Theresa wasn’t entirely sure how she got home from Dr…. no, Master’s office. She must have driven home in a blissful haze. The same haze she had as she cooked dinner for her family and watched TV with them before bed.

“Oh,” Michelle said suddenly as they all sat watching The Kardashian’s, “How was the doctor, Mom?”

“He was great, baby,” Theresa mused dreamily, she smiled at three of her five daughters. Laura and Michelle were identical twins, both tall and statuesque with bright blue eyes and naturally brown hair that Laura had dyed blonde. Then Annabella, petite and slim, blonde and blue-eyed. Her eldest, her step-daughter Madison, was a very curvy redhead with green eyes and her second daughter Kimberley was at college and had her father’s Green eyes and Theresa’s own dark blonde curls;, “I think you should all have a think about meeting with him, he was a great listener and really helped me relax.”

“Not a chance,” scoffed Laura, pulling her full lips into a grimace, “I don’t need some shrink trying to get in my head.”

“I’ll give it a think over Mom,” Michelle, ever the people-pleaser, smiled. Annabella nodded in agreement but kept quiet.

“You do certainly seem calmer,” Laura admitted with a shrug. She was right, Theresa had been in a relaxing cloud since she got home, nothing seemed to break through it. She smiled, at least they noticed a positive effect.

“Will you be going back next week?” Annabella asked.

“Absolutely,” Theresa nodded enthusiastically.

“Well, if he helps you, Mom, that’s great,” Laura added. It was a little begrudging, but Theresa was happy that all her daughters seemed at least to accept that she was happy with her new hypnotherapist.

“I’m going to head off to bed,” Michelle yawned, “I’ve got the milking to do first thing tomorrow.”

“I’ll help you in the morning, hon,” Theresa chimed up quickly. For some reason the thought of spending more time with the herd sounded more appealing than usual. Not that she hadn’t always loved the farm, but early morning milking wasn’t the best job, it was a step up from cleaning the barns.

Theresa decided to sleep naked tonight. She wasn’t really sure why, it wasn’t something she did routinely. She liked the cosiness of her PJ’s and she liked being ready to get out of bed and go if there was any kind of emergency. But tonight felt different. She was hot. Physically but also deep at her core. She was so horny. She caught a glance of her naked form in the full length mirror and looked at her curves. She couldn’t help but imagine herself as a pregnant mom-to-be, she loved being pregnant, it made her feel so fulfilled. Like her life’s purpose had been found.

Theresa shook herself out of her daydream and realised she was watching herself play with her own tits. She really did have perfect tits. They had grown with her previous pregnancies as well, they were large and firm and overflowed her hands. She smiled to herself, watching her fingers knead her milky white skin. She let out a little moan, remembering how wonderfully full they felt when she breastfed her daughters. She could have given her nipples a little tweak and seen the hot milk dribble forth… Again, she shook herself from her reverie and quickly crawled into bed before she was caught staring at herself again.

Falling asleep almost immediately, her dreams carried on her wild fantasies. She was naked still, on all fours in one of the barns. The ground was covered in fresh straw that crunched beneath her hands and knees. It just felt so right. She looked around and saw other cows, except they were all naked women, all beautiful and all on all fours, mooing.

“Moo!” she found herself joining in and feeling a warm pleasure growing deep inside. She crawled over to the edge of the enclosure and looked into a trough of water. She dipped her head and lapped it up with her tongue. It just felt so right. Looking around she noticed that the other women were all in various stages of pregnancy, some only just visible and others with huge bellies that almost scraped the floor as they milled around on their hands and knees. They all also had glazed over eyes and slow, easy smiles and massive, delicious looking tits. Topping off the look was a chocker that held a small cowbell that rang out whenever they moved. Looking down at herself she found she was very pregnant, her tits were huge and heavy. She was also incredibly wet, she could feel her slick juices leaking down her legs.

“My beautiful, cow-slaves,” called a voice she knew instantly. She almost came at the sound of it. She turned to see her Master entering the barn, a grin spread across his handsome face, “Who is ready to be milked today?”

“Moo!” chorused all of the cows, Theresa included. God she wanted Master to milk her. She needed him to do it. He opened the gat and let her and half a dozen of the others through the gate, he led them all through the large barn. Theresa could see other enclosures filled with slaves. Some had little children and some looked ready to be bred. Some where even trying to fuck each other, hoping to cum even though they must have known they couldn’t succeed without Master’s say so.

“Good girls,” Master said, watching his harem of slaves all feel the pure pleasure that only her could provide them. He stroked Theresa’s hair as she crawled along next to him. Her knees felt weak with the ecstasy of his touch. She moaned loudly and rubbed her head up against his hand.

They continued through into the milking parlour. A clinical looking white room, filled with racks and milking machines. The cows lined up at the racks and started to place themselves onto the metal frames. Master walked along and clipped all of his milky slaves into their restraints. Theresa felt her wrists locked into leather cuffs and her legs were strapped in at three different places, all of them making sure she was held spread open. Master then fixed her head into a restraint and inserted a large ring gag into her mouth. Drool immediately started flowing down her chin and onto the floor.

Every restraint made her thrum with pleasure. She moaned unabashedly and her eyes fluttered back into her head. Master then fixed the milking machine over her large, sensitive nipples. She wanted to rub her clit so much, but she couldn’t move anything. And that only made her hornier. In a moment, Master was going to turn on the milking machine and ecstasy would flow from her nipples and through her whole body. Then Master would come and use her holes while he milked her. They all belonged to him now, after all. Her mouth, pussy and asshole were open and waiting. They all tingled in anticipation.

The milking machines clicked on all at once and then the room was filled with the buzz of the machines and the gorgeous music of women moaning in arousal. Theresa’s eyes rolled back into her head as the milking machine relentlessly and mercilessly pulled and sucked on her milk-filled breasts. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and her moans joined the chorus.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Cow-slut?” Master’s voice cracked into her skull through her mindless arousal. She couldn’t even form words as a reply, a loud Moo slurred out of her mouth as she looked up at her Master with love and limitless adoration. He ran his cock over her drool-slick tongue and an orgasm burst forth like fireworks going off in her brain. Master moved round behind her and lined up his rock hard member to her asshole. She squealed excitedly as he slapped her hole with it, teasing her and building up the next moment.

“Time to cum for me, Tessie!” Master commanded. At the same time, he slid his long cock into her asshole all the way in, until his balls slapped onto her arse. Theresa, no Tessie, was wracked with another huge orgasm, even bigger than the last. And it just didn’t stop. Every time Master rammed his cock inside her, another wave of ecstasy rushed through her. It was almost like an out-of-body experience, she was light and tingly, and her muscles were so relaxed and her head full of nothing but blinding, glittering nothing.

Theresa woke the next morning with a dreamy smile. She hadn’t stopped cumming for the rest of the night, it was just endless fucking bliss, in more ways than one. Her body still felt shaky as though her dream had been real and her brain was still filled with fog that seemed to swallow up all of her thoughts. She lay there, just enjoying the feeling of nothingness. How wonderful life will be when her dream becomes her reality. She ran a hand over her taut belly, imagining what it would be like to be pregnant again. Her other hand found her nipple and tweaked it as she slipped back into the fantasy.