Of course, despite now weighing in at a little over a thousand pounds, Molly was now considerably stronger as well, as she suddenly lifted me up from the floor with her fat-laden arms and hoof-like hands with relative ease.
In her arms, compared to her, I felt like Molly's personal teddy bear.
From there, she administered a big fat kiss upon my lips, despite the fact that she now has a flat broad bovine snout. Obviously, I have gotten used to my girlfriend's "Cow Kisses" and "Heifer Hugs" by this point. In fact, I still remember the awkward but humorous attempts we had in bed, especially since Molly was now both significantly bigger and heavier than me, weighing more than enough to flatten me like a pancake if she wanted to.
Anyway, the kiss lasted for half a minute, where she then severed the kiss and promptly hugged me tightly against her enormous J-Cup breasts as she gleefully quipped, "*giggle* Good morning, sweetie!" "...Morning to you too, Molly." I replied, able to get myself free from her bovine sweater puppies in the process.
Moments later, Molly gently put me back down on the kitchen floor, as I then went back to preparing her breakfast, whilst still conversing with my bovine girlfriend, as she waddled over toward the kitchen table and I asked, "So, did you sleep well last night?"
"I did. ...Especially with you sleeping with me." Molly sheepishly retorted, obviously feeling rather jubilous yet grateful for me sleeping with her. Though, as for how that worked, well... Let's just say that Molly had developed a habit of having me, um..."cuddle" her. She always had me lay on top of her like she was a mattress due to her size and girth. I mean, I'm certainly not complaining about it, of course!
It's just that she, um...started to like being a big, fat, Cow-Girl. I wasn't sure how this concept of self-adoration began, but I'm somewhat relieved to see AMolly getting back to her old peppy self, before what had transpired six months ago.
Anyway, I soon finished stacking all of the tire-sized pancakes onto a large silver platter, then poured maple syrup all over the flapjack stack, and then proceeded to carry the platter over to where Molly was now sitting at. Upon seeing her breakfast, Molly licked her plump lips with her thick cow tongue, with a look of childish gluttony upon her anthropomorphic bovine face.
Once I laid the stack of pancakes before her, Molly began to instinctively devour it with a sense of gluttonous gusto, which was obviously due to a combination of a drastically increased appetite and now having four stomachs like a cow does. Eventually, once she was done consuming the entire stack of tire-sized pancakes, Molly gently patted her sides of her now taut belly with a sense of satisfaction, burping a little in the process.