Contains: BE, Cowgirls, Lactation, and Large Boobs too!
(All characters are fictional, only characters 18+ perform sexual activities)
Hey hey hey! I'm back! I meant to get this out months ago but... I just wasn't in the right space and didn't finish until a couple days ago.
I hope you enjoy this new story, my longest to date! I had to cut out two scenes I originally planned, but I hope to get a sequel out (in a much more rapid fashion) to fill in what I didn't get around to.
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Behind 3 different decontamination chambers and half a dozen airlocks, at the center of a large containment complex, in the middle of a field of artificially grown grass, stood the last cow on Earth. The large space was meant to house over a dozen cows and their offspring, but Anne was the only cow inside. She usually spent her days roaming slowly around, rarely mooing anymore. Phil Letterman felt sorry for the poor animal, and its lonely existence. He gave Anne a loving pat on the side before standing up with a full bucket of milk.
"Good work, old girl," he whispered to the cow before turning ad walking away. He would be leaving this one to its devices. He had many other chores to do today.
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"Good morning, Daddy!" exclaimed a cute voice. Phil felt a smile grow across his face as he saw one of his daughters, Que, run up to him. The 8-year-old had his green eyes and sense of wit, and was 100% a Daddy's girl.
"QT! You rascal," he teased as he gave the small girl a great big hug, "Good morning sweetheart, now run along and go get me Wendy and Lorrie."
The moment Phil lowered little Que to the ground, the energetic little girl shot off like a rocket. As he watched her go, Phil tipped his brown leather hat back into position, letting a few of his dark black lochs slip out.
"Horns growing in already..." he commented to himself. For, indeed, Que had small bumps growing on her head due to her mother. The white hair of hers, worn in a small ponytail, was also from her mother, a stark contrast to his own pigment.
As Phil made his way out of the Cow Protection Facility, he stepped into the main part of the farm the Lettermans owned and the great grassland that played out around his house. The house itself was like a small mansion, wide but only 2 stories tall. All over the place, streaming back and forth were his progeny, kids from 2 to 16 in age bustling about.
Over there, Vee and Dub were playing on the swings, daring each other to go higher, the black-haired boy sticking out his tongue at his sister. Nearby Emm was showing off for Tina by doing great cartwheels. Yet, when he stepped out, many of the kids stopped what they were doing to wave, and many of the young ones threw themselves at his legs. With a small chuckle he worked to extricate himself from the cute mass.
"Woah, kids! Daddy still has stuff to do! You know I have to talk with your big sisters. Come along now."
Que came running back into the picture from around the side of the house followed by two of his older daughters, Wendy and Lorrie.
The two of them were twin sisters, although not of the identical kind. This was most clearly seen in their hair. Where Wendy had her father's color, Lorrie's shone in white. Face structures differed and Wendy might have been half an inch taller, but they both had the green eyes. The rest of the little ones finally done with their aggressive squeezing of his legs, he stepped forward to meet his now adult children.
"Dad, we've... we've made a decision," Wendy said with mixed conviction as the two parties came to a stop in front of each other.
"Are you sure about this," Phil asked while giving a quick head rub to Que.
Taking a deep breath, Wendy replied, "Yes. We know what will happen but... having seen Jess and Kailey go through with this, the two of us have agreed that we want to go through with it together." This time she seemed more certain.
"Lorrie?" asked Phil, turning to his quieter daughter.
Lorrie simply gave a single nod of consent and Phil could see the determination in her eyes. He also saw how the sisters gripped each other's hands tight.
Phil took a look at the ground and let the breath that he'd been holding in pass through his lips. Straightening up, he looked at the girls again. "Well, you're both 18 now, so it's all your choice," he said, then smiled, "Let's get started after we visit your mother."
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The trek out to the mother of the large Letterman family took about five minutes, the main barn housing her separate from the house proper. It, along with the other two barns, was designed to be the size of a small warehouse and painted a stereotypical red and white. The only difference between the barns was the singular letter above each door.
Opening the door labeled Z, Phil took in the entirety of his wife. Now filling a massive portion of the barn, were the creamy white breasts of a single woman. The smile that shown on this woman's face was the most beautiful that Phil had eve seen. She had once been a lithe creature, sensuous in all the best ways but a long time without moving had certainly added to her overall thickness.
From the top of her head, long white hair flowed down to her ass (which was politely covered in a skirt), swaying as the influx of outside air entered her world. In addition, like her daughters, she had a pair of horns growing on her head, although hers were longer. A small nose, a heart shaped face, and a cheery disposition helped fill out her image as a true matron.
"Good morning," greeted the lovely woman, "I assume they agreed to go through with everything?"
"Good morning, my love," Phil returned, walking up to his wife. He gave her a slow kiss on the lips and pet her left orb in slow loving circles. He gave a small squeeze to the milky meat. It couldn't really be called a fondle, considering the difference in size between the gargantuan melons and the hands.
"MOM! DAD!?" cried Wendy, looking more annoyed than embarrassed. Lorrie, on the other hand, was covering her face and blushing.
Phil gave a small chuckle, turning to the girls, "Sorry, but I don't know how else you would greet the greatest milker in the world."
This was true. Of all the women in the world who had undergone the cowgirl transformation, Phil knew his wife was the largest by far. Despite most girls only reaching inhumanely large sizes that caused breasts to extend down to the knees, Zina was large enough that her breasts towered thrice as tall as her own height.
"Besides," he continued, "Don't you want to be just like her? You've already said you want to go through with it."
Wendy wavered for a moment before Lorrie grabbed her arm. The shy girl looked up, simply uttering, "Please." And that was enough.
"Seems like they're ready, dear," Zina said, smiling at her little girls.