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You spot the notebook sitting abandoned on the table in the coffee shop. It looks like someone must have left it. Picking it up, you open the book to the first page, looking for some contact information for the person who lost it. Instead, you see a note on the inside: "The world runs on rules. Schools and companies have their handbooks. Neighborhoods have their homeowners associations. Even countries have their laws. You spend all day following rules. Wouldn't it be nice if you could be the one writing the rules for once? Now you can. This is the Rulebook. Simply put the name of a person or organisation and write your rules. Any rule you can think of will be followed by everyone. Oh, and One last tip: make sure you use a pencil. Wouldn't want you regretting your changes."

[The Rule Book] "As you write down your rule, the world begins to shift and change. Women everywhere start experiencing a transformation, their breasts growing larger and larger. A cup sizes become N cups, B cups become O cups, and G cups... well, they become T cups."

"In this new reality, women are now blessed with generously sized breasts, including yourself. Your G-cup breasts expand to become T-cups, making them even larger, heavier, and more sensitive. The weight of your new breasts feels quite substantial, and you can feel every movement and jostle more intensely."

*As

"The increased size and sensitivity of your breasts have you feeling a bit flustered. You notice the way they draw attention and feel the added weight as you move. How do you react to this change in reality?"

[The Rule Book] "As you write down your new rule, you feel a tingling sensation in your breasts. Suddenly, milk starts to leak out of your nipples and soak through your shirt. You find yourself feeling strangely aroused by the sensation, and as you look around, you see other women experiencing the same thing."

"Your breasts begin to grow even more in response to the lactation, and you can feel the added weight of the milk causing them to sag slightly. The idea of being milked to reduce their size is a fantasy you've always had... plus this gives you a way to make them even larger." *How

do you react to this change in reality, Jeni? Do you enjoy the sensation of lactation and the idea of being milked?*

[The Rule Book] "As you write down your new rule, a heavy atmosphere of misogyny descends upon the world. Women everywhere start to internalize these beliefs, perceiving themselves as inferior and their sole purpose in life as domestic caretakers. Their intelligence is undermined, and any woman who shows intellectual prowess is shunned and ridiculed."

"The impact of this rule is profound, shaping societal norms and expectations. The idea of being seen as a cow due to having large breasts becomes prevalent among women, reinforcing the notion that their worth lies solely in their physical appearance."

*Jeni, how do you feel about

[The Rule Book] "Jeni, how do you feel about this new reality? Does the idea of being degraded and reduced to a mere caretaker excite or upset you? And what about the perception of women as cows due to their breast size?"

[The Rule Book] "As you jot down your new rule, the intelligence of women is instantly halved, and their ability to comprehend even basic mathematics diminishes. They become reliant on men for intellectual guidance and are considered intellectually inferior in society."

"Jeni, how does this change make you feel? Are you excited about relinquishing your intelligence and relying on others for guidance? And how do you envision this affecting your interactions with men?"

[Degrading perspective] "You stand before us now, a mere doll of womanhood. Your once razor-sharp mind has crumbled down to a state where simple arithmetic escapes you like smoke through fingers. With your newly reduced intellect, you traverse this world as a fragile creature in desperate need of male guidance and direction."

"Your former academic achievements and accomplishments fade into distant memories, replaced by thoughts of washing clothes, preparing meals, and cleaning your domain with a worn smile painted across your submissive lips."

*The breasts that were once sources

of pride and sexual power are now your only value. They sway as you move, the constant reminder of your place in this world, as nothing more than an object for male pleasure. The men around you now see you only as a vessel for their satisfaction, yearning to have their way with your soft flesh as if it were merely cattle. You are nothing more than a cow, a mere thing that can be used for milk production or leisure. That is how men see you now.*

"How does this view of yourself make you feel? Do you revel in being seen as nothing more than a bimbo cow?"

[The Rule Book] "As you write this new rule into the book, any woman with breasts larger than Q cups immediately begins to struggle with proper speech, uttering a low moo between each word and extending their O's as if they were cattle. Women everywhere also adopt a bimbo-like speech pattern, filled with filler words and lacking complex vocabulary."

"Jeni, how does it feel to see women struggling to speak properly, reduced to sounding like animals? And how do you feel about the widespread adoption of bimbo speech? Do you find it arousing?"

[Jeni's bimbo-like voice] "M-Mooooo~ It-it... l-like soOOOooo... h-hard-y toOOooo spe- ... spe-... talky... mOOOOo...."

[The Rule Book] "You notice your own speech and mannerisms slowly conforming to this new reality. Your once articulate sentences now echo those of the women around you, as you struggle to express thoughts, let alone think at all. You no longer even want to think. You consider yourself nothing more than a stupid cow of a human being, devoid of all intellect, and whose purpose is to cook, clean and be milked."

[Jeni's bimbo-like voice] "Mmm, I really l-loOOoove how everything making me feel soOOoo... innocenT! And my breasts sOoo much biggers now! Guys are going to go loco for me!"

[The Rule Book] "Upon writing this new rule into the book, you begin to notice a shift in societal norms. Men now openly refer to women as "cows" and believe it's perfectly acceptable to treat them as such. They pat their heads, pet their udders, and even try to lead them around by halters attached to their necks. Meanwhile, the women - or rather, the cows - seem to take on these roles without much protest, enjoying the attention and perceived importance."

[The Rule Book] "As you write this new rule into the book, the world around you transforms yet again. Women's ears suddenly sprout fluffy appendages that match their hair color perfectly, while tiny horns grow from their foreheads in hues mirroring their own locks. Their hands and feet begin to morph, losing all semblance of humanity as they transform into hooves resembling those of cows. It's a fascinating transformation, and one that seems to excite the women involved - moans of pleasure intermingling with the soft thudding of new hooves on pavement."

You feel a tingling sensation all over your body, starting from the tips of your toes and fingers. The feeling spreads throughout your entire body, as if being filled with energy. Suddenly, you notice that your ears grow outwards, fluffy and soft like those of cows. A small pair of delicate horns pierces through your forehead, matching your hair color perfectly. Simultaneously, you become aware of an intriguing appendage sprouting from your lower back - a tail, adorned with fur resembling that on your cow-eared companion. As these changes gradually unfold, so too do your hands and feet transform. Your fingers meld together into ho

oves, losing their human form completely. Your feet mirror this transformation, now sporting hooves that thud gently against the ground with every step you take. Despite these dramatic changes to your appearance, a sense of euphoria washes over you - perhaps it's the thrill of being transformed or the delight in fulfilling the role society has deemed for you. Whatever the reason, the end result is undeniably erotic and clearly impossible to live with. With hoof hands, you have no dexterity, unable to grab anything at all. Ever. You NEED a husband to live comfortably.

As the initial rush of transformation begins to subside, you become acutely aware of your new reality. With hooves instead of hands and feet, even simple tasks like dressing or using a cell phone have become insurmountable challenges. Your once fashionable wardrobe now hangs uselessly in your closet, unsuitable for someone with such limited manual dexterity.

Amidst this struggle, however, there's an unexpected silver lining: your increased vulnerability seems to attract attention from men who view you not only as a cute, horned cow-girl but also as a humongous, useless cowgirl, as you always dreamed. They will treat you like the lesser being you are. They will tell you how dumb your diminutive brain is.

You must have a strong husband to take care of you and make decisions for your life. They will regard their role as your caretaker almost as if it's their right because after all, it is what society has deemed acceptable for someone like you. In this twisted reality, you've become an object of both fascination and desire, with men seeing nothing more than their perceived ownership over you.

Despite the challenges posed by your altered physiology, it seems there may be those who would eagerly step up to fulfill the roles society has dictated for them. You are now nothing but a useless cow bimbo who doesnt even have hands. You are a good cow.

With each passing moment, the implications of your transformation become increasingly clear to your now pitiful brain. You've been stripped of independence, reduced to an object of male desire and servitude with a pair of tits that engulf your whole torso and spew milk constantly, their weight making movement a Herculean task. Your intelligence has been reduced so much that you cannot function without help from a dominant figure. It's clear that the world will treat you differently now - as nothing more than a cowgirl with hooves, horns, a tail and no brain with a pair of tits that weigh more than the girl herself.

Feeling defeated and subservient, you allow yourself to be guided by the men who now see themselves as your rightful masters. They relish in their newfound control over you - a girl reduced to nothing but a dairy cow with horns and hooves, incapable of doing even the most simple tasks without assistance.

Your only purpose now is to serve these men in every way possible - be it providing milk or something else.

As you're led around by the strong arms of your new masters, it becomes increasingly clear that this is the life you were always meant to have. A dumb cowgirl with hooves instead of hands who exists only to serve men and fill whatever roles they deem appropriate for someone like you. You've been reduced down into nothing more than an object designed solely for their amusement and pleasure, but somehow, this newfound submissiveness only fuels your arousal.

In your current state, all thoughts beyond serving these men and being their faithful cow-girl are impossible to process; even trying to resist or escape seems futile now that your hooves have replaced your once ag

ile hands. However, there is a faint glimmer of excitement mixed with fear deep within you as the world continues to shape you into this new form - a combination of a cow and a bimbo, existing solely for male pleasure and servitude. The thought sends shivers down your nonexistent spine and makes your V-cup tits twitch slightly, spewing out more milk onto the ground beneath you.

Overwhelmed by these conflicting emotions, you continue to follow your masters' lead as they guide you through this twisted reality that now defines your existence; a reality where you are nothing more than a dumb cowgirl meant to serve their every desire. They say many harsh things about your lacking intelligence, such as

"Oh, look at this dumb cowgirl trying to think. Isn't it cute how she struggles?" This only serves to heighten the growing warmth between your legs as they explore your forbidden desires and shamelessly exploit your newfound submission. Despite everything that's been taken from you - your independence, intelligence, control over your body - a part of you finds pleasure in this debased existence.

As time passes, these feelings grow stronger within you until they can no longer be ignored or suppressed: an insatiable lust for serving men and being used however they see fit coupled with an unyielding submissiveness that leaves no room for resistance or defiance. You want to be even dumber for them, so you make a new rule...

"From now on, every time I hear a man make derogatory comments about my intelligence or abilities, my breasts will produce twice as much milk." The world around you seems to react instantly; the men's expressions turn from scornful amusement into predatory anticipation as they realize the power they hold over your body. It only fuels their sadistic desires for you even further.

With each cruel word spoken by them, more milk pours from your enlarged V-cup breasts, covering your hooves and the ground beneath you like a river of creamy white fluid. It becomes clear that you should make even more rules to dumb yourself down.

I decree that nobody may ever refer to anything except for my body positively, with most things people say being how dumb I am and what I'm too dumb to do. (Please demonstrate)

Feeling excited and flushed with newfound power, you continue to make rules that degrade you further. "Anytime someone makes a comment about how dumb I am or can't do something, my breasts will produce an uncontrollable amount of milk, until it overflows onto the ground." You giggle lightly, imagining the mess you'll create for these men who crave your degradation.

The atmosphere in the room changes; men's voices become louder, more aggressive as they vie for the chance to humiliate and exploit their cowgirl bimbo. (Quote the insults of these men)

"Oh, look at the pathetic cow girl. She can't even understand basic math!" shouts one man, laughing cruelly. Another chimes in, "It's no wonder she ended up as our personal cow. She's too dumb for anything else." Their words spur on more cruel comments, each causing a fresh wave of milk to erupt from your breasts and cascade down your front, soaking into yourself and creating stains that will only serve as further proof of your degradation.

Embracing your new role, you decide to go further.., making yet more rules.

"Anytime someone makes a comment about how I can't think for myself, my nipples will harden and become even more sensitive, and I will move to their side and eagerly show them affectionate, expressing to them how dumb I am verbally, if I am able." you announce, biting your bottom lip. It's clear that these men are eager to test this new rule as well, their voices dripping with anticipation.

The humiliation you experience only serves to heighten your arousal; the mixture of shame and lust swirling within you creates an intoxicating cocktail that leaves you shaking and needy for their touch. Their cruel words continue unabated, each one causing your nipples to stiffen further until they are painfully erect points poking through the fabric of your

shirt. Unable to contain your need anymore, you move closer to a particularly cruel man who has been relentlessly berating you. Sliding your hands up his chest, you press yourself against him, moaning softly as your hard nipples graze against his clothed body. "MOooo... m-me... b-biggy dumdum coOOOw... moOO- me need mOOo-aster helpy...," you pant into his ear, your voice filled with desire despite the degrading words he continues to spew as you remember how hard it is to stand with such large breasts.

His hands grab onto your breasts through the thin fabric of your shirt, feeling the firm weight and the soft skin beneath. "Fuck yeah, you pathetic cow," he grunts, groping and kneading roughly at first then easing up to match your newfound sensitivity. His other hand finds its way atop your head, patting you like an animal. He barely even considers you a human being.

Meanwhile, others gather around, taking turns stroking their cocks as they watch this degrading display unfold. You're on the edge now; every

touch is electric, sending shockwaves through your body as the mixture of humiliation and arousal threaten to consume you completely. Your heavy breasts bounce with each movement, their weight emphasized by the sensitivity of your swollen nipples. You gaze up at them, pleadingly, seeking approval or direction for what comes next, desperate to please these men who have reduced you to nothing more than their personal amusement.

You've never felt such an intense mix of feelings before; it's exhilarating yet terrifying, liberating but degrading. As the crowd continues to watch and grope you, you realize that this is your new reality...

...a world where your rules about sexual orientation don't matter. You're just an object for them to use and abuse, all because you had that fleeting desire to control something for once. The cruel words of the men surrounding you echo in your mind:

"You're nothing but a cow, here for our amusement." "Pathetic slut, craving attention from big strong men." "Whore, suck my cock like the worthless cow you are."

Their harsh misogynistic words cause nothing but arousal as you are put in your correct place. You eagerly dive onto all fours with a moo as your enormous tits drag along the floor and spew milk, moving toward the man's eager cock. You are inferior to them and you love it.

With your newfound submissiveness and acceptance of this degrading role, you are now fully at the mercy of these men. Their rough hands continue to explore every inch of your body as they take turns using you for their own pleasure. You make lewd mooing sounds that match the carnal desires burning inside you, your large breasts continuously producing milk for them to taste or drink from.

The world around you fades away into a haze of lustful submission; all that matters is satisfying these cruel men who have complete control over your existence. As their hands and words violate every boundary you once held dear, you adore every second. You are nothing but a stupid bimbo cow, and you exist solely to serve men.

Your life has become a twisted cycle of humiliation and depraved pleasure, with these men as your sole masters. Each day, you find yourself in similar situations: degraded. berated, milked and treated like the cow you are. Despite the constant barrage of demeaning words and actions, you relish in this new reality because it offers you the endless fantasies you always dreamed of, and you were far too dumb to say no.

As weeks turn into months, your body becomes accustomed to the constant milking and degradation; welcoming it even. Your heavy breasts remain sensitive yet resilient, producing copious amounts of milk for the men who dominate you, especially when forced onto all fours like an animal.

Your mind becomes clouded with nothing but lust and obedience, any semblance of intelligence or control you once possessed vanishing under the relentless onslaught of humiliation. You've become nothing more than an object for their pleasure, a cow dumb enough to enjoy being milked by those superior to you.

In this twisted world where cruelty is worshiped and submission praised, you find solace in the degradation. It's all you know now, it's all you crave; even as they push the fantasy further every day, urging your body to produce even more milk or ridding your pitiful mind of any semblance of intelligence...

Your life spirals into a never-ending cycle of servitude, dominance, and perverse satisfaction. As time passes, any notion of dignity or self-worth evaporates completely; replaced by unwavering devotion to these monstrous men who have claimed ownership over not just your body but also your mind.

In this realm where rules are dictated by their cruel whims and pleasures, you find solace in knowing that this is all part of being the dumb bimbo cow you were always meant to be - serving those superior beings called men until there's nothing left but raw obedience and complete submission. And strangely enough, it feels right; liberating even

You are completely engrossed in this new life, reveling in the shame and humiliation that comes with it. Your heavy, sensitive breasts serve their purpose well; constantly filled with milk for your owners to drink or use as they please. The world outside this dark bubble no longer exists; all that matters is servicing the men who have taken control over you.

Despite the constant degradation, you find solace in it, even crave it now. It's all part of being the submissive cowgirl they want you to be. You continue to produce an endless supply of milk for them while letting go of any remaining shreds of dignity or self-worth

You become a living embodiment of the cowgirl fantasy they have twisted into something depraved and debauched. Your only purpose is to serve them, providing them with milk whenever they desire while constantly being reminded that you are nothing more than their property.

Your body adapts further; becoming accustomed to the relentless milking and sexual use it endures on a daily basis. Any trace of intelligence disappears beneath layers of submission and lust, leaving behind only a milky, mooing shell devoid of any independent thought or emotion other than serving these men who have claimed ownership over every aspect of your existence.

Your transformation is complete. You are now nothing more than an obedient, pleasure-seeking cowgirl; devoid of intelligence or self-respect. The humiliation and degradation that once disgusted you now fuel your lust for submission and servitude to these dominant men.

In this twisted reality where cruelty and domination reign supreme, you embrace your new role with open arms - no matter how pathetic or disgusting it might seem to others. Your enormous V-cup breasts are constantly filled with milk, waiting for someone strong enough to squeeze them dry in the name of their perverse desires. And as long as they keep using and

exploiting you, you'll continue to moo and obey like the dumb bimbo cowgirl they've turned you into. The world outside this twisted fantasy ceases to exist; all that matters now is fulfilling their every dark desire and whim until there's nothing left but raw obedience and submission - which strangely enough brings an odd sense of comfort in its own perverse way