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Another month has passed. Irina more and more immersed in her new self. At home, barely alone with her husband, turned into a cow. Irina practically stopped pumping milk herself. She had to be milked. Irina liked to be a cow more and more.

Igor could not always milk Irina. This even more wound up a woman. It was necessary to literally catch a husband. When it was necessary to milk, Irina crawled up to her husband and licked her hand. It was a signal that the cow should be milked. Igor liked his new wife. Most often, the milking process ended with excellent sex. But sometimes Igor was out of sorts.

- The cow came to milk? - he grinned. Roughly grabbed the nipples and milked the woman. Irina bit her lips and moaned. Igor humiliated her, called her names, hurt her. But the woman just flew away from it. She almost completely turned into a cow. She did not care how Igor treated her. The main thing they milked her! Irina was a cow!

In the clinic, Irina has become a frequent guest. When the husband was busy, she went to the milking herself. After each visit, the woman told her husband everything in detail. Igor did not always listen to the end. He literally pounced on his wife. He was very excited by the stories of Irina. Sometimes a woman talked about going to the clinic in the process of mating. They were both happy.

Irina got acquainted with the head doctor Olga more closely. Often women chatted over a cup of tea before or after the procedure. Olga was 32 years old. Divorced. Son is 11 years old. Worked in the clinic for almost a year.

“Ol, would you like to be milked?” - once asked Irina.

“Of course she did,” the woman laughed. - Er, you understand, people who like it work here. You know how I would like to be in your place.

- So give birth.

- From whom? And then what should I sit at home? And who will feed me and two children?

Olga was right. Irina was lucky with her marriage, and how many of her friends are divorced or married for the third time.

- I would milk you - smiled Irina.

- I would have you too.

Irina turned her head to the side.

- What? - Olga was surprised.

- Ol, I want you to drink me.

“But this is not my responsibility.”

- I beg you. - Irina smiled.

Women agreed to meet in two days in the evening in the clinic.

- Oh, Irka, even Olga seduced. - Igor laughed. Irina smiled. For all the time she became very close to Olga. She went for milking not to the next milkmaid or milkmaid, but to her friend.

Olga met her at the entrance. They walked past the guard to a closed clinic. Passed into one of the treatment rooms. Olga turned on the light. Irina undressed to the waist, lay down on the machine.

- If you want, I will not fix you? - Olga asked.

- As you like - smiled Irina.

Olga washed her hands. She put a chair, a bucket and began to milk Irina. Milk flowed into the bucket. Irina was very good. She was not wearing a collar. It was not fixed. She is a smart, obedient cow. Irina looked at Olga and in her eyes was gratitude. She was milked. Cows need to be milked. Irina received great pleasure. She looked into Olga's eyes and felt that the woman liked to milk her. This blurred look, these gentle fingers. Irina stretched her head and bulged out her lips. Olga leaned over and kissed her. Their tongues are intertwined.They seemed to be kissing forever. Irina covered orgasm. She sighed heavily. Olga finished milking her. Irina got up from the machine and went to Olga.

- Er, don't. Please, Olga pushed her away. She later said that she had experience with women, but everything was in the past.

Irina went to the clinic so often that the inscription on her left breast practically did not disappear. 1481. Her number in the clinic. Because of this, Irina had to stop walking with the neckline. It was very frustrating for her.

“We need to think of something,” said Igor. - Er, ask them to put a stamp in another place.

Irina talked about this with Olga. We decided to put a seal under the breast.

- Well, - Igor smiled - now no one will see. Listen, can we make a tattoo?

Irina looked at her husband in surprise. Tattoo? For life? She refused to her husband. But a few days later I returned to this idea. Who will see the tattoo under the breast? And if they see, you can always think of something.

The next day, she and her husband went to the tattoo parlor. The master did not ask too many questions. Irina was lying in the chair, holding her left breast with her hand. Her husband held the other hand. The master made a beautiful inscription 1481. Irina flowed. Representing yourself a cow that is branded. It's forever. The milk will disappear, the milk will stop, but the tattoo will remain forever. She closed her eyes and smiled. Cow FOREVER.

Once Olga offered Irina milking in the presence of one pair.

- You will just be milked - and they will watch. It’s interesting, as Olga explained, on the face, if you want, there will be a mask. Moreover, it is not free.

Irina smiled. For the money, someone else's couple will watch her be milked. FOR MONEY. Irina bit her lip. Pay as a prostitute. She refused.

- Why what? - Igor was surprised when Irina told him about Olga's proposal - this is interesting. I think my ladybug will definitely go.

Irina looked down. Much has changed in their communication with her husband during this time. After becoming a cow, a woman lost her opinion more and more. And now, the husband made it clear that Irina should go. Irina, maybe she would have wanted. Then. But she was not given the choice to make. Irina flowed. Cow. She liked this obedience.

- Find out exactly how much money will be given for you - Igor asked. Irina as burned. She looked into her husband's eyes. He smiled.

- prostitute - flashed through my head. Did Igor give it away for money? Wife, mother of their children.

- For such a cow should pay well.

Irina looked down again. Cow. Nobody asks them. You can do anything with cows. Even sell.

The next day, Irina was in the clinic. Olga has already prepared an additional contract. Irina quickly ran through the main points. It's okay for her. Normal milking. In this case, the room will be two more. Will look and preempt at will. Nothing else. Irina looked at the amount indicated. Not bad.

- Do not worry - Olga calmed the woman.

- I'm not afraid - smiled Irina. She was not scared. Irina was ashamed and sad. It is a shame that it is sold for money. A strange, unfamiliar couple will watch, and maybe milk her. The cow. And it's a shame that Igor sold it so easily.

- Take off your clothes - Olga went into the next room. Irina began to slowly take off her clothes. Closed her eyes. Is it really not a dream and now she will sell for money? Irina left on her skirt.

Olga returned. Brought collar, leash and mask. Irina smiled. Funny mask with a cow nose and soft ears. The woman put everything on herself.

- Let's go - Olga took the cow by the leash and led the way. They walked to the end of the corridor. On the left was a door with a combination lock. Olga entered the code. Again a small corridor. The third door to the right.

The room where Irina was led was different from the treatment rooms. Twilight, pleasant music. On the left was a soft sofa, next to a glass table. On the couch were two masked men. A man in a suit with a small beer belly and a girl in a light jacket and a short gray skirt. On the right was a machine and a small table at which Anna sat, a plump blonde who had once milked Irina.

- Oh, and here is our cow! - the man was delighted. His voice was about 40 years old.

Anna got up and took Olga out of her hands ...