scribbledsmuttystories: Ben couldn’t think of how long he’d been at the farm. He vaguely
scribbledsmuttystories: Ben couldn’t think of how long he’d been at the farm. He vaguely remembered applying for some kind of position…farmhand? That sounded right. But that was before the injections, the drugs, and the delicious delicious feed. Before his pretty leg and arm warmers, and the adorable cowbell that blanked his mind whenever it dings. He knew his position now though: Ben was a sissy cow.He was always so full of milk! His cock leaked everywhere, even while he slept. Even after his second bucket of spunk drained out of him, he still had more to give. His breath caught when the strong hand of his owner returned to his hips. He wiggled is tight little ass to encourage more attention. If he produced enough, sometimes he got a splash of his own cream into his feed trough! He couldn’t wait to be a good cow.“One more bucket and we’re done, Ben!” his master said in his saccharin yet authoritative tone. The sound of his belt coming undone behind Ben’s quivering rear told him exactly what was about to happen. Sissy milk drooled into the already full bucket below him.“Moooooo~” Ben moaned, and readied himself to be milked. -- source link