\n\t\t\t\t\taccidentalaestheticsThe hole made for the larger nipple piercing had mercifully healed properly over the last few months thanks to mistress' toiling on making sure that nothing would aggravate it – but now there was a new stinging pain which had kept Feligris up on her paws since early morning, the feline cradling her breast gingerly to soothe it while the large 'doorknocker' piercings swing lazily due to her motions. Kyra the doe had left her alone for the day to contemplate the looming future choice, which had proved out to be an unnerving decision as Feligris has only her own thoughts for company - her large tail sweeping the floor behind her while she constantly supports one breasts or the other with her arms to prevent them from bouncing about on her chest as the doe had only allowed her to wear a plain t-shirt and panties with no bra or other pieces of clothing.
Eventually after what feels like days even if it has been only hours, Feligris' ears perk up as she hears rustling from the front door and moments later the door first opens and quickly slams closed as Kyra slips inside – the doe swiftly putting away her winter jacket, boots, and a few random plastic bags. ”You look like you've been waiting for me, poor thing – let me feel those.”, she tells Feligris with a smile after leisurely strolling over to the larger feline to take a gentle hold of one of her heavy breasts, letting the feline herself hold the other one. ”Mmm, you certainly feel fuller than when I left, time for some rest and then it's dinner time as you need the food to keep these sweater kitties filling!”, Kyra muses after some enthusiastic groping, looking up at Feligris who whines softly when the doe first flicks her piercings playfully up and down before lightly yanking on one of them to make the feline follow herself.
”N-not really waiting, simply thinking… of what's going to happen.”, Feligris stammers after having followed the doe to the bedroom, her breasts swaying awkwardly when she throws herself onto the bed and settles down on her side to accommodate the smaller doe who jumps in eagerly. ”Mmhmm, yes, these plugs seem to be holding very well – I knew affixing them to the other piercings was the best way, glad you agreed!”, Kyra snickers with her hoofed legs lazily raised into the air as the lies on her belly and toys with the metal nubs which stick out of the feline's nipples by kneading them with her supple fingertips – causing Feligris to tense and thump her large tail against the bed although she obediently stays put with only a growling whine rising from her throat. ”… gack, pl-please be careful, mistress… they're still sore...”, the feline complains to no avail as her moderately swollen breasts and prominent piercings are explored by Kyra's hands, the cervine nodding absent-mindedly in response.
”But it's still not much compared to how you'll start feeling over the next week when these kitty boobs swell with milk to the bursting point, your milk glands screaming for release – I'm sure you'll love it~”, Kyra eventually replies with a broad grin and digs her fingers gingerly into Feligris' breasts to elicit a sharp mreow from the feline. Moments later Feligris simply flexes her body with a whimper and lets Kyra pet her splayed-out tufted ears as she meets eyes with the content-looking doe. ”Mraaawr, don't remind me, they throb already from having been plugged all day… can't imagine of how bad they'll be a week from now… but I'll try to be a good kitty since my poor boobs and tummy are yours~”, the feline muses while slipping her own tail over her body to snatch and groom its tip as she writhes a little under Kyra's caress, the doe giggling as she listens while her hands gradually slide downwards over to Feligris' hips and belly until she ends up fistbumping the feline's midsection just above her navel. ”That's the attitude, kitty! Now lets head to the kitchen so that I can feed you, this tummy feels a little empty already.”
That said, with one graceful motion the doe hops out of bed and stands up, waiting for the feline to swing her legs over the edge so that's she's able to clamber up as well while the doe grabs a hold of her generous 'assets' to help her maintain balance. Already knowing the next step Feligris inhales deeply to pull in her chest so that Kyra is able to barely pull the black t-shirt over her breasts, the straining fabric clinging tightly to them when both of them head off towards the kitchen – the major underboob the feline involuntarily shows, and her unusually shallow breaths, do not go unnoticed by the doe who keeps catching glimpses of the feline. ”We're going to have to buy a bigger shirt for the rest of the week, looks like… but food first! That tummy's going ache worse than your boobs after you've eaten, silly kitty.”, Kyra declares cheerfully while Feligris twines her own whiskers nervously with her fingers as the approaching kitchen both beckons and terrifies her...
Later on, at the Dinner Club
After the initial whispering amid the anthro cows as they ogle the feline get down to all fours with a few soft whines and hisses, the trio boldly approaches her whereas the bull stays behind to sip his wine, waving Kyra over to himself. ”I trust you've done the preparations I asked?”, he asks quietly and receives a tacit nod in return. ”All done. She has been fed, plugged up all around, and a triple shot for her breasts – they'll blow up no matter what.” This seems to please the bull who turns his eyes away from Kyra to look at how his mate and the two others have surrounded Feligris – the cows carefully tugging on her nipple piercings and stroking her breasts as they warily observe her half-open sabretoothed maw. ”You're a very different-looking cow from us but you certainly can make milk… these are so full and warm.”, one of the cow's dressed in a long sleek black evening dress says as she cradles one of the feline's breasts in her hands despite the predator's hissing protests. At the same time the bull's mate who has chosen smart business attire for the occasion, gently pats the squirming feline on the head and fondles her ears rather forcefully. ”But unfortunately we can't allow you to enroach on our territory in what comes to milk production, as amusing as it was to see you at the party, so we asked Kyra to make sure no more milk comes out of you. Surely you understand?”, she tells Feligris after slipping her fingers under the feline's furry chin to turn her head – the assertive cow chuckling to see how Kyra's pet nervously licks her chops under her gaze.
Feligris bites her lip with a low chuff as multiple hands freely explore her body and especially her throbbing breasts, the weight of which causes her back to arc inwards constantly as she struggles to keep them hanging in plain sight instead of slumping down onto the mattress. ”Gnyaaah, I un...understand but you're so – owwww – cruel. Telling me that my boobs are – gulp – never to be milked again as punishment…!”, Feligris pants in an exasperated manner and leans to one side to be able to slip her left arm soothingly around her left breast when particularly agonizing sharp tingling courses through it – the punitive pressure becoming evident as a small trickle of milk escapes when her fingers dig into her aureole. Although small, the leak nevertheless draws an instant response from the chairman's mate who swiftly pinches the offending nipple harshly enough to make Feligris jerk and screech… the bovine's fingers wrapping around the large piercing for extra grip as she waves a finger at the squirmy feline. ”Tut tut, do I have to add some glue to stop that…? Though it'll tighten up further I think.”, she laughs as the feline's chest heaves from her rapid panting. In the meantime the other bovine has retreated over to the small drinks table setup in the room, sipping juice with her eyes gleaming from excitement as she watches.
After having watched his mate twist and tug the groaning feline's plugged nipples for a while, the large bull sets down his glass and asks the female bovine to step aside with a tacit nod – Feligris warily following with her eyes as he briskly walks behind her to suddenly pull her into a sitting posture by her shoulders, her large tufted ears splaying out even more as she timidly tries to gather her massively engorged breasts together with her arms. The bull however firmly wrenches her arms away to let her breasts hang freely while holding onto her shoulder, beckoning the two cows closer once they've fetched two items previously covered with a silk veil in a corner. A steel cutting board/tray with legs, and more disturbing, a large surgical saw – the sight causing Feligris to utter an agitaged gulp when the two carefully shove the tray under her hefty bosom to support it, neatly chaining the nipple piercings into it whereas Feligris twists her own tail wildly. ”The two fair ladies at your presence specifically asked for this, and I obliged – they wish to demonstrate the proper ways to milk a cow like you, and train their endurance at the same time. Your role will simply be to maintain your composure and thus provide them with a good training dummy for this, should they become displeased at your demeanor they will not hesitate remove one of your burdens from your chest. Understood…?”, he states calmly and settles down behind Feligris to restrain her whereas the feline bites her lip as she nods wordlessly in response, whining from the sensation of four hands descending upon her extraordinarily sore breasts – the bull's mate straightening her business suit as she throws a savage glance at trembling feline. ”So remember to keep these big sweater kitties nice and still, and enjoy being milked like a proper cow as that's what you aspired to be to steal our thunder...”
Having agreed not to interfere with the others, Kyra merely rests in an overstuffed chair with her eyes closed to listen to the constant sobbing of Feligris as the two cows dig their fingers deep into her taut mammaries, cruelly squeezing and pressing them while not a single drop of milk escapes past the metal plugs. Both of them grin bashfully at the way the feline desperately claws at the mattress and keeps swallowing her tears during the effort of holding her breasts neatly in place so that she won't draw the ire of either of the two bovines – while all of them know that the mounting engorgement will likely eventually cause her to break and start thrashing, or even if she persists it'll only be a matter of time before her overly swollen milk tanks start bursting...