Once I wanted to have a pet. He began by instructing the IT department of the company to conduct a search among women who donate breast milk. We were looking for healthy, young, not insecure, and a dozen more parameters, even in appearance. This is not a fundamental factor for a pet, but still it is more pleasant to own a beautiful pet.
Clara turned out to be the perfect candidate for the role of a pet: brutally sexy, with an unbridled carnal appetite. With a young and healthy husband, she took two lovers and, on occasion, could sleep with the first person she met. Unburdened by intellect. lazy. In addition to greed for intimacy, she is greedy for gifts, money, food. Unable and unwilling to take care of herself or her offspring. She is young and perfectly healthy, but she managed to seriously launch herself. Quietly hates and despises her own husband, who is unable to satisfy her unbridled sexual and material needs.
A well-dressed, respectable lady offered Clara a job for a millionaire family from a nearby town. The only thing that was required of Lara was to give milk. Good quality and a lot. To do this, a woman must do fitness twice a day with a trainer, undergo medical procedures to stimulate lactation, completely abandon alcohol and unprotected sex. And of course sucking milk. Three times a day. Otherwise, Clara was completely free, and free to dispose of her time and a decent salary. She could live in an apartment rented with her own money, or a luxurious outbuilding in the employer's house. A plane ticket and a small amount of money were included.
Almost without hesitation, the pet agreed to the proposal. She left her daughter and husband and flew away. To live in luxurious conditions, and at the end of the seven-year contract to receive a substantial amount of money.
The “working day” of a novice cow fit into 14 hours. From 6 am to 8 pm. At 6 the first milking and at 19:30 the last. In the morning she went in for sports, underwent procedures, stoically enduring painful injections in the mammary glands. I had a very hearty breakfast with delicacies and sweets. Then free time, after 5 hours milking, lunch, short rest and sports. Then dinner at six and the last milking. Clara suited such a rhythm of life. From the beginning, she used the afternoon break for shopping, and spent every evening in a restaurant, basely returning "home" with a boyfriend, and sometimes not with one. The doctor warned that milk production therapy increases sex drive. For this reason, the wing had a rich selection of sex toys. Gradually, shopping became boring, the woman preferred to sleep during the day, in the evening it was no less tasty than in a restaurant to eat at home, having played to her heart's content before going to bed with a dildo.
After a year of such a life, the bust of a woman increased by two numbers, Clara gained a few kilograms of weight, but, thanks to hard training, she looked more slender and toned than before. Natural laziness, a little chemistry in food, a slight suggestion from an experienced doctor, easily directed the woman's behavior in the right direction.
She stopped going out into the city, limiting herself to meetings with a gardener who has a phenomenally large machine. A different size would not satisfy her now: imperceptibly, the diameter of the toys increased, and the pet satisfied itself with completely monstrous dildos. Food gradually became the most simple and unrefined, for that not limited in quantity. Now the woman almost didn’t wear clothes: old things didn’t fit, and there was no one to dress up for: the whole circle of friends was a doctor, a fitness trainer, cleaners who did not open their mouths and a gardener who appeared less and less, and then completely disappeared. The style of communication of others will gradually change: instead of courtesy and courtesy, now only demands and orders sounded. However, she was still fully provided for and cared for, so the pet did not pay much attention to such circumvention. Milking increased up to 6 times a day. The doctor implanted valves into the veins of his hands, through which substances necessary for the quality of milk were instilled. The woman now did not understand why, she once wanted to leave the House, her cozy place.
The turning point in Lara's life was the appearance of the Boss. From the beginning, she mistook him for another coach. Only more demanding and prone to harsh punishments. However, He spent much more time with the Cow, or simply Cor, as everyone now called the woman. Masterfully alternated punishments and rewards. Gradually subordinating, inspiring almost mystical love and devotion, forcing unquestioningly to carry out any orders or wishes. Soon, the pet most of all in life wanted to please the Owner, to please him. Some of the things required of her seemed strange and took a long time to get used to. For example, the constant wearing of special gloves with hooves, and boots, again with soles in the form of hooves. Movement exclusively on all fours. Such a run was especially difficult. Other wishes were pleasing: for example, a beautiful golden collar, which she now always wore, or sex, with another pet of the master, a gray donkey, with a big sweet cock penetrating to the very depths of nature. The cow liked her life. She tried her best to give more milk and behave properly for this. And most importantly, the owner likes it.
I was justifiably proud of the work I had done. Constant training, and a good plastic surgeon turned Clara into a real sex bomb with an attractive but cow-like face. Friends looked with interest at a luxurious woman, dressed only in a collar and hooves, and running on all fours in the garden. Attention was attracted by huge, swaying breasts with swollen protruding veins and long, large nipples, touching blades of grass when moving.
By order, she could fulfill any order, suck a penis or lick a vagina very well, depending on the gender of the guests. Allow yourself to be milked or fucked, although the stretched and constantly developed vagina and anus could easily accept a bottle of champagne. Cow carried out all these orders with noticeable pleasure, and with truly royal equanimity.
I was a little tired of the pet, but when one of my friends offered to buy it out for half a lama of greenery, I refused - I became attached to the Cow. And I do not regret sitting by the fireplace on a cool autumn evening and watching her lying on the carpet carefully and lovingly lick my feet.