She runs off

Kimberly straightened up so that she was sitting on her heels. Her hands went up to her head and felt the rubbery texture of the cow mask. Then they slowly dropped down to her breasts. I couldn’t see her expression as she felt her large, distended tits. Her fingers traced out the new shape of them and felt the few drops of milk that slowly rolled down from her nipples. I heard her gasp softly to herself.

I stood up and took a few steps back. About ten feet away her family were now all seated on the picnic blanket, passing out dishes and helping themselves to the food. They were distracted enough, momentarily, but I knew that their attention would soon turn back to me and my cow.

“How… how did…” Kimberly stammered. They were the first real words she had spoken in awhile. “… you… Why would I let you do this?” Her words were slightly muffled but I could hear her shock turning into anger.

She stood up and turned to face me. I was smiling wickedly, fighting to hold back my laughter at how ridiculous she looked. Kimberly realized what had set me off and her hands flew up to remove the mask. With a quick tug she had it off, revealing her bright red blushing cheeks. The flush was starting to make its way down her neck towards her chest.

I simply said, “I was just going along with your idea.” Then I winked and mouthed the word “moo”.

That was one straw too many. She flung down the mask as tears filled her eyes, tipping the bucket and spilling all of our hard work on the grass. Without looking back to her family she crossed her arms over her chest and ran past me. For a few moments I followed her with my gaze, enjoying the sight of her bare, toned legs and her firm ass still wrapped in cow-print bikini bottoms. The sound of her sobbing faded away with her.

“Did you say something, Michael?” her mother asked.

Casually I strolled over to the blanket and took a seat on the last open spot.

“Oh nothing, just dealing with an ornery cow.”

“She sure made a lot of fuss. Even kicked over the milk pail,” said Adam.

I grabbed myself a plate and started to tuck into what looked like quite a good spread.

“Maybe, but no use crying over that.”

They all laughed at that, and so did I. I might go have more fun with Kimberly later. But for now, I was happy to enjoy my food in the sunshine.