But then, I heard Molly speak toward me, her voice showing subtle hints of worry and concern, as she spoke and asked, "(Name), can I, um...can I ask you something?"
"Yes. Of course, Molly! You can ask me anything!" I swiftly quipped, willing to help put her mind at ease. After all, deep down, I still greatly care about the one thousand pound Human-Cow hybrid that is my beloved girlfriend. Suffice to say, I still loved her deeply.
I watched as Molly momentarily look down at her current stuffed form, gently caressing her bloated taut apron of a belly, feeling her adipose-coated gut twice or thrice, then turned her plump bovine head to look at me and asked, "(Name), do you...do you still think I'm pretty?"
Of course, such a question from her came completely out of left field for me. I mean, the question of one still feeling "pretty" is a rather subjective question. It depends on the person who's being asked such a question. My eyes moved up and down, surveying Molly's rotund bovine form with vivid detail.
Back then, I was narrow-minded when it came how a woman should physically look. You know, hourglass body, big perky breasts, tight caboose. Essentially, a Trophy Wife body. However, that perception changed when Mr. Changes transformed Molly into what she is now. At first, I didn't want to upset Molly, staying by her side out of compassion, sympathy, and self-guilt.
But over the course of a few months, I slowly began to become...let's just say "intrigued" by Molly's plush and fluffy physique. Of course, the intrigue eventually culminated into fascination, and then into romantic adoration. At first, Molly was initially appalled by how fat she was. Fortunately, her friends, Alyssa, Emily, and Jennifer, introduced her to several models.
More specifically, Super-Sized Big Beautiful Women (or SSBBW for short) models. Obviously, Molly's friends wanted to have Molly feel more comfortable to her increased size and girth, despite not being fully human anymore. Anyway, in response to Molly's personal question, I inhaled and exhaled a deep breath, then spoke toward Molly and answerd, "*sigh*...Molly...*exhale*...Molly, we've been a couple for over a year now. I know you're still recovering from what happened at that damned Circus, but..."
From there, I gently grasped Molly's plump right hoof-like hand, squeezing it lightly, despite the clear size difference between me and her. "But do you still think I'm pretty, sweetie?" Molly queried, still showing self-concern for her outward appearance.
"...Molly, you're still the girl I fell in love with after all this time." I swiftly answered, holding her large hoof-like hand with both of my hands in reassurance. Shortly after that, Molly soon rebutted my response and retorted, "...Even if I'm now a big, fat, Cow-Girl?"
Of course, she brought up the big question regarding her now inhuman appearance, which I still had difficulty answering. However, I did the best I could to answer such a sensitive topic, as I exhaled a deep sigh and replied, "*sigh*...To be honest, Molly... This might sound weird, but...I, um...I th-think you absolutely look stunning just the way you are."
Upon hearing what I just said, Molly had this look of shock on her face, greatly surprised by my answer, especially the way I felt about her elephantine, bovine physique. Eventually, she soon came to realize that I still loved her, even though she now weighs half a ton and has a cow udder, as her plump lips slowly pursed into a bashful yet equally aroused smile on her anthropomorphic bovine snout.
Feeling relieved that you still had feelings for her, Molly swiftly pulled you into a tight fat-laden hug, causing your face to be smothered by her Double J-Cup breasts, feeling greatly relieved to hear that you still had romantic feelings for her.