Ushiko, the new farmhand

Like most women of the modern era, Ushiko was the daughter of a woman and a cowboy. But unlike many, she seemed to have inherited something of a recessive Hucow gene... Her breasts were enormous, far bigger than her mother's bust size or what her own Japanese ancestry would indicate.

As she sat in the chair in front of the farm owner's desk, she bit her lip, her glasses sliding down her nose. She was used to being stared at... And this farm owner made no effort to hide her gazes at the newest farmhand's massive rack barely contained in her simple white T-shirt and denim overalls.

Said farm owner, who had instructed the girl to address her as "Ms. Farmer," spared glances away from Ushiko's bosom to look at her paperwork.

"So, you got a degree in Hucow husbandry?" the tall, curvaceous woman asked, her voice strong and commanding.

"Just a bachelor's degree, Ms. Farmer," Ushiko said, her voice tiny as she shrunk under the woman's scrutinizing eyes.

"A bachelor's degree? So you don't have any on-hand experience with cowboys?"

Ushiko shook her head, gazing down at her hands clasped in her lap in shame. "No, Ms. Farmer... We only worked with cowgirls. The cowboys were all theory and books..."

The farm owner let out an audible "tsk," causing Ushiko to wince. "What's this merit from your college?"

"A special recommendation... Th-There should be a note attached," the meek Asian explained, fighting off the urge to hug her huge bust.

The powerful woman pulled the paper up, reading the one under it in Ushiko's file. She nodded, her foot tapping as she read from her desk seat. "Is this true?"

Ushiko nodded.

"That's certainly quite a rare qualification... But you really weren't given any hands-on training? They didn't bring in a cowboy to practice on at any point?"

She shook her head. "Please? I need this job..."

She'd gotten a degree in Hucow husbandry so she could work on a Hucow farm... She hoped that she could work with cowgirls so that her massive breasts wouldn't look so unusual around them, but the only opening she could find was at a farm for only cowboys! She awkwardly fidgeted her thighs, nearly sweating as she awaited her judgment...