Oh HU-269, what are we going to do with you? Her udders are pressed between steel bars, keeping a steady pressure to them as they hang, while also pulling them from her body. Not only do they feel so far away, but she's also completely locked in her stall, so she cannot protect herself as Dart enters and reminds her of her true purpose: to be milked and to suffer. The heavy metal cow milking cups grab onto her teats. At a low pressure it feels like her poor nipples are being chewed, as it is progressively turned up it feels like they are being ripped from her swollen udders. A hucow living her best life.