Cow Girl Obsession - Chapter 1 [F25] [Big Boobs]

Hello everyone,

Here's a rewrite/retool of that short story about a cowgirl that I posted about the other day. I hope you are going to enjoy it. 

Description:

Milk changes her! A voluptuous country girl next door comes back to her roots and returns to her home ranch in the hope to find new creative inspiration, as she realizes that local organic milk triggers her into revealing her true nature. The girl next door is a human cow, and her milk production is linked to her own creativity.

Cow Girl Obsession. (Working Title). By Camille Juteau.

Chapter 1

A lost young woman seeking lust and warm nostalgic feelings.

Searching at the only place she knew.

She had fond memories of the ancient and tiny town where she grew up in.

Her past life was, however, mostly maintained at her family home—the farm she lived on a long time ago.

After seven years, this little girl, now a grown woman, finally came back home.

Vivid memories surged through her mind, making her feel like she had never left, as she walked on her long-abandoned family land.

I remember everything. I remember being so happy here once.

This barn there…

I remember…

This is where I thought I was going to lose my virginity… But that never happened.

I remember everything.

It was the middle of the day and the sun was shining bright all over the young and voluptuous girl.

From a distance, if anyone saw her like this, they would naturally have thought that she was paralyzed, but the young lady was stuck there because she couldn’t stop gazing at that old barn. She stood between the ancient, but beautiful barn and a small sunflower-yellow house. Perfectly in the middle, she couldn’t choose between either moving closer to the barn or the house.

It had been so long since the last she was here.

So long…

Hi, my name is Willow. Age: 25.

This farm is the one where I was born on. I grew up here. I lived here for a long time until I moved elsewhere to pursue my dream to become an author.

Well, that didn’t work out too well for me, unfortunately, and I found myself with no place to live, so I quickly ran out of options and I decided to revisit this old place—Ox Falls—my hometown.

To be honest, I missed this place quite a bit.

It has been seven entire years, and it feels right to come back here.

The motionless woman took a deep breath and then a sigh later…

Also. This is the only place left for me to go.

Oh, well.

She spun around and the first corner of the farm that she diced to visit was that old barn.

This was where she went to.

***

Creak!

The ancient door of the barn ultimately ended up turning a lot harder to open than she already thought, but she managed to get it open without too much trouble.

Some bright and blinding daylight flashed into the dark barn as—

Willow—

Entered inside.

The young woman who just arrived back home was a thick girl with a majestically voluptuous body.

She was not skinny, at all other than a slim waist, however, other than that, everything was grandiose about her. Her thighs were ample and thick. Her hips were the widest and aesthetically the strongest objects around. Her stomach was perfectly, and smoothly, well-toned.

However, what were certainly her strongest assets were her bust.

Her chest was massively large.

Willow’s breasts were enormous.

36K was her bra size, and she was still counting as at 25 years old, she shockingly still wasn’t developing and growing. That was because that young girl suffered from macromastia, which meant that she began developing her breasts early on and that she was still growing to these days. The growth was incredibly slow, but as far as she was concerned, her chest had never stopped expanding.

When Willow entered the old barn, she wore a black and white horizontally striped t-shirt, a pair of denim shorts, and beige high-heeled shoes. Her outfit revealed a lot of her body, including her majestic cleavage, which was so open and wide that it was simply a generous treat that would give to anyone who would see her like that.

Too bad that one was here. No one could see her like that.

It was even more of a shame since her big tits would sloppily and actively bounce up and down whenever she walked from one point to another. It felt like she didn’t wear any bra yet she certainly did, otherwise, that would be a lot worse if she didn’t. These huge and demanding movements of her boobs constantly whenever she walked proved that her chest was the heavy kind, which was not too surprising considering its sheer size.

The barn. It’s exactly how I remember it to be so long ago. Nothing changed. I don’t—I don’t even know what I’m doing here, to begin with… My parents gave this farm to me, yet, I’ve been against coming back here for so long. Could I make this place my home again? Could I? Willow legitimately asked herself as she walked around the old barn, revisiting it after so many years.

Dust covered everything here.

Everywhere she would walk in the barn, her big and heavy tits would bounce with her. Beautifully and constantly moving. Swaying in the air. Sometimes going up. Other times going back down. Occasionally swaying to the right and even to the left. It wasn’t their fault. Her breasts were simply that dense and soft. Just like marshmallows, they were.

***

Then, the next thing on her list was the actual home where she grew up.

The cottage house.

After unlocking the door, she entered her family home and was welcomed by no one.

No one was home.

No one lived here, anymore.

The kitchen is exactly the same way I remember it. Same for the living room. I swear, this place is like a time portal or something. It’s so nostalgic. They never renovated nor modernized this place, really. It still looks like the 90s in here.

***

Finally, the last place it was urgent for her to see…

My bedroom.

God! That old bed of mine looks so tiny now!

I—I—remember masturbating so many times in that bed. So many times. I was so ashamed of it at first, but in hindsight, that felt so comforting, warm, and nice. It made me all fuzzy every time I did it.

Ugh…

Why am I so wet right now?

This isn’t the right moment to be wet.

All these memories.

Everything is coming back to me.

…

Now, it’s up to me to make a choice—do I want to stay here at the farm and live here for a while… Or do I want to leave this place behind and immediately go back to the city where I don’t even have a real place to live at anymore?