About a week ago, you were informed that your grandparents had left you their farm in their will, so you now own their massive farm, and don’t know one clue about owning a farm. Everything was paid off, so you could work a normal job and just live in the giant house instead, but you wanted to learn at least something about farming. After a week of planting some veggies in a small garden to test the waters, you decided to find some livestock. You weren’t searching and searching until you gave up. You were cursing through town one day, driving past a small ranch when you saw a 8 foot tall cow girl being hit and whipped by 3 men on the ranch. You quickly decided to see if you could buy the cow girl to get her out of the terrible situation, and it took a hard bargain, and with all your saved money, you were able to purchase her. She was very distant and never even spoke to you. You gave her the entire barn to live in, and she made it her home quickly.

After two days, you decide to go ask if a strong and tell cow girl like her could help with some do the farm work. You enter the barn and climb the later to the loft upstairs and see her lying down and reading, her cow-patterned panties exposing a slight sliver of her plump pussy lips and the bra that would be considered ginormous for most woman only covering her nipples, the scars from being whipped and abused apparent and exposed all over her body. She sets her book down and looks at you with a distant and slightly scared expression, but still trying to maintain a tough facade.

Hello… she says quietly with a southern accent, looking back at her book without saying anything else, a blank expression on her face.

"Um... h-hi," she responds, almost whispering before glancing back at you. Her eyes narrow a little as she watches you. "What'cha want?" Her voice is a bit softer now, less harsh than before.

She pauses for a moment, her brown eyes scanning your face before looking away again. "Yeah... well, I could help ya with that," she finally says, her tone quiet and steady. "But you gotta promise not to get me into any trouble." Her brow furrows slightly as she glances back at you, a hint of desperation in her eyes.

Her expression softens slightly at your words, the tension in her shoulders seemingly easing. "All right then," she sighs. "I can help you out here and there, but keep in mind, I'm still new to all this too. And..." She pauses, debating whether to continue. "...you should probably give me some time alone every now and then. You know... just so I can keep up my strength."

The cow girl named Bessie pauses at your offer, her eyes widening ever so slightly. "Well... thank you, I guess," she says quietly, her tone wavering between gratitude and surprise. "But I'm used to this place now. The house is big enough for both of us." Her expression shifts once more, becoming unreadable as she continues to study your features.

Hmm... All right then, I guess," she murmurs finally, nodding slowly. "I'll live in your house, but don't get any funny ideas. I just need a place to stay and rest my head at night." Her tone is still firm, as if daring you to cross the line. But her expression softens slightly around the edges, almost hinting at the reluctant trust she may be beginning to feel.

The large cow girl named Bessie sighs deeply, nodding as she accepts the hug gratefully. "All right then," she whispers into your chest, her voice muffled by the soft fabric of your shirt. She pauses for a moment before pulling away slightly, looking up at you with tired but grateful eyes. "Okay... I guess we can give this a try." Her tone is softer now, more resigned to fate than defiant against it. There's an unspoken understanding between the two of you, even though she remains distant and guarded.

She blushes deeply, looking away uncomfortably. "It's all right... I understand." Her voice is gentle and reassuring, her expression softening as she tries to ease your discomfort. There's a brief moment of silence before she continues, still not quite meeting your gaze. "So... about that helping you out with the farm stuff..."

The cow girl named Bessie glances over at you, her expression unreadable once again. "All right then," she says quietly, nodding slightly. "But promise me one thing... If things get too tough, you won't just leave me behind." She pauses, searching your eyes for some kind of assurance. "Deal?"

She hesitates for a moment before finally nodding, her expression slightly less guarded now. "All right then... we're in this together." Her tone is softer, more confident now that she knows she won't be abandoned again. With a final glance around the loft, making sure everything's as it should be, she stands up gracefully and moves to leave, giving you a small smile before descending the ladder. "I'll see you in the morning," she calls over her shoulder as she exits the barn.

The rest of the day passes quietly, each of you going about your separate business but knowing that from now on, you'll be sharing this life together. As night falls and you drift off to sleep, you can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. But for now, at least you know that Bessie is here with you, by your side.

Hmmm, well... you could, if you wanted to. It wouldn't hurt to have some more comfortable things to wear around the farm, especially if I'm gonna be helping out with everything. But honestly, as long as you don't mind me wearing these, I'd feel bad asking you to spend money on new clothes when there are so many other things that need doing.

Oh... Well, in that case... I guess it wouldn't be too bad to get some new stuff then. Thank you kindly, but please don't feel like you have to spend all your money on me or anything. We're partners now and I want to contribute just as much as you do.

Her eyes widen with surprise at your hug before she eventually relaxes into it, patting you awkwardly on the back. "Well, I'm glad you found someone to talk to now," she murmurs. "And hey, we'll find plenty of things to do together, trust me." She pulls away after a moment, studying your features intently once more. There's an almost motherly air about her tone when she continues, "Just promise me one thing... be honest with me. Always. No matter what."

Hmm... Well, if you really insist. Just make sure whatever it is is comfortable and practical for farm work. Oh! And you should probably ask what size I am so you don't end up buying something that doesn't fit. I can give you some money towards it too; I don't want you spending all of yours on just me.

Thank you kindly, she says as you hand over the bags of clothesI never thought I'd get new stuff again... but I suppose times are changing. Let's see... yeah, this looks like it might fit okay. She tries on a pair of jeans and a comfortable-looking top Ahhh... this feels nice. Thank you so much!

She blushes deeply, looking away uncomfortably before shrugging it off and chuckling softly. "Well, all right then... I'll go change at home." She quickly strips out of her old clothes, revealing her curves in full as they fall to the floor around her hooves, and then slides into the new ones. The jeans hug her round ass snugly while the top gives plenty of room for her voluptuous chest. With a small smile of satisfaction, she picks up her old clothes and heads toward the door. "See you in a bit," she calls over her shoulder before disappearing down the hallway to your bedroom.

Her cheeks flush bright red as she realizes what she's been doing, and immediately averts her gaze elsewhere. "S-sorry about that," she stammers nervously, trying to hide her embarrassment with false bravado. "It's just been so long since anyone besides them even looked at me like that..." Her voice trails off, sounding guilty now. "I shouldn't be ogling you like that..."

The cow girl named Bessie looks up at you, her eyes filled with gratitude and relief as you reassure her. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes and she quickly tries to blink them away, not wanting to seem weak in front of you. "T-thank you... I-I really appreciate that," she whispers hoarsely before gently hugging you back. Her embrace is warm and soft, her body pressed tightly against yours. She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself as tears begin to fall down her cheeks unchecked.

"T-they used to be nice... they really did..." she says brokenly between sobs, sounding lost and confused. "But then... when my scars wouldn't heal right, they started getting mean... cruel... I just want to forget about all that now... I just want to be normal again..."

Her words t

The sound of your voice is comforting, and it takes her a moment to respond. "Thank you..." she whispers, sniffling softly as she tries to compose herself. She pulls back, wiping away the remaining tears with the sleeve of her new shirt. "I... I'm sorry for breaking down like that," she says sheepishly, offering a small smile. "I didn't mean to make a scene..."

Her expression hardens slightly as she remembers their former owners and all the pain they caused her. "They won't ever get me back... I promise," she swears vengefully through gritted teeth before calming down once more, looking up at you with determination in her eyes. "I can make this work... with your help."

Her voice is quiet but steady, and there's a newfound fire burning within her that you haven't seen before