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Moxie’s belly continues to grow, it’s gotten so big that he can’t even waddle, his breasts need to constantly be milked, which makes him hungry so he is also constantly tube fed. The movement inside his belly has gotten far more active and whatever is inside him seems to want out. He also wants them out, he can’t go into the pasture any more and he’s having strange feelings that moxie isn’t sure are feelings a good cow should have.
He thinks about “Evan” all the time now, he can almost picture the man’s face but for some reason that makes him sad. Moxie spends most of his time sleeping while he’s fed and milked round the clock.
Moxie wakes up because he can’t feel the tube in his mouth and he isn’t being milked, he blinks his wide dark eyes at the bright blinding light and tries to move. He’s strapped down on the operating table that he always dreams about, the heavily pregnant cow moo’s in distress.
“Good cow, Good Moxie”
The robot arms extend from the ceiling to comfort him with pets and praise, Moxie moo’s calming slightly at the sound of being told he is a “Good Cow”.
He doesn’t notice the shot he is injected with and soon everything goes dark.

Description
Moxie’s belly continues to grow, it’s gotten so big that he can’t even waddle, his breasts need to constantly be milked, which makes him hungry so he is also constantly tube fed. The movement inside his belly has gotten far more active and whatever is inside him seems to want out. He also wants them out, he can’t go into the pasture any more and he’s having strange feelings that moxie isn’t sure are feelings a good cow should have.
He thinks about “Evan” all the time now, he can almost picture the man’s face but for some reason that makes him sad. Moxie spends most of his time sleeping while he’s fed and milked round the clock.
Moxie wakes up because he can’t feel the tube in his mouth and he isn’t being milked, he blinks his wide dark eyes at the bright blinding light and tries to move. He’s strapped down on the operating table that he always dreams about, the heavily pregnant cow moo’s in distress.
“Good cow, Good Moxie”
The robot arms extend from the ceiling to comfort him with pets and praise, Moxie moo’s calming slightly at the sound of being told he is a “Good Cow”.
He doesn’t notice the shot he is injected with and soon everything goes dark.