episode_0023

Not much time had passed before Irina’s belly gradually swelled. Irina, who screamed at the bloating in her abdomen, gave birth to numerous otherworldly insects two days later.

And as the breeders wanted, breast milk began to come from Irina’s breasts.

“No, this can’t be…this can’t be real…”

Irina vehemently denied reality, but nothing changed.

Finally, the day the breeders had been waiting for had arrived.

First, the breeders pointed out the hair around Irina’s vulva. The reason was that the livestock’s appearance must be clean.

“So, we’re going to trim this nicely for you.”

The breeder hummed a tune while dissolving soap in lukewarm water. Soon after the soapy water completely soaked the hair around Irina’s pubic area, the breeder smiled, holding a razor.

“If you move, you might get cut, so stay still. I’m going to make you into cute livestock from now on.”

But Irina was holding her legs tightly together, as if she would never spread them.

The breeder’s expression hardened, and he frowned, bringing a small chain.

Clang.

The chain was hooked onto the piercing in Irina’s labia minora. At the same time, it began to mercilessly spread the labia minora to both sides.

Irina obediently spread her legs due to the pain of her labia being pulled, but the chain was not released. The breeder humiliated Irina, saying, “Doesn’t this suit an ill-mannered animal?”

Jet-black pubic hair stood assertively.

“Now, good girl?”

The razor in the breeder’s hand touched the area around the vulva.

Shave, shave, shave.

Long pubic hair was cut off in one piece. The breeder evenly trimmed the hair so that all parts were clean.

Soon after, Irina’s completely bare vulva was visible.

After the hair was completely shaved for hygiene, the breeder turned to Irina’s front. Irina’s body was fixed with her arms and legs on all fours, unable to move.

A name tag with sharp tweezers was pierced into Irina’s ear. The name tag read “Livestock No. 9 Irina.”

“Now that you look like livestock, shall we start preparing for milking?”

***

True to the words “preparing for milking,” the breeders busily moved around Irina’s chest.

Irina couldn’t believe that her breast milk was being milked. Just two days ago, she was a bitch, and about a week ago, she was a knight. It wasn’t easy for her status to fall this low.

Irina’s breasts, which were already huge, were sagging down, unable to overcome gravity.

‘I can’t believe it. How could I end up like this.’

But a strange, intense pain had been felt throughout her breasts for some time. The breeder carefully approached her frowning face.

The breeder looked at Irina’s breasts and immediately realized the cause.

“Your milk has come in? Wait, I’ll milk you soon.”

Irina didn’t know much, but she heard that the breasts of females who gave birth swelled with milk. In other words, if they weren’t milked like cows, they would feel intense pain.

Of course, this was also due to the aphrodisiac and nipple stimulant mixed in Irina’s feed.

“Okay, I’ll start milking. It might hurt a little.”

The breeder began to squeeze and pull Irina’s soft breast protrusions. Each time, a milky white liquid, with a savory and sweet smell, began to form in clumps.

“Haa…hnn…haa…”

Unwanted moans, which she now began to enjoy, flowed sweetly from her mouth.

Irina gasped for breath at the pleasure felt from her nipples. The piercing just below her areola gave her even more pleasure during the milking process.

Before she knew it, Irina had come to recognize milking as pleasure.

It seemed like the first milking would end successfully.

One of the breeders cautiously asked.

“By the way, what was this milk cow doing to be trained like this now? If she was this good, there’s no way we wouldn’t have known.”

The breeder turned off the power to the shackle around Irina’s neck, as if telling her to speak for herself.

“What was I doing…I am…”

Irina’s eyes sparkled as she couldn’t continue speaking.

“I am…Irina, the great princess knight of Laos. How could I be doing this here…sob sob sob…”

Irina suddenly burst into tears of sorrow. The doctor ran over from afar and scolded the breeder.

“You’re not new to this, how can you make a milk cow cry? You know that if a milk cow cries, her milk won’t fill up properly.”

“Quickly, give her a toy.”

At the word “toy,” the breeder brought a huge dildo from afar. The dildo was lubricated and aimed at Irina’s vagina.

“Irina, you’re going to play with this toy from now on. You’ll be happy.”

The motor under the dildo started to turn, and it began to stir inside Irina’s pussy.

“Hngnggggggkkkk!!”

Irina’s breasts shook splendidly from the shock of the electric dildo transmitted throughout her body.

This became Irina’s daily life. The electric dildo shook her uterus to help her milk well, she ate livestock feed, and when her breasts swelled, her milk was milked.

As this life was repeated for more than a week, Irina’s breasts began to grow excessively larger than their original size.

Before she knew it, when her breasts became twice their original size, Irina finally gained a new position.

It was Cowgirl.

***

Irina’s pen was moved near the castle walls.

This pen was not just a place where ordinary human livestock stayed, but a place where cowgirls with maximum milk production stayed. Irina secretly liked this place.

There were no uncomfortable devices restricting her body, she was given delicious and nutritious feed instead of the tasteless feed, and there was no need to move her uncomfortable body due to her enlarged breasts.

It was a perfect place in every way, except for being confined to a small ranch for the rest of her life.

At least, it was for “cow Irina,” not “knight Irina.”

All the females here had large breasts and a breast milk promotion inscription engraved on their breasts.

The smell of milk was felt around the pen.

The livestock here no longer had human breasts. They only had huge things like cow udders.

“Mooooooo.”

The sound of a person imitating a cow’s cry was heard. Irina also came to her senses at this sound.

Before she knew it, breeders had gathered next to Irina due to the awakened cowgirl.

The cowgirl said in a pitiful voice.

“Mooooo, please milk me…my udder is so full and it hurts…”

It was Cowgirl No. 5 who groaned. For the concentration of milk, Cowgirl No. 5 had a stopper inserted into her milk ducts that prevented milk from coming out. Naturally, since several days had passed without the milk being released, the area near her milk ducts was very full.

In fact, the area near her areola was very swollen with milk. The cowgirl’s breasts, lying on the floor, were greatly enlarged.

But Cowgirl No. 5’s complexion was very dark as she asked for her milk to be milked.

The reason was simple.

When milk is concentrated, it cannot be milked with ordinary human strength. Therefore, mechanical power had to be used. However, the problem was that this machine was very painful.

Of course, the cowgirl’s pain was not a consideration for humans at all.

A very large bucket was placed under the cowgirl’s nipples. Then, the machine of destiny was placed on top of the bucket.

It was a device with a pulley on the left and a thick ruler surrounding the udder.

When the machine was installed around the cowgirl’s stiff udder, the ruler fit perfectly under the udder.

Click.

A device was activated to prevent the udder from coming out of the machine during milking.

Cowgirl No. 5’s eyes began to tremble.

“Moooo…”

As the breeder turned the pulley, the ruler strongly compressed the top of the udder. Soon, it squeezed the full udder indiscriminately, squeezing the udder.

“Mooooooouuuuugh!!!!”

Tears streamed down the cowgirl’s eyes. The cowgirl flailed violently with the pain of crushing her full udder. Concentrated milk poured out of the udder like a waterfall.

All the cowgirls in the pen opened their eyes at the pouring screams. Most cowgirls did not prefer the use of this machine for this reason.

In fact, having concentrated milk squeezed out by that machine was closer to a punishment for doing something wrong.

Cowgirl No. 5, with all the concentrated milk squeezed out, panted wearily.

At that time, the breeder’s eyes caught sight of Irina’s breasts. The blue veins faintly surfaced, and they were stiff and swollen, indicating that Irina was also full of milk.

“Number 9, you need to have your milk milked too?”

Irina smiled at the word “milking.” Irina had now come to enjoy milking.

As the breeder’s hand touched her nipples, Irina let out a pleasant groan.

“Moooo…”

She was now mooing like a cow.

Squeeze.

Irina cried out with a moan at the pleasure of caressing her nipples. Panting breaths and the increasingly intense pleasure of her nipples.

And breast milk with a sweet scent.

This was the happiness of cowgirl Irina.

Irina entrusted herself to the pleasure of milking, unaware of what would happen to her in the future.