Rachel Big Bovine

"BUUUURRRRPPPPPPP!!!!"

Rachel the cow girl let out a hefty belch, after gobbling up another doughnut from her box of twelve. The electric fan buzzed in front of her as she sat on the couch in front of the television, her cow ears twitching around her impressive horns, while her tail flicked about, shooing away the irritating flies on this hot, sticky summer day. She was about to reach for the remote to change channels when Lisa, her good friend and co-worker, walked in.

The much smaller, slim-figured cow girl wasn't much to look at. In contrast to the hefty, tanned, full-figured bovine that was Rachel, Lisa was slim, her skin lacking the healthy brown glow of Rachel's, and her horns much shorter with less lustre.

"Phew, I'm pooped" sighed Lisa, plopping down onto the couch next to her hefty friend. Like Rachel, she too was sweating profusely in the summer heat.

"Rough day at the store?" asked Rachel, taking a chug from her nearby chocolate milkshake, as she reached for another doughnut.

"Yeah! Damn, we're all out already" replied her friend.


Lisa and Rachel had recently started a milk shop and milk-delivery service business a week ago, which was slowly but surely starting to gain popularity. Actually, Lisa ran the shop and Rachel supplied the milk. The big girl was slowly becoming known for supplying the richest, creamiest, best-quality milk in town, hence the inevitable rise in the number of customers. Indeed, many of their neighbours and friends, upon trying the milk from Lisa and Rach's shop, had quit buying the commercial ones in the groceries and sought instead Rachel's rich, sweet milk.

"Really? Sure, no problem! Although I'm going to need some more...errr...supplies" said Rach through a mouthful of doughnut, licking her fingers clean as she picked up the now empty box and tossed it aside.

Lisa followed it with her eyes and watched it land in a pile of chocolate bar wrappers, ice cream pints, paper bags, and other empty boxes of different assortments of sweets and pastries. She then turned back to her friend, who had picked up the remote and resumed flipping channels.

"Already? Rach, I just went to the grocery yesterday!" she said, looking her friend up and down as the bigger cow girl sat next to her. "Damn Rach, have you been getting bigger lately?"


Rachel, who had always been a quite heavyset cow girl with a large appetite, had recently been chowing down even more than usual ever since they started that milk shop business. It seems all the milking, which was strangely a new thing for the well-fed Rach (most would wonder why such a big, busty cow girl hadn't been in the milking business until just recently), was making her even hungrier and hungrier as she pumped out gallons of milk out of each of her huge boobs. But it wasn't just her boobs that were growing from all the eating she was doing. Her already very meaty frame was starting to get even more extra padding.  


"I dunno…maybe?" went Rach casually, leaning back lazily against the soft couch and folding a very thick arm behind her head. Lisa watched her friend's noticeably tighter tank top strain against her now even more impressive chest, a healthy amount of brown cleavage pushing out of the top even more than before. As she lay back, her now tighter tank top rode up, exposing the girl's belly button and her very well-fed, now even plumper belly as it spilled onto her thick, meaty thighs.

"You sure have, you big girl" laughed Lisa, reaching over and patting her friend in her oversized gut, which wobbled with fat. Her eyes then shot up to Rach's bulging boobs, which bulged over her well-fed midsection. "The sales have been through the roof, but we won't save up much if you keep eating all we've earned" said Lisa only half-jokingly. It was true after all—most of their income was going to Rachel's constant face-stuffing, rather than to their savings or whatnot.

"I'd help with milking, but, you know..." went Lisa with a shy grin, looking down at her own, unimpressive chest. In the world of cow girls, the not-so-well-endowed ones like herself who couldn't make it as models or milk-suppliers usually ventured into other non-bust related fields.

"That's alright Lis! I can supply more than enough for both of us" grinned Rachel, looking down at her own impressive rack, as it bulged before her. "You just worry about keeping me fed!" she exclaimed, lifting her shirt to show off her brown, blubbery gut, and giving it a pat. It wobbled with fat, even more than usual.

"Haha, thank god you're such a big girl then, Rach!" laughed Lisa in reply, reaching over and cupping one of her friend's massive mammaries. Her hand hardly covered it.

Those huge boobs were the only source of their income lately, and Lisa knew it. That was why she kept Rachel so well-fed even though privately, she thought Rach was starting to overindulge just a bit too much for their business' own good.

"But let me grab you an extra snack for today, since business has been good. How's some cake and ice cream sound?" smiled Lisa, getting up from the couch.

"Sure, but bring two tubs of rocky road this time! I practically inhaled that last one" laughed Rachel. She had been the happiest, greediest cow girl ever since this business started, with Lisa pampering her with all the delicious food. She certainly wasn't complaining—all she had to do was sit at home and eat, milking herself now and then to replenish the stocks which wasn't hard at all. This was the life.


Lisa soon returned with two pints of rocky road, and a large chocolate cake.

Soon, Rachel was gobbling it all down, holding a slice of rich, fattening cake in each hand which she munched on simultaneously, as Lisa fed her globs of gooey rocky road ice cream with a large spoon.
That was when an ad came on that caught both girls' attentions.

It was for the upcoming Ms. Bovine Contest, which was held every year or so in town.

The contest was basically a stage for cow girl models, mostly milking company representatives, went to show off what they had to offer. The contest had several rounds, with the winners in each round progressing to the next until eventually, one star cow girl would be crowned "Ms. Bovine", winning not just a healthy sum of cash, but more importantly, publicity that often skyrocketed the popularity of whatever company they were representing. Oh, and all of the cow girls who entered were beautiful and busty.

The ad continued, enticing spectators to come and attend the event, and encouraging participants as well. Indeed, most of the girls were beautiful, not to mention very well-endowed in the chest area, but there was one thing Lisa noticed right away.

"All these girls are tiny!" she went, referring to the slim figure of almost every model they flashed from clips of previous competitions. Sure, most of them had meat on their bones, the kind of softness that came with a naturally good milk-producing cow girl, and some were actually pretty chubby, but none of them were really BIG. And yet, the ad portrayed these girls as if they were HUGE, highlighting their sizeable bosoms and mildly-padded figures as they strut their stuff. Because if there was one thing people liked their cowgirls to be, it was BIG—the bigger, the better! Strangely though, most cow girls found it pretty hard to pile on the pounds. Probably because they ate mostly vegetables.

But not Rach.

"Heh, yeah, I could totally crush these girls easy!" laughed Rachel, stuffing more cake into her mouth as she reached for her glass of milkshake. As she reached over with a large, blubbery arm, Lisa watched as her friend's poor tank top groaned against the weight of her overflowing boobs, as her cleavage spilled out even more. Having retrieved her milkshake, Rachel tipped it over her head and chugged the remains down straight.

"BBBUUUURRRRPPPPP!!!!" she went, letting out another healthy burp as she rubbed her exposed, blubbery belly, looking down at it past her bulging boobs.

Lisa's eyes widened with inspiration. A light bulb had just gone on in her business-oriented cow girl brain.

"You know what, you're right!" she said, a smile forming on her lips as she surveyed her well-fed friend. "You totally could! And that's why we're gonna enter you in the Ms. Bovine Contest!"

"Uhhh...what?" blinked Rachel, who stopped chewing her chocolate cake for a second.

"C'mon, it's gonna be great! The contest has never had a cow girl as BIG as you—you'll sweep the floor with the competition easily!" said Lisa energetically.

"Well, I am way bigger than those girls on the add" gloated Rachel, looking down proudly at her overflowing rack. "And I've been to a few of those contests in the past...oh puh-leaze!" she said, rolling her eyes as she waved a hand at the imaginary competition. "I'd be surprised if any of those girls were HALF my weight!"

"Exactly! The competition has never had any real, honest-to-goodness, big, fat, juicy cow girls!" said Lisa.
"That's why I'm totally signing you up!"

"Yeah, they could totally use a gal like me" grinned Rach confidently, licking her fingers clean as she used her free hand to give her belly a fond rub. She had to admit, Lisa was right—she was getting even bigger lately. "But what if they don't WANT any girls as big as me? Don't they go for those only slightly-chubby types? I'm a little more than slightly chubby" said Rach, looking down at her belly bulging onto her lap.

"I know, that's why we'll USE your size as a way to make you stand out against the competition! We'll emphasize it so much, along with the fact that people want a big, healthy cow girl supplying their milk" went on Lisa.

"Hmmm...what do you mean?" went Rach.

"I mean, we'll have to highlight your key attribute that sets you apart from the others, your SIZE, and shove it in their faces! I'm talking really tight, skimpy, sexy clothes to show off your stuff—the belly, the ass, the thighs, the arms, and of course the boobs, everything!" continued Lisa. While she knew Rach wasn't exactly the most svelte cow girl around, she knew this manner of marketing her was going to be their ticket to success—and big bucks! It's not like she was entering Rach in The Next Cow Girl Top Model. It was a Miss Bovine Contest for pete's sake! The bigger the better, you know?

"I like the sound of that" grinned Rach, who was never shy in showing off her over-abundant figure. She could just imagine herself surrounded by attention and admirers, as she poured out of whatever too-tight outfit she was bulging out of.

This was Lisa's best idea yet—and both girls thought so.




The next day, Lisa and Rach made their way to the nearest site of the contest, a large convention hall in town. This first round of the contest took place over the course of a week, and over that week contestants were free to walk in and strut their stuff. Lisa, with her organization and negotiating skills, had managed to get her and Rach a spot in the contest.

Inside, the beautiful, busty models sat at their respective "booths", as the judges went around to score them based on certain criteria including bustiness, overall size, meatiness, and of course the quality of the milk they produced. It was actually more of a beauty pageant for busty cow girls to get recognized, while representing whatever company had enlisted of their services.

However, having registered late, Rach and Lisa didn't get a booth. Instead, they had to line up with all the other models who weren't top class, and wait to be judged at the judge's podium. The models would then show off their bodies, with the judges free to examine them of course, and milk themselves to give the judges a taste, while their managers did all the talking.


"Excellent, excellent Miss Dorothy. You have an impeccable figure, one of the meatiest I've seen so far" said one of the judges, a young man, who had just examined a particularly chubby cow girl. Naturally, the judges favoured the fuller-figured cow girls, as their healthiness reflected the quality of their milk. Unfortunately, not many cow girls came with extra padding. They'd bue lucky to get to examine even a chubby one, thanks to the scarcity of any really big girls.

Dorothy nodded with a pretty smile and hopped off the cushioned bed she had to lay on while the manager examined her. As she hopped off, her very sizeable chest, one of the biggest the judge had seen so far, bounced and wobbled in her tight-fitting shirt. The judge had to hand it to her manager—the girl's clothes really maximized her figure's fullness. She was definitely going to be a contender.

Walking off with her manager proudly, Dorothy's ears twitched and her tail flicked happily at her feedback from the judge. As she passed the next contender who was ascending the podium, however, her flicking and tail-wagging immediately stopped, as her bright smile faded.

Lisa lead Rachel up the steps to the podium, where her judge was waiting by the examination bed. Lisa gazed at her friend proudly, taking a bit of pride in herself too in the way she had "prepared" Rachel for the occasion—the girl was overflowing!

Yesterday, upon deciding their entry in the competition, Lisa had made a quick sketch of a cute, sexy outfit that would best show off Rachel's assets, and every single inch of curvature on her bulging frame. She then took the design to the nearby tailor, who she paid extra to have the outfit rushed.

Up top, Rachel wore a white spaghetti –strap top with the name of their store, "Rach's Milk" printed on the front. This was momentarily covered though, by a cute button-up sleeveless vest Lisa had Rach wear over it. The plan was to surprise the judges with Rach's bountifulness when she took off the vest, which fit her like a glove. The thin fabric stretched across the girl's sizeable boobs, which it did nothing to hide. While Rachel had managed to miraculously button the buttons up over her chest, cleavage already began to push out of the top testing the vest while it stretched over her hefty belly. It managed to cover her entire belly though, but was just as skin-tight as the spag top in hugging her bulging upper body.

On the bottom, Rachel wore a pair of very tight, very short khaki shorts that hugged her huge ass and hips every bit as tight as her tops did to her boobs and belly. Her huge ass, which it miraculously managed to cover fully, stuck out like a shelf behind her to balance her balcony-like chest that bulged in front up ahead. Her huge, thick thighs bulged freely, fully exposed.


As Rachel ascended the stage, the judge who had previously been beaming over Dorothy's supposed "full figure" soon took back her comments on the previous contestant. That girl was probably not even HALF the weight of this new one. As Rach walked up to her, huge chest bouncing and wobbling even more, the buttons of her blouse creaking against her boobs and belly, and her large thighs rubbing together as her wide hips swayed, it was no wonder he was impressed.

"How do I look?" whispered Rach from the side of her mouth at Lisa, who was walking up the stairs next to her. Rachel gave her vest a little tug and a heave against her chest, causing the buttons to groan in protest, since it was so tight. She also gave her shorts a tug at the back, since she was getting a wedgie thanks to the size of her huge ass.

Lisa turned to her side to see Rachel walking beside her, buttons-a-groaning, boobs-a-bouncing, and ass-a-wobbling. She was absolutely overflowing out of that outfit—which was what Lisa had intended.

"Enormous" winked Lisa, patting her friend lightly on her fat ass, which jiggled happily.


The judge, after greeting the two cow girls and taking the contestant number assigned to them, lead them to the nearby bed. It was actually like a doctor's examination table, except more comfortable with its padding, where the cow girls could sit and lie down if needed to be evaluated by the judges.

"Well, she certainly is a healthy cow girl" said the judge, unable to contain just how impressed he was by Rachel. Despite his young age, he held a prestigious position at a big-time milking company, one of the main sponsors of the competition. He had never seen anyone so...BIG in his entire career.

Lisa winked at Rachel as the judge couldn't help but look her up and down, taking in the sights of her pouring out of her tiny outfit. All Rachel had to do, meanwhile, was sit down and look like a big, fat cow girl.

"Yes sir! Rachel here is my star bovine, and she's as big and healthy as they get" went Lisa, patting a hand on Rachel's large thigh, her belly bulging onto her lap nearby. "Would you like to see more, sir?"

"Oh! Of course, y-yes please" smiled the judge, adjusting his collar as he tore his eyes away from the buttons straining against Rachel's huge chest. Was it just him, or was it getting hot in here?

Lisa smiled and nodded at Rachel, who smiled back and begun reaching for the buttons of her vest.

"As you can see, she is much healthier than most of the other cow girls here" smiled Lisa proudly, as she watched Rachel undo the buttons of her vest. The judge's jaw almost hit the floor as Rachel's giant boobs came pouring out, cleavage overflowing out of the skin-tight spag top. "Sir, have you ever seen any bovine as large as Rachel here?" she continued, as Rachel undid the buttons over her belly, which also came bulging out onto her lap, the fabric of the top stretched like a glove over her blubbery gut, which it amazingly managed to cover. However, as Rachel pulled off the undone vest, her spag top rode up ever so slightly, showing off an inch or two of soft, brown belly fat.

"Well, honestly no, I have not..." said the judge, fixing his glasses and swallowing hard. He jotted down notes on his clipboard with a shaking hand.

Lisa pushed on. Stepping closer to Rachel, she grabbed the bottom of her friend's tight spag top and lifted it up, so that Rachel's entire belly was showing, bulging blubberily onto her lap in all its overfed glory.

"Look how well fed we keep her, to ensure she is as healthy a cow girl as can be!" smiled Lisa, giving her friend's big belly a happy slap, which only made it jiggle with fat. The wobbling actually continued upwards to her boobs, were her cleavage rippled as it spilled out of the skimpy top.

"Good gosh, she really does look VERY well-fed!" went the judge, never having seen such a big, fat belly before. This girl must be feeding her cow girl very well indeed.

"Of course, the more well-fed she is, the better the quality of her milk" winked Lisa. "I'm assuming you'd like to try some, sir?"

The judge gulped again. "Ummm...of course! If you'd just lead her to the milking stations so we could obtain a sample…"

The two girls followed the judge a short distance to a nearby milking station, where a hired cow girl was serving as an attendant. This is where all the contestants had themselves milked for taste testing. Milk had to come fresh from the source, on the spot, and procured by approved staff like the milking girl, as to avoid cheating.

The milking stations, each tended to by a milking girl member of the Contest Staff, were in little cubicle-like structures that offered privacy for the cowgirls being milked. The milking girl, quite busty herself, was easily overshadowed by Rach's size. While normally proud of her sizeable bosom, she shied away, shrinking into her chair behind her desk at the milking station, as the judge, Lisa, and Rachel walked up to her.

"What do I do?" asked Rachel casually, looking down at the seated milking attendant past her own bulging chest, which stuck out in front of her considerably.

"Ummm, are you a contestant?" gulped the milking lady, looking up past the huge breasts looming over her at the large cow girl's face.

"Sure am! Where's the milking station?" went Rachel.

"You'll have to follow me inside, ma'am. The milking devices are held inside these cubicles for privacy" she said, motioning to an enclosed structure that looked like a small house without windows—it even had a roof.  

The milking attendant stood up, and opened the door of the milking station. The inside of it was a single, small room with a lone table in the centre. On top of the table was a strange device which Rachel suspected was the milking device. There were seats on either side of the table for her and the milking attendant to sit down.

"Your manager is welcomed to accompany you, of course" offered the attendant shyly.

Lisa and Rachel followed her inside the little milking station. The inside really was small—it barely had space enough for the three of them, especially since Rachel was taking up a whole lot of it. The walls were close together and the room was very narrow.

"Please have a seat, so we can begin the milking" smiled the attendant nervously as she sat at the other end of the table. She stared up at Rachel, who was smiling down at her past her massive chest. She noticed that the big bovine took up so much room inside the place, her width and height almost filling out her side of the table. Her manager, a much smaller girl, had squeezed past her and was now standing at the side of the table, where Rachel's bulk wasn't taking up all the space.

Rachel noticed the milking machine on the table. It had two large, half-sphere basins which faced upward, and connected to the main machine were several pumps and clear glass cylinders.

"Oooooh cool" she went with a grin.

"How does it work?" asked Lisa, as Rach took her seat excitedly on the chair in front of the desk holding the machine. The attendant immediately noted how the chair groaned under Rach, as her huge ass spilled over its sides. This was one hefty heifer.

"It's real easy, ma'am..." began the attendee, turning to Rach's manager. "Just place her breasts into the holders, and the machine will do all the pumping for you" she finished with a nervous smile. She then shifted her gaze to the bulging twin mounds of flesh wobbling before her, pushing out of Rach's tight top, and hoped the holders would be big enough. She had never seen a girl with such big boobs.

"Oh, alright. Let's give the judge a taste of what you got, Rach" winked Lisa, reaching for the hem of her friend's tight top. She lifted the tight fabric up all the way, revealing Rach's entire belly, as it bulged heavily onto her lap, as well as her enormous boobs, which were bursting out of her too-small bra.

Lisa then unhooked Rach's creaking bra from behind, as it immediately sprung off in relief. The milking girl and judge gasped as her huge breasts tumbled forward—they were the biggest either of them had ever seen. Rach then leaned forward a bit, her boobs bulging against the desk's top.

"There we go..." said Lisa, as she heaved the big cow girl's huge boobs into the basins, which she filled up easily to the brim, extra boobage pouring out the sides.  "...isn't she a big girl?" she went proudly, patting one of Rach's gigantic boobs, which made it jiggle as it filled up the basin easily.

"She...certainly is" went the milking lady in awe. No other girl at the competition had ever managed to fill up the milking machine so...well. She stared at all that brown boobage bulging against the rims of the basins.

After a few pumps of the machine, they were done.




"This milk...it's...it's...it's remarkable!" he went, his eyes lighting up once Lisa had handed him a glass of Rachel's milk. All three women were standing outside the milking booth by now. "I've never tasted anything so rich, so sweet!"

"Thank you sir" smiled Lisa politely. "Like I said, our girl Rachel here is one special gal" she went, giving her friend's fully exposed gut another healthy pat. The big bovine was lost to the world though, having availed of some free cake after the milking station. Milking often left a cow girl feeling a bit drained, and so the cow girls were offered a complementary recharge snack in the form of cake at each station after milking.

"This is incredible milk. What makes it so rich and pure?" asked the judge in awe.

"Well, this is all natural milk from Rachel, so its consistency and quality cannot be replicated by any other bovine...she is one of a kind" said Lisa, grabbing Rach's bra and beginning to put it back on the hefty cow girl. "But, we did notice that the quality of her milk enhanced further, the better we took care of her. It seems the larger our Rachel got, the better her milk got too."

"Amazing! Would it be possible for her to get even...BIGGER? And produce even better milk?" went the judge, wondering if milk could ever taste so good.

Lisa did a double take. She was standing behind Rach, helping with the difficult task of squeezing back into her bra. She had already managed to barely shove each huge breast into the inadequately sized cups, which they were pouring out of. Lisa was struggling to hook up the bra from behind, as Rachel did nothing to help, already working on her second slice of chocolate cake since the milking.

"You mean…make her even…urggghhh…bigger than she is now?" groaned Lisa with a bit of disbelief, sweating as she tugged the hooks of the bra together as Rachel's blubbery back fat poured over the clasps and straps. Rachel had already put on quite a bit of weight since they started the milking business. And her demands of food were starting to get a bit excessive already—would it be advisable if she got even bigger?

"Of course! You do realize a cow girl's size is a good indication of her milk quality?" said the judge with a raised eyebrow, his milk moustache still unwiped.

"Yes sir! I do sir!" said Lisa quickly in reply, not wanting to seem like a novice to the milk industry. She had just managed to do up Rachel's bra. "O-of course we can make her…ummm…bigger, sir" she replied unsurely, facing now her large friend who was cramming the last bit of slice of cake into her full mouth. Rachel's bra seemed to creak in protest.

"Lisa, I'm going to grab a third slice, alright? The cake here's delicious!" said the huge cow girl through a mouthful of chocolate, licking her fingers clean as she looked down at her smaller friend who was at level with her bulging, overflowing chest.

Rachel, even bigger? Lisa swallowed nervously. All for business, she guessed.






It was when they got home, when Lisa was trying to implement Rachel's new and improved diet, that she knew things were going to get a bit out of hand.

She had instructed Rachel to just sit back, relax, and eat as much as she wanted. All she had to do was call, and Lisa would serve whatever fattening treat the big bovine desired. Why was she doing this? After all, personally, Lisa thought Rachel was already getting a bit too much to handle, what with her recent weight gain and increase in appetite. But if she wanted their business to boom, which would surely happen if they won the Miss Bovine pageant, Rachel would have to get…well…BIGGER.

Right now, Rachel was seated on the living room couch in front of the television, gobbling down on some of the cheesecake Lisa had bought on the way home—the cow girl's manager had gotten several boxes of the stuff.

"You know what, Lisa?" said Rachel through a mouthful of cake, even as she forced more down her throat. "I think this was your best idea yet!" she went, licking her fingers clean as she reached with her free hand for a new slice. Both hands were kept busy, Rach not allowing either one to be empty of any cake for more than the time she needed to reach for another slice.

"Well, the judge did say you needed to fatten up a bit more" said Lisa, who was holding a bottle of rubbing lotion. She set it down next to Rach and sat down on a small stool in front of her, so that she was level with Rachel's midsection.

"What are you doing?" asked Rach curiously, looking down past her own overflowing cleavage (she was still wearing her Miss Bovine outfit) to see Lisa tugging her tight spag top upwards to expose her big, brown belly.

"I read somewhere that pampering big cow girls like you helps you…errr…grow faster. Things like belly rubs and massages, so that's what I'm going to do" answered Lisa, gulping as she stared at the huge belly before her, bulging over the shorts' tight waistband. Rachel's waistline must've been at least twice Lisa's own width easy. She then proceeded to spread lotion all over Rachel's fat gut, kneading her belly fat like dough.

"Ooooooh that feels good" cooed Rachel as she piggishly stuffed more cake into her mouth. "I am so loving this contest!"