🐄 breedable house cow 🐄 MooooooooOooOoOOoOooooo Don’t I loo..

🐄 breedable house cow 🐄 MooooooooOooOoOOoOooooo Don’t I look like the most perfect, breedable house cow? Imagine buying me this dress to grow and lounge in when you knock me up. My huge udders begin to fill out and hang lower every day. I get lazy and pampered, thanks to you. You dote on me and make sure I have a snack every hour. You make every excuse to keep me in bed, it’s pretty cute tbh. You don’t want my ankles to swell, you don’t want me to get too worn out, you don’t want me to get hurt. So I eat the snacks and I gorge on whatever you bring me. I was conditioned to eat thousands of calories before, but I’m extra hungry and my cravings are out of control (I was prediabetic before pregnancy….I’m basically guaranteed to develop diabetes now…). I’m a little frightened by how fast I’m gaining…but I can’t say no to what I *need*. Pizzas, ice cream, pies, cakes, cookies, brownies, the list goes on. My belly is full in more ways than one and I only want more. You grab me by my double chin and ask me what I’m craving. I rub my bloated gut and pick out some fast food online. You add even more to the cart and check out. It arrives and I can barely contain myself, my fat little legs wiggling with excitement. You see my entire body jiggle like you’ve never seen. You rush to the door and make sure everything is a suitable temperature for your perfect, good little cow. You know how to get me to eat as much as possible. You bring me the food in bed (of course), my weighty arms reaching for the tray. You ignore my desperation and sit on the other side of the bed. You set it down, looking at me, grabbing my double chin and giving me soft kisses. You can’t believe how fat I’ve gotten already. I’m not even 4 months and I’ve packed on 35 pounds. Your constant enabling is making me look like I’m 9 months…or not pregnant at all. You lift the first double cheeseburger into my waiting mouth and I moan instantly. I eat it so fast but you have another burger ready just as I finish the first. You shove fries down my throat, give me some boost to wash it all down with. I eat 4 more double cheeseburgers…more fries….and countless cookies. I’m a bloated mess and we absolutely need to fuck. You take me and eat my pussy, having to push my belly out of the way to eat it. I beg you to fuck me, you slide inside and I shove more food in my face. Aren’t you so happy? Your pregnant cow is so needy and dependent on food. You already can’t wait for the next pregnancy 🥵🐄