Turning Mammy Into Your Breeding Hucow Slut

It’s been a couple weeks since you broke up with your girlfriend. You’ve been moping around the house. One late morning as I greet you, I offer you a cup of coffee. You take yours with milk and sugar. We are all out of milk so I squeeze some breast milk into your coffee cup. I make offers to try and get you out of the house. You turn them all down. I ask and imply that I would do anything do see you happy. This peaks your interest and you suggest we do some “cosplay”. You tell me to put on a costume that your girlfriend used to wear for you. Once it’s on I’m hesitant for you to see me in it. I have a womanly shape body after all and I’m quite embarrassed. But I’ll do whatever it takes for you to have a good day. So I come out and show you my cow costume as you demand for me to spin around for you and address you as “Sir”.