Merissaful farm (A Growth And Expansion Story)

Part 4

Merissa had grown ten inches above her default height of five feet tall. She had also gone from an almost flat chest, to a B-cup. Although this was still lacking for a cow girl, it was a valuable improvement, especially in the eyes of Miller. Due to her sudden increase in size however, her clothes began to feel a little less optimal. Her small black stretchy shorts had only gotten smaller and less stretchy as her wide firm hips filled them up to near capacity. Her now respectable sized rear pushed the shorts to their limit, a few more inches of growth and they could tear. Her upper thighs were very exposed due to these small shorts. They simply were not fit for her size anymore, as her swelled hips and plump thighs had shown them who's boss. Her tank-top on the other hand didn't fair much better either. The spaghetti straps began to really seem like tiny strings up on her shoulders as her new chest expanded and stretched the tank-top outwards. Because she had no bra, her supple nipples could be seen making sizeable dents in the fabric. Due to her chest taking up so much real estate in her shirt, the tank top no longer could cover her belly anymore, exposing her pale soft stomach and belly button. So, it was time to go to the city and get some new clothes.
Although Miller had suggested getting new clothes, he did not like it. The way he saw it, he kept giving up more and more money for this cow, and yet she hadn't produced a single drop of milk for him yet. The farmer had no idea if it would be any good either. The market for milk is cut throat, especially with all the new variants popping up. The two sat in the car, Merissa had her thin cow tail laying on her lap, the tip moving around as if it had a mind of its own. Miller looked slightly down at his cow, as she was nearly his height now. He couldn't help himself but stare at her soft pale thighs. The way they were hugged by her tight black shorts, how they seemed to take up so much of the seat she sat upon, how they seemed like they would be so soft and warm to lay a hand upon. He shook his head. He couldn't like an anthropomorphic girl could he? She was eighteen and he was twenty-one so age was not really a problem, but would society accept his decisions? Didn't matter he thought, his eyes were still on Elizabeth.

"Thank you for taking me out to get clothes master". Merissa said, her tail lightly tapping against her thighs.

"Well we can't just have you out grow your clothes can we? Besides Elizabeth doesn't exactly want to see you walking around naked everywhere because none of your clothes fit". Miller replied.

"Yeah that would be so embarassing. Especially with Bou walking around and all. Plus my clothes are very tight and I don't think they can take my growth much more".

"Heh uh, well. Right. Well we're close, you'll be able to pick out your clothes. I don't know much about fashion, or at least thats what Elizabeth keeps telling me". He looked down at his drab attire. Always seeming to wear the same dull colors and coat. Elizabeth had always been asking to take him to the city and change up his wardrobe. His current apparel showed he had never taken her up on that offer.
After a few more minutes the farmer and his cow walked into the store. Merissa found it odd that she was now eye level with the base of her master's neck. Just yesterday she was eye level with lower chest. All eyes were on the cow girl. It was not everyday one would see a girl with a cow tail and ears and horns. These anthropomorphic beings were rather rare, and a sight to see. Especially one who's hips were snuggly hugged by her tight black shorts and her chest pressing much against her too small of a top. As they walked towards the woman's section, Merissa could sense the eyes on her and the stares. Though this wasn't the only feeling that seemed new to her. She felt a slight rush of tightness in her chest, as if they were getting more full with something. The cow girl had never been fed so well in her life before, so this whole "maturing" and growing experience was new for her. Infact she had hardly produced any milk before. Though now that she was bigger and better fed, she would begin to feel her breasts fill with milk. Merissa looked down at her chest, watching her breasts slowly push harder against her shirt, her nipples swelling and growing more sensitive, pushing out and making large protrusions from under her shirt. This of course only made her shirt even more tighter and uncomfortable. The back of her white top snuggly tightened around the cow girls back as her chest slowly swelled and began to demand more space under the shirt. Space her top could not afford to give. This feeling of milk rushing to her chest was so new and yet so exciting. Merissa bit her lip and blushed as she felt the rush of the creamy milk build up in her chest. The cow girl gave a small whimper and a stiffled moan, which was heard by her master.
Miller turned around and looked slightly down at Merissa. He noticed her staggered walk, her eyes focusing on her chest, her hands reaching up to grip her swollen and sensitive nipples. Miller quickly stopped and grabbed her hands, stoping her from massaging her breasts in public. Miller knew immediately what was happening to his "little" cow. He loved that she was beginning to produce, but perhaps right now was not the best of times to celebrate and bring out a milk pale.