Hotel Peeks - Cow Udder Vore
Hey y'all! I'm back with another hotel peek. This is the cow udder vore scene (the one that's been missing for a while), with some bonus milk hypnosis towards the end. Enjoy!Like my writing? Want to support my work? Buy me a snack!Or, pledge to my Patreon and get access to all my stories 3 days early, along with a host of other benefits!-Despite your best efforts, you can't get yourself out from underneath the udder the cow was smothering you with. Fresh milk is already leaking out onto your face, and you can practically hear the sloshing of it inside the churning sac inches away from you. You hear another loud, pleased-sounding "moooo...." coming from above you, somewhat muffled by the aforementioned sloshing of its udder, before the cow put more of its weight on you! It felt like your face was being shoved into a soft, sloshing pillow, and if the cow didn't weigh so much, you honestly wouldn't mind being in this position. The udder was nice and warm and soft...You could feel a teat somewhere close to your face, though. That must have been where the milk was leaking out. The cow continued to press its weight down upon you, the opening of the teat getting awfully close to your nose...like, way too close. You could smell the faint vanilla smell coming from inside of the udder...shlrrp!And then your nose slipped right into the teat! The little fleshy nipple stretched impossibly wide, pulling your whole nose in and stretching over your face quite quickly! You tried to push the cow off of you, but the weight was far too much, and it was also pressing you deeper into the udder. The pleasured mooing of the cow was becoming more muffled, but you could still tell that the hoofer was becoming more vocal as it smushed and rubbed its udder on you, giving your body nowhere to go but up...Your face was wet with milk already as the teat continued to stretch around it, the creamy, warm liquid unable to avoid your mouth. There were definitely worse fluids to be forced to swallow down as you got swallowed into something else, at least! You still struggled and kicked the best you could, but the cow was so much larger and fatter than you, that there was simply no way you could hope to escape from underneath it. Like it or not, you were going into its udder. And it was happening quickly; the teat had already swallowed up your whole head, putting you neck-deep in pink flesh. That head was already poking out into a sloshing, wet, vanilla-scented cavity, which you assumed to be the inside of the udder. Not much of a transition from outside to inside, it seemed; but you had company inside the chamber, in the form of a sizeable - and growing - pool of milk! It wasn't so much to the point you had to try and keep your head above it, but you did get your chin dunked into the warm concoction a few times as you were squeezed out into the cow's udder.That teat had no problem stretching around your shoulders, the flesh of the cow's udder showing a remarkable flexibility as it continued to "gulp" you down. Really, the cow was just shoving you inside of it, no peristalsis or anything like that needed - just the lubrication of the milk to make the journey easier! And it was doing quite a good job of it. As the teat stretched over your chest, the cow let a bit of pressure off of the rest of your body, letting you hang limp for a moment before pressing back down, using the ground as a brace to shove you up into its udder at a quicker pace. All this movement caused quite a bit of sloshing inside the cavity, filling your gullet with more of that delicious cream. It was all so nice, so fresh, so warm...you wanted more of it. You didn't know why, but you wanted it. It tasted so yummy, you just had to have all of it inside of you! The cow let out a long, satisfied moo as it felt you starting to wiggle up into the udder of your own volition. Its part was over - now it could just roll over and relax as you funneled your own body into its warm, soft, comforting udder. You were waist deep in the fleshy sac at this point, and that was quickly changing...your head bumped into the back of the chamber, and you started to have to curl up inside the udder, the stretchy sac accompanying your whole body quite easily as your legs slipped in. All the while, the cow was having the time of its life, lying on its side and rubbing at its swollen, squirming udder with a hoof as milk leaked out of all of its teats onto the pasture, soaking the ground beneath the both of you with creamy deliciousness. Soon, the only thing left outside of the udder were your wiggling feet - and those quickly disappeared as well with a wet pop!, your whole body now curled up nice and snug inside the cow's swollen udder...The chamber you found yourself in was quite snug, maybe a bit on the cramped side, but nothing uncomfortable. Instead of an acidic, sharp smell of a stomach, the inside of the udder smelled lightly of vanilla, most likely coming from the warm, creamy milk you were absolutely immersed in. The swollen pink sac lay flat in the pasture as the cow flopped onto its side, just enjoying the feeling of you packed tight in such a sensitive place...Every time you squirmed inside the cow, you could hear it mooing in absolute pleasure!You couldn't see it, but your squirms were causing the cow to leak a bit of milk out onto the pasture.The udder walls held you snugly, but were stretchy enough for the bulges of your wiggling to show on the outside.The swollen udder let out a loud glrrrggsssh... as it squeezed around you a bit tighter!The strange sauna you had found yourself in was quite nice. But you couldn't help but feel things were starting to get a bit more...active. You could hear the udder rumbling around you, and it felt like the extra space inside the sac was slowly tightening and being filled with milk. You found it a challenge to keep your head above the water line, as it were, and several times you had your mouth inadvertently become full of the fresh, creamy liquid. You weren't complaining though - the stuff was delicious! You were already feeling a bit full, so you didn't actively try to drink the stuff you were stewing in, but every time it ended up splashing into your mouth, you enjoyed the taste...enjoyed it enough to not notice that your body was starting to tingle.Your gut was swollen with milk at this point. You felt like a calf nursing at the teat of a productive, motherly cow. And yet, you still wanted to drink more. Your mind was foggy and clouded with pleasure, with the need to gulp down more and more of this intoxicating beverage...you couldn't feel most of your body at this point, but you didn't care in the slightest. You just wanted to feel your body swell with this delicious cream...and so you swallowed, and gulped, and drank down as much as you could. At some point, you were less person and more milk inside the udder, the bulges you made inside the chamber slowly starting to round out and become uniform, the sagging udder slowly returning to something resembling its original size - though far more swollen with fresh milk. In the end, your consciousness merged with the fresh batch of cream, and you accomplished your goal of having as much milk in you as possible. At least, being turned directly into milk probably accomplished that goal.The cow got up from its impromptu leisure session a few hours later, its udder heavily and satisfyingly sloshing between its legs as it made its way over the pasture. Eventually it would return to the farm it called home, and its bounty will be tapped - a process the cow found almost as pleasurable as slurping the nutrients it needed for the milk inside in the first place...
Despite your best efforts, you can't get yourself out from underneath the udder the cow was smothering you with. Fresh milk is already leaking out onto your face, and you can practically hear the sloshing of it inside the churning sac inches away from you. You hear another loud, pleased-sounding "moooo...." coming from above you, somewhat muffled by the aforementioned sloshing of its udder, before the cow put more of its weight on you! It felt like your face was being shoved into a soft, sloshing pillow, and if the cow didn't weigh so much, you honestly wouldn't mind being in this position. The udder was nice and warm and soft...
You could feel a teat somewhere close to your face, though. That must have been where the milk was leaking out. The cow continued to press its weight down upon you, the opening of the teat getting awfully close to your nose...like, way too close. You could smell the faint vanilla smell coming from inside of the udder...
*shlrrp!*
And then your nose slipped right into the teat! The little fleshy nipple stretched impossibly wide, pulling your whole nose in and stretching over your face quite quickly! You tried to push the cow off of you, but the weight was far too much, and it was also pressing you deeper into the udder. The pleasured mooing of the cow was becoming more muffled, but you could still tell that the hoofer was becoming more vocal as it smushed and rubbed its udder on you, giving your body nowhere to go but up...
Your face was wet with milk already as the teat continued to stretch around it, the creamy, warm liquid unable to avoid your mouth. There were definitely worse fluids to be forced to swallow down as you got swallowed into something else, at least! You still struggled and kicked the best you could, but the cow was so much larger and fatter than you, that there was simply no way you could hope to escape from underneath it. Like it or not, you were going into its udder. And it was happening quickly; the teat had already swallowed up your whole head, putting you neck-deep in pink flesh. That head was already poking out into a sloshing, wet, vanilla-scented cavity, which you assumed to be the inside of the udder. Not much of a transition from outside to inside, it seemed; but you had company inside the chamber, in the form of a sizeable - and growing - pool of milk! It wasn't so much to the point you had to try and keep your head above it, but you did get your chin dunked into the warm concoction a few times as you were squeezed out into the cow's udder.
That teat had no problem stretching around your shoulders, the flesh of the cow's udder showing a remarkable flexibility as it continued to "gulp" you down. Really, the cow was just shoving you inside of it, no peristalsis or anything like that needed - just the lubrication of the milk to make the journey easier! And it was doing quite a good job of it. As the teat stretched over your chest, the cow let a bit of pressure off of the rest of your body, letting you hang limp for a moment before pressing back down, using the ground as a brace to shove you up into its udder at a quicker pace. All this movement caused quite a bit of sloshing inside the cavity, filling your gullet with more of that delicious cream. It was all so nice, so fresh, so warm...you wanted more of it. You didn't know why, but you wanted it. It tasted so yummy, you just had to have all of it inside of you!
The cow let out a long, satisfied moo as it felt you starting to wiggle up into the udder of your own volition. Its part was over - now it could just roll over and relax as you funneled your own body into its warm, soft, comforting udder. You were waist deep in the fleshy sac at this point, and that was quickly changing...your head bumped into the back of the chamber, and you started to have to curl up inside the udder, the stretchy sac accompanying your whole body quite easily as your legs slipped in. All the while, the cow was having the time of its life, lying on its side and rubbing at its swollen, squirming udder with a hoof as milk leaked out of all of its teats onto the pasture, soaking the ground beneath the both of you with creamy deliciousness. Soon, the only thing left outside of the udder were your wiggling feet - and those quickly disappeared as well with a wet *pop!*, your whole body now curled up nice and snug inside the cow's swollen udder...
The chamber you found yourself in was quite snug, maybe a bit on the cramped side, but nothing uncomfortable. Instead of an acidic, sharp smell of a stomach, the inside of the udder smelled lightly of vanilla, most likely coming from the warm, creamy milk you were absolutely immersed in. The swollen pink sac lay flat in the pasture as the cow flopped onto its side, just enjoying the feeling of you packed tight in such a sensitive place...
Every time you squirmed inside the cow, you could hear it mooing in absolute pleasure!
You couldn't see it, but your squirms were causing the cow to leak a bit of milk out onto the pasture.
The udder walls held you snugly, but were stretchy enough for the bulges of your wiggling to show on the outside.
The swollen udder let out a loud *glrrrggsssh...* as it squeezed around you a bit tighter!
The strange sauna you had found yourself in was quite nice. But you couldn't help but feel things were starting to get a bit more...active. You could hear the udder rumbling around you, and it felt like the extra space inside the sac was slowly tightening and being filled with milk. You found it a challenge to keep your head above the water line, as it were, and several times you had your mouth inadvertently become full of the fresh, creamy liquid. You weren't complaining though - the stuff was delicious! You were already feeling a bit full, so you didn't actively try to drink the stuff you were stewing in, but every time it ended up splashing into your mouth, you enjoyed the taste...enjoyed it enough to not notice that your body was starting to tingle. Your gut was swollen with milk at this point. You felt like a calf nursing at the teat of a productive, motherly cow. And yet, you still wanted to drink more. Your mind was foggy and clouded with pleasure, with the need to gulp down more and more of this intoxicating beverage...you couldn't feel most of your body at this point, but you didn't care in the slightest. You just wanted to feel your body swell with this delicious cream...and so you swallowed, and gulped, and drank down as much as you could. At some point, you were less person and more milk inside the udder, the bulges you made inside the chamber slowly starting to round out and become uniform, the sagging udder slowly returning to something resembling its original size - though far more swollen with fresh milk. In the end, your consciousness merged with the fresh batch of cream, and you accomplished your goal of having as much milk in you as possible. At least, being turned directly into milk probably accomplished that goal.
The cow got up from its impromptu leisure session a few hours later, its udder heavily and satisfyingly sloshing between its legs as it made its way over the pasture. Eventually it would return to the farm it called home, and its bounty will be tapped - a process the cow found almost as pleasurable as slurping the nutrients it needed for the milk inside in the first place...