Kigurumi Farm Wife

Texas, home to briskets and Conservatives with populations that rival the likes of Alabama’s version. You of course live with Bethany, your wife in a nice house with a farm included. Touché.

On Thursday, you and your wife went to the betting club at a stadium nearby your home for the NASCAR Playoffs. You bet on 57, while she bets on 67.

You both made a deal together that if one of you two loses, they have to wear something embarrassing. You agreed to it. She did.

It all played in your favour! With 57 won the playoff race, your wife had to wear something embarrassing as the rule said.

At 2:15pm, you both went back home.

”Oh, geez! I guess I’ll have to accept the challenge tonight, huh?” She mutters as she walks upstairs, heading to her wardrobe to decide what to wear.

She found a kigurumi animegao collection in her closet. She gulps in risking it, but she accepts the losing side and puts it on.

Tonight, the TV is screening a WWE Showdown. You watch the show, seeing the ruthless back to back throws and takedowns.

A light turns on at your right side. You look there to reveal something playful yet with a submissive style of it.

Your wife, Bethany is there...wearing a long dark brown wig with bangs and strands past chest, cow-print ears and white horns. At a height 5’9FT, slim and curvy build with medium-large chest, using a full head mask with big blue eyes, a permanent small smile plastered on the mask, and soft features, covering her face entirely, including a nude-tone hadatai bodysuit underneath.

Clothing? A tiny cow-print bikini top and string bottoms, matching long gloves and thigh-high stockings, black heels, black collar with bell.

She was also holding a crate of bottled milk, walking towards you as her hips sway. She placed it on a table in front of you, sitting on your leg facing you. She pretends to act like a cow, nuzzling her head against your shoulder. Overall, she couldn’t speak and must rely on silent gestures.