Troy walked back in front of her, book in hand. For a moment, Dustin thought she saw a glimmer of pity in his eyes.
“Well, you know Dustin, I’ll admit, this is probably pretty shocking to you. And I do have a certain sympathy for the fact that this is too much for you to take in. I’ll bet you never thought you’d have a womb, much less another man’s...” Troy briefly paused in thought, “no… bull’s semen inside of you. So fine, I guess I can fix that much.”
“Thank…” Dustin started before Troy abruptly cut her off.
“And besides, I don’t want to wait however many months it takes to get some milk out of you.”
Dustin’s eyes went wide as her mind focused on her udder. She was a dairy cow, but she wasn’t currently producing. Troy wanted her to produce, she realized, and there was only one way for him to…
“No!” she tried to scream, but Troy cut her off as he once again rested his elbows, and the book, on her back.
“Shape.”