hilda slowly stepped straight of the ring, hearing the crowd's cheers while she carried the weasel straight with her. Looking down, she grew miffed at seeing the unitard covering the weasel's body before slowly ripping them off, exposing her naked.

"You won't be needing this for a while...You're gonna be my child until they'll need you again!" She grinned, giving her a kiss before plucking her mouth straight into her nipple to continue the breastfeeding process as the sheriff stopped her crying and started growing calm.