Individual parts:
 
HMGA 1 - Prologue: http://pastebin.com/Qh66ECM2
 
HMGA 1 - Chapter 1: http://pastebin.com/WaQ1NkFs
 
HMGA 1 - Chapter 2: http://pastebin.com/0seMtnPt
 
HMGA 1 - Chapter 3: http://pastebin.com/MdUkW1Dy
 
HMGA 1 - Chapter 4: http://pastebin.com/iwgEWVki
 
HMGA 1 - Chapter 5: http://pastebin.com/JLPx41K7
 
HMGA 1 - Chapter 6: http://pastebin.com/guHXnBWG
 
HMGA 1 - Chapter 7: http://pastebin.com/M1Bjdit0
 
HMGA 1 - Chapter 8: http://pastebin.com/tRMQjRUJ
 
HMGA 1 - Chapter 9: http://pastebin.com/cP4t68Gd
 
HMGA 1 - Chapter 10: http://pastebin.com/hikpavnW
 
HMGA 1 - Epilogue: http://pastebin.com/TtjFpLf8
 
HMGA 1 - Shenanigans: http://pastebin.com/Ya1083iE
 
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Prologue:

It is the year 2065. It was about fifty years ago when the monster girls came to your world. Much like how you were taught the British first settled North America, some people from both sides wanted to coexist peacefully while others wanted to take everything they wanted for themselves by force. After a few years though things started to settle down and get a little less abduct/rape/enslave/marry (not always in that order according to some stories). Most of the monster girls that originally came to the North American continent strongly resembled the wildlife: black and gray wolf girls or red fox girls, brown or black bear girls, a new subspecies of harpy starkly resembling the incredibly American Bald Eagle, stuff of that nature along with the typical lamia, arachne, centaur, red oni, dragon, etcetera etcetera. You were born long after things had calmed down, although there are still occasional bouts of violence that you and a large portion of the population chalk up to racial tension, and there is also the occasional abduct/rape/enslave/marry (again not always in that order) from the more feral and less domesticated monster girls.
 
Your parents are human. Both your mother and father are business consultants for a large company and often went on business trips and along with the fact that during your childhood you lived in the countryside, you were often the only one in the house for weeks at a time, but you didn't really mind. You got the entire house to yourself, and your parents provided you with everything you needed like a roof over your head, food in the fridge, and enough money to buy any other essentials, so you couldn't complain that much other than having to earn your own money for stuff you wanted like new toys or video games. Enough about your family, time to talk about you.
 
You're now twenty two years old and live in your own apartment in the middle of town. It's not much, but it's home. The entry way gives to the well-equipped but sparse open kitchen on the left, a closet to the right where the washer and dry is along with where you store all of the cleaning supplies, and the living area in front. The living area is also fairly simple; just a small beige couch facing an average-sized television with a small coffee table covered in old magazines, DVD cases, and various remotes and controllers centered between the two. Under the television is where you have your Blu-Ray player, sound system, and your gaming consoles. Close to the television sits your computer desk, where you spend most of your free time. Your bedroom is off to the left of the living area, across from the plain bathroom, but there's not much in it other than an ordinary bed, dresser, shelving for some of your models that you like to build and collect, and a few video game, movie, and music posters on the wall. You work at a local diner not too far from your apartment, and while the work there is sometimes boring, you're at least kept busy working the grill and kitchen since the monster girls came. Most of the big orders come from slime girls or dragons, and most of the extremely rare steak orders or meat buffets come from the wolf girls.
 
One perk that you weren't expecting to get though is the view. A very buxom and voluptuous holstaurus works the front counter. Her incredibly large, soft ass, full, wide hips, and liberal thighs almost constantly strain against the flowing knee-length skirt that's a part of the female uniform whenever she has to bend over to grab something from one of the lower shelves, or even if she's just standing still. You would also very much like to be one of the lucky buttons that haven't been broken off of her uniform's blouse, her plump and jiggly 36HH breasts constricted against her impossible-to-fully-close-half-open top, always giving you a generous view of the canyon that is her cleavage whenever she leans over to give you a customer's order slip. The rest of her isn't bad either. By your estimates she'd be about seven feet tall. Her face is dominated by her deep emerald green eyes, pouty nose, and soft plump lips. Her long, flowing locks of brown hair are parted on the side by bovine ears that stick out sideways, and her horns can't be more than a few inches long. Her tail starts at the base of her spine and ends just a few inches above the floor in a cute little poof the same color as the rest of her hair/fur, much like a cow's would. If she were human, her legs would look the same way as yours and end in normal human feet, but since she's a holstaurus she walks with a digitigrade gate, her legs have slightly coarse and thick fur starting about halfway down her thighs and continuing down to her feet, which end in hooves.
 
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Chapter 1:
 
There's a tap on your shoulder.
 
“Hey Anon.”
 
Once again during a lull in work you're thinking about your holstaurus coworker and what you'd want to do with her, and what she should do to you. Another tap on the shoulder, this time a bit harder.
 
“Anon.”
 
You're even thinking of something as lewd as holding hands and cuddling.
 
“Anon!”
 
This time the tapping is more of a jab in your shoulder blade. Finally you remember you're at work in the diner, and your coworker is trying to talk to you. Right. Idiot. You turn around from the cooking area to face Kara. Well technically her real name is Karalin and that's what it also says on her name-tag pinned to her blouse over what is the melon of her left tit, but she likes to be called Kara so that's what everyone except the customers call her. And of course when you DO turn around you're presented with both orbs, with the deep space between them right in the center of your vision.
 
“Anon?” Kara asks again, almost with a concerned look on her face mixed in with a bit of annoyance because you were spacing out, not working, and because she probably caught you staring. She's holding out a slip of paper with her delicate handwriting on it; a customer's order.
 
“Sorry about that, I was thinking of stuff.” You finally manage to blurt out after taking another precious second to get a nice look at the opening in her shirt.
 
“What kind of stuff?”
 
“Doesn't really matter, nothing important. Anyways, sorry for spacing out like that, I'll get to this right away.” You apologize as you take the slip, quickly read it (another rare steak, standard cheeseburger and fries, a glass of water, and a glass of soda. You've been getting a lot of these types of orders from guys and their wolf girl “dates”.), and start working again, much to your dismay since you won't be able to stare at Kara as much as you wanted. Still, you do manage to sneak a few glances at her choice posterior as she bends over to clean up tables or put cleaned cutlery and glasses back under the front counter, and even once you're lucky enough to catch a bit of her boobs as they were squashed against the table when she cleaned it. The rest of the day ends mostly in tune to this: you start daydreaming, Kara gets annoyed that you're constantly spacing out and not working and also because you were ogling her the entire time, and you apologize and start working again. After work you start walking back home, getting one last look at Kara before leaving, nearly smashing into the door frame as you go.
 
The rest of the work week goes by as usual and you finally manage to auto-pilot to Friday, and you start to look forward to the weekend and the copious amount of free time you'll burn doing absolutely nothing productive like last time, and the time before that, and the time before that, and yet you keep finding yourself continually thinking about Kara ever since she started working in the same diner you work at about a month after you started six months ago. Before walking to work, you decide to hatch a cunning plan: tamper with a customer's order slip before handing it back to Kara and giving her your number that way, asking if she would want to have dinner with you and hang out later as well. Although that's really as far as you got since you were running a bit late. You also hope she doesn't hate you. Of course as soon as she shows up an hour or so after you arrive you completely lose your spaghetti and nearly forget about earlier that morning, let alone greet her. Near the end of your shift, you almost forget to “give” Kara your number. When Kara does get the slip, she appears to think nothing of it, until you notice her holding it after delivering the order. She almost has a confused expression on her face before it changes to one of curiosity, then surprise. She looks over at you, and you rapidly look away back down at the meal you're supposed to be preparing, blushing hard and feeling totally embarrassed. Secretly and carefully, you look back and spot her folding the paper and slipping it into the right breast pocket of her attire, and you swear in doing that her udders jiggled a little. You're lucky there's a bar higher than your waist between the kitchen area and the front counter area, otherwise EVERYONE would see the tent your friend downstairs is putting up.
 
Leaving work, you say goodbye to everyone saving Kara for last. As soon as you step out the door to head home, the realization of what you just did finally hits you. Your heart starts pounding and you swear to god that you're going to have a heart attack. The walk home is a blur as you constantly go over in your head how her face contorted between so many different emotions, Kara looking over at you, and how she almost deliberately deposited the ticket in such a way that it made her chest undulate like she knew you were looking at her (and to be fair you were). Almost drunkenly you open the door to your apartment at around seven p.m., staggering in while just simply dropping your belongings on the floor as you make your way to the couch in the middle of the room, too hopped up on adrenaline to really care or do anything about it. Habitually you reach for the television remote and switch it on to something, you're not really sure what it was. About an hour and a half after you get home your phone rings, and the caller ID doesn't say who it's from. With a shaking hand, you reach for the device.
 
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Chapter 2:
 
“H-Hello?” You answer the ringing device cautiously.
 
“Anon? It's Kara.” Shit, she called you, and just when you thought you were finally calming down too. “I got your little note from work earlier.”
 
“Heh, yeah, I wasn't sure you'd notice it.”
 
“Oh please, the abomination that you call your handwriting gave it away.” Damn, that hurt. You'll have to make HER feel bad now.
 
“Well yours isn't any better, I can barely read it.” You shoot back sarcastically, which isn't true at all. Her “scrawl” is actually something out of one of those ancient history books with the swooping words and over-accented characters. So yeah, it's actually astonishingly easy to read; you'd have to be legally blind to not have the ability to do so.
 
“That's low, REAL low.” She complains, and yet you doubtlessly read through Kara's fake distress. “But whatever, you wanted to talk to me?”
 
“Yeah. I was thinking that since I hardly ever see you at work or outside work with any friends, I thought you could use some companionship. I was thinking we could just talk about stuff while we're eating and then maybe go somewhere else, although I have no idea where we'd go or what we'd do. You know, something just casual.” Somehow you manage to get those words out without tripping over your own tongue or completely forgetting how to speak English.
 
“Aww, thanks! That's so sweet of you! Although you could have just asked me instead of screwing with the paper.” There she goes again, she's teasing you. Oh well, at least she doesn't hate you or at least isn't showing it. “I'm not entirely sure where I would choose to go, either.”
 
“I could always cook dinner myself at my apartment and then we could go from there I guess.” You offer.
 
“I don't know, everyone at work thinks you're a terrible chef and always complains how amazing your food is.” Again, Kara goes on provoking you with sarcasm, and yet you don't mind at all. In fact, you almost enjoy it at times. “Sounds great, though. How does tomorrow evening sound?”
 
“Sounds perfect actually. I'll see you tomorrow evening then Kara.”
 
“You too Anon!” She says goodbye cheerfully.
 
Click. You put your phone down and stare at it in disbelief. Holy shit, she actually agreed to hang out with you. Now you need to plan what the hell you're gonna make, and of course you forgot what Kara prefers. You're fairly sure holstauruses don't like steak or burgers, so maybe some sort of pasta dish could work. Putting Kara's number into your contacts so you don't forget to later in case you want to ask her questions or just talk, you start cleaning your apartment for tomorrow. After all, you don't want your new friend to think you're some sort of slob that wallows in his own garbage. Starting with the kitchen, you work on cleaning the counter-top, oven and stove-top, and tile. Moving to the living area, you mostly shove all the magazines under the couch or in a random drawer in the coffee table. For once, you actually focus on getting the right DVD disk into the right case and putting the cases where they belong, instead of dropping them wherever. You don't bother with the controllers or remotes since you'll, in all likelihood, use them later when Kara is over tomorrow. As for your room and the bathroom, you mostly just put stuff wherever so it doesn't LOOK like a mess. Wiping a hand over your brow and vowing to clean this shit more often, you look at the clock, which says it's now nine thirty in the evening. Man it's late, and you just now recall that you haven't consumed anything since your lunch break at work. Not wanting to run into Kara if you go outside to get something, you opt to order some based Chinese delivery instead. After eating dinner half an hour later you stroll to your room to get some rest after the hectic day you just had. Laying on your bed, you think about a lot of things really; Kara's enthusiasm to your proposal of cooking dinner for her, what you're actually going to cook, and a whole bunch of other things. What you think about most though is her voice and how joyful her face must have looked when you suggested the two of you hang out at your place, and that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You set your alarm for around noon on Saturday and finally mange to fall asleep a few hours later, sporting yet another semi after thinking of Kara.
 
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Chapter 3:
 
You're rudely awoken from a pleasant dream by your shrill alarm clock blasting its god-awful noise right next to your ear, or it always seems that way. You can't recall much of what you dreamt of last night, although you think you remember part of one included you asking Kara to hang out with you or something like that. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you groan as you shut off the alarm while you stretch and sit up in bed. Looking around your room, you take in everything: the dresser that's stuffed with your clothes which is to the left of the closet stuffed with more garments, a poster of a band that played at the first concert you ever went to, some movie posters, the shelving with all of your models arranged in the quality of the build and paint job and if one looks carefully, they could even determine that this specific order is actually when you build the model, showing off how you developed your skill over time, and various other small objects are scattered around your room. Everything is where it's been since you put it there, but one thing does catch your eye; your phone. Normally you'd just go “Oh, it's my phone.”, but the screen is displaying a missed call and two unread text messages, all from Karalin. All of the past days events come flooding back to you. That wasn't a dream at all. You DID invite her over to your apartment, she even accepted. More awake than you have ever been this close to exiting slumber, you grasp your phone and read the messages.
 
Message 1: Hey Anon I almost forgot something. I'm not entirely sure where you live, so if you can tell me that would be great. Wouldn't want to miss our little “date”! :) *Received at 02:31 a.m.*
 
Message 2: It's me again, forgot something else. Would it be okay if I brought some drinks or a dessert over? And I know what you're thinking. I'll eat dark meat. *Received at 02:40 a.m.*
 
Voice-mail: *Message received at Six. Forty one. a.m.* *beep* “Hey Anon, it's Kara. Sorry for calling so late, or would it be early? Anyways, just checking to see if you got my earlier messages! Thanks!” *beep*
 
Typical Kara. Always being polite and formal whenever she sends messages or talks with someone. Looking at the clock which is showing 12:33 p.m., you remember you should probably start working on getting things ready for this evening. You text Kara back apologizing for responding so late, but also you give her your address and you also say that you'd love to see what she would come up with for dessert. Laying your phone back on the nightstand, you leave your room to start your morning routine: take a shower, get dressed (and picking jeans since you think they hide erections the best), and then eat breakfast. You select some toaster pastries since the cereal you have is crap and you don't have anything to make an omelet (du fromage) or pancakes. You idly munch on the dry, flavorless strudels and ponder what to do for dinner. Kara said she'd eat beef, but you think something other than dark meat would be better for a dinner “date”, as Kara put it. Cleaning up after you eat you leave your apartment to go purchase some foodstuffs for later, concerned that you might bump into Kara if she has the same idea to get supplies to make something.
 
Fortunately you don't and make it back home with enough material to make a nice chicken fettuccini alfredo dish, along with some other groceries as well. You plan on preparing dinner about half an hour before she arrives, and in the meantime you consume some free time by playing video games. A few hours later at around six post meridiem you another text from Kara saying that she's going to be over in about an hour. Time to enter DEFCON 4. You manage to get another match in before you need to start cooking. First you start with the sauce. You throw together the ricotta and parmesan cheese, cream, salt, butter, and garlic in a pan and start stirring like your life depended on it. Although in this case your current and future relationship with the good-looking holstaurus is on the line. The fettuccini noodles are easy enough: throw them into a pot of lightly salted boiling water for ten minutes and then drain. You then move on to the chicken part of the fettuccini chicken alfredo. You chop up the dead poultry muscle into little cubes and saute them in some butter for about fifteen minutes on medium-low heat, and then mix everything together and serve the finished entrée on your best tableware. You're trying to impress a female after all. As if the gods themselves were giving you their eternal gratitude, right as you finish setting the table there's a knock on your door.
 
Your heart skipping a beat as the unknown hand raps lightly on the wood door, you make a quick glance in the mirror you have hanging on your side of the door, just in case your hair or something is out of place. Taking a slow, deep breath you open the door. If you hadn't known Kara was arriving, you would have no idea who the woman at your door was. But there's no mistaking the wavy brown hair or piercing green eyes, not to mention her generous breasts, flared hips, juicy thighs, and spacious behind. She has a cute little sun pin in her hair, something you've never seen her do, although it doesn't look bad on her. Her top is a loosely form-fitting white t-shirt with a pleasant little floral pattern on one sleeve. She opted to wear plain jeans like yourself, however hers are much more tight around her waist, hips, thighs, and every other body part that pants go over. Kara's not wearing any socks or shoes. There is footwear specially made for monstergirls but it's ludicrously expensive, and why bother when your feet are hooves anyways.
 
“Oh my god! Hi Anon!” Kara practically yells as she lunges forward to give you a big hug, her hefty bosom squished against your own face and chest. Muy bueno. Those creamy tits are FINALLY pressed up against your body, although you have no idea when you learned Spanish
 
“Hi Kara.” Your voice is a bit muffled from having a face full of breast, and you breathe in the pleasant floral scent of her shampoo and body-wash.
 
“Sorry! Sometimes I get a bit carried away when someone is friendly.” She pulls away while blushing slightly, her cheeks tinted with just the slightest hint of red.
 
“No problem. It didn't hurt at all.” You claim, hoping to calm the mildly anxious female.
 
“What's that smell? It doesn't seem like steak or burgers.” Kara declares as she sniffs the air.
 
“Dinner. When you stand over a grill all day long barbecuing meat it gets a little old, so I thought I'd try something different.”
 
Inviting her in, you close the door behind Kara eyeballing her all the while. She finds an open spot on the counter and places the paper bag she brought with her to make it easier to fish out the glittering chocolate cake she baked for dessert. Damn that looks delicious. Being the gentleman that you are, you pull out Kara's chair for her and push her back in before sitting down yourself.
 
“What exactly is this?” Kara asks with a bewildered look on her face as she contemplates the pasta before her.
 
“It's an old Italian dish called chicken alfredo with fettuccini.” You explain.
 
“Fettu-what?” She proclaims.
 
“Just try it.”
 
Having had the food before, you know exactly what it tastes like and start to eat. Damn, a little too salty this time though. Kara however is apprehensive, nervously spooling a bit of the noodles around her fork before slowly transferring it from the plate to her waiting mouth. Chewing uneasily, her face goes from doubt to astonishment.
 
“Oh my god this is AMAZING!” She professes with a half-full mouth of food. “Why don't you make this at work?”
 
“Well for one, it's not on the menu. And two, like I said before this is an Italian recipe, while the diner is more centered around American cuisine.” You remark.
 
“Well it should be on the menu.”
 
Both of you continue eating while making small talk, Kara devouring her new favorite food and regularly talking with a mouth packed with pasta and chicken. Suggesting you eat the cake later, you offer to clean up for her while she makes her way to the couch in the living area. Putting in the DVD for the fifth season of Firefly (it's a shame they canceled it after the seventh season was over), you sit on the couch on one end, and to your delight Kara scoots over and leans up against your shoulder. You put your arm around her and pull Kara just a little bit closer to you, eliciting a soft sigh from the girl.
 
“Thanks for inviting me over Anon.” Kara whispers to to you with a VERY faint hint of melancholy to her voice.
 
“It was my pleasure. It's not often I get to spend time with a charming holstaurus.” You whisper back. Kara rises up slightly and punches your shoulder. “Tease.” The rest of the night is spent watching your favorite television show, Kara asking questions on who is that or why they're going there with you patiently stating essentially everything. As the night goes on you take a short break to inhale the delectably moist chocolate cake Kara apparently baked. You make a mental note to ask her for the recipe later. Going back to watching television you notice Kara succumbing more and more to sleep before eventually you're sitting upright and she's laying lengthwise on the couch with her head in your lap, resting peacefully. Getting up, exceedingly mindful of the slumbering monstergirl, you go to your closet and get a spare pillow and blanket for the cowgirl sleeping on your couch. You slowly position the blanket over her body and the fluffy pillow under her head, smiling when she subconsciously nestles in the couch more deeply. Quietly you give Kara a kiss on the forehead and murmur goodnight before shutting off the lights and heading to your own bed.
 
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Chapter 4:
 
Normally on a Sunday you wouldn't wake up before noon, but considering there is a female hibernating in your living room, you opt to wake up a lot earlier so you can again impress her with your culinary finesse. You tip-toe on bare feet from your room to the kitchen, passing Kara while she's dozing on the couch. Her hair is an absolute mess, and you have no doubt in your mind that she's going to be deeply upset because of this. So before you start making breakfast for the both of you, you go back into the bathroom and put out a fresh towel and washcloth and make sure there's plenty of soap and shampoo as well. About a minute after you start cooking, the cowgirl stirs from whatever dream that was currently running in her head.
 
“Well good morning sleepyhead.” You announce to the half-alert monstergirl. You notice that when Kara was sleeping she must have shifted positions a few times because her shirt is bunched up, exposing almost all of her pudgy midriff and her udders are threatening to spill out from the top of her white shirt.
 
“A-a-are-are you making food for me again?” Kara yawns, stretching out her arms and leaning over the back of the sofa, risking the discharge those glistening spheres from their cotton prison even further as she props them up on top of her crossed limbs.
 
“Yes actually, although you might want to get cleaned up first.”
 
“Whaddaya mean Anon?” She says again half-comatose.
 
“Go look in a mirror. There's one in the bathroom, and if you want I put out some fresh towels and other things if you need to bathe.”
 
Yawning once more, the sluggish holstaurus pushes up from her “bed”, causing her breasts to move ever so slightly and her shirt to fall just a little lower covering up a small portion of her stomach. Kara drags her hooves across the floor as she meanders to the bathroom and you hear the door click behind her, followed by a brief scream as the cowgirl finally notices her disheveled appearance. Chuckling slightly, you turn back from gawking at Kara's flexing backside as she made her way to the lavatory to the bacon and eggs in the frying pan you were watching over. A few seconds later you hear water start to run as the monstergirl douses herself in the shower. Your mouth begins watering, both from the appetizing smell of breakfast right under your nose, but also the image of the healthy cowgirl lathering her vast bosom, gasping slightly as she drops the bottle of soap and bending over leisurely to grab at it. You yearn to join her and “help” cleanse the woman, but the odor of slightly burning pork snaps you from your reverie. Shaking you head and sighing, you finish preparing the plain breakfast. You overhear water shutting off and the sounds of muffled clopping as the cleaned holstaurus steps out of your shower and onto the tile floor. Soon after Kara strolls back into the kitchen, looking exactly the same as when she arrived last night, if not her hair and fur just a touch darker from being still damp.
 
“Thanks again for inviting me over Anon.” Kara adds, expressing her gratitude to you once more as she sits down at the table across from you and starts eating. “I don't get out as often as I should, and having you cook for me and spending time with you was really enjoyable.”
 
“Don't mention it. It's the least I could do. After all, friends do things together, right?” You say reassuringly. Almost instantly, Kara's cheeks go from their usual fair color to a bright crimson as she averts her gaze and instead stares at her plate, smiling slightly. You finally have some ammo to use against her. Kara makes fun of you by insulting your ability to write neatly and cook a decent meal, and you now know how to push HER buttons, so to speak.
 
“Are you going to continue being bashful, or are you going to eat your food like a good little girl?” You suggest with a grin, knowing exactly what's going to happen next. You wouldn't think it, but Kara's entire face is now a deep shade of rose, and she sinks even lower into her seat.
 
“W-well I guess I....” Kara mutters into her tits as she descends in her chair a tad more.
 
“What was that? I couldn't hear your lovely voice since you were mumbling into your chest.” You shoot back at her again. Kara's face is basically beet red at this point and try as she might, she can't hide in the chair anymore.
 
“N-nothing, Anon. T-thanks for hanging out with me.” She finally manages to respond, her cheeks still a little red as she sits back up in her spot and resumes eating the breakfast you prepared, although at this point she's now just picking at it with her fork. A few minutes go by in polite silence before you finish consuming your portion and suggest that she should head back home since she probably has things to do. Seeing her out the door, you both share another chest-compressing hug for a few seconds, and in that marvelous embrace you have another idea. As soon as you both pull apart, you give Kara a delicate kiss on the cheek, causing her eyes to go wide and her body to utterly freeze up and turn beet red again before you say you'll see her tomorrow at work, and you close the door. Putting your ear up to the wood, you listen for a bit before you finally hear hurried hoof-steps slowly fade away a few seconds later.
 
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Chapter 5:
 
Smiling at the fact that your exchange with Kara over the past twenty four hours or so has upgraded your relationship from merely eyeballing her luscious form to an actual friendship, you move away from the door to finish cleaning up from the past day's events. Finishing washing the rest of the dishes and putting the leftover cake in the fridge for later, you elect to unwind on the couch and turn your brain to mush with some television and video games. Not much else happens that day, other than you lazying around and doing nothing productive or fantasize about the cowgirl some more. Around midnight again you rise from your perch on the couch and curse the gods that you have to work the next day and that Kara still isn't here, and head to the cot in your room to sleep.
 
Rising up bright and much too early on Monday, you go through your morning routing again: shower, get dressed but for work this time and not a dinner “date”, eat breakfast, get everything you need for work ready, and then head out the door, but you also add in something new: giving Kara a good morning text. On the fifteen minute walk to work, you start thinking about how lovely a woman Kara is. Sure, she's got a great body; her blimp-like tits sitting proudly above her impeccable waistline which flows seamlessly to her vast hips and curvaceous thighs and down to her lengthy lower limbs, not to mention her rich, smooth hair, vivid green eyes, and supple lips. No, there's more to her than just a stack of flesh that you satiate your most carnal urges with. She's a meta-human being, one with its own wants and desires, an individual who has thoughts and feelings of her own. You're thinking of the holstaurus as a person now rather than an object of lewd fantasies, and you're okay with this.
 
Showing up at work you recognize the same ethic everyone's following, and will follow for the rest of the week. That means most of your day is going to be spent dicking around not doing anything, or sneaking glances at Kara when she's working. No matter what you or any of her other coworkers do or what the clientele say to her, she always has that same upbeat but no-bullshit attitude. Right around the holstaurus' usual start time, you get a text from her yourself.
 
Message 1: Good morning to you too Anon! Normally I'd be walking in the front door right about now and you'd start staring (not that I mind), I'm going to be a bit late. Had some issues this morning getting ready. See you soon! :)*Received at 10:03 a.m.*
 
Damn, you're going to have to find something else to do while no one orders any food. Letting your shift manager know that Kara is going to be late, earning a sigh from her in the process and she mutters something about it happening again, you get back to your job. At 3:17 p.m., the cowgirl shows up. Her demeanor when she walks in suggests that something went wrong this morning. Her hairstyle isn't what it normally is, she's walking slightly irritated, and her face and parts of her exposed skin are slightly flushed, although you can't tell if it's because she's upset or she was in a hurry to get here not wanting to miss any more of the work day.
 
“Upset that your hair wasn't just right again Kara?” You tease from the back of the kitchen. She blushes slightly, again.
 
“You wish. I just had trouble starting everything, that's all.” Kara responds, panting slightly. Man, she really takes punctual arrivals seriously. She probably had to sprint here, you muse. Doesn't really matter though, Kara's here and that means that you can relax a little. You spot the holstaurus adjusting her blouse a few times throughout the day, tugging at the fabric a bit before sighing exasperatedly before moving back to busing tables and taking orders. For once though, you manage to catch her staring at YOU occasionally and then swiftly looking away instead of the other way around. Having a private laugh to yourself, you think it's hilarious that now Kara's picking up your bad habits from work. Finishing your shift a bit later, you say goodbye to everyone and that you'll see them tomorrow before giving Kara a special farewell hug, at least until the next day. Her cheeks start to become flushed again, and even parts of the exposed skin of her bust is tinted as well. When her breasts flatten against your own torso, you overhear the holstaurus inhale sharply, and you feel the front of your shirt become a little damp. Chalking that up to a spilled drink you pull away, feeling her hot breath on your face as she finally exhales, her skin a bit redder since you last saw it.
 
The next day, you start things normally, although in the back of your mind you feel like something is nagging at Kara. Normally the cowgirl would reliably show up an hour after you arrive, but you get another text from the busty maiden around the same time as yesterday.
 
Message 1: Hey Anon, sorry to let you know but a serious issue came up early this morning and I don't think I'll be in today or the rest of the week until I can get it sorted. Can you let our manager know? Thanks.*Received at 9:37 a.m.*
 
Jeez, something must really be bothering her if she only shows up for half a shift one day and then needs to take the rest of the week off. Honoring her request, you let your shift manager know the holstaurus won't be in for the rest of the week getting yet another sigh, this time a bit heavier along with a muttered “goddamnit”. Nothing really happens the rest of the week, but halfway through Thursday's work period, your worry gets to you.
 
Message 1: Hey Kara, it's Anon. I'm getting a little worried about you. On Monday you came in a lot later than usual, and on Tuesday you said something severe happened and that you wouldn't be able to come to work for the rest of the week. If something's bothering you, let me know. *Sent at 5:48 p.m.*
 
On Friday when you're almost halfway back to your apartment, you get a call and the ID says it's the cowgirl, Kara.
 
“Hello?” You answer the ringing phone.
 
“H-hey Anon, it's Kara.” Well duh it's her, you knew that from the display on your phone. “I got you text yesterday, thanks for thinking about me. I've been contemplating whether I not I should, and I think I want some help.” Her voice comes in over the speaker a bit heavy and wistful.
 
“Sure thing. What do you need help with?” You return.
 
“I don't think you can aid me just over the phone. You need to come over.” She says again, her voice a bit more urgent this time.
 
“Uh, sure. Although that might be difficult since I don't really know where you live, silly.”
 
“R-right. I'll text you the address then.”
 
“See you soon Kara.”
 
Click. That was odd. She sounded unsettled, but there wasn't any real indication of her dilemma being a relationship issue. Receiving her address a short time later, you make a detour and start heading for the monstergirl's abode. Getting there a few minutes later because you got lost, you arrive at the condo, walk up a flight of stairs and get to a door labeled 23, and knock carefully.
 
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Chapter 6:
 
“C-Come in.” A muted feminine voice nervously calls out from the other side of the door. Turning the brass knob slowly, and then a bit forcefully when it sticks, you enter Kara's home. Much like your own living space the holstaurus' is sparse, but has everything it needs: a kitchen with all the amenities, a closet with some various bits that one would use to clean, and an area to loosen up and socialize in. Closing the door behind you with a snap.
 
“Kara?” You call out to the seemingly empty dwelling.
 
“I'm in here Anon.” She calls out from what you think is her bedroom. Following the source of the noise, you turn the corner and find Kara sitting among what looks like chemistry equipment, pipes and containers scattered around where the girl is sitting and a small box sitting near the window. Her hair is pure chaos, bits going everywhere and a hairband is sitting next to her legs. Her face isn't much better; the skin a tad paler than usual, and there's a hint of crimson to it as well. Her eyes have lost a bit of their luster, the owner seemingly unable to have slept for long.
 
“Oh shit, Kara, are you okay?” You plead as you swoop over to sit next to the bedraggled cowgirl.
 
“Yeah, I'm fine. Normally I wouldn't look like this, or need any help, but I do.” She responds quietly.
 
“Well what's wrong then? You missed an entire week of work, and then you ask me to help you.”
 
“Well as you know, I'm a holstaurus.”
 
“Right.”
 
“And occasionally holstauruses need to relieve some built up pressure. Normally we'd use a machine to alleviate that pressure, but the one I have broke on Monday.”
 
“I don't follow Kara. If you want I can try and fix it.”
 
“No, I want you to help me. I want you to help me mitigate that pressure. I want you to milk me.” Oh. OH. It all starts to become clear for you now. Her agitation, the rosy skin, her mild arousal when you gave her that hug on Monday, your wet work polo, missing work for an entire week, all the bottles and hoses in the room. Holstauruses need to be milked frequently, otherwise they exhibit all the symptoms Kara had, and are unable to function properly, if at all, until the fluid is pumped out. You swallow heavily.
 
“Uh, I'm not entirely sure how I would do that Kara. You said your machine isn't running and hasn't been since Monday, and I certainly didn't bring one with me or the tools to fix the one you have.” You say, showing your empty hands.
 
“W-well I was thinking, m-maybe you could...” She looks up at you, blushing heavily, and in barely a whisper she finishes, “...use your hands.” Swallowing even more, you respond.
 
“I-I'm not sure I could. I've never done it before and I don't want to cause any pain.”
 
“It's okay, if you don't want to, I can do it myself.” She returns meekly.
 
“No, no, it's fine. I can be gentle. And if you do start to feel pain, just let me know and I can stop.”
 
“OHTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!” Kara suddenly squeals as she leaps up to give you yet another bone-crushing hug.
 
“Uh, K-Kara?” You stutter, face yet again mushed into her creamy bust.
 
“SORRY!” She yelps as she pulls away. Your shirt is now stained with milk, and you spot two growing damp patches on Kara's own top.
 
“Hey Kara.” You quip as you point to her now soggy pullover. She looks at you quizzically before following your digit down to her bust and notices the two blotches, now one, as her shirt is now positively soaked in her breast's secretions.
 
“Right, I should probably take this off so you can get at them.” She giggles before lazily removing the offending garment. Pulling up her shirt, her leaking nipples leave a wet trail all the way down to the hem of the fabric. When those buds are finally released, you're given a front-row seat to the most marvelous thing in the world. Kara's melons fall after what seems like an eternity, the perfect spheres glazed with alabaster cream. They reach the end of their descent and bounce obscenely, the shiny surface sparkling in the evening sunlight entering the window. Her dusky areolae are impressive, covering a generous portion of each breast, and her nipples jut out three quarters of an inch on each tit, small beads of white liquid already forming on the tips.
 
“Well are you going to help me, or are you going to stare like some teenager at the beach?” Kara teases, snapping you back to reality.
 
“R-right. S-sorry Kara.” You timidly reply. “Any idea on how we should do this?”
 
“How about I sit in your lap and you can reach around and do it that way?” She inquires. There's no way in hell you're going to deny having THAT ass resting there.
 
“Yeah, I think that would work. Do you want to get something to catch the milk?” You agree eagerly. A few moments later, that ample butt is sitting in your lap and you reach around to grasp Kara's heavenly bosom. At the first contact of skin on skin, the cowgirl's breath catches in her throat momentarily before she lets out a contented sigh.
 
“Mmm, that's more like it. Don't stop.” She groans heavily, unconsciously grinding her hips and bottom into your crotch, making you grow hard. Not wanting to dissatisfy the woman, you start to simply play with her boobs, rolling the hand-filling orbs around in your palms. You begin to flick at her pert nipples, each time the contact extracting a faint sigh or moan. Recalling you're supposed to be milking Kara and not fondling her, you leave the groping behind and start tugging and pulling on her mammaries. You start to feel milk appearing from her buds and rolling down her chest before coming to your hands and dripping down to the tub Kara placed below. You maintain your current course of squeezing the liquid from her overburdened boobs, Kara's moaning and breathing becoming more and more ragged and erotic as the frosted aphrodisiac escapes, her legs rubbing together as best they can. For the next fifteen minutes or so, you continue to caress the holstaurus' chest, the milk vacating her tits progressively faster until it's basically pouring out of Kara, thick rivulets of cream cascading downward, the dripping sounds echoing throughout the room. Eventually, to both your and Kara's annoyance, the streams turn into a light trickle as the vast majority of the milk is sloshing around in the bucket below. With a satisfied sigh, Kara eases your hands away from her chest and convulses slightly when your fingers brush over her sensitive nipples. She rises from your lap and turns around to give you a hug and a sloppy kiss on the cheek.
 
“Thanks for that Anon. I feel so much better now.” Kara says, beaming at you, her face quite more rosy since you started.
 
“No problem, Kara. I actually quite enjoyed milking you too.” You reply. Strangely though, your legs feel largely soaked, and your shirt isn't much better since Kara hugged you not long ago. Looking down past her bare breasts and damp crotch, you spot two VERY large patches of milk on your pants that were probably deposited there instead of the intended receptacle.
 
“What's wrong Anon?” Kara asks with an uneasy look on her face. You simply point to your pants and when she notices, she blushes hard and giggles like a schoolgirl. “Oops. I guess you didn't get it all in the bucket Anon.”
 
“It's fine, I can wash these later.”
 
“No, it's not fine!” The holstaurus pouts, but laughs nonetheless. “When I was spending time with you, you let me clean myself up. I should do the same.” Offering you her hand, the cowgirl pulls you up from her bed and pulls you towards what is obviously her bathroom. Being behind her, you score an impressive view of her swaying hips and ass confined to her loose sweat pants, and you also catch short glimpses of her free boobs swaying back and forth.
 
“There should be some towels on the rack by the shower, and I hope you don't mind smelling like a flowerbed when you're done.”
 
Thanking Kara, you close the door behind you and start to strip down out of your ruined clothes. Stepping into the shower, your about to turn the water on to very hot when you hear Kara call out. Peaking out from behind the shower curtain you spy her standing in the doorway completely naked, her curved form back-lit by the setting sun.
 
“Mind if I join you?” She shyly asks, puppy eyes looking back at you, eyelashes fluttering.
 
“S-Sure, Kara. C-Come right in.” You nervously respond, unsure if the decision you just made will backfire. Kara closes the door agonizingly slow and bends over suggestively to lock the door.
 
“Don't want anyone to interrupt us now, do we?” She lewdly declares, straightening out and sashaying over to the shower, her fleshy body wiggling the entire way. She steps in and turns the knobs, causing hot water to gush from the shower head and filling the room with steam. Turning back around, you notice her eyes are now twinkling with desire, her chest heaving and short, hot breaths come from her lungs.
 
“Kara, I don't thi-” Your protests are cut short as the now very horny cowgirl pulls you into a deep, passionate kiss.
 
“Sshhh, don't complain. You and I both know you've wanted this for a looooong time and now you're getting it, so stop denying it, Anon.” Kara huskily declares, lust filling her emerald eyes. “And now I'm getting what I want as well.” You moan into her lips as she hauls you in again for another hefty smooch, your arms wrapping around her neck, her breasts restricting between your two bodies. You begin making out in earnest, tongues wildly flailing around in the others mouth, arms and hands exploring up and down each other. You begin cupping her spacious behind, kneading the doughy flesh in your hands and lightly humping her while Kara holds you close, caressing your head. Without warning, Kara removes her lips from yours, much to your protests. She puts a dainty finger to your mouth before declaring her intent.
 
“Hush now, I won't stop.” She announces before lowering herself to her knees, hands trailing along your flank before stopping at her prize: your crotch. Knowing what's about to come next, your penis goes from hard to diamonds in a matter of seconds. “Mmm, someone's excited, aren't they?” She coos. You simply nod. “Well then, I guess I'll have to take care of this, won't I? You helped milk me, now I get to do the same to you.”
 
Soon after she finishes her sentence, the sensation of her hands on your nether regions is replaced by two very soft, squishy melons. Kara begins to rub her breasts in opposite directions before pumping them up and down along your shaft. You start to moan under her ministrations and grab at her horns and pull her visage dangerously close to your rod. “Now now, no need to rush things.” Kara announces before the sensations on your dick are again replaced, this time with sweet warmth as the holstaurus' mouth envelopes you, her long, broad tongue working all along the length of your shaft from the tip to the base. She starts to bob up and down on your manhood sucking as hard as she dares while her mouth appendage consistently encircles it, one of her hands cupping and squeezing your scrotum while the other dives between her own legs.
 
You direct her speed on your penis by pushing and pulling her horns and she happily obliges, moaning around your meatstick as her own hand works her snatch. Hatching a devious plan, you pull the monstergirl off of you and to her feet before giving her an aggressive kiss, and then spin her around and bend her forward a bit, her large ass on display under the stream of hot water and her hands on the wall.
 
Kara turns her head around to give you a sultry look. “My, my, someone knows what they want. Well go on big boy, pound my ass like the rutting beast you are!” Growling, you storm forward, forcibly shoving your erection into her backdoor, causing Kara to yelp loudly. “Not so rough!” She exclaims, although you doubt she'd mind if you took her downtown. You bend over to roughly grope her bosom, bringing out another excited moan from Kara while you enjoy the hot confines of her fat bottom, the cowgirl's tail curling around your stomach. Wanting to start slow, you grip her broad waistline and ease your prick out from the holstaurus' dark entrance, pulling out deliberately before gently pushing back in, each reentry prompting Kara to cry out suggestively. Her bosom wobbles slightly each time you do this, and her bulging rump protrudes outward and around your waist and thighs somewhat when you press up against it. One of her hands moves from the wall back to where it was before, assisting the owner in her pleasure. You savor the feeling of your bodies pressing together before departing, her own frame nudging you back when you bottom out, the heated water falling over your back, and Kara's tail coiled against you.
 
“Come on Anon, stop teasing me! Fuck me as hard as you can! I want you! I NEED you!” The shapely cowgirl calls out. Dissatisfied with your current pace, you decide to put it into overdrive. Grasping her immense hips more strongly, you grab her hair with one hand and twist her head around to give her a look that tells her EXACTLY how hard you're going to pound her. Kissing her hard once more, you let go of her mane and command her to stop satisfying herself, that's your job. You then growl and demand she put both hands on the shower wall. She willingly complies, pulling her hand away from her own sex and doing exactly what you told her.
 
“Well are you going to pound my ass until it's all bruised and sore, or are you just going to stand there and mislead me into thinking I won't be able to sit down after we're done?” Kara questions from behind her plastered hair. Not even bothering to answer, you immediately start jackhammering the randy holstaurus. Crying out when the first impact of man on monsterwoman hits, Kara's hands slip against the wet tile wall of the shower before she manages to readjust. Her cow tail uncurls from your waist and loops around your fat shaft, pumping it in rhythm with your own thrusts. Her vast posterior jiggles obscenely with each motion of your hips, the smooth flesh bouncing each time your two bodies meet. Her colossal breasts add their own music to the concert, slapping on the shower wall and her stomach while your bodies powerfully clap together, spraying water everywhere. You start grunting as you plunge into her while Kara's head leans back, eyes closed, lips parted, and mouth agape, wordlessly moaning in bliss.
 
Only the tightening of her walls warns you of her coming orgasm. She screams your name out in ecstasy as her colon clamps down on your prick while her tail tries its damnedest to draw all of your semen out. You orgasm shortly after she does and you clutch her hips lovingly and thrust again extremely hard, bottoming out one last time as you finish inside her. Your enormous emissions coat the inside of the holstaurus' deepest recesses white and the feeling of hot, fresh seed flooding her brings Kara back to new heights as she orgasms yet again. You finish your wild and steamy lovemaking by rubbing each others body over with soap, pausing for longer than is necessary over the other person's sensitive spots, massaging their chest, pubic area, and buttocks, only breaking a kiss to breath in the hot air. Long after the water runs cold, you fall asleep in the romantic arms of the holstaurus while she coos sweet nothings into your ear, your eyes finally closing all the way as you suckle on one of her tits.
 
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Chapter 7:
 
You wake up the next morning in an unfamiliar bed, wearing nothing but your underwear with your lower body feeling unusually sore and a pounding headache to top everything off. Your clothing is folded into a neat pile at the foot of the spacious bunk with a small note on top that says: *Almost forgot to clean these yesterday, hope you don't mind! -Kara*. Now you remember; you came over after the cowgirl wanted you to help milk her and in the process spoiling your pants and shirt after screwing up, although you're not sure how you got the headache and you guess the sore legs are from when she sat on your lap when you were assisting her. Tossing aside the covers you don the now washed garments and leave Kara's bedroom, unsure of what you shall expect.
 
One thing you weren't planning on walking in on is the holstaurus dressed in only a full-length culinary apron, forgoing anything to support her chest or cover her lower body as she toils with breakfast. You choose to relish the scene of Kara moving back and forth between stations for far longer than would be polite or required; her exposed ass, hips, and thighs oscillating with every enticing movement; her pendular breasts all but removing themselves from behind the fibers of the only thing she bothered putting on. Forgetting that you think yourself chivalrous, you eventually announce your arrival with a sharp cough.
 
“Well good morning sleepyhead.” Kara says as she turns around, a spatula in one hand and smudges of food all over the front of the cloth. “Enjoy your nap and the view?”
 
“Very much so, Kara. Need any help fixing breakfast?” You ask, gawking at the upper half of her “covering”, the bumps of her large nipples only just making themselves known.
 
“No, I think I can manage. Just relax while I finish cooking, and again sorry for damaging your shirt and pants last night. Sometimes that just happens.” She answers apologetically.
 
Not terribly concerned that you might have to buy a new work uniform, you brush off her mild remorse, assuring her that it's not a big deal. Taking up Kara's offer, you sit down on her couch in such a way that your view of her isn't obstructed. Now aware that you're awake, the holstaurus starts working a bit faster, exaggerating her movements so that her body undulates in the most erotic way. Her hips swing back and forth farther than you though was possible as she parades over to where you're situated when she finishes. Stomach growling, you rapidly consume the meal Kara just prepared as soon as she sets your plate down. Chuckling to herself, she takes her place opposite you and since you're too busy wolfing down your first meal since lunch the previous day, you don't notice the cowgirl's boobs have begun to leak again as they bounce around when she sits; her generous buds becoming harder and more erect, tenting the fabric of the apron higher. Inverse to your own behavior however Kara eats her food a bit more dignified, stopping to chew it rather than inhaling it or swallowing it whole. She asks simple questions about various subjects all the while and you answer through stuffed mouth, ejecting bits of egg and sausage everywhere.
 
Finishing up what seems like seconds later, Kara gets up to clean up after your abominable performance at the table. She purposefully leans over across the top of the table with her breasts right up in your face, giving you a picture of her cleavage and exposed body as you look down the top of the apron. Gripping the side of your chair as hard as you can, it takes almost all of your willpower to not reach and pull one of those fleshy globes out and start massaging the velvety skin. Gathering up what you brought the previous day after Kara finishes cleaning up and teasing you with yet more raunchy displays, you make your way towards the door.
 
“Thanks for helping me yesterday Anon. I don't know what I would do without you.” Kara states.
 
“Yeah, sure, no problem. Let me know if you have any more issues with your tools or machines.” You return, making heavy use of air quotes around the word “issues”.
 
“S-sure, i-if you say so.” The holstaurus apprehensively responds. You turn around to walk out the door before stopping in your tracks. “Anything wrong, Anon?” Kara asks.
 
“Yeah, almost forgot something.”
 
“What did you forget?”
 
“This.” You say you tug the cowgirl in for an impassioned kiss. Her eyes open further than normal before fluttering closed, and she starts to moan your name softly. Taking advantage of her lack of coverings, you reach under her apron with one hand and rub her spongy bosom while the other goes around behind and cradles her mighty backside, taking in as much of the elastic flesh as it can. Kara moans harder as she wraps her arms around your neck and her hips faintly push against you. You tortuously remove yourself from the monstergirl's amazing body after savoring the embrace for a few precious moments.
 
“See you tomorrow.” You declare, giving Kara a wink as you eventually leave. Closing the door behind you, you spot the mildly turned on cowgirl tweaking one of her nipples and biting her lower lip while at the same time the otherwise unoccupied hand is, bit by bit, making its way to the space between her legs. You grin as you make your way back home.
 
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Chapter 8:
 
Arriving at your apartment after that rough but not unpleasant weekend, you urgently look for some relief to the headache that's plagued you since waking up. Still entirely unsure of how you got it, or why your legs were sore, you pop a few painkillers before crashing in your living room to enjoy a few more hours of video games before having to turn in for the night. While playing, you swear you're forgetting something from earlier, and not some half-baked excuse to make out with Kara or touch her. You genuinely think you might have mild amnesia or something. All you can really remember is after milking the holstaurus, you took a shower and then the next thing you know you woke up. The only logical conclusion is that you somehow slipped and bashed your head on an object, knocking yourself out. Shit, that means that since you were in the shower that implies that you were naked, and since you went from shower to bed Kara would have had to remove you from the bathroom and to her cot while you weren't wearing anything, and then she probably dressed you as well, at least up to your underwear. Sure, you saw her tits earlier, but you didn't get the whole picture. She did.
 
Unable to shake the nagging feeling of the cowgirl seeing you in your birthday suit without you willingly showing her, you finish wasting time and go to sleep, skeptical of how long you'll actually rest. Most of your thoughts and dreams that night are trying to figure out what the hell happened, but you can't ever make any headway. It's all going over to help Kara, finding out that she wants you to milk her and then helping her do it, taking the shower, and then waking up the next morning. Nothing fills the gap between the last two things, unless what really happened is you managed to finish bathing and then re-clothe yourself and pass out in her bed.
 
Waking up after THE WORST night's sleep you've ever had the misfortune of receiving, you detect your headache is no longer there and your legs don't feel like you've just run a half-marathon. Maybe it was just a freak accident, or even just you sleep-dressing yourself. Pushing those thoughts out of your mind, you get ready for work. Going through your morning routine again making sure to give Kara another good-morning message, you head to work. Nothing really exciting happens during your shift before Kara shows up, and you start to try and recall what happened again. Taking a short break, you try and see if she knows anything about your apparent lack of memory.
 
“Hey Kara, can I ask you something in private?”
 
“Sure Anon, what is it?” The cowgirl replies as you both make your way to a less crowded area of the diner.
 
“Over the weekend, I helped you with that problem you had but for some reason I feel like I did something else, and I can't remember what. The only thing that I can recollect is arriving at your condo, you asking me to milk you which I accepted, and then taking a shower to clean myself up after getting cream all over myself. The next thing I know I woke up the next morning. There's nothing between me bathing and waking up.”
 
“It almost sounds like you have a bit of memory loss, like you bonked your head on something.” Kara says.
 
“That's the thing though. I think that that might be the case, but I'm not convinced it's what happened.”
 
“Well, whatever did happen, I'll let you know if I can remember anything either, Anon.” The cowgirl finishes.
 
Conversation over you head back to work, sensing that Kara knows something you don't. Shaking your head, you firmly tell yourself you just blacked out for whatever reason between the shower and the bed giving you your headache, sore legs, and loss of memory. Boring work aside, you go back to your customary habit of goofing off and looking at the monstergirl serving food. While grilling a particularly rare steak for yet another wolf girl a patron accidentally knocks their drink off of the table, the cup falling a few feet to the ground before shattering on the black and white tile floor, firing bits of glass and liquid everywhere. You, along with half the diner, turn around to look at the source of the disturbance, the customer embarrassed that they broke something and now everyone is looking right at them. One person that didn't notice however was Kara. She finishes up helping a client before walking over to the other side; right into the path of the spilled drink.
 
“Kara!” You call out and she turns her head to find the source of her name, but it's too late. Her right hoof falls on top of the pool of fluid, but doesn't stop like it normally would. It keeps on going, causing her right leg to fly out from under her at supersonic speed; her arms shoot up into the air, the notepad and pen escaping her hands; her body suspended in midair as the rest of her lower body moves forward while her upper half bends backwards; and she falls to the floor, hard. A sickening crack reverberates throughout the room as the cowgirl hits the ground, and now all eyes are on her.
 
“KARA!” You yell out, dropping everything and bolting over to where the now unconscious girl is lying. “Shit, Kara! Kara! Can you hear me?! KARA!” You shout, fighting back tears as you shake her, but it's no use. She's out cold, her left arm is contorted in such a way that you're sure it's not meant to be in that position, and a fair hunk of one of her ivory horns is lying about a foot away. A sickening pool of blood is starting to form under her skull as you futilely try rouse Kara. “Come on Kara, wake up! Wake up Kara! Come on, I know you can! Don't do this to me!” You plead through misty eyes. In the back of your mind you hear sirens coming closer, but you don't care. The woman that you care about the most, and who cares about you, is probably dead.
 
“No. No. Nonononono!” You start to sob while huddling over her form. You barely register the door opening as heavy boots rush over to where you and Kara are. Gloved hands pull you off of her, much to your frenzied screams. Landing a few feet away, your hand lands on top of the broken piece of horn, and you grab at it. Bringing it up to your face you realize what you're holding and break down, clutching the small spike to your chest, crying out the name of the monstergirl who's now being moved from the floor to a gurney and taken out to the ambulance waiting outside.
 
Softer hands pull you back up to your feet and support you while you robotically walk out the door as the ambulance pulls away quickly, sirens blaring. You're unaware of how you got back home but when you sit down on your couch, you unclench your hand and still find yourself holding Kara's now splintered horn. You begin to weep again, knowing that you're probably never see her again.
 
You wake up extremely dreary for the sixth time this week, not wanting to believe the events that transpired earlier, but you can't get the image of the holstaurus plunging to the ground over in over in slow motion. You drag yourself to your living room, the lost ivory sitting in the middle of the table a cruel reminder of the horrible loss you've experienced. You halt in the doorway, staring at the new centerpiece as you process yet again the fact that the only woman who really showed you any affection might not ever be around anymore. You find yourself now sitting on your couch, looking at the blank television screen when your phone rings. You turn your head over to the device sitting next to you when you notice the caller ID says it's from Kara. Eyes wide, your hand shoots out and grabs the phone and you answer.
 
“K-Kara?” You anxiously say.
 
“Uh, this isn't Kara.” A gruff male voice responds. Your heart sinks even lower. “This was the only contact in her phone that I found that wasn't a boss of her's, so I thought I should call it. I guess you must be the man that was crying over her when the paramedics arrived. I think you should come down to the hospital, I have something to tell you.”
 
Click. You stare back at your phone, expecting the worst as you sluggishly rise up and trudge out the door.
 
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Chapter 9:
 
Not wanting to think of what kind of death waivers or final wills that the doctor will want you to sign, you decide to think of the good times you had with Kara in the short few weeks since you first spent time together while you ride the bus to the hospital. You think of how pleased she was when you invited her over and how much she liked the dinner you cooked, and thinking back on that night it was probably the water you boiled the noodles in that made it overly salty. You thought it was adorable when the holstaurus fell asleep in your lap later that night and how sexy she looked when she rose the next morning with her hair all over the place and her shirt bunched up, exposing her toned midriff and expansive cleavage. You also recall the following weekend how much she wanted you to help her even though she wouldn't tell you what with, and when you got to her home she wanted you to milk her. It's as if that was something extremely personal and intimate to Kara, and she wanted you to be alone with her. There's still the blank spot between that night and the next morning though, but you think the cowgirl was involved in some way.
 
Smiling halfheartedly, you begin to think of Kara herself. You were practically infatuated with her the moment she started working the front counter; the subtle movements of her lush brown hair as she moved back and forth; the enticing motions of her pert and robust bosom; how her hips rocked from side to side as she walked, her exquisite rear end contracting with every motion of her hefty thighs and glorious legs. Her jade eyes always had some sort of sparkle to them, as if they were pure gemstones. She was always loving to whoever came in the front door, and she never seemed to mind that you originally treated her as a walking pair of tits. Kara cared about everyone, especially you, and you now realize that you felt the same way without knowing it.
 
A few minutes later the bus rumbles to a stop a few blocks away from where the monstergirl is, and you get off. The despair that's been hovering over you for the past week grows heavier by the second as you round the last corner before the hospital, its towering gray walls and unwelcoming entrance mocking you as you get closer. You wait in line for an excruciating amount of time before getting to the front desk. You dully give her your name and Kara's, and the woman sitting behind the counter gives you a quizzical look before you regurgitate it again, this time stating that she's a holstaurus. The receptionist's eyes light up as she finally knows who you're talking about and instructs you to sign here, here, and here before taking a place in the waiting room a few dozen feet away while a doctor comes and sees you.
 
Sighing, you scribble your name where she points, a lackluster chuckle escaping your lips as you imagine the cowgirl chastising your poor penmanship. Trudging over to a vacant seat, you drop into the bland cushion and look around. It's everything a hospital would be: people standing in line impatiently at the front desk; a mother sitting in a corner trying to quiet her crying newborn; some guy who looks like he's homeless is sleeping in a chair; people in medical scrubs, all the same dull, boring color, walking to and fro with clipboards in their hands as if they're important; the smell of antiseptic and other medicines stinging your senses. It's what would be in the dictionary of metaphors. You wait, and wait, and wait, until a man in a lab coat comes up to you after the receptionists points in your direction and addresses you.
 
“Are you a Mister, uh, Anon?” The physician asks, looking at his own personal clipboard for a second to read your name.
 
“Yes.” You croak out, not bothering to look up from the table of magazines who's covers you've read hundreds of times over already.
 
“Come with me please.” The doctor states professionally, not bothering to make sure you get up before revolving around to walk down a hallway. You get up, wondering why you aren't just signing all of the legal paperwork for the deceased monstergirl in the room you were just in. You're escorted through fluorescent hallways for a short time before the man in the coat stops in front of a numbered door.
 
“I don't understand, is this an office of some kind? Are we not allowed to sign paperwork in a public area?” You inquire, looking into the face of the man who probably was the same one who called you down here.
 
“No, nothing like that.” He chortles before merely opening the door. Inside is not an office or lab room, but one for a patient. The light blue walls are a godsend to the earlier renditions of the other chambers and corridors. The flat tile reflects the cheerful light from the ceiling, giving the entire room a healthy glow. Various surgical and medical equipment are scattered around the room; an electrocardiograph here; a breath monitor there. There's also a privacy curtain drawn around where you understand a bed would be, and a faint *beep* *beep* *beep* can be heard from behind the white cloth. You stare with wide eyes, and look back to the man holding the door for you. He simply smiles and nods his head in the direction of the unknown being sitting behind the shroud. Heart pounding harder than it has ever before, you gently wander into the space behind the doorway, getting closer and closer to discovering who is in that bed. You can almost make out a humanoid shape behind the curtain and when you at last reach the other side, you're met face to face with the gorgeous visage of a familiar cowgirl.
 
“Hi Anon. Miss me?” Kara says, beaming harder than you thought possible. You can't wrap your mind around what you're seeing right now. Kara's right here, very much alive, and very glad to see you. “Heloooo? Anyone home?” The monstergirl teases, tapping a few knuckles to her own head. “Ow, that hurt.” She declares to no one in particular.
 
“K-Kara?” You finally stutter out.
 
“Yes Anon, I'm fine.” She reassures. You don't even manage to voice anything other than her name before you're embracing Kara, tears streaming down your face.
 
“Oh god, Kara. I thought you died. I thought I'd never see you again.” You sob, face buried into her shoulder.
 
“It's okay, Anon. It's okay.” She asserts, affectionately stroking your hair and holding you close.
 
“W-what happened Kara?” You beg through reddened eyes.
 
“Well, I remember you calling out my name, and then I slipped on something, and then I'm here. The doctors told me that I had a serious concussion and that I can't use my arm for a while until the tendons and ligaments heal.” She indicates by raising up her bound appendage as far as the sling holding it will allow. “As for bleeding all over the floor, it was only a minor cut from some broken glass. Nothing too bad.”
 
“Did they tell you about up here.” You explain, indicating to where the now shortened horn is, the end filed down to make it smooth again.
 
“Yes, they did.” The holstaurus begrudgingly affirms. “It grows back though. It just takes FOREVER.” Kara expresses, emphasizing forever with a loud groan.
 
“When can you leave?”
 
“Well they want to keep me here for a few more days to make sure that I don't have a minor case of serious brain damage, but after that all I have to do is rest and let my arm mend itself.”
 
“You damn well better call me when you do get out Kara.” You irritably state, although you notice the cowgirl smiles at your fictitious rage. “And you better do it yourself, not have this guy or any of his friends do it for you.” You call over your shoulder, pointing at the doctor who was standing in the doorway the entire time as you walk out of the room.
 
An immense wave of relief washes over you as you leave the hospital to go home. Kara's not actually dead, and she was immensely grateful that you came to see her. The next day you come back to visit Kara, bringing a cheesy Get-Well-Soon card and a bouquet of roses for her. After nearly being crushed in the monstergirl's vice-like grip when she saw your gift being only spared by her left arm in a sling, you spend an hour or two just hugging each other or holding hands talking about whatever you can think of before you're rudely booted out of the room so the physicians can run some more tests on the cowgirl, disregarding your two objections that she's perfectly fine and can, in fact, go home right now if she wanted to.
 
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Chapter 10:
 
Just like she said, Kara calls you a few days later asking you to come back down to her room at the hospital. She tells you they're finally approving her discharge to go home. You gladly accept and let her know you'll be there soon. Your mind races with a million questions on the way there; all of them utterly random, having nothing to do with how she feels or if she will have to go back for check-ups. You exhale heavily at the thought of having to go through yet again waiting in line just to sign in before someone can accompany you back to the holstaurus' room.
 
Luckily you don't have to do any of that because when you reach the foyer you see Kara waiting for you with a grin on her face. She's wearing that white shirt with the corolla pattern on the sleeve again, and her lower body is covered in a pair of dusty gray pants, showing off each and every enchanting curve. The cowgirl has also inserted one of the flowers you presented to her earlier into her hair; the red rose blossom positioned just above her trimmed horn. Probably to hide it more, you think. You briskly jog up to her and give her a close hug, being mindful of her arm wrapped in its sling.
 
“Feeling better?” You ask.
 
“Now that you're here, yes.” Kara teases, causing you to blush a little. “Finally get to leave this place, and hopefully I won't have to come back.”
 
“Come on, let's get you home.” You declare. The bus ride back to the monstergirl's condo is spent in tranquil silence, or at least as much as public transport allows. Kara sits near the window with her head resting on your shoulder and you breath in the sweet aroma of her mixed in with the subtle scent of the flower in her hair. A minute or so after the bus departs from the hospital, the cowgirl's right hand snakes its way towards your left and clutches it lightly. The soft skin of her hand feels nice, and you give it a gentle squeeze.
 
Savoring this moment as long as you can, you don't notice your stop coming up until the bus is nearly on top of it. You shake Kara awake, having fallen asleep on you for the second time, and offer to help her back to her home. You both walk the last few hundred feet from the stop to her home holding hands and when you get to the front door Kara struggles to unlock it with only one usable arm. You suggest that maybe you should do it before she screws up and asks you to help anyways, but she insists that she can do it. You pester her and in the end she relents and you open the door for her, holding it open to let her in.
 
“Haven't been here in awhile.” Kara states, looking around the room as you shut and lock the door behind you when you enter.
 
“I would have kept it up for you, but I didn't have the key and I didn't want to bust open a window or something.” You respond.
 
“I doubt you could do that anyways, Anon.” Kara mockingly suggests.
 
“Oh shut up.” You say.
 
“Pff, whatever. Anyways, it's nice to know that someone cares about you.” The monstergirl thoughtfully announces to the nearly empty room.
 
“Yeah, it is.” You agree. “I've been thinking...” You begin before being rudely interrupted by the snickering coming from Kara. “AS I WAS SAYING,” You shout over her, not mad in the slightest. “I've been thinking about something for a while now, and I need to tell you something.”
 
“What is it, Anon?” Kara asks, turning around to face you.
 
“I-I don't think we can be friends anymore.” You flatly state.
 
“W-what?” Kara stammers, taken aback by your sudden announcement, tears starting to form in her eyes.
 
“It's not like you think. Ever since you first started working in the diner, I felt like someone special had just appeared before me. It took me a long time to realize and I never knew it until we really started to spend time together, but I've learned that the beautiful woman whom I first laid eyes on was the one I wanted to spend the rest of eternity with. She was the one I loved the most, and the one I hoped would feel the same way. I don't think we can be friends anymore...” You pause for dramatic effect. “...because I want you to be my wife.” Finishing with a smile on your face, you get on one knee and fish the small black box from your right pocket, opening it to reveal the ring proudly perched on top of the dark green velvet interior.
 
The outer bands of the ring are a bright silver, and sandwiched between the two is a single strip of ivory taken directly from Kara's horn; the same piece that was broken off just a week ago. You would have wanted to use her sparkling eyes as the main stone, but opted for a plain diamond inlaid with small gems matching your own eye color instead.
 
“Will you marry me, Kara?” You request. Her tears go from ones of sadness to ones of utter joy as you confess your feelings to her. Her one good hand moves to cover her mouth as she gasps in shock at your declaration when you open the ring-box.
 
“Yes” is the only word the monstergirl manages to whisper before you're embraced by your now future-wife. You share another kiss, but this one is filled with love and compassion rather than pure sexual lust like the few before it.
 
“I love you, Anon.” Kara reveals, pulling away to look deeply in your eyes
 
“I love you too, Kara.” You return. The intimate moment is broken by a feeling of your shirt becoming wet. Again. You pull away from the cowgirl a bit more thinking it was just her tears that dampened the cloth but then you notice her top has two dark spots of its own, right on top of her breasts.
 
“Hey Kara.” You smile, pointing down at her shirt. She follows your directions before spotting what's happening. She blushes excessively and giggles before looking back to you. “Do you want me to help you with that, or do you want to skip straight to the fun part?” You joke, knowing far ahead of time what her answer is going to be.
 
“Only if you put it in the other hole this time, husband-to-be.” She responds obscenely. Not wasting any time, you put the jewelry on the counter while moving in for another kiss. You start kissing each other slowly before things begin to get heated, and eventually you're French-kissing the busty holstaurus, tongues intertwined together and probing the other person's mouth. Your hands meanwhile explore every curve, every bump, every valley, every mountain of Kara's body. Your hands slide over her vast waist before falling to her spacious thighs, and eventually they make their way to the cushy, pliable buttocks of the cowgirl. Having a mind of their own your hands begin to work the yielding flesh, rolling and groping Kara's boundless rear end through her pants. Unsatisfied with the current squishy skin you move your hands up to her shirt, and with a bit of trouble, you remove it to expose her mammoth tits, finding your own covering has somehow removed itself as well. Finding a new source of monstergirl flesh to play with, your hands dash forward and begin to manhandle the owner's mammaries, squeezing them between your fingers, twisting and pinching the hardening buds.
 
Kara's hand meanwhile is content enough to move all over you, not stopping in any one spot for more than a second or two. Your breathing, and Kara's, becomes more and more labored as you continue to fondle the other person. You dance your way to the holstaurus' bed and fall on top of it with Kara on the bottom, still kissing and touching each other. Eventually Kara is the one to first break the cycle as she removes her lips and hand from you.
 
“A little help, Anon?” The cowgirl requests, unable to remove her pants with only one arm. You smile and stand up from the bed before removing the rest of your clothing, letting your hardening member flop free when you pull your boxers down and off your legs. You then move to Kara's legs, and with a little work you slide the comfortable garment off of her. You get back on the bed and straddle the horny monstergirl, positioning your manhood at the entrance to her own womanliness. Kara gives you an approving look, and you start to push inside her, keeping it slow so she can adjust. You hit a slight snag before moving in further, Kara wincing when you take her vaginal virginity. You bask in the feeling of being inside your lover before gently pulling back out and Kara's legs wrap around your thighs and her hand holds you tight.
 
You rock back and forth calmly wanting to make the occasion last, but your partner is having none of it. Kara uses her powerful legs to lead the pace, making you thrust in an out as fast and hard as she wants it. Her shining breasts vacillate, jiggling viciously whenever they reach their peak and occasionally touch the monstergirl on the chin if the motion of the owner is enough. You look Kara in the eye and smirk before grasping the plump orbs in your hands once again. She gasps sharply when you do this, and begins to moan with each change in direction of your hips or when you flick her pert nipples or massage her chest. Her lower limbs drop to the side, freeing you to go ahead and screw as you see fit. You start humping madly, hips slamming into Kara's with breakneck speed. With each meeting of future-man and future-wife comes a loud clap as sexual juices squirt everywhere and begin to coat your nether regions, sweat coating the rest of your body as you work to impregnate the holstaurus. The bed creaks and groans in sync with Kara's own lustful moans or cries of pleasure as you plunge again and again into her eager snatch. Her sighs and gasping climb in scale, and your own grunts become shorter and harder as you each near the end. The cowgirl under you suddenly hauls you in close for another wet kiss before pulling away to peer into your eyes.
 
“Come on Anon, don't hold back! I want to feel you shooting your hot sticky seed all over my insides. I want to know what it feels like to be fucked so hard until I'm pregnant ten times over!” She gruffly demands. All too happy to oblige, you give her a hard peck on the lips before going hard, just like she asked. Kara throws back her head onto the pillows and screams out in pure pleasure, urging you to more roughly fuck her. The bed you're on practically jumps from the floor as you brutally smash your body into her, and the monstergirl finally climaxes, calling out your name. Her slick walls clamp down on your shaft and begin rhythmically pumping it from the base to the tip, coaxing out what Kara most desires. You give one final shove before you to finish. Your balls churn, releasing your semen directly into her womb, giving the monstergirl another world-shattering orgasm. You pant as you shoot the last few loads inside before collapsing into her chest, utterly spent as you finally go soft.
 
“Mmm, that felt amazing Anon.” Kara claims.
 
“You were amazing.” You retort.
 
“Oh shut up you big lug.” She answers, lightly punching you in the shoulder with her good hand. “Thirsty?” She asks, offering you one of her dark mounds.
 
“Am I ever.” You gladly accept, enveloping the tip of her breast in your mouth. Her skin has a sweet yet slightly salted flavor after you two recently made love, but it just adds to the seasoning as you suckle, drawing out the ivory milk. Every so often she has you switch to the other globe, encouraging you to suck harder to get it all out and softly gasping or moaning when her milk is secreted, only spurring you further to eke out more from her. Sooner than you expected, you feel yourself expanding inside Kara. You cease your nursing and raise an eyebrow as you look at Kara.
 
“All done? Because I'm certainly not.” The monstergirl next to you lasciviously smirks, and you suddenly you find yourself on the bottom with the cowgirl in the, well, cowgirl position. “Are you ready my love? Because I'm not holding back. Not. One. Bit.”
 
Excited at where this is going you lift your hands up to her full bosom and yank on those fat jugs, hoping to get some more of that sugary liquid. She starts to agonizingly raise her bulging thighs up in the air before letting gravity carry her back to earth. With each descent she lets out a deep, throaty moan as your cock pierces her insides and your handling of her tits persists. Pushing up and down licentiously, Kara's mind starts to break down to its most basic motives, and you move your arms down to her ample waistline and hold her tenderly to help the holstaurus satisfy her needs. Kara stops bouncing almost entirely, causing you to lift her up with your arms and move your lower body at the same time instead. Her enormous breasts jump ferociously as her shapely figure rockets up your shaft before crashing back into your pelvis. You both begin to gasp and moan as your frantic mating continues, bodies smacking together wetly and mattress groaning yet again. Once again you're informed of Kara's imminent orgasm as her voice crescendos, inner walls becoming tighter around your penis. This time you come first, shooting a thick load as big as the last one right back into her uterus. The monstergirl atop you climaxes milliseconds later, shrieking the name of her significant other before she falls onto you. Gasping for air, Kara simply lies on top of you.
 
“Oh man, I don't know if I have another one in me.” She expresses, face buried in your torso.
 
“Well I think I do.” You announce to your worn out fiancée. “Come on, I have an idea.” The monstergirl lifts herself from you before following your directions to get on her hands and knees. Faced with that tremendous backside, you waste no time in sinking both your phallus and hands into the jiggly meat, causing your companion to yelp and beg for you to be gentle but you know full well that she's going to want it harsh and arduous. The rest of the day, and well into the night and next morning is spent in coitus, ending each hectic screwing and shared orgasms with Kara breastfeeding you before you inevitably become erect again, and you try fucking in a new position.
 
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Epilogue:
 
It's been two months since you married Kara, only a few weeks more than that since you proposed. When you first met your wife you originally wanted to just have your way with her and be done with it, but ever since she nearly died slipping on the floor in your previous job, you've come to love and treasure her. You arrive back at your new house after getting yet more food for the holstaurus when you find her waiting in your man-cave for you.
 
“Hello my love, I'm back. I got you that snack you wanted so much.” You call out when you step through the doorway, and you get a response from deeper in the house. You find the monstergirl sitting on your old beige couch, restlessly fidgeting. “Something wrong honey?” You ask.
 
“No. Well yes, actually.” Kara nervously replies.
 
“Well what is it then? You know I always worry about you.” You say as you sit down on the old, worn-out sofa next to her.
 
“Yes I know, but this is serious.” She reveals, looking up from the hands in her lap to your face. You never get tired of seeing those deep, emerald jewels peering into your eyes. “You know how I've been more emotional than usual, and I've eating a lot more food. There's also the strange cravings I'm getting.”
 
“Yeah, I've noticed. Are you going to start losing weight to keep your girlish figure like I suggested?” You inquire.
 
“Partly, but there's something else, Anon.” Kara manages to declare after a short silence. She looks back into her lap and her hands unclasp from around the pregnancy test she was holding. She stares back at you before saying, “You're going to be a father.”
 
All you can do is smile as you give your newly expectant partner a fervid kiss, knowing that you'll end up ruining the upholstery with sex soon.
 
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Months later, you're taking an extended leave from work to care for your notably pregnant wife. Although your boss thinks you're just being a good husband and father-to-be, it's really because Kara's constantly aroused and can't bear to keep herself off of you for more than a few hours. Her burgeoning breasts always seem to slosh around with fresh ivory weight and you think Kara's bra size has grown to around the J-cup range, although you're not entirely sure anymore since she hasn't bothered to wear anything other than easily removable maternity pants for the past few months.
 
Her overfull bosom always seem to be growing bigger each day. You don't mind one bit but you start to wonder if your daughter will be able to drink all your wife has to give, but if she can't there's always you to help. Her capacious hips and thighs have grown wider too, her belly extends far beyond what a shirt could contain with your offspring growing inside, and her chubby ass has grown slightly larger, filling out the last of her succulent curves. You assure Kara that you love every bit of her, especially her delightful bottom, but she always goes on about losing the baby weight. You're barely two feet in the door after getting food for yourself when you're jumped by a randy cowgirl. Looks like it's going to be a few hours before you get a chance to eat solid food again.
 
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“Bye daddy!” Your youngest child, now an eight year old, shouts as you let her go, seeing her off to her little winter camp for the next two months. Your first child that you had almost twenty five years ago now has already moved out and is living on her own, but you suspect she'll be soon in a relationship with her own man, if she hasn't already. Your next two daughters, both twins and in high school, are out with friends for the next few days, but you told them to call you or their mother if they ever need anything. You sigh as you finally get some relief from your youngster's incessant begging and pleading for you do do something with her, and you drive back home.
 
You had to expand your house a bit to accommodate your growing family, but it's still the same building you and your wife fell in love with when looking for a place to live together. You pull up the long driveway, smiling softly as you walk along the path to the front door. You find your wife, Kara, in the kitchen baking another one of her heavenly cakes. Her already monumental hips are even wider now after having three more children and her well-rounded, pliable ass has expanded to new heights, giving you even more to play with. Kara's grown a modest paunch and small love handles, along with a little bit of jiggle everywhere else after being unable to shake off the baby weight after birthing four separate children, not to mention how much she loves your cooking. Her breasts barely fit into anything anymore as they've expanded well beyond the M-cup range, and if she has anymore children with you you think she'll have to start walking around topless for the rest of her life. Her brown hair has a few gray strands in it but it still has that luscious ebb and flow to it, and her eyes still haven't lost their luster even though she's had to get reading glasses. You sneak up behind her and pinch her butt through her tight jeans, evoking a short squeak from the stacked cowgirl and she jumps, causing her absolutely gargantuan chest to shift, falling out below her snug turtleneck, and you give her a tight hug from behind.
 
“Dammit, Anon! Don't do that! You know I hate it when you do that!” Your holstaurus wife pouts, turning around to push you off of her and putting her hands on her wide hips; spatula in one hand, other hand in a fist with the index finger pointing at you, chest still exposed to the open air.
 
“Sorry, but I couldn't resist. You know how much I love a full bottom, and yours fits the bill perfectly.” You tease.
 
“Well, when you put it like that...” Kara muses, eyelashes fluttering under pouting green eyes. “Are the kids all gone?” She asks suggestively and smiles back at you. She sashays her way across the kitchen floor to run a finger up and down your chest, her entire body shivering with pent up desire.
 
“Yes, and two of them shouldn't be back for another three days or so.” You report.
 
“Well then, maybe we should make up for some lost time.” The cowgirl proposes.
 
You grin and pull the holstaurus in for yet another romantic kiss; cooking utensil clattering to the floor as forgotten clothing joins it, the two denude beings exploring each other, ready to make love once again.
 
END.