A wise man once said "Don't judge a book based on it's cover". Well, from what me and my beloved Molly had endured for the past six grueling months, I'd say that whoever had created that phrase was definitely a compassionate person.Although I am truly thankful that further harm wasn't brought to her, Molly began to change when we finally reached my place and went inside, transforming her into something.....different.
Throughout her transformation, Molly held me in a tight hug due to experiencing a physically painful metamorphosis, where I returned the embrace out of compassion. After all, this was my girlfriend we're talking about here. However, by the time her transformation was done, Molly had become what I would describe as an obese anthropomorphic cow. She now stood at a staggering 7 feet 5 inches tall in height, and weighed around a thousand pounds, including all of that milk sloshing around inside her yogaball-sized udder and Double-J Cup breasts.
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Fast forward six months to present day, and.....Well, some things have changed, while some things stayed the same. When Molly looked at herself in the mirror in her current state half a year ago, seeing what Mr. Changes and his little organization had done to her nearly broke my beloved Molly. Prior to her transformation, Molly was this upbeat and confident blonde that I was proud to call my girlfriend. But nowadays, Molly had become somewhat depressed and very timid, unable to trust anyone else except for me, my family, and her best friends, Alyssa, Emily, and Jennifer.
Though as for her parents, Molly.....doesn't even want to be anywhere near them, due to the fact that they no longer treat her like their own daughter anymore, which pissed me off to the point that I snapped, which is why I had Molly move in with me and the rest of my family. Fortunately, my family owns a very powerful dairy corporation, so yeah, I'm freaking rich, big deal. Though at the time, I was currently more concerned about Molly and her mental state.
After all, when my family wanted to have Molly work for them since her bovine physique produces a lot of milk, I was against the idea, since I was more worried about Molly and I didn't want her to be used as some sort of cash-cow. However, my parents weren't exactly the kind of corporate executives who happen to be greedy. They understood that Molly had been through a lot in the past 6 months. Plus, they treated her like she was their own daughter, so they were very willing to talk things through with Molly, with me staying by her side throughout the ordeal, holding onto her thick hoof-like hands to reassure her. To tell her that I wasn't going to let anything happen to her.
Then again, my parents did give us some good reasons as to why Molly should work for their dairy corporation. For example, one of those reasons was concern for Molly storing an excess amount of milk in her gigantic udder, which wasn't healthy for a cow, especially since a cow's udder has nerves inside their pink mammaries. Besides, my mother was best known as the "Cow Whisperer", because she treats cattle, whether they are a bull or cow, with respect. However, Molly wasn't a full-on cow, she was a Human-Cow hybrid, so it was going to be more difficult since my Mom's never dealt with something like this until now.
In the end though, Molly and I decided to allow her to work for my parents......under a few certain conditions of course. Currently, I was.....