Fat big udders mother is forced to endure degenerating tasks.
A courier arrived at 4:40 p.m. on Thursday.
I signed for the large box with shaking hands. My husband and sons were still getting not reached back. I carried it into the bedroom, locked the door, and opened it on the bed.
Inside lay the cow costume.
It was heavy, black-and-white, thick rubberised material that smelled of new plastic and something faintly animal. The mask was rigid and complete — it would cover my entire head. Two big floppy cow ears stuck out from the top. There were only two openings: a small slit for the nose and a round hole for the mouth. No eye holes at all. A pair of heavy headphones was already fixed inside the mask.
The body of the suit had two large, reinforced holes for my breasts. Below the attached cow tail were two thick, veined dildos permanently mounted inside the suit — one angled for my ass, one for my cunt. The cunt dildo had a long, thin, flexible probe extending from its tip; it was designed to slide all the way to the cervix. The limb sleeves ended in clumsy, rounded hoof-like shapes. Two thin elastic ropes and a heavy brass cowbell lay beside the suit. A small plastic packet contained four white tablets.
A single printed note was taped to the mask:
*Eat all four tablets first.
Wait until husband and sons have left.
Put the costume on completely.
Unlock the front door.
Sit in the living room facing the door by 9:15.
Udders out.
Mobile unlocked and placed on the floor in front of you.
Do not move or speak until ordered.*
My soft, fat body was already flushing. My enormous breasts — those heavy cow-udder tits — felt tighter just from reading the words.
I heard the front door close at 9:07 next day morning. Husband and sons were gone.
I swallowed the four tablets with a glass of water.
Within fifteen minutes the effects began. Heat bloomed low in my belly. My nipples swelled and stiffened until they ached. Every brush of air across my skin felt exaggerated. My cunt started to drip without being touched. The need was already twice as strong as anything I had felt during the ten days of tasks.
I stripped naked. My soft belly hung. My thick thighs rubbed. My breasts swung heavily as I stepped into the costume.
Getting my arms and legs into the hoof-sleeves was awkward because of my size. The material squeezed my soft flesh. When I reached the torso I had to push my heavy udders through the two tight holes one at a time. The rubber gripped behind the soft tissue and forced them to stick out obscenely, already swollen and dark-nippled from the tablets. The weight of them pulled downward.
I positioned the two thick dildos, bent forward, and slowly impaled myself. The ass dildo stretched me open with blunt pressure. The cunt dildo was thicker; when the long probe reached my cervix I whimpered. The sensation was sharp and deep. Once both were fully seated, the costume sealed around my soft body. The cow tail hung down my crack. I fixed the heavy cowbell so it rested between my forced-out udders. Every small movement made it clank.
Last came the mask. Total darkness. The headphones settled over my ears. I could breathe through the nose slit and open my mouth through the round hole, but I could see nothing at all.
I unlocked the front door, walked carefully into the living room, and lowered my fat body onto the floor facing the entrance. My heavy, ringless udders hung free and swollen. The cowbell rested between them. The two dildos and the cervical probe filled me completely. My mobile lay unlocked on the floor in front of my masked face.
I waited.
At 9:21 the door opened.
Footsteps. A man. He did not speak. I heard him pick up my phone, unlock it further, and place a call. A moment later the headphones clicked and the familiar distorted voice of the main man filled my ears.
“Surprise number one,” he said. “You will remain exactly as you are until I say otherwise. You will not move. You will not speak unless ordered. No matter what is done to you. Do you understand?”
I could not nod without permission, so I stayed frozen.
“Good. The tablets you took will keep your senses and your need elevated for a full twenty-four hours. Four tablets. Your nipples are already permanent-erect. Your holes are hypersensitive. Everything will feel twice as intense.”
Gloved hands touched my forced-out breasts. Something cold and metal was pushed over each swollen nipple — tight rings, like thick wedding bands, forced down to the base of the nipples and locked. The rings pulled my nipples farther out through the costume holes and connected to something inside the suit. The moment they clicked into place, a low electrical current began to pulse through them — short, sharp, alternating shocks that made my heavy udders jerk.
Then the dildos came alive.
Vibration started at the lowest setting inside my ass and cunt. The cervical probe hummed against the deepest point of me. The combination of the drug, the stretch, the vibration and the nipple current dragged a broken sound from my throat.
“Level one,” the voice said.
He raised it slowly.
By level three my soft thighs were trembling. By level four I was dripping steadily onto the floor beneath me. The cowbell clanked with every involuntary shake of my heavy body. The electricity in my nipples synced with the vibration, short-circuiting every attempt to think.
At level six I collapsed onto my side. My fat body jolted and jiggled inside the costume. I came hard, squirting around the thick dildo, but the current immediately spiked and cut the orgasm short, leaving me gasping and unsatisfied.
“You do not have permission to cum,” the voice said calmly. “Yet.”
He took me to level seven. I climaxed again within a minute, harder, longer, my soft belly convulsing. Level eight ripped two more orgasms out of me in quick succession. My mask was wet with tears and saliva. I could hear the front door open and close at least five times while I shook and squirted helplessly. People were entering and leaving. I could not see who.
Levels nine and ten lasted only two minutes each, but they destroyed me. Continuous current and vibration forced me through a string of overlapping climaxes until I was sobbing, drooling through the mouth hole, and lying in a spreading puddle of my own squirt and sweat. The cowbell had tangled between my swollen, ringed udders.
When the machines finally stopped I was allowed to rest.
Someone lifted my head and poured liquid into the mouth hole of the mask. It was water mixed with something bitter and chemical. Within minutes the heat in my cunt and the sensitivity of my nipples climbed even higher.
I drifted.
A sharp, deep shock through both nipple rings and the cervical probe yanked me awake. Vibration returned at level three. The voice spoke again in my ears.
“You did well with Surprise One. Now we begin Surprise Two. Open your mouth.”
I opened.
The thick dildos were pulled out of my ass and cunt with wet, obscene sounds. Almost immediately a soft cock pushed through the mouth hole of the mask and began to piss. Warm, bitter streams filled my mouth and throat. I had to swallow or drown. While I drank, another cock forced into my empty ass and a third into my cunt. They fucked me in steady rhythm while the first man finished pissing and was replaced by a fourth cock that also pissed down my throat.
Four men.
I could feel the differences in their bodies, their hands, the way they gripped my soft fat hips and heavy, ringed udders. The voice in the headphones told me calmly:
“There are four men here. All of them are very close to you. If you saw their faces right now you would die of shame. Everything that is happening is being live-streamed to a private channel. Nineteen people who know you are watching at this moment.”
My mind recoiled. My drug-flooded body only clenched harder around the cocks using me.
The four men took their time. They used my mouth, my ass and my cunt in rotation. They slapped my heavy, swinging udders and made the cowbell ring. They called me a fat dairy cow, a soft breeding sow, a blind toilet. Every insult was heard by the nineteen viewers.
When they finally paused, the voice returned.
“Surprise Two is not finished. The viewers are voting now.”
I lay there in the costume, holes open and dripping, ringed nipples throbbing, blind and unable to move, while somewhere on a private stream people who knew my name decided what would be done to my soft, fat body next.
The first two surprises had already broken something open inside me.
There were five more still to come.
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