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He looks down at you and says "dont worry little lady ill go get a milking mashine from the dary barn." and he runs off. You wait for him, still in pleasure from you growing udder and boobs. Suddenly that pleasure turns to great pain. you udder, which is now about the size of a large van, has reached it limit. you feel like you are goin to explode. you screem in terror.


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