Cowgirl adventures: pt2 Riley-TG

I can’t believe it’s been a week since I was transformed into a cowgirl and stranded on this ranch. I really hope this ends soon, so I can come back home and get back to work, plus eating something other than grass would be nice.

I mean, it’s not like to taste all that bad, I actually find myself craving it,perhaps it’s part of the transformation. The problem is how much I need to eat to feel full, and it’s extremely embarrassing to have to get on my hands and knees and stick my face into the ground.

I was out in the field doing just that when a large group of people showed up. They seemed to be some sort of tour group, and they were being led by the ranch hand who’s been taking care of me.

He was talking with the group then pointed out towards me, then he jumped the fence and made his way towards me. Once he arrived he began patting and rubbing my head, and talking about going to see the tour group.

He grabbed my hand and started dragging me along. We went to the gate closest to the tour group and the rancher stopped and pulled out his lasso. He put it around my neck and pulled it tight.

He opened the gate and pulled me out. I would try to untie it and escape, but I did that at the beginning of the week and it didn’t end well. They easily caught me and tied my hands and legs together and left me like that for hours.

There's no way I’m risking that again, so whatever it is he wants me to do I might as well do it and get it over with. He walked me out to the tour group and they quickly surrounded me. I couldn’t believe how many there were.

The rancher told them they were free to pet and touch me, as I was apparently a friendly cowgirl. So touching and petting quickly turned into being groped in many different places, by this large group of men.

After everyone got their turn to pet the real life cowgirl, and hear her moo very quietly, the rancher decided it was time for the group to move to the next part of the tour. So he began to walk away, pulling me along beside him.

We ended up going to a place I’ve become very familiar with, the milking room. The rancher led me into place and once again locked me into place. A wave of embarrassment washed over me as I thought about getting milked in front of all these people.

Then it got worse, instead of hooking up the milking cups to my breasts like normal, the rancher asked everyone if they’d like to try milking me by hand. I began to yell and struggle against the machine I was locked into.

Of course everyone only hears moos coming from me, so the rancher tells them I’m excited and can’t wait to be milked. The tour group forms a line, and the rancher hands them each a cup to collect my milk.

He then positions the first person in front of me and shows them how to get milk from my breasts. He uses one hand to tug my nipple up and down and the other to cup my breast and squeeze it.

After that the first person tried it and failed, trying over and over until he got enough milk in his cup to try. Watching him drink it was a little gross, but when he said it tasted so good and sweet, I started feeling really good inside.

After about twenty minutes each person in the group got their chance to sit in front of me and milk my boobs, then have a nice cup of fresh milk. After that, the milking cups were attached to me and the machine was turned on.

Like normal, the little prod vibrator thing pushed itself into my crotch and began to stimulate me vigorously. The cups started sucking and pumping and a flood of milk began to flow out of my breasts.

Within moments, I was moaning like crazy and more embarrassed than I’ve ever been. The tour group was watching, and they were laughing and pointing. Some of them were even taking pictures and videos.

The rancher told them I usually spend an hour like this, so anyone who wants to stay and watch is free to. Then he said everyone else could follow him to check out the bullboys, saying that they should be playing with the other cowgirls.

Almost all of the tour group left, leaving one or two watching me. After a few minutes I couldn’t focus on them and decided to give into the pleasure. The ground beneath me was quickly flooding and the milk tanks were quickly filled.

About ten minutes in, one of the two people watching me left to join up with the others. That's when the one man who was left closed the doors and locked them tight. He walked over to my face and started smiling.

He leaned in close to my ears and whispered to me. He told me he knew I could understand him, and that he knew I wasn’t always a sexy mooing cowgirl. He called me by my name, he called me Riley.

He then went on about seeing an image of me, and going through a lot of work to get here and visit me on the ranch. Then he walked behind me saying something about rewarding him for all his hard work.

I heard his zipper go down, followed by the sound of his pants hitting the ground. I felt the string of my thong move out of the crack of my ass, and then his hands pressed against each of my cheeks.

I may have been deep in pleasure thoughts, but from my week here I knew exactly what was about to happen to me. He spread my cheeks and shoved his massive cock right up into my ass.

I’ve never had something go up that way. It was so big and my ass felt so full, it was a crazy new experience. He began to do his thing, thrusting back and forth. Although he’s not as big as a bullboy, he sure is faster and rougher.

I couldn't help myself from literally mooing, I was literally moaning and mooing like the little cowgirl I have become. With this extra addition to my milking session, I was suddenly producing loads more milk.

So much so that the containers filled up, forcing the machine to turn off. Of course the man deep in my ass didn’t notice and kept at it until he cummed. That came nearly ten minutes later, and by then, even the cups on my breasts were full.

Milk was leaking everywhere, and my boobs were still going. The man pulled out and wiped his dick on my panties, making a joke about me really smelling like a cow back there. He slid his pants up and came and stood back next to my face.

He patted me on the head and called me a good girl, and then he looked down and looked at all the milk leaking out. He smiled, saying I must have really liked it if I produced so much milk. I tried to respond, but I could only let out a small moo.

He uncupped one of the milking cups and drank the excess milk from it. Telling me it was truly the best he ever had. He then looked at me still panting and looking at him. He then asked if I had tried it.

I still couldn’t say anything, but he uncupped the other milking cup and put it up to my mouth. I could feel the warmth of the fresh milk, and I was suddenly dying for something to drink. As much as I didn’t want to drink it, I did.

I quickly gulped down the whole thing and within seconds I could feel my head getting fuzzy. The man patted me on the head, telling me that I should keep drinking my milk from now on, as it’ll be really good for me.

He kept talking to me, but for some reason, every few words he said I didn’t understand. In fact I don’t even think they were words, they just sounded like random sounds. I didn’t pay much mind to it.

My head was too fuzzy, and my tits and ass were starting to feel sore, and I was beyond tired. I was suddenly fighting to stay awake. The man patted my head one last time, saying something about coming back again, or at least I think that's what he meant.

He tells me to have a good nap, and then my eyes slowly open and close until they stay closed. During that nap, I had a wonderful dream about me and one of the bullboys. It was kinda concerning, hopefully I get out of here, before I fully become one of the cowgirls.