Cowgirl adventures pt3: Riley-TG

It’s been about a month since I was transformed into a cowgirl and stranded on a random ranch, and about three weeks since I had a very interesting encounter while I was strapped into the milking machine.

After that encounter I was woken up by my ranch handler, he seemed completely amazed that I somehow filled the milking machine until the point of overflowing. I got to sit still strapped in while he tried to figure out what produced these results.

Eventually he found my leaking backside, and he assumed that one of the bullboys had someone made their way inside and mounted me. He wrote some things down and took some pictures before finally releasing me.

After that he brought me around the side of the building and tied me to a pole. I looked down at myself as I remembered the events of what happened before I passed out. I was soaked in all kinds of sticky liquids, and my butt was extremely sore.

Those things were the least of my concern though, as the memories of being fed my own milk filled my mind. It was indeed the best I’ve ever had, and it was so warm and sweet. Plus it made me  feel so good inside.

I knew I’d have to sneak some more later, but that would be when I’m in my pen at night. As I was thinking to myself I was suddenly hit with a blast of cold water. I guess my rancher noticed how gross I was and decided to clean me off.

That whole thing was embarrassing, after my initial soaking he walked over and removed my clothes. Then went back to blasting me with cold water. After that he led me back to my pen naked and locked me in it.

At that the milking machine was put under maintenance, something about increasing the holding capacity and new features. I’m not entirely sure what the rancher said, as I was kinda zoning out.

So for the last three weeks, they’ve been milking the cowgirls by hand. Which takes so long and isn't as pleasurable. These ranchers don’t know how to stimulate a girl at all, so they haven't been getting much milk from me.

Not that I’m much better, I’ve been trying to learn how to play with myself, but I haven’t gotten anywhere close to as good as the milking machine. So with the ranchers taking the little bit of milk I produce, I haven’t been able to get any for myself.

I even got so desperate I looked for some bullboys, but I guess they’re keeping us separated at the moment, so even that's not an option. I know it’s bad, but I just want to get back on the machine and feel my breasts fill up with milk.

Damn these submissive cowgirl instincts. The more time I spend here, the more they take over. If only I could keep my focus on getting out of here, but now I can’t even remember how I got here.

As I sit thinking to myself in my pen, trying my best to stimulate myself, I hear the rancher start opening the door to my pen. As soon as I saw him, I got up and walked over to him, so he could put a lead on me.

He patted me on the head and called me a good girl for coming right up to him. Which felt great, I’ve really come to love his praise. I thought he was going to lead me back to the temporary milking station they’ve been using, but instead we passed right by it.

We ended up walking farther than I’ve ever been allowed to go on the ranch. He led me to a smaller building with some sort of plus symbol on it. We walked inside and my lead was handed off to somebody inside.

This new person led me to a table and made me lay on my stomach. The way I was positioned was similar to the milking machine, with my knees on the floor and ass up in the air. I was also strapped in so there was no way to escape.

I looked around and saw several machines. I was hopeful it was some sort of new milking machine, but as soon as it was turned on a number appeared. It started at zero and started going up quickly.

As the number went up I felt the table I was on go down slightly. The number ended at around four hundred. Was that my weight? There was no way right? I know I haven't gained any since I got here, perhaps cowgirls are naturally heavier, even if we don’t look like it.

The person who strapped me in looked disappointed when he saw the number, saying something about underweight and a special meal plan. I couldn’t make out a whole lot other than that.

He then grabbed a pair of long plastic disposable gloves, and started putting them on. I’ve never seen a pair like this, it goes almost to his shoulders, what possible use could he have for those? I started to get worried as he approached me.

He removed my clothes and started pushing his hand inside me. I started squirming and mooing but he kept going deeper and deeper. I’ve never had someone's hand so far inside me, I didn't even know it was possible.

I guess it’s another cowgirl thing, but what is the point? What is he doing? I continue wiggling his hand around until he looks displeased and removes it. He walks over to my ranch handler and the two start talking.

I still couldn’t make out everything they were saying, but I heard some things about seeing the bullboys again, no buns in the oven, and likely due to the small size. My handler nodded his head telling the strange man to do it.

The strange man nodded back and once again approached me. He grabbed some sort of clear mask with a large tube in it and brought it to me. He stuck the tube down my throat and locked the mask around my face.

He hit a switch and a ton of chunky fluid started to run down the tube and down my throat. I felt my stomachs fill up to the point my stomach was even bulging a bit. What exactly are they doing to me now?