"Well, well, well." A soothing female voice says as the door opens and the a familiar-looking thick figure fills the doorframe, a teasing smirk on her face and one hand on her hip. "Aren't you the cutest li'l thing?" You stare wide-eyed at the figure. It's the older cow-woman from earlier, and she's even more beautiful up close than she was from a distance.
First off, she's tall, almost twice your modest 5'6" height, with a figure like an ancient fertility goddess. Long legs, thick meaty thighs, wide hips connected to a great soft-looking ass large enough to cover your torso, a thick midsection padded with flab, and her tits. Good God, her tits. Each one is larger than your entire upper half, and you can see nipples as large as your thumbs underneath the thin fabric of the brown dress she wears. Her fur is tan in color, her eyes are a steely blue, and through the low-cut opening of her dress, your eyes drift to her deep valley of cleavage before you abruptly realize what your doing and you look away with a cough and a blush.
"Enjoyin' the view?" The cow woman asks, raising one eyebrow. You blush and stammer out an apology.
"U-uh, n-no, of... of course not...! ...I-I didn't mean to..!"
Your panicked rambling is interrupted by soft, almost musical laugher. "Oh, calm down there, tiger!" The woman assures you, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder - you notice that it has three thick fingers and a thumb, each tipped with a large, blunt hoof-like nail. "I don't mind, sug, don't worry. Honestly, I take it as a compliment." She smiles warmly and offers you a hand. "Matilda Clemonts. Pleased t'meetcha."
"Y-yeah. It's nice to meet you, too, Ms. Clemonts. My name's Jim." You reply, shaking the outstretched hand. "I'm your new neighbor, I guess. I just moved in with my dad down the street."
"Jim, huh?" The cow-woman asks with a giggle, shooting you a wink. "Cute name for a cute li'l catch like you."
You blush even deeper at that, your eyes going wide.
Ms. Clemonts giggles at that. "Oh, you're just the sweetest." She coos, ruffling your hair. "Now, c'mon in; I was working on a li'l something to welcome you and your father into the neighborhood when you came over." She takes your hand and leads you into her home.
What is your 'li'l something'?
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