We are not all meant to be what others think of us, or try to guide us to be. Sometimes the inner feeling, thats been rolling around in the back of our minds, is exactly what we are, and where we belong.



How about a hu cow.



Live in a cage, be the pet cow. Have your tits stretched to look like utters. nipples stretched by milking machine, milked several times a day, be used as the Masters prized possession. Be shared, played with, shown off, and of course provide the milk for your Masters table.