Cowgirl adventures pt4: Riley-TG

Oh, how long has it been now? I think It's been two months, yeah I think that's right, it’s getting so hard to keep track. So yeah, it’s been about two months now since I was transformed into a cowgirl and stranded on this ranch.

It’s also been about a month since my rancher started me on this new forced feeding routine. Everyday he brings me to this feeder, and sticks the tube into my mouth and locks the mask around my face, forcing me to consume massive amounts of fattening cow feed.

I think I’ve gained around a hundred pounds, even if it doesn't look like it. I learned last month cowgirls weigh a lot more than we look, and I’m kinda judging it based on how it feels to move around now.

It's been a bit more difficult, especially where my fat is starting to flab over, but I've found the bullboys like plumb cowgirls, and when they start playing with my rolls I feel all sexy and happy inside.

Although it does have one downside, I find myself having to poop like ten times the amount I did before. Due to having to go so much, my bowels have stopped being so tight, leaving my back side nice and loose.

Which means I've found myself going without knowing it quite often lately. After the first time I did it, my rancher changed my type of underwear to one that doesn't have a string running through the butt cheeks.

So now my ass is on display full time, as embarrassing as it is, I often forget and then it's not so bad. Plus not having to move a sting for things like pooping or fun with the bull boys saves me a lot of time during the day.

I was out playing in the field with my cowbell when my rancher came to retrieve me. He was talking about a whole lot of stuff but I wasn’t able to focus enough to pay attention, that was until I heard he had a surprise for me.

I couldn’t imagine what it was but I was excited, he was always so nice to me, so whatever it was had to be great. So I happily walked with him to the place where they keep the milking machines.

I was confused, I couldn’t remember why but I knew these machines were out of order. That’s why they had been milking me by hand for the last month. He brought me inside and showed me a nice shiny new milking machine.

He said something about adding a ton of extra tanks for holding milk, and another special surprise inspired by my use of the old machine. I had no idea what he was talking about, as I can’t really remember what happened the last time I was on a milking machine.

He removed my bikini top and guided me back down to the machine. I laid across the table and put my breasts into a hole that was on the table and rested my face on the part with a face cutout.

I guess imagine a massage table but with an extra hole for my breasts. Of course the table wasn’t very high up, so I still had to be on my knees on the floor. My hands and legs were locked into place like normal as well.

The rancher attached the milk pumps onto my breasts, and when I realized everything was so much bigger, even with me getting bigger in size, the equipment made me feel so small. They must be expecting some really big cowgirls.

Most of my boobs are in these new cups, so when the machine turned on and the cups started sucking and pumping milk, it was a much more intense sensation, which also meant way more pleasure.

More pleasure means more milk as well, so they really know what they’re doing. It had been awhile since I was on the milking machine so I completely forgot about the part that shoots out and pushes against my crotch.

This new machine had a much bigger prod that it shoved in there, and it vibrated twice as fast. It only took a mere thirty seconds to get me mooing like a little cowgirl. The breasts suddenly became waterfalls.

I was already producing more milk than I had ever done before, and I wasn’t even close to filling the first milk tank. The rancher was still watching me, I guess to inspect and make sure the new machine worked.

He walked over to the machine and flipped a switch, suddenly a new extension appeared from under the table. It had a large bullboy shaped buttplug on it, which headed right towards my now exposed backside.

It pushed right into my ass, and went as deep as it could. My moos became louder as it dug its way in. Once it reached the end it felt like it inflated a few times, as my ass felt like it was expanding and stretching.

Then it started thrusting, in and out. Pounding my ass nice and hard, and my already flowing tits, started going crazy. It was like a damn busted in the milking cups. The rancher patted me on the head, called me a good girl and left.

I was really happy to have the milking machine back, but this new version was intense. I was left on it for two hours, and I only managed to fill one tank, and I think there were like twenty more left to fill.

It was also incredibly hard to walk, my backside was so sore, and I was soaked in my own fluids. The rancher walked me back to my pen and I ended up laying down due to being exhausted.

Of course I woke up sometime later to get my daily forced feeding, which was good, I’m starting to crave it, as well as getting hungry quicker. They once again weighed me, I was now just under six hundred pounds.

My rancher patted me on the head and said I was doing great, but we had a long way to go to get me healthy enough to carry a calf. I was happy for the praise, but confused on the cafe part. I can definitely hold one right now, so what is he talking about?