The pleasure is incredible

You sleep restlessly, aware of the wug caviar growing within your womb. In the moonlit barn you hear the moaning of the girl filled with eggs just before you. After an hour or more of this wugs enter with torches. You can see by the firelight that her belly is distended with the growing eggs and her breasts have grown huge and dangle beneath her with engorge nipples dripping with milk. You can't see her well, as the wugs crowd around her, but you can see them bring down the rubber-plant tubes tipped with the strange pincers. She cries out in pain and then begins to moan, louder and louder, in a voice that is clearly ecstasy.

Your exhaustion claims you, your ass sore from the wug brand, your belly bloated with the eggs. You are dimly aware that two of the wugs from the group attending the girl remain behind to **** the woman. You can hear the sounds of their sex in the darkness. Their excited croaking is loudest, but there is also the slap of amphibian flesh against human flesh, the slosh of wet holes being fucked, and repeated gagging that can only mean a rough treatment of the woman's mouth. The wug's depart and you finally sleep.

You are awakened by daylight and the presence of wugs croaking behind you. To your horror you realize your body feels completely changed. Your breasts, always large, are now huge and hanging heavily beneath you. You can feel your nipples straining painfully and feel the moisture beading up at your teet. Your belly has grown similarly, crammed full of the growing eggs. Two wugs go to the milk cauldron in the center of the circle of human cows and they each bring down a fresh hose tipped with a glistening pincer cup.

You finally see the nature of the pincers as the wugs carry them past your face. They are leathery and damp, almost leechlike in appearance, they have a suction cup shape lined with a ring of teeth. You don't know if they are alive or simply made from something that once was. Despite your fear, you feel happy and excited. You want to be milked and to provide food for the wugs. You are happy.

The pincer cups are held to your swollen nipples and you feel a sudden, very sharp pain as the teeth bite into your surrounding areolas. A moment later you feel a pressure and then an incredible release as milk begins to flow out of your dangling breasts and into the tubes. There is a first long gush of creamy liquid that travels up the tube and then it comes in pulses and squirts as a muscular **** applies pressure to your aching udders.

You moan with the feeling of it and begin to cum straight away, your pussy flooding with juices at the new and erotic sensation. You want desperately to be fucked and you wiggle your ass from side to side inviting the wugs to take you.

A few wugs croak back and forth and there is a chittering frog sound that makes you think they are laughing at your wanton behavior. You don't care, you look up at them pleadingly and make a lip-smacking motion you have seen the other cows make when they wish to be fed the warm broth of a milk tender's prick. The wugs depart, but two remain behind, looking at your face and examining your body with gentle touches. You cry out and orgasm again from the milking and you hear more of that chittering frog laughter.

"Please," you beg, all of your humanity forgotten, "please fuck me."

You can feel their bulging eyes upon you as they consider how to answer your begging.