Cowgirl Expansion

[Mr.Dot]

Hello,

I'm sort of a new artist that's been posting on the Melon Stand recently. I thought I should say hello on these forums because I already know some of you here.

Attached are some of the drawings I've done.

These are all on the Melon Stand: http://www13.oekakibbs.com/bbs/Sutibaru/oekakibbs.cgi

I advise you check them out there because there some (hopefully) neat stories attached to these, as well as a few others that don't contain Process.

[SoylentOrange]

Well c'mon, post the stories, then. :P

Nice stuff, though- gotta love Cowgirls!

[Mr.Dot]

My bad. Here are parts 1 and 2.

Part 1:

We've all seen cowgirls at work in dairy farms, providing for the cheeses, yogurt, and milk we consume every day. But what about the cowgirls with MBAs? What about the cowgirls who organize ad campaigns and tradeshows? We've seen the cowgirls who supply the dairies, but now we're going to see the cowgirls who *run* the dairies.

Ms.Vache is one such cow, an ambitious former dairy cow who clawed her way out of the barn and into upper management. From a poor family, she spent years doing menial milking jobs, a phase in her life she looks back fondly on, but not where she wanted to be forever. It took her several months of palm greasing and elbow rubbing to get where she was, but it takes more than a fancy suit to lose the old "milk girl" label. Sure she might get the odd snarky comment or lewd glance, but that does nothing to deter her career goals. Bouncing through the cubicle farms she collects reports and barks orders like any other vice president. Usually. Today however, she made the mistake of going off her diet, and her body was quick to protest.

Her normally modest breasts had ballooned out far enough that her suit could no longer contain them, causing them to squish together and sway awkwardly as she did her rounds. An attempt to shove them back into the suit failed miserably when two of her buttons popped clean off, nearly blinding an unsuspecting mail carrier.

She flushed red at the hushed whispers, knowing they would only get worse as the day dragged on and her body reverted to the old dairy cow days. Deciding to take a break early, she wobbled her way to the lunch room, on the way there catching a glimpse of her reflection in one of the windows:

"Great, of all the days to not wear a bra..."



Part 2:


"Stacey, cancel all appointments. Now."

The secretary could barely register Ms.Vache's curt words before the sound of a door slamming shut echoed through the office. A couple of heads popped out from the cubicle maze, a bit puzzled as to why Ms.Vache was so flustered. It was not uncommon for a former dairy cow to experience fluctuation in growth, perhaps their teasing was a bit too much?

Stacey reached for the box of donuts she had picked up for the crew and walked over to the door of Ms.Vache's office, cautiously knocking a few times.

"Hey, Ms.Vache? Sorry if we were rude to you, you know how the marketing department can be jerks sometimes. Got a fresh batch of donuts, why don't you come join us?"

No response. Inside, Ms.Vache had more pressing matters to attend to. She was on the verge of going full dairy mode. Her suit jacket had no hope of fitting now, and she could feel her blouse straining and creaking against her growing flesh. Soon it would either tear, or she would be forced to remove it as well. In her mind she cursed herself for disobeying her strict diet, she could feel milk welling up inside her and it was only a matter of time before she sprung a leak. What could she do now? She was trapped. Everyone would see her, the boss, reduced to a stupid milk dispenser. How would she gain their respect again? She trembled as these thoughts filled her head, when suddenly a voice broke through.

"Listen, Ms.Vache, I know what you're going through. You shouldn't be embarrassed, hell I think a large bust compliments you quite well!"

Stacey paused, making sure nobody was in earshot.

"I can get you out of here through the back, I have a large coat you can wear. If you want, I can drive you home too."

Stacey bit her lip, hoping she hadn't been too presumptuous. The door opened a crack, Ms.Vache's expression uncharacteristically pleading and her eyes moist with tears.

"Could.. Could you bring the donuts?"

[Matsu-sensei]

fufufufu...

[Wulfen]

Great story so far and would like to read more, but I wonder what she normally eats and how she changed that?

[spongebathe83]

cute story

[tsokei]

Thanks for posting- great bit of work and nice twist on a classic process theme.

[Mr.Dot]

Thanks for the comments everyone.

As for what she normally eats, I'm not really sure. I haven't expanded on the story too much, aside from the idea that some food triggered a remission back to her old farm girl physique.

Sorry I haven't had much interest in continuing this particular storyline, but I've been a bit busy with a new one on the Melon Stand. I'm not sure how far it will go, but because it has Process themes I'll post it here when it's done.