There was no mistaking Princess, not with her belly looking like it could hold at about full sized adults, nor with her similarly massive breasts squashing under their own weight against her swollen womb. Bringing up the rear, but by no means the least, was her rump which wrapped around into extra wide childbearing hips and thighs. She didn’t have an udder unlike some of your other cows, but her enormous breasts more than made up for that slight shortcoming. And it wasn’t just your opinion either; she outmatched almost all of the other cows in milk production at any time as well as being one of the quickest to need to be milked again
Her gait was slow and careful as she walked up to the fence near you, there was just too much of her for the cow to hurry. As she waddled closer, you spared a moment to think about how much you enjoyed having this creature on your farm. Sure she ate more than almost any combination of three others of your cattle by herself, but she was one of the best – if not the best – breeding cows on your farm, always getting pregnant with at least triplets if not more to help grow your herd or to sell to other farms. There was the matter of the oddity of how her pregnancies tended to last quite a bit more than they should – her current record stood at nearly a year and a half – but her calves always grew up strong and healthy, so you thought they were worth the wait. So did many of the others that took in some of her other calves.
When she finally came to a stop – though her flesh continued to wobble for several seconds afterwards – you responded to her earlier call, “Good afternoon, Princess.”
“That it is,” she said a bit thoughtfully as she looked out across the pasture. She then turned back to you, asking “Your family all gone again, Farmer Brooks?”
You shook your head just slightly; no matter how many times you told her to call you Sarah, she continued to call you Farmer Brooks instead. “Yeah, they’re all gone. Won’t be back till later in the year.”
“Oh, that’s a shame. Your niece loved rubbing my belly, and I loved feeling her stretched out on top when I laid down,” she said fondly, both hands stroking what little they could reach of her protruding middle.
You nodded, having come across the two of them a number times like that over the past week. More than a couple of those times, you got the oddest feeling that Princess and your sixteen year old niece were doing much more than that, but couldn’t prove it. It wasn’t really your concern either, so you gave up trying to figure it out.
“Moving on, it’s a good thing that you came over. I was looking for you so it works out.”
“Oh?” she responded, leaning on the fence even further causing it to groan with the load she was placing on it.
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