Fattening the dairy s***

I used to be just a regular girl. Now I'm something so much more. Something softer, lazier, heavier. I've been fed, fattened, and pushed past the point of no return. I've been transformed into a greedy dairy cow- plump, needy and well-trained. I drink what you want me to drink, eat what you want me to eat, and beg for your touch and approval.

Mooing for more
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On all fours, belly hanging low, I'm ready for you. Udderly soft, s******* with every grope and jiggle. The funnel is affixed in front of me. And my feeder stands there, ready to pour melted ice cream directly into my hungry belly. I know what's expected, and I open my mouth eagerly, wrapping my lips around the tube. Gulp after gulp, I take it all in- stretching, swelling, giving in c*********.

Stuffed like a prize cow

I'm already stuffed, but it doesn't matter. He plops a lemon cream pie down in front of me and I dig in without protest. My hips wiggle as his hands knead and jiggle my soft flesh. He loves how helpless and compliant all of this weight gain has made me. So ripe and ready for humiliation- and he takes the opportunity, pressing my face down into the pie. I'm such a mess. But I'm his mess- and your mess. I've lost all dignity, all control. And I'm hungry for more.

Funnel Fed, Farm Fattened

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