This choice: She's much larger than you! • Go Back...Chapter #6A Barbaric Bovine! by: Unknown You stand on your side of the ring, tapping your foot against the floor. What's taking your opponent so long? You make a mental note to give this one an extra thrashing for keeping you waiting. In a way, though, you're appreciative of her lateness: it ups your anticipation, and you know you'll enjoy the upcoming battle even more because of it. Still, it wouldn't hurt for her to be punctual.
Now that you think about it, you don't really know who your opponent is. All you know is that she's female. You're about to make a mental check-list of all the species you've fought when you're suddenly interrupted by a faint, but noticeable, quaking coming from the other side of the arena. The audience suddenly goes wild. Your manager didn't lie: your opponent is female. Very, very female.
She's a cow-woman, like you, but the similarities pretty much end there. Sure, you're eight-feet tall, you've got breasts the size of medicine balls, and you could punch someone across the room, but you're relatively... "normal" when it comes to your shape. Your opponent, however, is gigantic.
Standing at around eighteen-feet tall, the minotaur-woman towers over you, a big grin plastered on her face. She's not just tall, either: she's wide, and somewhat bloated at that, her belly jiggling softly with each step. Obviously a big eater, you think, running your eyes over her prodigious form. She's coated in light grey fur, with a somewhat-combed shock of white-and-pink hair sprouting between her ears. Peeking from out of her hair are two horns, somewhat dull, but still looking capable of causing damage. All of these things -- the belly, the weird hair, the horns -- are nothing compared to her breasts, which somehow push out much, much further than her stomach. Both of her tits look bigger than your body -- how is that even possible? The spheres wobble, sway, and bulge with every movement; you can hear a loud, rhythmic sloshing coming from them. In terms of clothes, your opponent is basically naked: she's wearing a small, leopard-spotted loincloth and a matching "bikini" top, two small flaps of cloth covering her nipples -- and little else. Her areolae are clearly visible, and her nipples are tenting the fabric. Why does she even bother to wear a top?
The giant cow-woman licks her lips as she looks down at you, her smile widening. "Puny cow looks delicious!" she bellows, patting her globular belly. "Today is Big Bessie's lucky day!"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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