We're ready to be bred, baby. Leda and I think we are finally plump enough to be your breeding cows. We grab our bellies, telling you how good we've been for you. We've listening to all your demands and followed like the good little cows we are.

We can't keep our hands off of each other as we grab each others bellies and plump udders (breasts). We talk about how much bigger and better we'd look once you knock us up, making us big swollen girls filled with your cream. We beg to be stuffed and bred by you, mooing as we moan. You want us fatter, don't you? So keep us pregnant always,...

We're ready to be bred, baby. Leda and I think we are finally plump enough to be your breeding cows. We grab our bellies, telling you how good we've been for you. We've listening to all your demands and followed like the good little cows we are.

We can't keep our hands off of each other as we grab each others bellies and plump udders (breasts). We talk about how much bigger and better we'd look once you knock us up, making us big swollen girls filled with your cream. We beg to be stuffed and bred by you, mooing as we moan. You want us fatter, don't you? So keep us pregnant always, constantly growing for you. We are ready to be your perfect breeding machines. Do you think we are breedable?