AHH!

Your udder grows and grows.. soo it weights over 300 pounds....the farmer keeps ramming you until he is finally finished than he just leaved....you try to move.....

you stand up your legs wide apart to make room for your masive udder.....u try to take a step but your udder is so heavy that it hurts...hmmm what to do.....you sit on top of your fat milk sac and think..........

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