Betsy

Well, you see many other animal-girls, you finally make your decision and decide to take Betsy home with you. It's not just those gigantic boobs with the rest of her fleshy goodness or the fact you'll never have to buy milk again, you like that innocent girlish personality. You get the idea that she's currently virginal and you'd love to explore every aspect of sex together with her. You inform the clerk and he nods approvingly.

"I'm sure she'll be everything you need," he says as he leads you back to her, "and you will be for her. Betsy needs a good master. She doesn't handle loneliness very well."

As you and the clerk approach Betsy again, she looks at both of you with a slightly confused expression. Your eyes meet hers and you hold out a hand to her. Your other hand holds the collar and as Betsy takes your hand, her eyes flicker to it and she begins to understand. Her jaw drops in shock as you gently slide the collar around her neck and fasten it.

"Y-you chose me?" says Betsy breathlessly, "I can come home with you?"

"That's right," you tell her, caressing her cheek, "you're the one for me."

Betsy suddenly wraps you up in her arms, pressing her chubby cheek against yours, burying you in her massive knockers and squashing her huge udder against your groin.

"Oh my dreams have come true!" Betsy gushes, "Thank you so much for choosing me, I'll be ever so good to you, I...oops!"

You find suddenly that the front of your shirt and pants are soaked in Betsy's lovely lactation. You can see milk still oozing from her long thick boob-teats and beading at the four on her udder.

"I'm so sorry," she gasps, "I didn't realize how full I was and got all excited."

"It's alright," you say, momentarily losing control, "mind if I have a taste?"

With some difficulty and both hands, you gently lift her nearest colossal milk jug, sliding your lips around the nip bigger than both your thumbs, and give it a little suck, filling your mouth with the best milk you've ever tasted and making Betsy moan and gasp with surprise and pleasure.

"Mooooo! Master!" gasps Betsy, blushing deeply, "People are watching!"

"Sorry, beautiful," you say, smiling impishly and planting a sweet kiss on her big thick lips, "I got all excited, too. You really excite me.?

You caress her huge milkbed rear and make her shift with delight and blush even deeper. Apparently she likes but is not used to all this affection. The clerk stands by with a bland smile and you figure he?s seen this and more in his time here. You settle everything with him and are told that in addition a receptacle will be placed in your apartment for Betsy?s milk, sending it straight to a plant that will pay you for the milk and even give you a portion for your own use.

?That?s not including the amount you enjoy straight from the source,? says the clerk.

With that done, you and Betsy head off, the big but shy cow-girl taking your hand. The two of you stroll in the direction of home and you eventually just slide your arm around what you can of her waist, getting close. She sighs contentedly.

?Master,? she whispers, ?I?ve never been with a man before. I hope I please you.?

?Don?t worry,? you encourage her, ?it?ll be my first time, too. We?ll learn together, okay??

?Okay,? she says, ?thank you.?

The two of you pause for a tender and slow kiss and afterward?