Cowgirls

The master had put a lot of time in his cowgirls the last few days. They have been a part of the farm since his great grandfather started the concept, and they had been in serious need of some adjustments. No changes too radical, the old fashioned modifications had their own kind of appeal to them. They were just a bit unpractical.

When the master entered they stalls, Klara and Bessie gave a lazy moo as sign of recognition.They were laying in the straw, and were already using their new stomacs to digest their new grass diet. A good first sign.

He opened the gate, and the girls didn't even bother to look up at him, just as he had trained them not to.

He kicked them on their big butts, and they stood up with a loud moo. He inspected their tails. They were a bit dirty from their own excretion, but the movement and connections seemed to work. Their hooves were healthy too, and the scars on their hairy bellies had healed just fine.

Bessie mooaned as he sucked a bit on the huge nipples on her skippyball sized breasts. The milk was round, full and a bit sweet. Perfect for direct sale in the farmshop. He wrote something on the big yellow laped pierced through her cowear. And gave a soft tug on the gold ring through her wet nose. She answered him with a lick of her long rough tongue. He had no idea why the costumers liked it so much to have their balls licked by these girls. To him it was enough to feel the sandpaper scratch on his forearm.

Klara had been moddified a bit different from the other girls. Instead of putting the three extra stomacs in her belly, he had expanded her ribcage a lot. The belly area was needed to put the skippyball sized udder which contained her milk.

He sucked her to taste some. It was a bit fatty. Just right to make some cheese from. He wrote it on the label on her ear.

The experiment had been a succes. Digesting their food clearly took a lot of energy, and they fell back on the ground. The master couldn't wait to make the other cows as lazy with some extra stomacs.