Catherine whispered in my ear “I’ll be right back, pet”

 

She slid out from under me, leaving me laying on my side on the couch. Awareness slowly started to find me again. I focused my eyes just fast enough to see her walking into her bedroom.

 

How long had I been laying on her? 

 

I looked over at the clock, it had been about an hour.

 

I looked around the sparsely decorated, neat room. It was quiet except for the sounds of Catherine rummaging around in her bedroom.

 

The leather of the couch squeaked as I sat up. It was damp.

 

Wait, and so was my top…

 

Oh my god, I had almost forgotten what had happened.

 

I came out of my room to talk to Catherine and the next thing I knew I was…

 

I reached up and tentatively touched my breasts in disbelief. Fuck, they were so sensitive now.

 

Am I really… lactating?

 

Why? How?  

 

I was certainly not pregnant. 

 

Could this be related to my soulmark?

 

Why was this happening to me?

 

I pulled my shirt off, it was soaked with milk. My bra too. I couldn’t just drop them on the floor, I had already made enough of a mess. I stood up and took a moment to regain my balance. I was so out of it. I needed to clean up the couch, and wash my clothes.

I walked over to the laundry closet in the kitchen, dropped my clothes in the wash, measured out the soap, and started the cycle.

I looked down and cupped my breasts. They really were a little bigger than usual, now that I really thought about it. I was usually a 38D, they weren’t small but didn’t dominate my plush figure. They were probably a cup size or two bigger than that now though, if I had to guess. This was surreal. This was humiliating.

 

I stood watching my milky clothes tumble around in the wash, contemplating what was happening to me. Was I really going to turn into a… No, no that couldn’t be real. This must have just been a hormonal thing. This wouldn’t happen to me. Soulmarks made us happy. It wouldn’t turn a fat girl into a…

 

I shook my head. I could think about this later, I needed to clean the couch.

 

Suddenly, the sound of jingling metal pulled me away from my thoughts. Catherine was behind me and before I could react, she reached around and-

 

And-

 

Something smooth wrapped around my neck. Leather?

 

She pulled me into her by whatever she had just wrapped around my neck.

 

“I have a surprise for you, little cow”

 

God, why did she have to call me that? 

 

And why did it make me blush so much?

 

The tension loosened around my neck, but only a little bit. I reached up and touched my neck.

 

A collar.

 

And hanging from the ring in the front was-

 

 

Catherine flicked the small cowbell hanging from my neck.

 

The sound felt like it was reverberating inside my head.

 

Why was she doing this to me? 

 

“What do you think?” I couldn’t see it but I could hear the smirk on her face.

 

“I- uhh- it’s- umm-”

 

While I was stammering she brought her hand down from my neck and cupped a breast, and the other around to my hip and pulled me into her. I could feel her stiffened cock through her pants as she pushed into me.

 

I had never been this aroused in my entire life. How could my body betray me like this? I liked this?

 

I wanted her so badly, but why was it like this?

 

My thoughts were starting to get viscous and slow. I sunk into her touch and pushed myself even closer to her.

 

She squeezed the breast she was cupping, and I could feel the liquid start dripping down my breast, running over her hand, and down my torso. It felt so fucking good. Why did it feel so good?

 

Her voice quivered just a bit as she spoke, “ God , that is so hot.”

 

She pressed her head into mine and spoke softly near my ear, “How could I have been so stupid pet? It’s like you said, we have the marks, and they’re never wrong. I was so scared you didn’t want me that I just tried to ignore my desires, but pet, I can’t stop thinking about you .”

 

She started to kiss my neck.

 

“How it would feel to touch you, to hold you, to ravage you. Your soft curves, your swelling breasts, your luscious lips. You’re perfect Madeline. Absolutely perfect. I’m so sorry that it took me so long to tell you, to show you, how perfect you are.”

 

“I- uhh- you think I’m- mmmm- wow- I’m not that- oooh-”

 

She moved her hand from my breast to my mouth and placed a single finger over my lips.

 

“Shhh, no more talking, my cow. No more thinking. Just enjoy this.”

 

I am not a…

 

It was so hard to think under her touch. The weight of her desire dragging my thoughts down.

 

She moved her other hand from my hip down towards my pussy and gently ran her hand over it through my shorts. My knees buckled, I stumbled back into her, and she giggled.

 

“That’s a good girl .”

 

Fuck. It felt so good to be called that by her.

 

She helped me find my balance again, pulled away from me, and took my hand.

 

“Follow me, pet. We’re going somewhere more comfortable.”

 

She led me into her bedroom.

 

“Hold still”

 

She pulled my shorts and my panties off and I was suddenly a lot more aware of my nakedness than I had been before. I shuffled underneath her gaze. 

 

I looked down at myself. She really liked my chubby body? My pudgy little tummy, the slight love handles, the way my thighs squished together, the little hills and valleys of the cellulite decorating my thighs and stomach, the stretch marks on my hips. How could she say I was perfect? I didn’t understand. 

 

She brought her hand up to my face, lifted my view away from myself and towards her, and began to caress my cheek.

 

“I- umm-”

 

As soon as I began to speak, her thumb found its way to my lips, and she started to trace them and part them with her thumb.

 

She still had a grin on her face but her tone was more stern than before, “Cows don’t talk, pet.”

 

That word again.

 

“o-oh oka-”

 

She pushed her thumb into my mouth.

 

 

I broke eye contact, but not before I let out a meager whimper. It felt like there was a golf ball stuck in my throat. My stomach fluttered. I was anxious. I was aroused. I was scared. I was confused. 

 

I liked this. Wait, I liked this? Why did I-

 

Her other hand came up and squeezed my breast interrupting my thoughts. My eyes locked on hers once again.

 

“mmmpphHHMmhhh”, I moaned into her thumb.

 

As I gazed into her eyes the thoughts started to melt away again. It was so easy to sink into pleasure when she looked at me like that.

 

She pulled her hands away from me and I already missed her touch. 

 

I opened my mouth to speak but then thought better of it. She seemed to approve of that. That felt nice.

 

“Good girl, you’re learning. Now get down on your hands and knees”

 

My eyes went wide. “I-”

 

She interrupted me, her eyebrows raised as if to question my disobedience. She spoke authoritatively, “Hands and knees. Now.”

 

I dropped down onto my knees, first one then the other. A smile returned to her face and she gave me an encouraging nod. I broke eye contact and bent forward, catching myself on my hands. The cowbell dangled freely as I shifted onto all fours, it rang out, sending a wave of pleasure and anxiety throughout my body, reminding me of what I was becoming.

 

I don’t like this. I shouldn’t like this. I can’t like this. I’m not a…

 

Catherine squatted down and scratched at the nape of my neck, “That’s a good cow.”

 

Her touch, her praise, brought relief and my body relaxed a bit.

 

I was on my hands and knees like an animal. This was humiliating.

 

At least the pale green, shaggy rug was more supportive than the hardwood floors in the rest of the apartment would have been.

 

I began to look around the room, as if trying to find something to get me out of this situation.

 

I hadn’t noticed it when we walked in, but there was a shallow, metal pan on the floor next to us. 

 

As if reacting to my gaze, Catherine reached over and slid it underneath my breasts.

 

“Look at me, pet”

 

As I turned my head towards her she leaned forward onto her knees and moved her hands forward, reaching underneath me. As she reached forward, her face moved gradually closer to mine, painfully close to mine. I felt the heat radiate off of her face. My face relaxed, my mouth agape, my eyes widened. Her gaze felt even stronger when she was this close. I didn’t say a word, and neither did she.

 

After what felt like minutes, her hands found their way to my breasts, and she gently grabbed them, slowly sinking each finger into their soft flesh. My bottom lip quivered. I knew what came next and I could see by the grin on her face that she was excited for it. Surprisingly, shame was nowhere to be found. I was too caught up in her aura. Maybe she protected me from it. Whatever the case, all I felt right now was her desire.

 

She began.

 

She tugged on my left breast. There was a soft, metallic sound as the milk hit the pan.

 

 

Then my right.

 

 

The pleasure was consuming, overwhelming, even divine. I should have been embarrassed. I should have been trying to hide.

 

I wasn’t.

 

 

It was slow and rhythmic. She gently squeezed the end of my breast as her hand slid down to tug my nipple, then she would bring her hand up and start again, alternating which breast she was pulling on. 

 

Left. Right. Left. Right. 

 

It took everything I had not to collapse. There were so many sensations, so much pleasure. It echoed throughout my body. My arms and legs trembled as I struggled to stay upright, to stay in the position she had commanded me to take. As much as my body wavered, my mind did not, my eyes still locked with hers.

 

Her smirk had turned to elation. 

 

She might have been enjoying this even more than I was.