You hadn’t seen her on your first few laps jogging on the path looping around the lake that ate up the center of the park, but you certainly saw her on the latest: a cow sitting against the trunk of a large tree just above the shoreline. She was obviously tall, and just as obviously fat, which was only further emphasized due to her height spreading her weight out. Her book had to be practically propped atop her breasts due to the fact they were so large that most of her view below them was bound to be blocked; there were four of them as well, as was common to about half of the bovine anthros, though these were particularly large. Even though those mounds ate up most of her torso, you could just make out the plush belly hiding beneath. Meanwhile down below, her legs were crossed, emphasizing the soft thickness that gave her a soft seat even on the hard soil beneath the grand old tree. The clothes she wore were somewhat tight and mildly revealing, giving you the feeling that she took some pride in her softened body, rather than trying to hide it away beneath much more conservative and baggy clothing.
You were looking her way for so long that you nearly tripped and slammed to the ground. Only just managing to catch yourself, you cast a quick glance around, but were relieved to see that no one gave any obvious sign that they had seen you virtually starring at the other woman, nor the face-plant that almost resulted from the distraction. You stood there to recover a bit, with your hands on your knees and feeling the drops of sweat trickle along your body. To everyone else, you just looked like someone recovering after a spot of exercise, enjoying the first little trace of autumn’s coolness breaking the iron grip of summer than held the city, the same as many other people. Inside though, you were experiencing one of the most extreme cases of butterflies in your stomach that you ever had, and felt an irresistible compulsion to go talk to her.
Getting your breath back – at least partially – you stood up as tall as you could, before ambling over to her. As you started to get closer, you saw more details, like the silky black-and-white spotted fur across her body that peaked from her clothing, and the black hair tied back in a braid extending nearly to her round butt; the wavy length was so dark that it almost looked blue. Looking upon the thick locks, you felt a sudden desire to run your hands through her hair, and grab a hold of the twin curving horns sprouting from the sides of her head, feel those luscious mounds pressed against you, and…You shook your head to clear away that thought, you could feel your already flushed cheeks growing warmer, as well as a matching surge of heat further down as that little fantasy just started to form.
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