

The Cow-Curse wittles away at my intelligence until I'm fucked and finished in. The rougher and more animalistic he treats me, the longer I can go between sessions. It's humiliating- demanding I moo, grabbing my belly like udders, but what I hate most is how excited I feel when my brain fogs up now
Fuck, I hate being a woman, but even when my senses come back, I can't deny how amazing it feels to be plowed like cattle. My best friend has been so helpful, but I also worried he's starting to like it. And I have the oddest feeling he's whispering and suggesting things to me when I'm most vulnerable... I mean, he says he'll have the plan to change me back next week... Or did he just say change... Oh no, here it comes again, I better moooove his laundry over before I lose all sense again...