Chapter 1
I saw the ad on late night tv, "NEW! Get your own personal milk maid today! New economy, space saving models, perfect for any family that wants fresh milk! Try our Milk Maid Minis TODAY!"
I had heard of milk maids, even seen a few out and about with their owners, usually rich folk. They were genetically engineered cross breeds. Mostly human, but also part bovine. Always female, tall, curvy, and impossibly stacked in the chest department. Their purpose was to produce milk and take care of household chores. They were smart enough to talk, but still lower than average human intelligence. They made good pet-like companions from what I heard, and my small family did like milk.
I had been alone for some time, my wife had died a few years back, leaving me with two kids. It would be nice to have companion, even if she was a ditzy pet cowgirl. I was a few beers deep and I had some money saved up, plus the price was so low I couldn't help myself. I placed the order before bed.
My daughter was helping my son get ready for school when I woke up, my head was throbbing while I pulled on my work jeans. I glanced at my phone, I rolled my eyes when I saw the 'thank you for your purchase!' email. 'Whatever' I thought to myself, I was already late. I kissed my daughter on the forehead and ruffled my son's hair as we all headed out the door.
I rolled into work late, not what a construction superintendent should be doing. I took some Advil before my first appointment, the homeowner was bossy and wanted the wires run for some custom sound system during their pre drywall inspection. Advil didn't help much for those jackasses. After that my appointments were done for the day, I told the project manager I was headed home early, didn't feel good. Probably not the best look for me, but I didn't care.
As I rolled into the driveway I saw her, sat on one of my porch chairs, legs swinging, not even tall enough for them to hit the ground. She smiled, a big goofy smile, and waved eagerly. I rolled my eyes, what I gotten myself into?
She jumped off the seat as I got out of my truck. She stood on the porch smiling, she was dressed in a pair of blue denim overalls and a pink tee underneath, completely barefoot. Her blonde hair was tied back with a big cow print scrunchy, except for some bangs that hung nearly over her eyes. Two small, white cow horns poked through her blonde bangs. She was very cute; big green eyes, a small button nose, and plump pink lips, all on a round, chubby, milky white face. As I got closer I could make out a smattering of freckles covering her face. She looked like one of the full size milk maids, just squashed into a shorter package, which amplified her curves exponentially. She had impossibly thick thighs, hips that stood out well past her shoulders, a soft tummy, and two massive tits, each larger than her head. Her clothes had to have been custom made to fit all those curves in such a small package. I could see her little cow tail swishing behind her, a comically large poof of blonde hair on the end of it.
"Well, hey there!" She had a hint of a southern draw behind her small voice.
"Hey yourself! I'm Dan," I said trying to work up some enthusiasm. I walked toward her. I'm a big guy, but not massive. Maybe 6'3" in my work boots, I had put on a bit of weight but it was over a solid frame of muscle, built over a lifetime of hard work. I made her look tiny, she was maybe four feet tall, but had to weigh every bit of 130 pounds of tits, hips, ass, and thighs.
"Wow! You're big mister! I like your beard!" She exclaimed.
I chuckled, scratching my face, I hadn't shaved all weekend had I? "Am I big or are you just small?"
She blushed, a smirk on her face, "well... why not a bit of both, master?"
"You don't have to call me that now... what's your name?" I ruffled her hair, and she leaned into it, a little weird so far. I reached to unlock the door for her.
"I'm Betsy, master!" She jumped a bit when she said it, every inch of her jiggling.
I picked up her bag, "fitting name for a little cow girl like yourself, how do you like it so far?"
"Thank you master! And thank you for carrying my bag, it's reeeeaaally heavy. You seem really nice, I'm just happy the be here! They sent me away from the first place, said the whole batch of us was, like, defective, or something... but we make milk just the same... I just get distracted some times..." she raised her arms, letting them fall, "but now I'm here with my suuuuuper sweet master!" she stood outside the door, clearly waiting for me to invite her in.
I set her bag down, throwing my keys in the bowl, "well cmon in, follow me to the kitchen..." I waved my arm. Her face lit up, she nearly skipped through the door. "What's all this about being defective now? And what do you want on your sandwich?" I pulled out a chair for her hopping she would take the hint and sit.
"Just cheese on mine please master. And Well... hmmm... what did they say?" She hopped up on the seat, kicking her feet again. "Umm... I don't remember..." she pouted her face, trying to will the memory forward. She reached up and played with one of her horns a bit. "Ooooh yeah... they said I was waaaaay too horny to be a family pet... but think my horns are just the right size!" She giggled.
I nearly choked on my class of water, "oh right... horny..." what had I brought my kids into? I started making her sandwich while she kicked her legs and looked around. With my back still to her, "did they say anything else?"
She pouted again, "uuuuummmm... well they said I played with my pussy to much, they didn't like that... it just feels sssssooooo good, and when they told me to stop I played with my bootyhole, but that doesn't feel as good, but it's still reaaaaally nice. Uhhhhhmmm.... they also said I shouldn't say that, but you're my master how can I not? I'm, like, your property for Pete's sake!"
I couldn't help but crack a smile, this was fucking ridiculous, I was gonna have to send this thing back.
"Hey! Doya think you could milk me? My tits as sooooo full, master... pleeeeaaaase?" She beamed up at me as I set the sandwich in front her.
I swallow hard, blushing, "yeah uh, just start eating and I'll find something to catch it all..."
She smiled and nodded, humming a little tune as she ate. Mouth full she started to speak, "mmmm, thish ish sho tashty mashter!" She swallowed it, "ya know! You're such a good master, and I think you're reaaaalllly cute. You're making my pussy so happy, it's gonna soak right through my jeans again! They said I can't play with it anymore, but I dunno I might have to!"
I set a bowl down in front her, "this big enough?" I was already getting fed up, I was gonna definitely have to send her back.
