Given that his Pa was still alive and kicking, Taylor had been relegated to the cottage on the other side of the pastures. It was smaller than the main house, but no less well-appointed. He made himself a quick sandwich and went to check on Maggie.
Maggie was his own heifer. His Pa had given her to him when he was a boy to help him learn responsibility and how to raise hucows himself. He'd sired a few calves on her when he'd been... well, "that" age. They'd been shipped off to other ranches once they'd been weaned. Thankfully, the breed didn't seem to fully have the human attachment to offspring. He'd also found that her breasts increased in size slightly when she was bred.
She was an adorable young thing now. A holstein, which was a little odd since she hadn't been bred from one. If she stood human-like, which was admittedly awkward for her, she'd come almost to his shoulder. She was plump-ish, but in a pleasant way, that meant she'd calved before. Her breasts would be double E if she wore clothes, and she had nice hips that were easy to grab when the time was right.
Speaking of... "Maggie! It's time for exercise!" Taylor moved to her section of the yard, undoing his belt as the hucow mooed in delight, grabbing the fence with both hands and swinging her rear back and forth invitingly. She'd somehow learned an odd trick and slapped her soft cheeks with her tail to indicate she was ready for him.
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