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Such a disgusting pervert for staring at your own coworker while she's pregnant. She is in a vulnerable state and is in need of support from as many people around her as possible, and all you can think about are her plump, swollen baby bump and her bulbous, milky tits. You have no idea how she's feeling right now.
But maybe you should.
You need to be punished, to be put in her shoes.
*I* am going to breed you every day until your tits are swollen and leaking, and your belly is round and massive. Months of nothing but having your eggs smothered in gallons of rich, fertile baby batter. Then, once you're showing so much that it's impossible to hide, I'm going to make you feel how humiliating it is to have people stare at you so much when you're pregnant, except I'm going to make it so much worse for you.
Cow print leggings that squeeze your swollen thighs. Completely topless save for a jangling bell around your neck and a cow print bikini top that has been roughly pulled open to expose your gorgeous udders. A beautiful cow ear headband with big, floppy ears - [you know the one I'm thinking of, yes, that one]. A pretty ring gag to keep you from speaking, to make you drool lots and lots, but nothing in the way to keep people from hearing your embarassing "moos." A long black and white tail plug ending in a cute fuzzy tuft. Binding leather mitts that completely remove the functionality of your hands and six inch black and white platform heels - or perhaps I should call them your "hooves." Electric breast pumps, afixed to each of your fat, leaky udders like spigots. Half a dozen pink rubber vibrators on their highest setting stuffed cruelly up into your thick, dripping cow cunt.
And, of course, a lead.
I'd drag you into your workplace and apologize to your pregnant coworker on your behalf, assure her that you are being punished thoroughly for your perversion. Perhaps I'd even offer to let her punish you herself for a while. I would be carrying a cattle prod and a riding crop with me, of course, so she could whip you and shock you and make you jolt and shake and scream and moo lots and lots as revenge for being such a nasty perv. Then, merciful, patient, and kind woman that she almost certainly is, she would let you off easy.
I, on the other hand, would not be so sweet.
I would parade you through town, handing out the milk being pumped out of you to strangers and letting them grope and ogle and punish you as much as they want. Before too long, I'm sure - perhaps even before we left your workplace - you would begin to hurt from being in those platforms, lugging around your swollen body, and losing your balance. Without even a prompt from me, you would start crawling around on all fours like the cow you are. Your udders would bounce and swing so low that the spigots on your pretty fat nipples would scrape across the ground. You would leave a trail of drool and discharge everywhere we went. You'd be trembling constantly, orgasming every couple of minutes all day until you were so sore you couldn't take it. You'd be in less pain than you expect, but only because you're so numb from all the shocks, you feel like your brain is going dumb.
And it must be, because...
No way.
This was a punishment.
You shouldn't he *enjoying* this.
Wow... truly a new low.
You love being a pregnant free-use masochist milk cow.
If that's how you're going to be, then fine.
I'll just punish you by ruining your existence and making it impossible for you to go back to a normal life.
I'll break you.
Make you a proper hucow.
You'll be wracked with orgasms just from someone looking at your tits.
You'll leak from your nipples *constantly.*
Every time you cum will be a wet, messy fountain.
Going anywhere, doing anything, without your ears, tail, and cow print, will leave you with such crippling dysphoria that you'll do nothing but cry and beg me to put them on you. And once I do, you'll be so thankful.
Every time after your pregnancy term is over, you'll crawl back to me and beg me to breed you again so you can have your pretty tummy and beautiful udders back.
I'd make you get a "MILK ME" tattoo on your chest and a "BREED ME" tattoo over your womb.
And every night, I'll break you in more. Shock you, spank you, hypnotize you, annihilate your brain cells en masse, and rewrite them according to my vision.
Cow will be your whole identity.
Until then, why don't you go ahead start the process early?
Go "moo."
Right now. You can do it.
Moo.
Moooo... I didn't mean to be a pervert 🥺 It's not my fault her noticeably larger tits make me jealous. Or her baby bump that just dropped so she's really showing. It just makes me want it so bad... Mooooo..... But I didn't mean like that 🥺 I understand though. I deserve to be punished for that. Moooooooo..... I'm being a gross creep and I deserve to see how it feels however you see fit. And honestly, so long as I'm pregnant moooooo... and constantly leaky,,,,,how bad can it be really? How bad can it really be being a pregnancy free-use masochist milk cow..? It's what I wanted right..? Moooooo....
Imagine somebody you know coming into your store, but they're wearing a sanitary mask, they change their hair, and they're wearing clothes you don't usually see them in, so you don't recognize them. Then they catch you in the bathroom next time you go in and clasp their hand over your mouth, saying, "I knew I'd find you here, baby."
You recognize the voice, and it stirs that panic into confusion and, to your shame, excitement. They pull your pants down and your shirt up, then bend you over the sink and make you look in the mirror while their arm wraps around your neck and their cock violates your desperate, leaky fucksleeve.
"It made me so sad that you didn't recognize, baby! I got so jealous at whatever else you were thinking about, I just had to take it out on you."
"No, shshshh, it's okay, it's just me! It's not rape if it's someone you love, silly! I'm not raping you! I'm just using you like all those times you said you wanted me to!"
"You weren't lying to me, were you? You think I'm beautiful, right?? You like my cock, don't you!?!?"
Their arm squeezes your neck and turns your face red.
"No, of course you weren't. You're not the kind of person who would do that. You're perfect!! I mean, just look at you!" They refer to the sight of your twisted, reddened face and bouncing tits in the mirror in front of you. "Nobody this gorgeous would ever be that cruel and selfish!"
You can swear you hear something in your neck pop, and you feel yourself getting sore and lightheaded while their cock rapidly pistons in and out of your perfect, tight rapehole, your mess cascading down your thighs and ruining your pants. "I don't hear you redlighting, or yellowlighting," and of course not, because their arm is close to crushing your windpipe, "so I won't stop!! I'll keep using you and using you and using you! I know all your favorite things, baby.. I can make you so, so happy, I can make you feel so, so good, and-and I will! N-no matter what!!"
Their movements become crazed, erratic, "Hhf, fuck, of course your pussy feels this good.. I'm going to get you good and pregnant, okay?? Even if you're on birth control, I'll fill you up so much that nothing can keep you from being bred, just like we talked about!! You're going to live your fantasy, baby!! Aren't you excited??? Oh, fuuck, I'm so close!! I love you!!! I love you so much and we're going to have sex every day whether you say yes or not!!! Just like we always fantasized about!!! Hahh!! Ahh!!!"
Then they stuff you full so completely, filling you to the brim, the only thing allowing you to finally breathe being that their orgasm makes their muscles weak enough to loosen their grip. You cough and gasp, collapsing against the bathroom sink. "Oh, are you okay, baby?? I guess I was squeezing a little tight. Poor thing. Let me take you home! Maybe being bred in your own bed will be better!! Hm? What do you mean you think you're done? Don't be silly, baby, you love it when I use you! Don't you want more of it?? Or were you lying to me about everything???? You wouldn't lie to me, so obviously you're just being silly - come on, I'll carry you."
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This is sudden but as I’m talking to so many of my friends I begin to smile knowing how many people are thinking about me all the time. Even people on tumblr who don’t know me that well are thinking about me enough to want to mention me so I can see something or even just look at my blog and it fills me with joy to know how many people are so happy to just be around me.