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Good Girls Have Fun to [MF at this point]

“Hurry,” he said but calmed his voice befoe he said it. He didnt want to sound too desparete or pushy as either would mean this wasnt going to happen, however he wanted to get past the point of her reconsidering. Once her panties were off and his hands were on her hips there was a pretty good chance things were going to proceed. “I want to make sure we both have a good time” he finished. He watched her slip her panties down her legs. She pulled one leg out and then stepped the other out and stood up straight still clutching them in her hand.

She could have just pushed them past her hips and let them fall to the ground but as long as her fingers were grasping the small undergarment she still felt like she might be able to stop, not that she wanted to. The feeling was exhilerating and she hated it. She has always been so boring. A good girl. The current circumstances made her heart race and her body become flush with excitement and she didnt know how to handle it. “Now, don’t look.” She was self-conscious of her body. It didn’t look the way she wanted. Not that she wanted to look like a swimsuit model, but smoothed out about twenty-five pounds would be nice. “Don’t look?” He thought it was an odd request considering their circumstance. “Yeah, just don’t stare at me.” He nodded. He knew not to press. “Sure, now come here.” She was blushing and wondered if he could tell. He could and he wanted to get started in hopes she would relax. Read more »

Maxwell Farm: Part 6 of 6 [MF and FFF, Fantasy, Breeding farm, Mild furry(cow), Lactation, Weight gain, preg, huml, reluc]

HER

I feel warm and safe. A contented sigh escapes my lips as I sit between Vicky and Bre. My muscles relax under Vicky's gentle touch. My eyes drift closed. I am exhausted from the ride over, and my mind, which has been racing with thoughts all day, is finally quiet.

Bre dips her hand in a nearby water bucket and lovingly kneads the cool liquid into my thigh. I hear a soft splash as she returns to the bucket and then back to my leg. I let out a low moan. I don't want to admit how good her attention feels. I snuggle my head deep in Vicky's pillowy fat. She leans forward and tenderly kisses my stubby horns.

I open my eyes as I hear Bre shift next to me. She groans a little, grabbing her beach ball belly, as she rises to her knees. She takes a rag, which had been hanging on the fence, and dunks it into the water. I listen as she rings the rag, a stream of water pouring back into the bucket. She places the damp cloth on my rear, just above my tail, and slowly rubs it across my skin. Read more »

Maxwell Farm: Part 4 of 6 [MF and FFF, Fantasy, Breeding farm, Mild furry(cow), Lactation, Weight gain, preg, huml, reluc]

HER

I rush to dress and dry my eyes before Isobel arrives. As I grab my overalls, I find that I cannot get them over my rapidly expanding ass. I jump, shimmy, and pull, but they are just too small. Isobel arrives to see my large white rear, bare and exposed, with my overalls pulled tightly underneath.

“I told you to lay off the clover,” she mocks, dropping the bucket and walking back to her friends.

I fall to the hay, sobbing hysterically. I am so fat, and I hate it. I hear the sheep laughing. Then they start to taunt Yinlee: “You wanted to be like the cows.” “Soon you’ll be a fat whore like Kami.” “I will not!” she shouts back in protest. As I cry, my muscles grow tense and achy. By now I realize that even having the water on my skin is making me fat. I’ll just have to do without, I resolve silently as my sobs fade to a sniffle.

Still depressed and embarrassed, I wrap myself in my blanket and walk to Mable’s stall. She is lying quietly in the hay, her shirt partially unbuttoned as she nurses Toby. “Do you have any…bigger clothes I could borrow?” I ask meekly. Read more »

Maxwell Farm: Part 3 of 6 [MF and FFF, Fantasy, Breeding farm, Mild furry(cow), Lactation, Weight gain, preg, huml, reluc]

HIM

Several weeks go by, its now almost mid spring, the fields are almost completely tilled and you find you're working shorter and shorter days, not because you're getting lazy, but because there's less to do. Strangely you're okay with this, lounging in the fields or your stall more and more. Your clothes still feel impossibly tight, but you know you can't work it all off at once. Plus you haven't been drinking the water from the trough, just getting regular rub downs from me when you need them.

One day you wake up to a gentle hand on your body, its early, the sun hasn't even risen yet. You rub your eyes and glance around until you notice me in your pen, rubbing your leg slowly, examining you. You smile and giggle in your half-sleeping state and moo softly, "mmmoo … Max that… feels good… ta wake up to" my hands caress your thick thighs and down your calves, and as you follow my hands you can't help but feel that tingle again. Wanting, nay needing, that delicious explosion again you roll onto your belly and push your butt out, spreading your legs to reveal your plump fuckhole to me, mooing softly to encourage me. "Mmmmoo… Max.. p-please… mmmmooo … touch me again" Read more »

Maxwell Farm: Part 2 of 6 [MF and FFF, Fantasy, Breeding farm, Mild furry(cow), Lactation, Weight gain, preg, huml, reluc]

HIM

As you exit the barn and see my silhouette in the fields you notice there's the silhouette of a plow next to me. As you approach you notice there's no bull or horse to pull it and before you have a chance to question I cut you off, "Now Kami, I know you've got an… attestation to bein' a milking cow, truth is I could really use the hand plowing the field this season." My voice is deep and rich, just a hint of a southern accent to it, but not a drawl, you might almost think me a southern gentleman were it not for the flannel shirt and faded jeans. I stand at least a half a head taller than you, and you never really got the feeling of just how broad my shoulders were, built like an ox some might say.

I continue speaking, drawing you from your thoughts, "Now your master gave me the notion you would rather work like a bull than milk like a cow, an'… judging by the shape you got," I pat your thick thighs with a big calloused hand, emphasizing the shape I mean, "I figure you got some muscles that could be put to mighty fine use here under this plow." I gesture to the equipment, already to be used. "So… what do you say? You help me out and I see if I can convince your old farmer not to sell or slay ya, deal?" Read more »

Maxwell Farm: Part 1 of 6 [MF and FFF, Fantasy, Breeding farm, Mild furry(cow), Lactation, Weight gain, preg, huml, reluc]

This roleplay takes place on a multi-purpose farm with a human farmer and a variety of half-human, half-animal hybrids. Kami, a cow-hybrid, was brought to the farm to be bred by Max, the human owner of the farm. Kami is a reluctant breeder, who must be fattened up and broken in before she will be ready to bear offspring. This unfinished roleplay concludes with Kami being sent off to a dairy farm to prepare for her impending motherhood.

Thanks to Penningthrowaway for expanding my horizons and being a great RP partner.

HER

I shield my eyes as I exit the trailer and enter the sunlight. Your farm is much nicer than the one I came from. I see rolling fields to my right and left, with your pale blue farm house sitting atop the highest hill. In the distance there is an orchard full of newly blossoming apple trees. And off to my left is a freshly painted barn – my new home. Read more »

Blackberries [Str8,mw]

My name is Ellie. I’ve always had problems with boys. I don’t like them but I know I’m supposed to. I was too young to realise it at first but it gradually dawned on me through the years that other girls had some sort of attraction that was completely alien to me. They talked about their hair or eyes or how cute they were and all I could see was how shallow, rude and uncaring they were. The first boy to show an interest in me, pulled me aside and asked if I wanted to see his ‘giant cock’. The repulsion flowed like a wall of sick that ran through me and almost emptied my breakfast over his school shirt. I could not understand why I would want to see it but he extricated it from his pants and the limp, scraggly, wrinkled worm he pulled out finally broke the tenuous control I had over my stomach and he yelled as curdled milk and soggy, gelatinous wheat-things emptied onto his shirt and pants. Read more »

Monster in the Closet [F, fantasy]

I always knew monsters where real. When I was little mum and dad would shine a flashlight under the bed and in the closet to prove it, but that just meant the monsters knew how to hide good. Eventually I just stopped saying anything. Then I actually saw one for the first time. Oh my God. It was beautiful. In the dark it's long, curly hair wrapped around my wrists and ankles and pinned me down while it silenced my screams with a tongue that made my cunt drool. I was only 14. What could I have done?
Now I call it Daniel, and it's still beautiful. It still has its long hair and an athletes physique, but now it has tentacles sprouting from its back, ropy things with suckers that are strong enough to lift me from the bed and penetrate me whether I let them or not.
Daniel visits me every few days. There's no pattern, I never know when I go to bed if he will come in the night or not.
It usually starts with the creaking of hinges. That's what stirs me. I don't know where it comes from because I keep the hinges to all my doors oiled. But there it is. Then the covers shift, only barely, but I feel it, snakelike appendages sliding surreptitiously beneath my blanket to wrap around my ankles. And suddenly the sheets are thrown off and my legs dragged up into the air so high that I'm left resting on my shoulders. I feel tentacles around my waist, supporting me, around my wrists, holding me tight, and around my throat, strangling my screams. I see Daniels face between my legs and I'm so wet my pussy is practically dripping on to my face. I know whats coming next and I wouldn't miss it if you brought me the moon on a stick.
More tentacles surround me, some simply to support me in a position no human could, some to wrap around my tits, squeezing and kneading them and suckers tugging on my nipples. One appendage slides across my lips and I can't help myself, my mouth opens and my tongue savors the musky flavor, just a hint of saltiness and all delicious. Daniel lifts me clear of the bed, my knees spread, legs folded, arms behind me and I am truly, utterly at his mercy, completely helpless. I wouldn't have it any other way when finger-like tentacles pull my labia aside and expose my pussy.
I can't help but coo when something penetrates me, something thick and strong and flexible enough to push at my most sensitive spots. It was enough to make my toes curl and my eyes roll back into their sockets. Daniel settled into a rhythm fucking me, not very fast but determined, forceful while the end of its appendage writhed inside me in a way that nothing else could.
I felt my orgasm coming, building slowly, relentlessly. I felt it deep inside first, a fierce heat that couldn't be soothed, then it spread to my thighs, making my muscles twitch uncontrollably. I sucked on the thing in my mouth like it was pure, precious oxygen to a drowning woman.
Daniel was holding back, keeping me on the edge. I knew he had more to give and I wanted, needed it. When he let me have it it felt like liquid lightning throughout my body. It felt savage, my asshole stretching wider and wider, finally filling me to bursting. Within seconds I was convulsing in climax, my filthy screams muffled by the tentacle in my mouth. It felt like it lasted for days.
Finally, reluctantly, my orgasm subsided leaving me weak and gulping down air. Daniel withdrew itself from me slowly, tenderly and lay me back on the bed. I never remember it leaving, I'm fast asleep by then.