yahyeeeey

[yahyeeeey]

tying me to a chair, putting a pair of noise cancelling headphones on with hypno audio and making me watch spirals while i'm forced to edge for hours and hours with no relief until i'm conditioned into the perfect little fucktoy 😵‍💫

[yahyeeeey]

happy pride everyone :) have weird queer sex for me 💖

[yahyeeeey]

my nipples have been irritated for days (thanks residual pasty glue)

this means that they've been semi-hard for hours at a time and suddenly i'm also semi-aroused for hours at a time? i'm a drippy, sensitive mess and honestly nothings turned me off the fantasy of workplace sex more

[yahyeeeey]

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posting this here because it's literally the only blog/social media i have with 0 followers from my irl life, but i just realized it's officially been over a decade since i met the man who groomed me online the summer before my freshman year of high school. and what a trip that's been. i only just realized it tonight (10 years and 2 days officially), but it's like my subconscious has remembered. it's been a hard fucking week already but the realization that i'm still here? that i'm alive by my own choice?

idk how real that stat about your body fully replacing every cell over 7 years is true, but if it is i'm living in a body that never read his words, that never heard his voice. i mean, i'm an adult now and not a literal child anymore, but somehow the cell theory is comforting

anyways, here's to my parents for finding out and holding me together through the fall out. here's to me for making it

[yahyeeeey]

Ugh I've had this stupid fantasy stuck in my head where I wrestle with a bro and were playfighting and it turns rough and im below him and his cock slips in me and he ruts and humps and I don't stop him because it feels so good, we're just playing around, just wrestling, and he's just winning

Damn I LOVE that

Accidental penetration I just so good cause you've got no choice but to take it.

I love the implication that he got hard while you were wrestling and I mean, how could he not, seeing his bro like that so helpless and easy below him ? It's just a normal physical reaction really. And you just so happen to have your legs spread and somehow with both your kicking and playing around your boxers shift and here you are pussy exposed, his hard cock above you and still you roll around and try to fight him off but his cock enters you and all of the sudden he's balls deep in your wet pussy.

What's a bro gonna do, not enjoy the delicious tightness of his bro's boycunt ? Come on, you know better than that, of course he's gonna start fucking you, rutting against you, barely taking out his cock before pushing it in again, trying to reach your cervix. And you moan so beautifully too, your clearly enjoying this so he doesn't stop you when you start touching your beautiful tcock and you shudder and cum around his dick in an instant.

After that you look so dazed and happy it doesn't take much effort from him to turn you around and start fucking you into the floor, and when he finally cums inside, well, what did you expect taking a bro's cock raw in your boycunt ? He leaves you there leaking cum, spanking you playfully on his way out like you'd reward a good boy, and you just lay there, half hoping another one of your bros finds you like this and maybe opens up another one of your holes 💖💖

[yahyeeeey]

just read a comment under a porn video that said "just discovered these guys" and it absolutely meant "just discovered trans men" as if the commenter had just observed a rare species of bird in the wild and i'm laughing so hard

[yahyeeeey]

thinking about an escape room but the twist is that if you don't get out in time, you're used by the entire staff until they're satisfied.

you know what you're getting into, of course. you sign the forms saying that the facility can't be held liable for any damages that happen to you. afterwards, you're stripped down and restrained. cuffs around your wrists behind your back as you're bent over a table, chains holding your ankles together. a collar is attached to your neck, connected in two places. one, to hold you still on the table. and the other connected to the ceiling with a lot of slack. you seem to be in a dungeon, iron bars blocking the unlocked exit.

you're left alone and the timer is placed immediately in front of you, counting down, minute by minute. right where you can see it. the restraints are firm and secure, but they each have their give, their weaknesses. the chains on your feet can be undone by looping it around the corner of the table and pulling at it at just the right angle. then you have to move your cuffed wrists behind your back and under your legs so you can use them.

the part of the collar connecting you to the table is dealt with by simply unhooking it, meaning you're able to stand up and move around the room. there's a box with a pile of keys for you to sort through. one of them must open the cuffs. one of them must unlock the bars. you sort through them in a hurry, adrenaline making your cuffed hands shake as you try each and every one of them, adding them gradually to the discard pile. once your hands are free, you fiddle with your collar. it doesn't seem to have any give. but while doing this, you see that on the other side of the iron bars is a bolt cutter, exactly what you need.

you're invigorated, trying all the keys on the bars as the minutes count down. your time is scarce, it's moving far more quickly than you're able to take into account. until finally, the lock clicks. the metal gate swings open and you can see the bolt cutter on the floor right in front of you.

except when you walk forward, the collar around your neck tugs you back. the tool is just out of reach. you can't get enough slack to pick it up. you try desperately, every option you can think of, to stretch your body out and try and kick the bolt cutter closer to you, desperately now as you see you only have three minutes remaining, then two, then one and a half.

until you finally remember the chains on your feet. you hurry back to the table, reaching under it to grab the chains and looking at the time left on the timer. 50 seconds. you hurry back to the iron bars, throwing the chains, trying to lasso the bolt cutter to finally get it in your grasp. and with 20 seconds remaining, the tool hooks onto the end of the shackles on the chains, and you desperately try reeling it in. 15 seconds, and you're pulling it closer, so very carefully. until finally, you reach down and wrap your hands around the tool and that's when your heart sinks.

it wasn't a bolt cutter. it was a toy. lightweight and useless, like something that would go in a child's tool set. and you realise: you were never meant to escape this. you never even had a chance. you had willingly walked into a trap.

your time is up and an alarm sounds, the lighting in the room turning red. the staff walk through the door, heading straight for you, cocks and straps and toys in hand, grins of delight on their faces.

they push you back onto the table and use you exactly how they want to, each and every one of them noticing how soaked you've gotten just from being in the escape room and playing this game, mocking you for what a slut you are as they take you without any preamble.

they use all your holes simultaneously, manhandling you into whatever positions they want. bending you over, taking you from behind. seeing how much can fit into you at once. slapping you about, spitting on you, spanking and whipping, passing you from one to another. never a moment for you to rest or recover before you're impaled on another cock.

all while their mocking voices taunt you.

this is what you were asking for when you came here. this is exactly what you were hoping for. to be used relentlessly. you never wanted to escape anyway, no matter what you'd say. you needed to be used like this. only sluts ever enter these escape rooms, and so you would be treated as what you were. willing holes for them.

once they've all had their turn, they take the toy bolt cutter and shove it into your used hole, fucking you with it slowly. it's too big and uncomfortable, but you stretch around it so easily after all that use. your arousal making it easy. you keep crying out, and they keep laughing. this was the thing you thought would set you free. this was your salvation for twenty minutes or so, all you cared to get. and now they were filling you with it. and worse than that, they were making sure you enjoyed it.

they bring you to an intense orgasm with the very thing you thought would save you. your mind is foggy and you can't think of much aside from the feeling of the toy inside you. you're burning with embarassment.

you came so close to escaping. you were so resourceful and clever about it all. but now you were nothing but holes for them to use until they decided they were done. all that intelligence you used to try and get out would leak out with your arousal as they continued to whore you out. your brain would never work the same once they were done with you. once they had reduced you to something so pathetic.

they aren't done using you. they won't be for a while. and you don't know if you ever want to be done serving them. this is where thinking got you, and now you were being put in your place.

[yahyeeeey]

just another night at the tavern

dubcon, gangbang, breeding (no pregnancy), monsterfucking, mentions of blood (from a vampire bite)

PART 2 (part 1 can be found here and this is the first ever post with these characters!)

my shift has finally come to an end, and as promised, i make my way to the second floor of the tavern. i am trying my best to ignore the fact that my wetness is dripping down my thigh as i knock on one of the doors that the adventurers have rented for the night. the tiefling opens the door promptly and guides me inside.

 “welcome, welcome – we knew you would join us eventually,” they grin, and when they smile, i can see a row of frighteningly sharp teeth. suddenly i wonder what those teeth would feel like on my neck… or perhaps my thighs where the skin is even more sensitive.

the rest of them are lounging on the bed, all together in a pile, caressing each other, barely clothed. when i enter the room, their attention shifts to me immediately. 

“look who’s here! couldn’t stay away, then?” the werewolf giggles. i mutter something incoherent while lowering my gaze to the floor in embarrassment, waiting for the adventurers to make the first move.

the vampire approaches me first. “don’t get shy now, pretty thing,” she says, tilting my face up to meet her gaze. her tone is sweet yet firm, and all i want to do is to obey her. “why don’t we get started – we’re all quite pent up, you know. get on your knees for us.”

her words make my cunt throb, and i find myself sinking to my knees in no time. they all surround me now, and i can see the lust in their eyes. desire and anticipation makes my cunt leak even more, and i wouldn’t be surprised if there was a puddle of my juices on the floor.

they’re unbuttoning their pants and stripping off their shirts, and the vampire is the first one to offer her cock to me for sucking. eagerly, i open my mouth and begin running my lips up and down her shaft, soaking it with my saliva. my tongue flicks against the tip of her dick until she gets impatient, yanking me by my hair and thrusting her cock in my mouth so quickly it makes my eyes water. she sighs in pleasure as i do my best to hollow out my cheeks, and she begins to fuck my mouth properly. 

now, from the corner of my eye i can see the other members of the adventuring party also come closer to me, expecting me to pleasure them like i am pleasuring the vampire. the tiefling and the half-orc reach for my hands, guiding them to stroke their dicks while reminding me how i’m nothing but a set of holes for them to enjoy. their crude words make me whine, and when they take turns using my mouth, i am all too grateful when the werewolf decides to shove their heavy leather boot against my pussy. i moan with the dragonborn’s cock in my mouth and begin grinding on it immediately.

they make good use of me until my knees start to ache from being on the floor. it takes quite a bit of dexterity to maintain a good rhythm as i keep pumping the dragonborn’s thick cock and massaging the werewolf’s g-spot with my other hand while my mouth is still sucking the vampire lady’s cock, but the satisfied noises coming from them are certainly worth it. they make me swallow load after load, and the werewolf even squirts on my face, a warm gush of liquid coating my skin.

it’s staggering, really, how quickly they have overpowered me, and i cannot help but to revel in the desire that has taken hold of me. i can feel my orgasm building while i keep rubbing myself against the werewolf’s boot, but just as i am about to finish, they cruelly yank it away, almost making me sob at the loss of stimulation.

eventually, when they’ve decided that using my mouth and hands isn’t enough, the dragonborn picks me up and lays me down on the bed. before i know it, he’s on me, tying me down to the bedposts with rope that he produced from god knows where. i struggle, not because i truly wish to be free but rather just for the thrill of it.

“i think we all know by now how much you like being in such a predicament,” the dragonborn quips. he’s growing hard again, grinding his cock against my leg, leaving a smear of precum in his wake. i can’t deny it, and instead of resisting, i simply smile and wink at my captor. he takes me by surprise by kissing me, the scales of his snout pressing against my mouth. it’s an unusually chaste kiss, considering the situation, and the affection makes something in my stomach flutter.

“lie back and enjoy, then, it’s not like you can go anywhere,” he smirks.

the others are getting impatient. “alright, alright, we get it – you fancy them, but leave something to the rest of us,” the half-orc growls. “i want to taste that little pussy.”

the dragonborn gets up, giving space for his friend to come and take over. the half-orc kisses and licks their way from my nipples all the way down to my cunt.

“i think we’ve ought to stretch out this hole,” they rumble, carefully sliding two fingers into my pussy. even though i have been so wet this entire time, it’s still a bit of a shock, given the thickness of their fingers. it feels wonderful, though, and their fingers find my g-spot in no time. the press of their fingers makes me almost howl. the half-orc takes their time eating me out while i try to buck my hips against their mouth. the ropes prevent that, though, and all i can do is beg for more as i lay there like a limp little fucktoy. they roll my clit ever so gently between their teeth, and i try to stifle my scream but end up squealing anyway. 

“let everyone downstairs hear you. let them hear what a wanton little whore you are,” the tiefling encourages me. 

everyone gets a chance to play with me; when the half-orc is satisfied with stretching my cunt, they slide their massive dick inside little by little. the tiefling hasn’t got enough of my mouth, apparently, and they make me wrap my lips around their shaft again until i’m quite literally stuffed from both ends. being so full erases all thoughts from my head, and i moan uselessly around the tiefling’s cock.

both of the creatures are loud as they reach their climaxes, the tiefling shooting their load all over my face and half-orc cumming so deep inside me that i doubt their seed will ever come out. i feel a foreign, soft sensation on my inner thigh after the half-orc’s pulled out, and i realise that they’re writing something on me with a quill. they switch positions afterwards, and the werewolf decides to sit on my face while the vampire has her way with my pussy. she teases my clit with her fingers, and unlike the others, her skin feels cold on mine. all of a sudden, i can feel sharp canines sinking into the my thigh when the vampire feasts on my blood. she doesn’t take too much, just a little taste, but it’s enough to make me feel a bit lightheaded. 

it’s a lovely mix of pain and pleasure as her fingers dance on my clit. after she’s done drinking, she pushes into my cunt, setting a ruthless pace, her cockhead kissing my g-spot. i moan into the werewolf’s labia as he rides my tongue like he’s born to do it. everything feels overwhelming and not enough at the same time, and the sensory overload i'm experiencing is even more delicious when the vampire starts playing with my nipples, twisting and pinching them until they’re sore. 

even though they all get a chance to cum in or on me, my cunt gets no relief because they edge me, alternating between rough fucking and toying with my desperate, drooling cunt without giving me any relief whatsoever. my screams are muffled by the werewolf as he reaches his orgasm, and i suck on his clit like my life depends on it, determined to milk out all of his pleasure. the vampire releases into me as well, and their cum feels cooler than the others’ as it drips out of me. when the two of them climb off of me, they both continue writing on my skin.

“we’re keeping count, you know,” the tiefling giggles. “tally marks. so that you know exactly how many times you’ve been fucked.”

my eyes widen at this new form of debauchery but a devilish greed also awakens in me; i want as many marks as i can have. still, even though they’ve toyed with me for so long now, i haven’t got the chance to orgasm, and my pussy aches for it. i try to plead for mercy yet i receive none; my begging is met with mean laughter.

“last time you were complaining so much when we made you cum so many times! nothing’s ever good enough for you, is it?” the vampire inquires but i am too cockdrunk to produce any proper reply.

after a few more rounds of brutal fucking, they untie me eventually. i glance down on my body, i notice that they’ve also written all kinds of foul words on me: slut, whore, cocksleeve.

some of the words are in languages that i don’t even recognise. the dragonborn has been lounging in an armchair while i’ve been ravaged on the bed, and now that gets to have his turn, he has me sitting on his cock full nelson style; it feels like we’re putting on a show for the others when he makes me face the rest of the adventurers in the room. his dick splits my pussy apart ridge by ridge, and when i try to get used to his size, the tiefling walks up to us, caressing my face. 

“i bet it feels just awful being so desperate to cum, doesn’t it? i bet you want something to remedy that,” they say, kneeling in front of me. “ask nicely, and i’ll suck your clit.”

i squeal and immediately begin to plead for it. the tiefling fulfils his promise, latching onto my cunt, suckling hard. the sensation of being fucked and eaten out at the same time is devastatingly wonderful, and it doesn’t take long for me to reach the edge once more. 

“beg for us to let you cum, and we will,” the dragonborn whispers in my ear, bouncing me up and down on his cock.

the noise i make is nearly inhuman, and the words please make me cum! are barely discernible, but it’s enough for them. the dragonborn finishes in me with strong, full thrusts, and the tiefling sucks and licks at my clit enthusiastically, at last making me cum so hard that i almost lose consciousness. 

they take good care of me afterwards. every voice and sensation feels distant as they clean me up with a warm, wet towel, offering me water and snacks, telling me what a good little thing i am. finally, someone wraps their arms around me, and i drift asleep in the middle of a pile of exhausted adventurers.

// it was a bit challenging to type with one hand as the other was, um, preoccupied… but i did manage to finish! happy new year dear freaks! 

[yahyeeeey]

Wishing someone would just tie me so I’m spread on my back. Maybe have a pillow under me so my dripping cunny would be tilted up on display. Maybe they pump my little clitty or my whole pussy n then slap it. Gently at first, maybe giving me a count down, and slowly slapping me harder and faster. Making sure they edge me a couple times with slapping my cunny before bringing out something to stretch my swollen cunny wide. Maybe it’s clear and hollow so they can see my cunny clench around it. Or maybe it’s able to be clamped open. Once they have me spread wide they shove things in my gaping hole, seeing what’s the biggest thing they can get in. Maybe they decide on a rubber ball that they shove in my cunny and pump more air into before they pull the spreader out, leaving this ball making me feel so full in my sensitive cunny. They tease me and say the only way I’m getting the ball out is if I push it out of my hole myself, saying that a stretched messy cunny hole like mine should have no problem doing that. If I can’t get it out within 10 minutes they’ll flip me and spank my ass until it’s sore before shoving a plug in because if a loose cunt can’t get it out she has to be stretched more. Of course I can’t get the ball out in 10 minutes as it’s far to big for my little hole, so I’m spanked and plugged and left on the bed as they go on with their day, saying that if it’s not out by the time they get back they’ll pump the ball even bigger.

[yahyeeeey]

I want my parents to send me to a slut boarding school without my knowledge. When I get there on the first day, I have to stand in a line while teachers take off our panties and shove vibrators inside us. I tell them no, but at this school, I don't get a say. I'm too scared to take it out. They pass the remotes to the boys randomly.

Throughout the day, my pussy buzzes and it slowly starts to make me wet. The boys trade remotes, so I end up being played with by multiple guys.

After lunch, the vibrators come out, and when I walk into my next class, the girl's desks all have some kind of dildo on them. One of the boys drags me over to one of the bigger dildos, and he and his buddies impale me on it, ignoring me when I tell them it's too big. Class starts, and I'm forced to cock warm this huge toy the entire time.

After classes, they take us to a room where we're all stripped and strapped down to tables. I tug at my bonds, but it doesn't help. The boy from earlier comes up, dick out. It's the same size as the toy from earlier. He was warming me up.

He doesn't wait and he isn't gentle. He slams his cock into me, laughing when I cry. He tells me what a good girl I am, how sluts like me belong on his cock, how good I feel. Finally, he cums, and he leaves. Other boys take turns with me for hours, but none of them fill me up like him.

Finally, they pull the girls off the tables. We wobble, but we're told we'll learn to take it. We're not allowed to put our clothes back on until tomorrow morning, and we're sent to dinner naked. The boy stops in the hall to grope my tits until I'm wet again, and then he shoves his fingers inside me. He doesn't let me cum though, telling me I have to wait until tomorrow for that.

[yahyeeeey]

i wanna be woken up at am odd hour by a greedy mouth kissing and licking my tcock in the dark. i awaken with a soft gasp. groggily realizing that the heavenly feeling is a pair of soft lips around my clit. its so dark i cant see anything, it’s all just sensation. a rough, warm, wet tongue licking my head. suctioning like a vacuum. the sounds of slurping and sucking echoe through the room, mixing with my sleepy, raspy moans.

[yahyeeeey]

shadow tentacle monster who is particularly sneaky around you.

of course it does all the typical stuff of scaring you when you're not looking and distracting you when you're focused on a specific task to amuse itself.

but it specially gets a thrill when it can surprise you in a different way.

when you're sitting on your chair working on whatever deadline you need to meet at the moment it materializes behind you. your body is already used to living with it so you're not hyper-vigilant around it anymore so sometimes you don't even notice it there. this is one of those cases, your focus all on your computer screen.

the touch is light at first, the tentacle starts to drape around your neck softly while the other ones move around the legs of your chair.

as soon as they're perfectly positioned the tentacle on your neck tightens, choking you, you panic for a second and try to close your legs in a panic, but the other appendages hold your thighs, your crotch is now exposed and you're unable to move as your arms are also bound to the chair with more tentacles.

the last stop is your mouth, one of the thickest tentacles rubs all over your lips for a few seconds until it finally starts thrusting in and out of your mouth so that there's no way to get any sound out of you while another one pushes inside your hole.

the tentacles hot and vibrating with pleasure and their host plan to keep you tied to that chair until they are all completely satisfied.

[yahyeeeey]

Inexperienced christian tboy splayed out naked on the altar, wearing nothing but the cross around his neck. Pastor says this will bring him closer to God, so he parts his legs voluntarily, shyly presenting his swollen little cunt.

[yahyeeeey]

guys if you are into impact play and live in an old ass apartment building, you've gotta at least put SOME effort into sound proofing/absorption 🫠

[yahyeeeey]

this shit is soooooo infuriating to me like some people have trouble climaxing through NO fault of their own—maybe it’s a natural variation of their bodies maybe it’s medication side effects maybe it’s trauma—it’s actually really common and it’s something that makes a lot of people feel really ashamed and miserable… you haven’t “masturbated yourself into dysfunction” in fact masturbation often helps you get better at figuring out what makes you climax like !!!!!!! and even if you HAVE been hitting the vibe too hard recently you can always cool off for a week or two until you get in the mood again. your clit isn’t ruined forever. christ. this chewed-gum approach to sex simply does not have a basis in fact. pleasure is not a scarce resource

[yahyeeeey]

So like, are trans girls allowed on the farm too? I've always thought it would be so hot to have someone medically force me into lactation, despite not originally having breasts, and this feels like the right place to ask. I feel like it's the perfect spit of gender affirmation and body-mod based humilation. It would be a dream to be a dearly loved cow with soft tits and a cute little cock, maybe even with a bow around the base. I've always thought the name Bess was cute, and Highland cows are the sweetest looking things 💕

Hello friend! I loved your ask and had a little fun with it. I hope you feel at home in your new pen, since the other one wasn't quite the right fit.

Hadassah's Birthday Gift

CW: Hucow, human livestock (humane), farm dogs, force feminization, con/noncon, drugging, t4t, trans/cis, lesbians ♡, body modifications

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you 

Happy birthday dear Hadassah!

Happy birthday to you 

It was sung off key and in many cases in Yiddish rather than English; Hadassah's family gathered around her and a humble little chocolate cake to sing her happy birthday. They cheered and clapped as she blew out the smattering of candles, marking her officially thirty-six years old. She had spent those last thirty-six years on her families small farm, originally only knowing the normal farm her family operated throughout her childhood. Just your everyday cow and goat farm; maybe a sheep if they got lucky and wanted the work. When she was exceptionally small it was how her Baba made all their clothes; from start to finish each piece made. Once she got older, well…it was just easier and more fashionable to go shopping. But still, it was nothing to call home about. Every morning she'd do her normal morning chores such as collecting eggs and feeding cows before going off to do school work; until she grew up.

Once she got older and seemed to show the same penchant for fetishistic behavior, oh, around the age of twenty-five or so, her step-father Seamus took her down to the real farm about an hour deeper into their property. She'd never been there before and was absolutely shocked to see all the buildings that her dad had kept secret from her for so long. She'd known Seamus to be a quiet and reserved man but she never could've guessed that he was keeping a people farm deep in the woods. Nor could she guess exactly how excited it would make her.

It empassioned and emboldened her in ways she had never experienced; suddenly her knowledge as a farmhand and her perverse education on biology could be used for something good.

Something really really good. 

There she spent the better part of the last decade honing her craft, entirely separate from whatever it is her parents were up to. Hadassah had read every medical and non-medical text book their family kept in their personal library; a fact she found was all that was necessary in keeping her animals happy and healthy. She hardly ever needed to cross paths with them except at the dinner table and it seemed they all liked to keep it that way.

Now here she sat, wishing mindlessly away over frosting smeared candles and laughing at raunchy jokes in birthday cards. The day went by in a comfortable blur, warmed at the edges by familial glee and the celebration of passing time. The best part about her family and friends was how short and sweet they kept everything; once cake and gifts had been had they all pretty much dispersed to let her enjoy her day. They'd see her casually around the farm anyway.

As the sun started to set, creeping its way to sleep, Seamus busied her away from the front porch and a cup of tea she was nursing. So much for a porch swing sunset…

She rolled her eyes in a way only a daughter could and he exasperatedly urged her to just listen and come with him in a way only a father could. Hadassah relented and followed after him, taking the painted steps down to the dirt worn path through the yard. They were quick to climb into Seamus's old beater truck, taking the relatively long drive out to the barns. The sun tucked itself away, subjecting them to night as the barns came into view; lit up only by a few street lamps and the truck headlights. 

A few dogs lifted their heads lazily up from their paws, laying out in front of the large barn doors to the cattle pens. As they sat up and stretched, some fully getting up and making their way over to where Seamus parked the truck, the telltale signs of these not being normal dogs became apparent. Limbs too long and face too hairless, the signs of werewolf transformation were riddled across their happy, wiggling bodies; their tails whipped through the air as they realized who was coming. Seamus! Hadassah! Some of the farm dogs favorite people. 

Hadassah fanned her hand out, an offer that was quickly taken up by the flat forehead of one of the dogs. When she looked down her gaze was met by the big, weepy hazel eyes of Pitch, one of their older werewolves. Her coat was full of thick, black ringlets; the only bare skin on her body were where she friction rubbed them or her tits and cunt. Her bare little snoot pressed up against Hadassahs hand, teeth cobbing away at the hair on her wrist as she mindlessly petted away at her. 

“Come on, I got something to show you,” Seamus broke the cacophony of werewolf yips and whines, beckoning Hadassah into the barn through the cracked doors. Inside it was set up for bedtime, the only lights on were oil lamps every few beams, setting the room into a comfortable shadow. Lots of the cattle and bulls were asleep but many more weren't, keeping themselves idle in their pens before bedtime. Sleeping wasn't enforced; hardly anything ever was. It was all consensual. That was the best part.

Pitch had thoroughly pressed herself up against Hadassahs hip, following in time with her footsteps. The cattle barn was pretty big, holding about thirty heads with fifteen on each side; only about ten in her specific care. 

“There she is.” Seamus stopped, gesturing to one of the empty pens- well, usually empty. It'd been empty for a while. But instead of an unlabeled door, a small sign hung by a nail with dainty script painted on it in white; Bess ♡. 

“She's been here a while,” Seamus continued, stepping up to the pen to lean against the half wall and peer inside where Bess lay. “Y'see, I thought she was a steer. Got'er to fill out m'team for this falls competition.”

“I remember,” Hadassah nodded, finally finding the courage to walk up to the gate and look inside. It was always so nerve wracking meeting a new heifer, no matter how many times she'd done it; there's so much potential at the beginning of a relationship like this. 

“Yeah well, she's a shit steer. Can't do much for nothin’ but seems to take a likin’ to just about anything involving the teats.” He looked to Hadassah at that, shrugging his shoulders as if nature was doing what nature does and he was passing that burden off to her. Oh, a burden she craved to bare. 

“I think I get it.” Hadassah breathed, excitement stealing the air in her throat as she peered down at the little figure asleep in her bed. Newly a heifer from a steer, not yet bred through with feminizing hormones; a naive little highland cow.

“Well I'll trust you with ‘er. She's a good one, whatever she is.” And with that Seamus gave Hadassah a loving hug and left her to get to know her new little cow. 

It took her a moment to move, eyes fixed on the sleeping figure. She could see small licks of curls framing her face, the start of the animalizing therapy some individuals chose to partake in. Hadassah could see that Bess had gone so far to even have the soft little nose of a cow, glistening in the candle light; pink with little brown splotches.

It took Pitch rolling her weight against Hadassah's hip to bring her back into her body. She looked down at her where she was curled up in a weird ball against her side, mouth open and tongue flopped out as she panted violently; eye contact whole and unblinking. 

“You're a crackhead.” Hadassah laughed softly, voice low to not bother the other bovine, and made her way into Bess's pen. She wasn't worried about her waking up, if she had eaten dinner then she wouldn't. No one here would.

It was something they signed off on in the beginning; the consistent practice of drugging them without their knowledge at random intervals. It kept things fresh and fun. 

So Hadassah didn't hesitate, beside her own excitement shooting her back into her thoughts, to lift Bess's blanket to get a look at her naked body. 

The curls didn't stop at her hairline and face, no, they traveled the whole line of her body. The only places she was bare were her tummy and buttocks, her little cock nestled deep in the fur amongst her thighs. 

She had no tits to speak of, just the soft beginnings of nipples that don't know their job. Mammary glands just for the sake of being born- the thought made her mind burn. Oh, how she wanted to take this body and show it what it could do with just a little help. 

Her fingers found the softness of Bess's belly, hand guiding its way up her abdomen to feel at her potential udders. Her nipples were like clouds, a softness that made Hadassah's breath catch; one of those momentary heavenly feelings that leaves fast with her body's quick response. Her nipples pebbled under her touch, unsurprising with what she'd been told about her. 

“You want to be milked so bad.” Hadassah whispered, hands still ghosting around her body like they were good friends. “Good girl.”

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Bess shifted her weight, getting comfortable as Hadassah hooked her into the stocks. Four wooden poles with leather restraints, all of which were currently occupied by the thick furry limbs of Hadassah's prized cow; and a little stool that kept her hips propped and cozy. She'd be here for a moment as Hadassah was going to milk her dry; just as they do every day.

“Good girl, Bessie baby,” Hadassah cooed, sitting herself down on her own stool and pulling over a small bucket of steaming water. She busied herself with their usual chores, dipping a fresh, clean wash cloth into the soapy water and washing at Bess's belly and tits. Over the last few months they had come in beautifully, dangling down from her body, begging to be relieved. 

She had been put on a strict regimen of hormone therapy and false pregnancies, something they did often to quickly transition finicky livestock. Sometimes critters don't know what was best for them and it took a real large animal veterinarian to make the call. The false pregnancies were something they induced within a week and only needed about a three day recess; no babies were created yet the milk yield was insane. 

By month three, Bess's body was no longer something anyone could consider a heifer despite her never actually calving; not that she could, cock and balls dangling useless and pretty between her legs. She had gained substantial weight, a point of pride for Hadassah. She washed away at her bodies softness with deep affection, watching the soap bubbles run rivulets down her belly and hips. The sun from the milking pens window cascaded light down her sides, accentuating where the folds building along her hipline were; catching the glints of light along her wet skin. Drying her off was its own treat, towel jiggling her in all the right places as her fingers dipped into folds and curves. 

Hadassah moved the washing bucket away, patting Bess's flank as she readied the fresh and empty bucket under her udders. Bess shifted against her restraints, eyes catching the glint of her milk bucket, a kind of excitement filling her that had been thoroughly trained in. If their cattle didn't like being milked, well then how would this farm get along at all. 

“Alright, now you hold still.” She breathed, gripping her fingers around her teats and beginning the rocking motion. It was muscle memory by this point, for the both of them, as in tandem they let out a moan of relief. The first splash of white against the bottom of the bucket made Hadassah's clit pulse, a feeling that didn't wane as it filled. Her eyes tracked to the right, moving down Bess's soft body to where her cock nestled between her legs. There it sat, untouched in the moment but straining against a lilac satin ribbon tied fancifully around the base of her little bovine clit, framed by the softness of her balls. The bow had been put there by Hadassah herself after she had washed Bess down and lotioned her from head to toe earlier; the ribbon matched the color of her little milking pail. Bess's clit weeped for her, flicking at the air to press against her belly as Hadassah's hands continued their task. 

Hadassah clicked her tongue, loudly four times before looking to the pens gate where she knew she'd see a dog waiting. Pitch, sitting at attention, tail kicking up dust as it wagged on the floor. She clicked her tongue again and nodded her head towards Bess's crotch; it was the only signal Pitch needed before she buried her face in Bess's cunt, lapping away at her hole and the back of her balls. 

Bess tensed, letting out a long, low rolling moo before leaning back into Pitch’s persistence. From Hadassah's perspective, she could see a little pink tongue peaking out every so often from the underside of Bess's balls, catching just the base of her cock where the ribbon didn't cover. 

Besides keeping the livestock safe and practicing for event shows, the farms dog population had another job; hole service. And Pitch loved her job, the little lesbian that she was.

Her tail made a whapping sound as it smacked into the cedar wall, announcing to the barn that her tongue was massaging away at cow cunt. Slow, methodical tongue drags along the softness of Bess's hole, forcing its way in as she did the same cobbing motion she did often to other fuzzy body parts. Bess's cock bucked uselessly against her belly, all of the inches that could escape her ringlets anyway; weeping onto the floor as if to express to Hadassah See? Don't you see how hard this is for me? And for all it was worth, Hadassah did pity her little highland. 

But nature was what nature is and Hadassah was a scientist of sorts; she always just let time take its course. Her fingers worked over Bess's teats- actually, udders by all definition now. Her nipples, which just a few months prior sat tight and taught against her chest, were now standing at attention; the same thickness and length as Hadassah's thumb. Flush and pink, they strained at the air, little dots of white decorating their tips before Hadassah squeezed in a downward motion and relieved them. Her udders themselves could sway in a stiff wind; heavy and always producing. It felt good to do well on the farm so Bess was always happily eating and taking her medications, pressing her soft nose to Hadassah's palm to lap them up just on the off chance that her aching tits could ache more. She did this every day and it had finally paid off in the last month or so; she was getting milked daily. 

Hadassah could just see the relief on Bess's face as her body could finally do what it had wanted for so long. Her eyes had rolled back to look up at the ceiling, though there were no thoughts behind those eyes, mouth open to let out little pants of steaming air. She was completely checked out as Hadassah rolled her wrist, flexing and pulling her grip on Bess's teats to get her milk into the pail. She could feel the strain on her skin relaxing, udders emptying after a long night of being left to fill. 

The bucket was almost entirely full, teats almost empty, by the time Bess let herself go. It was a weak stream, rivulets falling from the tip of her cock and onto the floor which Pitch alternated between licking up and going back up to lap at her tip; all the while tail wagging away happily.

It was fun to get milked; for everyone. 

“Good girl, Bessie. Good girl.” Hadassah soothed, hands moving from her udders to simultaneously move the bucket to the far wall and grip Pitch by the collar. She pulled Pitch back, clicking her teeth so that she'd sit next to her stool, which she did so immediately. Bess's body relaxed in her restraints, back curving where the stool didn't support it so much so, that her sweet little udders tapped the floor; smooshing like the empty bags they were, likely already filling up all over again as Hadassah got her out of the stocks. The leather restraints were undone around Bess's wrists and ankles, the cool air of the barn hitting those points and bringing her back to her body a bit. She mooed softly, a sleepy and pitiful thing that made Hadassah pout her lip at her and scritch at the curly-q's on her jaw. Hadassah stopped petting her sweet highland long enough to unhook her lead from the wall where it hung. Just a simple bit of colored rope, lilac just like the rest of it, with a little band of golden ribbon throughout the curve; it suited Bessie nicely. She slipped the lead around her neck and pet down her flank, giving her a soft pap on the side before tugging the rope to lead her out.

 They had a whole day ahead ahead them, milking was just the start.

[yahyeeeey]

Wish someone was an absolute freak about my clit. Like to the point where we're just friends but they're dating the swollen little nerve knot between my legs. My cunt would never know peace and would be a constant ignored mess, just drooling under my sore overstimulated cock. They'd suck and chew on it to the point where I would be legitimately screaming and begging. But they'd know my clit better than me and exactly what it could handle. They'd pump and milk it every chance they got until it grew to an absurd and obvious size that would be impossible to ignore. At home I'd have to wear clothes specially hemmed to let just my clit out so that they could pinch, flick, and tug at it whenever they wanted. I'd be secondary to the throbbing clitoris they were obsessed with, the host of a beautiful twitching parasite they could never get enough of.