60th Batch Of Fics: 5th Fill

Angelo/Symmetra – Part 70 – Milky AU – slow slide into bimbofication; consensual mind break/mind alteration; brilliant to horny idiot – More milk bar action and Angelo being tuckered out.

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Symmetra stands back, hands clasped in front of her as she watches with an unending amount of amusement how a throng of people has come to stand in front of the door to Angelo’s milking room, waiting for an opportunity to fuck him before presumably going to get a nice glass of his milk to go.

The employee has put a sign outside advertising the fact that they have a still-active, pregnant cow today and it has more than done the trick. Symmetra just has to get a picture later; preferably with the line of waiting, horny customers outside. She is sure that Angelo will appreciate it once she allows his brain to click back on again.

As she had anticipated, people from all kinds of backgrounds have lined up… what she had not anticipated was her particular enjoyment of watching two older gentlemen stepping into the clear milking room to get a go at the cow. Watching their scrawny asses bounce and long, wrinkly testicles swing as they give it to the brainless cow with surprising vigor has… taken her aback. In a good way.

There is something to be said about the discrepancy between a young, pregnant cow being put through their paces by an oldtimer who is still wearing his suit and has only let his pants drop to their knees – presumably because he enjoys the fresh air running between his scrawny thighs and along his hanging sack.

It has a fascinating beauty and… eroticism to it that has Symmetra lightly touching herself through her skirt, her cock an obvious line at the front of the fabric.

She likes how the people fucking Angelo are all still very much clothed. It adds a casualness to the whole encounter that is just titillating her. They are obviously here to use the cow as an appliance and she is suitably sure that Angelo can feel it, too.

He keeps his tail held to the side as if there were any risk of him shielding the swollen donut of his hole from sight. He’s lax to the point of getting his cheeks slapped and thighs pinched just so he will tighten up again for some of the customers.

At one point someone brings out a sharpie and leaves it there for other customers to utilize. Symmetra briefly entertains the idea of taking the implement away but really… why should she? It is fascinating to read the little snide comments that the general public comes up with.

Fuck here

Super loose

Better milk than cunt?

Easy whore

There are other ones as well, though. Someone put in a thank u with a tally mark and quite a few people have added to it, stretching from the jiggling meat of Angelo’s ass down over the back of his thigh.

Others are just using him scrawl doodles on his skin, though most of them consist of various renditions of cocks and/or balls. The whole experience has something delightfully fratboy-ish that she has to admit appeals to her somewhat as well; though not as much as the odd older gentlemen and ladies that come here instead of taking their afternoon tea.

At one point, the employee comes in to put a bucket between Angelo’s trembling legs to hopefully catch the brunt of the loads dripping from him and make clean-up a little easier.

It occurs to her that she hasn’t really paid attention to the outside of the milking stall, so she takes a break from watching civilians trying to outfuck a fuckhungry cow to instead have a peek outside into the main room. While Angelo’s milking stall is mostly see-through, the material does contort the reality somewhat – and a voice at the back of her head that sounds a lot like Taj keeps telling her that she should put herself in… undesirable situations just to get a feel for everything around.

The milk bar is surprisingly full… maybe even upsettingly so. She is not really someone who likes big crowds or being squeezed in by people, so she quickly maneuvers herself into a corner from which she has a suitable vantage point and can just watch the pandemonium. Not that the customers are being violent, but the throng of people is intimidating nonetheless.

There are those that wait for their time in the milking booth with Angelo, and those who are milling about the other two cows who are not in their own dedicated booths. Instead, one is lying on a breeding bench, legs hanging in stirrups to keep them nice and out of the way for the customers who want to fuck; the other is kneeling on a soft pillow, mouth open wide so they can be throat fucked while giving milk.

She thinks they might have been replaced by other cows sometime during her stay inside Angelo’s enclosed little room, but she’s not too sure; she hadn’t paid much attention to the other cows.

She can spot the employee from before next to the candy isle, keeping an eye out for dispensers that need to be refilled with cookies, bonbons, sprinkles and other treats.

It is madness… but a relatively tame one. There is nobody causing a negative stir, but the din of voices is loud enough to drown out the wet sounds of greedy hole’s getting stuffed.

Sooner rather than later, Symmetra hurries back into the booth with her charge. The ruckus outside is not completely cut off by the door closing behind her, but it certainly is a lot more quiet; she can feel the impeding migraine receding.

Through the see-through wall she can watch how people are grabbing Angelo by the horns to hold his head nice and still while they ram cocks down his throat and make him gag.

Inside, two ladies have found their way into the chamber, one of which is already sliding beneath the breeding cow to get fucked herself. His cock is smeared in cum from previous loads and slides in messy and easy.

He immediately begins to hunch his hips down to try and fuck her warm hole but Symmetra can tell that he’s starting to seriously become exhausted. The stream of milk dripping from his teats has thinned as well, his nipples looking obscenely swollen and red as they’re sucked into the clear milking tubes.

It is time to slowly put an end to it.

.oOo.

Angelo is completely passed out in the back of the van; she pushed a plug like a pacifier into his sloppy hole but he’d barely twitched, already deep asleep. She’s not quite sure whether he’ll still be down in his headspace by the time he wakes up, but she also doesn’t think that it’ll be anytime soon.

He’s still completely passed out when they arrive back at the farm so she gets him as comfortable as possible lying on the ground in the van since she certainly can’t lift him herself and wants him not to be awoken by the jostling of it anyway.

She sits down with him, though, stretching out her legs and kicking off her pumps with a sigh before she takes out her phone to start looking through the pictures and videos she has taken. Oh, it’ll be a wonderful little homemovie once she’s edited everything together.