Cowgirl Adventures Pt7

Mooooooo…. I say to people walking by the outside of my pen. I always got excited when someone walked by, I kept hoping one would come inside and pet me, or show me more attention since being stuck inside this pen all day is boring.

Now I’m not stuck, I could go walk around if I wanted to, but being nearly fourteen hundred pounds and eight months pregnant takes a lot of energy out of you. I sometimes miss when I first came to this farm.

I was so underweight back then, but I could move around super easily. As nice as that was, I definitely enjoy all the praise I get for being a healthy weight for a cowgirl, and I really love how big my utters have gotten.

Since getting pregnant, these things have grown several times larger, all so they can hold more milk. They even produce several times quicker than normal. I easily fill ten milk tanks a day, which makes my rancher so proud.

There was also something else that was special about my milk, I think my rancher once said something about it being pure, something about people everywhere crave it, and one last thing about it helping the farm.

I’m not entirely sure what these words mean, but I do know that there are more buildings around now, along with a whole new group of cowgirls, and two new bullboys. So as you can imagine, it’s quite busy around here now.

The new girls also seem drawn to me. They’re always asking me questions or trying to hang out with me. I try my best to be patient with the young girls, but being pregnant and dealing with them can be overwhelming.

That's why I’m glad to have Melody around. She tends to keep them in line and calm around me, she’s also become something of their mother, teaching them all about life here on the farm and how to attract bullboys.

She’s also gotten bigger like me and is on her way to the perfect cowgirl weight. Which means she’ll likely be in the same position as me soon, carrying around a little baby. Which is quite an improvement from when she showed up here.

I don’t think I’ve heard her talking about being a person since the day I found out I was pregnant, but that might be because I was sharing my milk with her, at least until she started producing the same quality.

Something about the stuff really brings out the true nature of cowgirls, and I’m sure my baby is going to grow big and strong on it. The thought of a happy healthy baby filled me with overwhelming happiness.

My udders began to feel sore, so I had no choice but to pick myself up and walk to the milking barn. For the first time since I’ve been here, there was a line of cowgirls waiting to get into one of the milking spots.

I wasn’t really sure what to do, so I attempted to go to the back of the line, but my rancher saw me and pulled me to the front right away. I was a little embarrassed to be getting such special treatment.

At the same time, walking her was really exhausting and I really wanted to get milked. Now instead of standing her while eight girls get milked, I just have to wait for one to finish up. I look over at the table to see who currently taking a turn.

One of the first two tables was the new girls, Betty and Daisy. Betty was smaller and younger but had beautiful pink hair, and Daisy was a decent size cowgirl with dark black hair and a thick butt.

The last spot was taken by the wonderful Melody, who was well on her way to filling five tanks today. I wanted to say hello to her, but with two things thrusting into her and the cups sucking her tits, I doubt she has the power to focus on anything else.

Betty finishes up and seems disappointed when she barely fills up a tenth of a single tank. The rancher pets her on the head and says something about all in due time, then hits a button on the machine to clean it.

Once it was cleaned, he sat me down, hooked my udders to the pumping cups, and secured my arms and legs into place. He hits another button that empties the rows of tanks I’ll be filling today and then he turns on the machine.

It was the same deal as always, two large dildos popped out and start fucking me in my ass and pussy. Much Like Melody, I quickly lose my senses and mooo like the hrony little cowgirl I’ve always been.

Tons of milk come flooding out of me, and it takes me no time at all to catch up to Daisy in terms of milk production, and after that, I catch up to Melody, then finally after a while I fill up all ten tanks and the rancher had to reset the machine to let me keep going.

From there I fill another two tanks before my udders run dry and I’m released from the machine. Felling semi-energized, I felt like going out to the fields and grazing, but my rancher stopped me and hooked a rope to my collar.

I think he said something about slurping me? Or maybe he said surprise for me, I really have no idea, a lot of what he says sounds like random noises. So I follow him to the front of the ranch and down the street a little.

I was really curious about what was going on now, I’d never been this far out on foot. We eventually stop at a billboard and the rancher points up at it. I look up and see an image of the farm, with a big picture of me in front of it.

There were also some words, I tried to make them out but had no luck at all. Still, it was cool to see myself up so high next to the farm. I wonder why they did this. The rancher pets my head and says something about being the ranch star.

Then we headed back to my pen, where a nice large trough was filled with food for me to eat. I get unhooked from the rope and make my way to the food. I kneel down lean over into it and start eating.

I make a huge mess, not only on the floor, but all over my face and udders, but I could easily lick it all up, so none of it went to waste. Once I’m done with my food, I lay back down on my hay pile and drift to sleep.

I end up being woken up in the middle of the night by a sound outside my pen. I sit up and call out, and for a moment no one answers. When I called out again one of the younger cowgirls stepped forward into my pen.

It was another of the young new cowgirls. Probably the youngest one here, she had pretty blonde hair and the sweetest-sounding voice. She was always super happy, but incredibly shy, so seeing here at night all worked up was concerning.

I asked her if she was okay, and she told me she had a nightmare, and was afraid to be alone. She then asked if she could sleep in my pen with me tonight, then looked down at the floor embarrassed.

I smiled and told her I’d love it if she slept over with me. I made room on my hay pile and gestured for her to come lay with me. I held her as she fell asleep after she was asleep, she was so peaceful and smiling again.

I couldn't help but imagine doing this with my baby as they grow. I rubbed my belly, I couldn’t wait for them to get here so we could do all kinds of things together, I’m sure all their new aunts would have a blast playing and protecting them, just like I’m doing now.

I look out to the night sky, and suddenly I have a feeling I comply forgot about something, or maybe it was someplace. Was I supposed to be there? That doesn’t make sense, I’m a cowgirl, and I’ve always been here, and always will be.