From Man to Moo: Trapped and Transformed into a Dairy Cow
Something, in fact, that he was very, very familiar with from the time that he had worked with his ex-wife on the dairy farm.
Cult of the Cow
[i]she stinks,[/i] paraskeve thought, grumbling as the smell of sweat and hot dairy filled her nose. it was an impossibly rank smell, considering she was used to a more urban life, and she wrinkled her nose.
Becoming the Frenzy
Not a person emerged from the growing dairy stream, though. just like back at the boulevard, only the admirers' clothes remained.
Things can only get Cheddar
After all, he was a hearty farm lad with a steady diet of grains and more dairy than most people. on the plus side working on a dairy farm all day on a hearty diet had blessed him with a set of muscles that sat wonderfully on his broad frame.
Stud-sitting Part 1
"well," kipcha said in a clearly unsure voice, "i spent a few summers working on my uncle's dairy farm when i was a kid. it was mostly milking cows and babysitting his three kids though."
The Desert Flower: Ch2: A Gold Cage
He set to filing the flat tops into round harmless bumps that a lazy dairy cow might have, the bone dust covering the top of his head in a sparse layer of calcium snow. "now off with you. with you both, rather."
As the Saying Goes...
Sigma looked at herself in the mirror, and saw beneath her powerful dairy-herd frame a set of swollen pink udders dangling down. she could feel them aching.
Don't Picnic In Cow Pastures (Part 1)
She's a black and white splotched dairy cow, not particularly big for her kind, but a bit on the chubby side, and with an ample udder swinging beneath her.
Down in Dustwallow
Jin wasn't too far off now, and his nipples soon gushed with his milk, the floor getting soaked in a mixture of all three men's copious amounts of dairy, all the while the goblin barkeep was watching avidly, stroking a noticeable bulge in his pants.
Tied Like Dogs
Meanwhile, opposite one of the dairy counters, stood a fairly modest stand selling pet essentials like toys and bags of food. the man behind it was tall and remarkably toned, with ruffled brown hair and war-hardened eyes.
Dear Journal (First-Person Mrs. Krieg POV)
For example, with my husband mark to help me, i've had to avoid wine, too much dairy, as well as caffeine. i honestly can't stand spicy food, but it always has been avoided, since i get digestive issues from anything that's spicy.
Milk Time
He was very close to what looked like a dairy farm. his ears gave a weak twitch as he began to walk up towards it, his blue hair matted to his head in his sweaty state.