Thread: (NSFW) The Zoophilian's Consolidated Rp Thread Reboot!

The Accidental BitchSuit MxM, TF, Incest, NC See more Been working on a new storyline, It involves MxM, Beast and other fun elements, Two versions of it are as follows, One is Incestial and the other more mainstream. Imagine if you will an idea involving a teenish boy who discovers his mum has such a bitchsuit, One day he see's old pictures of her in it, Pictures of her being striped down, transformed into a Dog via the bitchsuit and gets curious, he ends up putting it on and is mistaken for her. So the virgin boy gets mistaken for his well traveled and animal trained mum, Poor young boy discovered by his father for example, Who writes him off as her, The shapely woman who had sworn off animal cock years before and now is caught red handed in that old bitch suit and gets taught a cruel lesson possibly involving a number of neighborhood dogs, insertions and otherwise oblivious to the fact that he isn't the shapely woman but instead the young teen. Or shifted slightly for a less incestual angle, What if the suit belongs to the boys friends mum, The two of them watched old vids of her getting transformed and fucked as a dog by increasingly larger animals with the final tape they find of the woman in the bitch suit getting prepared to be fucked by a horse! Only they tape is old and they don't get to see the actual mounting. So one of the two gets talked into wearing the suit and maybe possibly gets dragged into finishing the climax of the tape they found or something to that effect that would end with the young teen boy ending up rutted by a animal that easily has a few hundred lbs on him all under the guise of someone thinking he is not just someone else, but something else entirely. The first path geared more around a heavy Incest angle, With the boys father who finds him and thinks he is that 'animal slut' of a wife diving back into the world of doggy cock and needs to be taught a lesson. Or if the other path, The boys friend that transforms him and tries to set up an encounter with a horse, Plus what ever animals. The scope of the scene can be broaden to have more moving parts and characters or narrowed to more specifically cover the animal encounters of which you would play the role of what ever is aimed to mount the boy turned bitch. Now all this said, Nothing is set in stone, All of the above is up for debate and a simple outline of what could be, Limits are none, Sexicuition's, Snuff and other bad ends are always on the table. If interested feel free to send me an PM and the rp can be defined a bit more. Best In Show. MxM, Beast, Public, TF See more It was promised to be one of a kind, That heavy rubbery bondage suit designed after a horse, It was even lined on the outside with real horse hair, And with the up coming Animal event he was certain that he could take the Best in show or best breed title and the money which came with the title. It was a small town and hardly anyone bothered to enter, He would be a sure thing. Eagerly, Slowly he was made to step into that bondage, Where it would be inched up over his legs, With toes pressing into the hooven sleeves that ended at that last joint, Adding about a foot of weighted material for him to step down on, adding nearly a full foot to his bent over stature as the Hindquarters would be inched up, It was heavy, The suit alone would weigh nearly 70.. 80lbs. Slowly his form would start to look more animal, Legs forced to bend the heavy latex not allowing him to stand upright or stretch his legs in certain ways, Soon he felt a cold wet hand slapping wetly between his parted thighs, stroking his cock till it dripped and drooled, Painfully erect and dripping with an oily pheromone mixture. His erect length worked into the rubbery sheath of the bondage, where it would be squeezed and almost milked by the now dripping latex. The opening at the tip of the leathery sheath dripped with that pheromone mixture almost as if a calling card sent out long before he was ever seen. Soon his stomach vanished, back, chest, Arms to soon worked into the front limbs with his hands forced to curl, Pressing firm against the second joint or Knee of the Hooven legs allowing it to bend properly and making him closer to the right size. By the end not a single seam would be visible, The last but would be that heavy Head and muzzle pulled over his features, Allowing him to stare almost cross eyed thru the openings for eyes. Staring down the length of that muzzle which would measure several inches, Rounded bulbous, Before he could ask any questions, he was greeted to that same hand, dripping with pheromones that had worked over his cock, Slowly being worked into his mouth, Drenched in those oils coating his tongue and staining those lips, his mouth with the taste. There had been a reason this was saved for last. He would stare, watching with wide eyes when that hand pressed into that rounded equine muzzle that jutted out from his face, And slowly started to sink in, inch by inch till it was stretched wide, squeezing the arm visibly. That hand would vanish nearly up to the elbow into that muzzle and into his mouth, While to anyone looking on it looked horribly cruel, Like the person was fishing for something out of the Pony's throat, the forearm only meant that hand would be nestled perfectly into his mouth making him gag, A Muffled scream of protest as his jaws creaked and ached, threatening to dislocate at any moment. He was able to feel that entire hand able to feel those knuckles firm against his lips and tongue. That hand Working Rubbery Caps over his teeth, A device that would bind to his teeth attached to the muzzle, Not allowing his mouth to close entirely, yet allow limited control over the muzzle and its mouth. That hand and those probing fingers could be felt pressing against the back of his mouth forcing him to drool and gag, Choking even as that oily pheromone mixture dripped down his throat. In the end he looked like a medium sized pony, Only without those keen sense's or the strength that came with being an animal. His hearing would be all but muted. Only able to hear the world muffled around him, His friend, Or anyone would have to nearly shout to get their words to sink in. His body ached with every movement he made. And those movements would be slow, careful as he tried to step forward feeling the weight against those faux hooven limbs before finally his muzzle was fitted with a Bit, Bridle complete with reigns before being tugged along, forced to follow as his heart raced feeling as if he were nude in public from the safety of that long horse trailer to the hay matted floors of the arena. His life in the hands of the one who had given him the twisted idea of becoming an animal and winning in a contest against real live Animals. One of his best friends who had more or less come with the elaborate bondage for the sole purpose of transforming him properly and of course, Hiding any proof of a past life that may of been left behind in the wake of the transformation, Several questions flooded his mind about the suit, about the way it fit and the way that rubbery sheath constantly would squeeze his length, every step, every buck of his hips he could feel his own length shifting in that drooling rubbery sheath which his length would be to small to ever slip free of yet it was open enough to allow those pheromones to drip freely and other bodily fluids. The potent scents alone burned his eyes turning those deep emerald eyes into teary redden messes blurring his vision ever so slightly as his mind slowly slipped from concern with his own safety to those of a sexual nature, With his every step his own erect length hidden within that sheath would twist and turn bringing him nearly to the point of orgasm with merely a few steps. He wouldn't be the first small sized Stallion being entered as a Mare and the inspection process was no different, Nor was the prize at the end. The prize at the end a hefty purse worth more than two or three purebred Mare and a rare shot at fame, Fame coming from the honor of being mated with a well known Draft horse from the racing circuits, If he lost or was disqualified for being a male horse in the Mare division? It simply meant the boy turned horse, Would have papers proving he was no longer human and now Livestock, Winning would mean a first date he certainly wouldn't ever forget. The Mascot Beast, MxM, Public, Bad End optional See more It was his turn to feed the schools mascot, Which was how it escaped, He had been far to busy ogling the cheerleaders to realize he left the cage open, And when he turned around? It was gone! He was sure it would return, Or would be found within a day or two, but with the big game the next day he had little choice, He went almost in tears to his friends explaining what happend, And this was the best they could concoct. That he would take the creatures place, after all it wasnt like people payed THAT much attention to the mascot outside of cramming some food down its muzzle, And that had been nearly 24 hours ago, It felt like another life, He spent a long painfull evening in the animals enclosure all suited up in that heavy mesh of latex and fur. His fingers curled under, into her palm allowing his hands to press into those pawed feet, curled digits to press into those clawed fingers of the paw, It felt as if his fingers would break with a single miss use of his weight, With his back arched, Thighs quivering as that bondage was worked up over his trembling nude form. His Toes filled out the hind paws forcing him to walk on her tippy toes. The latex would be sealed around him, Encasing him in that Canine form. He couldn't help but to Whimper in a way, Knowing that there would be no way he could remove it on her own. Yet still he would have no clue just how permanent the bondage would be. Deep green eyes stared up at the girl, Watching intently as the girl came to kneel in front of him. Making sure that mask, The muzzle would fit, To disguise all of those human features replacing them with Canine ones. It was time for that final piece, The device that would allow him to control the muzzle, He stared almost cross eyed, Staring down the length of that pointed muzzle. Slowly the muzzle stretched wide, He felt the girls hand pressing inside, Forcing his mouth to its limits till he felt his jaw creaking, The girls entire fist in his mouth, Working that Rubbery mold to fit firmly over his teeth, It would Bind into place from the moment he bit down into it. The Rubbery caps that fit over his teeth, Practically Glued in place would prevent him from closing his mouth, Causing him to drool constantly, The Muzzle able to open and close ever so slightly as he moved his mouth. The bondage would be complete. As if to only make him squirm he would feel her hand, working over that last bit of the bondage, He could feel her hand, The same that had been in his mouth, dripping with saliva working into that latex Sheath, Working his own heavy orbs to fit neatly into those of that Male canine bondage where they would be squeezed naturally by the latex, His length filled out that rubbery sheath, His length would quickly stretch the latex pressing thru the opening of that rubbery sheath which would act much like a Cock ring at the base of her cock, Forcing it to remain erect, Painfully so until she found that release, But she wouldn't see that pink human length instead his cock wrapped in a glistening Red Condom of sorts, Attached to that bondage it would match the angry crimson color of a Dogs cock in every way, There would be no telling him apart from a Real dog even if one were to see his length, He only lacked a knot proper... Male or female version available! What would be hisher fate? No limits at all! Ideas include.. Being used in some perverted show, Other students or even teachers? Kidnapped and used by a rival schools very large mascot? The Drama Club. TF, Beast, MxM, Public See more It was that time of year again when the Drama club got together to put on a twisted show for the entire town to see, The show took many students from the drama club and school, Having them pose as animals, Using heavy latex suits that transformed them into animals right down to the furry little sheaths to hide their naughty bits. This year all had gone without a hitch, At least before one of them was mounted, Center stage even in front of the entire town. The show came to a glorious end with the Boy in that heavy bondage, That Latex suit that mimicked a small Pony. He was forced to try and fight off the advances of that large dominating Donkey. It was easy to say he lost, With its length easily a foot and a half long, Being thrust, beaten against that rubbery muzzle before gaining entry, Thick flared tip worked like a battering ram against his mouth, against the back of his throat as the crowd watched on in an Daze. Staring as they could see a stream of heated liquids drooling from the boys Equine muzzle as he was forced into guzzling nearly a Gallon of Piss and Cum from a very real and very aggressive Donkey that joined them on stage. Everyone had a laugh save for the boys parents and the boy himself who felt his stomach ache, burning with that lewd mixture, He couldn't help but to gag, coughing up a heated mouthful of the Donkeys Seed, He was forced to leave the stage still in bondage, In that lifelike Pony costume and no one would have seen since. That would of been nearly a full week ago, And still he couldn't get the taste of that dirty, unwashed cock Donkey cock from his mouth and throat, His stomach still ached, Sloshed still with the lewd fluids offered by the Donkey. Not that he would be in much better shape after running away still in that bondage, Into the woods away from town, Wandering for days on end, Only to end up so far from town, So turned around he couldn't of found his way back if he wanted to, His only saving grace? That heavy latex and fur suited bondage saved him from the winters chilling bite, Even if it did have a knack for attracting Wild horse's and other mountain creatures, Drawn by those lewd scents of sex that still dripped and drooled from his muzzle. His mind raced with thoughts of how his nightmare would end. Would it be worse to be hunted, Poached like some wild animal? Or find himself Returned to town and unmasked for all to know just who was able to swallow such a length with apparent ease? Or would some other twisted fate find him in the Woods, So far from the village he called home. He could of only hear muffled sounds of the world around him making things all the more frightening, And making it all the harder to find civilization again. Save for that hunting camp he almost walked right into the middle of, Thankfully he realized what he was walking and had pause before entering. He trudged thru the forest noisily, Tired, Heavy were those hooven feet he was forced into wearing, Cummy drool still dripped from that stretched, Gaped little muzzle, The Donkeys cock destroyed his throat with its unusually thick Flared tip, He couldn't swallow right, Certainly not cry out or even Talk if he wanted to. The Drama Club Prequel MxM, Beast, NC See more It was that time of year again when the Drama club got together to put on a twisted show for the entire town to see, The school simply didn't have the funds to rent a full stock of real animal's which meant things had to go in a different direction. Which meant that the school would have to enlist its students to fill many of the animal roles. It was the prime function of the Drama club. Having the students, Both male and female pose as animals, Using heavy latex suits that transformed them into animals right down to the furry little sheaths to hide their naughty bits. Sure they would end up losing a student or two which would get mixxed in with the real animals and be shipped off to some farm or kennel but the reward for the school outweighed the risk of a few of the student body. He had spent the better part of the day helping his classmates get suited up, The pheromones burned his eyes so strong, pungent, Balmy. Streaming down in countless beads from his nearly shoulder length ginger colored hair. He had his eyes set on pulling aside one of his classmates in the back room and having his way with them while they were helpless to say no, But his plans were cut short when one of the animal handlers calls him aside, His heart raced, knowing what was coming. One of the older students meant to fill out the Donkey suit had ended up in the back room having his way with a shapely bitch he thought was one of the classmates! Only to inturn be mounted by the almost feral wolf in return for being violated, At this moment the boy was in the back, knotted, trying not to be mauled. Which left him the responsibility of being one of the larger creatures on display with the risk of being paired with a creature of equal size. Slowly he was made to step into that bondage, Where it would be inched up over his legs, With toes pressing into the hooven sleeves that ended at that last joint, Adding about a foot of weighted material for him to step down on, adding nearly a full foot to his bent over stature as the Hindquarters would be inched up, It was heavy, The suit alone would weigh nearly 70.. 80lbs. Slowly his form would start to look more animal, Legs forced to bend the heavy latex not allowing him to stand upright or stretch his legs in certain ways, Soon he felt a cold wet hand slapping wetly between his parted thighs, stroking his cock till it dripped and drooled, Painfully erect and dripping with an oily pheromone mixture. His erect length worked into the rubbery sheath of the bondage, where it would be squeezed and almost milked by the now dripping latex. The opening at the tip of the leathery sheath dripped with that pheromone mixture almost as if a calling card sent out long before he was ever seen, But the entire building smelled of Sex, Ripe with pheromones but no human nose could of told the difference, But he certainly would by experience alone. Soon his stomach vanished, back, chest, Arms to soon worked into the front limbs with his hands forced to curl, Pressing firm against the second joint or Knee of the Hooven legs allowing it to bend properly and making him closer to the right size. By the end not a single seam would be visible, The last but would be that heavy Head and muzzle pulled over his features, Allowing him to stare almost cross eyed thru the openings for eyes. Staring down the length of that muzzle which would measure several inches, Rounded bulbous, Before he could ask any questions he was greeted to that same hand, dripping with pheromones that had worked over his cock, Slowly being worked into his mouth, Drenched in those oils coating his tongue and staining those lips, his mouth with the taste. He would stare, watching with wide eyes when that hand pressed into that rounded equine muzzle that jutted out from his face, And slowly started to sink in, inch by inch till it was stretched wide, squeezing the arm visibly. That hand would vanish nearly up to the elbow into that muzzle and into his mouth, While to anyone looking on it looked horribly cruel, Like the person was fishing for something out of the Donkey's throat, the forearm only meant that hand would be nestled perfectly into his mouth making him gag able to feel those knuckles firm against his lips and tongue Working Rubbery Caps over his teeth, A device that would bind to his teeth attached to the muzzle, Not allowing his mouth to close entirely, yet allow limited control over the muzzle and its mouth. That hand and those probing fingers could be felt pressing against the back of his mouth forcing him to drool and gag, Choking even as that oily pheromone mixture dripped down his throat. In the end he looked like a medium sized pony, mule or even a Donkey depending on what features they focused on, Only able to hear muffled only able to hear things when someone shouted or yelled directly at him, His body ached with every movement he made. The Drama Club Year ThreeBeast, public See more It was that time of year again, when the schools joined together to throw that annual show involving their students dressed up as animals, on the stage with real animals. Two years ago they had all witnessed a young boy in the bondage of a Donkey mounted by a real one, Reluctantly swallowing its length orally and survived, the crowd got to see every inch of that donkeys length, just shy of two foot long, with that obscenely thick flared tip pressing into that muzzle and into the boys throat, Got to see his thrash and his stomach visibly expand as it came, Only to run off into the wilds afterward's humiliated Days later found on a farm unable to eat or drink with the way the muzzle designed, Surviving only on the piss and cum from the much larger stallions on the farm. The next year they had witnessed a young girl in a wolf suit at the mercy of a large snake easily double, if not tripe her own length, That lingered fresh in their minds as they witnessed the snake burrow into that trembling canine muzzle and eventually come out her tailhole, The poor girl was never the same again! This year things would follow the same routine, they were sure something tragic and life altering would happen to one of the young boys and girls in the back room slowly getting transformed to look like animals along with the real thing. The first one had been an accident, The boy squeezed into that heavy Donkey bondage, The oils meant to help him get into that suit, To make it possible to get out later were swapped for animal pheromones, It was no wonder the boy had been violated so thoroughly by the Donkey. The girl with the snake had been more of an experiment to see if it was possible to recreate such a thing with amazing results, Unless you were the parents of the young girl given the run through by the large snake. It was a new year, and interesting enough more people had shown up this year, As if just to see what would happen but not only to see if it was their child at the mercy of animal in a perverted twist of nature, Something they thought was a natural act and not some elaborate setup. There would be so many in the back stage area, Many of which had been striped down in front of nearly an entire school worth of children, teachers and animal handlers, Like every year there would be no less than a dozen, each in one area or another backstage all ending up one central area after being striped and transformed, Some locked in a pen with animals or tethered off nearby their animal cousins, With little care if there was a mix up between the student and beast. Many students had been at the school long enough to know the risk from the last two years, Yet the same time it had become something of a myth, After all, There was no way a boy in costume had been mounted by a donkey and another force fed a live snake on stage in front of their parents and half the town, Or so they hoped. Behind the stage things would be almost clockwork, The young boys and girls stripped of their clothing and soon after their humanity as they were one by one transformed, Tethered off nearby an animal that matched their size if only for easier sorting. At the demand of one of the instructor's there would even be a pair of teens going around carefully milking the animals and collecting it for their seed, The stage area from view would smell of sweat and sex and Cum, From the thick balmy leathery scent of wet horse flesh to that of large cats and canines sweating beneath their fur worked in a frenzy from the pheromones that constantly assaulting their senses. For the man behind the scenes, the one who organized the Drama Club and its cruel and unusual yearly event had even found a way to make a profit from the events. The unlucky students that ended up horribly mismatched with a animal mate would be left in their animal skins, Then sold out of state to farms, reserves or donated to science for breeding and experimenting. The girl run thru by the snake the last year had been mentally shattered, the whole experience of having the snake forcefully fed up her backside, feeling it twist and turn, moving thru her body till its large spade shaped head worked up her throat and out her muzzle, She would never be the same. The young girl inside the suit was left and sold to a testing lab that wanted to recreate the event again and again believing the girl was a real canine and that the experience was something truely unique. The parents given a tidy sum to buy their silence and the Drama club continued for another year. Those lucky enough to survive their encounter and come out mentally unbroken were allowed to resume their normal lives, freed of the bondage that made them little more than an animal, As long as papers were signed forbidding them from speaking of everything that happend during the time they were an animal, Behind the scenes being poked, probed and treated like an animal in every way. Yet there would be lingering effects, The pheromones they were slathered with, injected with or outright pumped full of would change them to the point that walking down the street may of proved a danger, In an area with a high animal population. The Drama Club Year Four TF, NC, Beast See more It was that time of year again, when the schools joined together to throw that annual show involving their students dressed up as animals, on the stage with real animals. It had been nearly three full years ago they had all witnessed a young boy in the bondage of a Donkey mounted by a real one, Reluctantly swallowing its length orally and survived, the crowd got to see every inch of that donkeys length, just shy of two foot long, with that obscenely thick flared tip pressing into that muzzle and into the boys throat, Got to see his throat bulge, to see the flared tip stretching his flesh even thru the rubbery suit, Got to witness him thrash and his stomach visibly expand as it came, Only to run off into the wilds afterward's humiliated. Days later found on a farm unable to eat or drink with the way the muzzle designed, Surviving only on the brutal donations of piss and cum from the much larger stallions on the farm. Earning quite the name for himself in the process to the point he had become spectacle and a joke, sent to neighboring farms not just for the animals needs but for the show. In the second year they had witnessed a young girl in a wolf suit at the mercy of a large snake easily double, if not triple the length of her own body before transformed, It lingered in their minds, able to remember the sounds as they witnessed the snake burrow that thick spade shaped head into that trembling canine muzzle and eventually come out her tailhole, The poor girl was never the same again, to the point even her parents decided to leave her in that canine suit treating her more as a family pet than daughter figuring the experience had broken her mind and life as a dog would be kinder than some institution. The third year had taught the drama club a lesson in just how far they could push things. It would prove to be the most brutal of them all to date, Involving a young girl, younger than even the one before on stage in a cage at the mercy of no less than three Baboons who were quick to discover she had no claws to defend herself with and more importantly no teeth to bite with. The audience got to watch as she was tormented and ultimately mounted in every way imaginable as clawed fingers tore into her flesh with a savage need. By the end she would fall limp between them, She would live yet with a fear of primates, After months of recovery the young pantheress would find her self sold, or rather bought from her parents to a zoo in some third world country where she didn't need to understand what they said, They merely wanted a repeat of the show, And they would have it, At first once a month allowing her time to heal between shows, then they became weekly till they figured she was broken in till they realized she had fans and a audience, The poor girl was paired with more baboons, Apes and even a Gorilla tho had an interest in shoving things inside of her last the school had heard. Each year had been a success with not a single death at their hands And a large profit made off each student that had volunteered or been volunteered by a careless parent. The set up would be the same, only with more funds thrown in the direction of the show, Behind the stage there would be various students, Boys and girls of different ages being striped down and put into different rubbery suits, A lucky few getting disturbingly real animal fleshsuits reinforced to not tear or rip, Some would even still be damp and dripping with a sticky red liquid, But the show must go on, It was a new year, And far to late to back out now. The crowd was filled with parents, teachers and ordinary towns folks who had showed up, some new to the town others returning from the previous years yet the reaction to the shows events were always the same, met with disgust and lurid interest that kept them coming back, kept them enrolling their them another year. It was almost confusing why they volunteered they all knew the risks, How even surviving could mean never going home yet it could also make them a star like the main show of the last three years, Or that was the line each had been fed, to be remembered and put in shows again and again yet beyond the school no one would ever realize they were not animals. They may of been stars in the school to those looking on, even in their own minds yet to other animals, to future owners and on lookers? Naught but confused animals getting rutted by creatures of a different species. The Closed Loop Machine play, possible bad end, Beast themed. See more Over the years the family had changed things on that farm, Shifting from growing crops to breeding and selling animals, But soon discovered real money was in that seed, Milked by the gallon from a growing number of Equines that were ever more eager with every passing day to be lead to one of those enclosed stall,s To have those thick rubbery hoses worked onto their cock right up to the sheath before suction took over. The family farm had started small, with first no more than a handful of horse's, Which meant Manually milking the stallions, A long drawn process that came to an end after one of the helpers ended up over a bale of hay wasting priceless seed, She claimed it was rape, she had been over taken by the beast but the family knew better, Then came those large bulky stands that could only handle a single horse at a time, Two if they were aggressively clever in the matter. The stands lasted for year's on the family farm, Or atleast until some neighbor girl was found inside one of the broken stands after handling an entire days stock, complete with bloated belly and cum drooling from her in ever possible way. The new way allowed the farm to grow, to accept more and more horse's milking them in the same fashion one would a cow, With all human element removed save for actually fitting those rubbery hoses to the stallions cock, And removing it after the deed was done. Yet where there was a will one would certainly find a way. Which is where she came in, that young teen that was next in line to one day own the farm, The new system installed milked seed from dozens of horse's at a single time, Feeding the seed thru a series of pipes that would eventually lead to a cold storage, Not filling simple kegs or steel drums but large tanks meant to hold hundreds of gallons at a single time in a near frozen state to be sold in bulk. Camera's had been installed everywhere to keep a repeat of past events from happening, They wouldn't be taken in by cum hungry workers and lose days, Weeks worth of seed collection. Yet she had found a way. Away from the stalls and machines that pumped away the seed, Just outside that cold storage she had found it, A spot off camera's below eye level where the pipes came together feeding into cold storage. The risk would be something her teenage mind weighed and found acceptable, Not like anything could happen right? Which was exactly what she told the farmhand which was only a year or two older than her. I'll be fine, just turn it off when the first found finishes She said with a nod, Not like there could be that volume, not after daily milking, Of this she seemed so certain, A wiggle of her hips given, Racey thong style pantys rolled down over her hips to the floor, kicked off in his direction as she moved to her knee's still wearing that oh so short skirt that in her new bent position showed off the more than ample swell of her rump which would slowly back against the pipe behind her. She had removed a section, The system meant to be closed with no interruption so she devised to take its place for the morning milking, Have her fill and no one would be the wiser. She grinned looking up at him, Letting out a almost whorish moan as she grinded against that tapered pipe behind her letting it tease along her nethers and against that raised backside before turning her attention to the large O opening of the smaller pipe infront of her. It takes almost exactly thirty minutes for the rotation. Once its done you need to be back here, Turn off the system and get me out, Remember our deal? She asked with a blush, going over just how exposed she would be for those long minutes, She couldn't help but to squirm with the mere idea of such seed swimming inside of her as her lips pursed, Tasteless ruby painted lips pursing wide at her lips would wrap almost air tight around that pipe that looked to be ever so slightly to wide for her now trembling mouth as she raised a hand, Giving him a thumbs up motion to turn on that system never thinking of just why it was such a closed system or what it meant for a human body to take place of a section oh so close to that cold storage mere feet away from her backside. Last edited Jul 12, 2018