Obviously, I figured it was Molly, since the sound of heavy foot....Er, hoof-steps usually is a sign that Molly was up and about. Currently, she was already coming downstairs, judging from the sounds of thick bovine hooves clipping against the grand staircase my family had to reinforce due to Molly's sheer bulk and size.
Though as for what my beloved Molly was currently wearing when I saw her come downstairs, she was wearing what appeared to be a hot pink custom nightgown, which showed off her blubbery bovine legs and hooves. After all, the nightgown was large enough to be a makeshift tent. Unfortunately, due to her bulky exercise-ball sized udder forcefully spreading her fat-laden legs, the way that Molly walks has become a profound waddle, especially if said udder was filled to the brim with gallons of milk.
However, due to Molly's transformed physique, my family and I had to buy highly custom-tailored clothes for someone of my girlfriend's....current stature, since Molly was also wearing a custom made purple bra for her humongous J-Cup breasts, along with a pair of extremely large purple panties, which has a specialized hole for her bovine tail, as the undergarment hugged her corpulent furry buttcheeks.
When she finally made to the bottom of the stairs, Molly let out a tired feminine yawn, stretching her blubbery bovine arms in the process, before continuing to waddle her way into the kitchen, with drowsy eyes and a pair of growling stomachs. When she managed to enter the kitchen, the first thing that Molly noticed aside from the massive flapjacks I cooked for her, was me.
From there, she couldn't help but look at me with a tired but happy expression on her plump bovine snout and face, like she hasn't seen me for over a year, where she then approached me and.....