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Melinda bit her lip, watching Rebecca shamefastly walk by after her latest feeding. Some long repressed part of the ordinarily sweet woman took a guilty, vicious joy in seeing the athletic woman surpass her in size, and she always told herself she'd feel guilty for it later. That had been the delusion she'd kept in her mind at least. Now it all occurred to her in earnest finally.

All her life she'd been straight as a laser beam. No qualms about people in the alternative but she just didn't swing that way. As Rebecca walked by however, Melinda finally realized. She was just. So. Cute! She was like an adorable little piggy, and compared to Melinda and Dixie, still so young.

Perhaps the way Melinda had been made to live her life recently had affected her. Perhaps she'd always been this way and didn't know it. Not giving enough time to talk herself out of it, she left her stall to follow...

"Hey there sweetie..." she began, reaching around Rebecca's new girth.

"Eep! Melinda!" The blonde froze in her tracks.

"How's our newest herd member doing today?"

Rebecca squirmed uncomfortably as Melinda's hands explored her curves, pulling her head away from the thirsty eyes that seemed to be drinking her in. She wasn't sure what brought about this salacious change in the oldest, lead cow, but she definitely wasn't feeling it. "I-I feel like a fattened sow..."

Melinda however, didn't seem to pick up on the young heifer's apprehension, doubling down on her approach. "And? What's wrong with that? I think you look good enough to eat..."

"Ugh! D-don't say that!" Dixie whined, finally going a bit loose against the older cow's body.

Melinda fluttered her eyes lasciviously. "Just a figure of speech honey~ Hmm. You know I never really properly showed you around the farm did I? Would you like a tour, starting in my stall?"

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