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Sell us a bottle you’re the milk woman they tell me, but I myself can’t say I’m very keen on doing that too much. I mean, I get it, I know what I look like now and especially what I sound like just swaying the wind. These things are loud, believe you me.
Look, if you’re gonna take anyone’s advice about ANYTHING, take it from me that should never mess with those gloomy Moomoo milk sellers dotting around the Kalos region cuz like, Hex Maniacs will fuck you up in ways you never thought possible. There I was, visiting this country of beauty from a shithole like Unova and I guess I let a little of that Castelian energy out when I stole a couple bottles from those chicks’ stands.
Next thing I know, I was down on the cold, hard floor and felt like my lungs were boutta pop under some kinda weight pressing on my chest. Peine forte et dure perhaps? No, if only it was that simple. What those occult freaks actually did was the weirdo freak shit that made me the way I am.
Yaknow what I mean? You can see it, but you aren’t feeling like me, pal. They’re fucking huge, yeah? Cursed me something good to be just like them with the purple hair and form fitting dresses and paper pale skin except with some absolutely massive cans like as an addendum. I mean, c’mon. Everyone likes a good pair, but going above and beyond with some melons like three or four times bigger than my own head is fucking stupid!
I’m like some cow to them to fill all those empty bottles. My tits are so fucking heavy all the time since they’re always teeming with milk. Those girls are torturing me out here, letting me suffer as my jugs ache from being so full. Every time I’ve tried to yell at them to do it, my voice just suddenly falters into whispery stutters audibly overpowered by these breasts sloshing so much with all that excess fluid.
When the other girls finally do it at the end of the day, though, it’s heavenly. Two of them grab my swollen teats and start stroking and pulling on them and squirting all my nectar into buckets to bottle later. Just thinking about it, I can almost feel them emptying these engorged tits and just melting into their hands as they pet my hair and be really nice to me and stuff. It really makes me feel like a good cow for the... I-I d-d-didn’t say that.
The girls usually don’t bring me out to any of the stands today, but I guess something special’s going on since I get to hang out here for the time being. I haven’t had anyone to talk to in a while, so I’m sorry for going on so much about my... You wanna hear more about this heifer?
Well I gotta say you’re being really nice to a cow I mean girl I mean guy like myself, so I guess I can say a little more. For one, my arms are just about too short to milk myself so I can only ever massage them at like the base. That’s nice too yaknow, letting a little big dribble out by kneading them like this. Look, my fingers are really sinking into them really nice and it’s great and feels good. It makes my brain feel funny doing it so much but it’s like, really good feeling.
The other Hex Maniacs don’t really care if I drink my own stuff by putting one of my boobs in my mouth, but I’ve been kinda chubby ever since I started doing it. I guess it’s fitting with how massive these knockers are, but I think it’s kinda cute on me don’t you agree? You do, right? Yayyy!!
Do you wanna touch ‘em? The other girls aren’t here right now so you can... Wow your hands are so strong Mr. Trainer. I’m acting different or something? My head’s going all fizzy, but the girls tell me that’s normal and they’re all my friends so it’s fine and stuff. Pat my head too, I like it when they do that... Heh heh... I’m a good cow yayyy!! I can moo if you want...