Chapter #4Cows! by: Unknown (Note to author: If you want to add a name for the main character, you can do so.)
You were an 19 year old boy who had just finished high school last year. Your mom died when you were young, leaving your dad to try and raise you by himself. Your dad was a business man who often found himself leaving on trips. The two of you had your ups and downs over the years, but you couldn't complain about him as he did his best for raising you alone.
Then, two years ago, you remember your dad coming in with an ear to ear grin on his face. When you questioned him about it, he told you that he had met someone. As hesitant as you were about him possibly getting remarried and having some woman trying to be your mom, you were still happy that he was happy. All you could do was hope for the best.
For the rest of the night, all your dad talked about was her. How her smile brightened up the room. How she had a great sense of humor. However, every time you tried to get him to talk about her appearance, he gave the same answer. "She's... unique." Is all he would say.
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Then you learned what he meant. Nine months had passed after that. Your dad wanted you to finally meet her. The two of them had a dinner reservation made for them, you, and her twin daughters. On the whole ride there, your father told you again and again to not be rude, no matter what you saw.
You two arrived at the restaurant ahead of time. Your dad got you a circular booth for the five of you to fit in. Soon, they were running late. Your father went to the front to try and find them. He returned with a shocking sight with him. A massive woman. She looked to be half woman, half cow. She stood taller than your dad by a head, and he was about your height. Her breasts seemed to be FF cups and her ass looked big enough to swallow a human head between it's cheeks. Her hips were as wide as you would expect from a mother of two. While she was pudgy, she was by no means obese.
Behind her stood two more cow girls. They looked fairly similar to each other. They must be the twins. While not as curvy as their mother, they were by no means thin.
Your father introduced you to his girlfriend Daisy, and her twin daughters Betsy and Bessy. Why parents of twins always gave them both similar names is something you will never understand. The daughters slid in, one on each side of you. Your dad and Daisy were on the other half of the booth. The twins seemed to try and squeeze as close to you as possible without causing you discomfort. Your parents just saw this as them already liking you.
After dinner, the waiter brought out a dessert dish for Daisy, despite her not ordering any dessert. When he lifted the lid to the dish, he revealed two things. A slice of triple chocolate cake, and a fuzzy purple box. Daisy opened the box, showing a ring with a massive diamond, and a slip of paper reading "Will you marry me?" She turned to your dad she saw him on one knee on the ground. "Of course I will." The whole restaurant broke into cheers.
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The wedding was nice. You somehow ended up being your dad's best man. During the reception was when things got wierd. Both of your new step sisters passed you between themselves on the dance floor. Daisy even gave you a quick dance before going back to your dad.
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Since then, your families were saving up for a nice house for you all to live in. You had all gotten in and checked out the place. It was a 2 story house, with 2 bedrooms for you to share. Since your parents got a room claimed and your sisters couldn't fit on the couch, that left you in an awkward position on where to sleep. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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