Posted on 2016-11-09 17:26:18
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"Jabber's life sure had been different since finding the music collection. More and more he felt like he knew what he wanted to be. He was proud of his large breasts, his shapely hips, the way he looked in tight pants. Confident, curvy, and dare he say cute, he had become totally comfortable with who he was.

While cleaning up his apartment, he decided to put on some tunes - after all, music helped the work go by quicker, and it filled him with peppy energy. He couldn't help but sway a little as the songs began to play. You love your large breasts. He loved his large breasts! You feel good being productive. It did feel good to be productive, yes. You are a happy cow. Stopping only for a moment, an ear flicking against the side of his head, Jabber took a look over his body. His heavy breasts looked a little pale, while some itchy spots around his neck and cheek made him scratch his dulling claws over them. What was that about cows? Cows have large breasts. That was true, wasn't it?

With a dull "Mmm" escaping his lips he returned to tidying up. The music once again filled his ears as they rounded out, lengthening, drawing away from his head while his horns shortened and became blunt. It warmed him, made his belly feel all tingly while his head swam in sunny thoughts about wide open pastures. The spreading itch didn't bother him so much as the increasing tightness around the waistband of his leggings. Behind him his tail rolled and swayed, thinning down along its powerful length while the feathers frayed into individual, dull hairs. He had to stop. He ran a hand with its stubby, dark-nailed digits through his lengthening headfur, brushing it back out of his eyes and behind his horns. Something was wrong, and it was like his entire being was thrumming outward from a sensation centered on his stomach.

Jabber's hands slid down under the waistband of his leggings, surprised to find them so tight. They were biting into the pink flesh around his middle, and with both hooves - hands - Jabber reached down under the warm weight and pulled up and out. Four short teats flopped free and hung off the curve of a new udder. He let out a relieved, throaty "Moo" as the cool air hit it and his brain flickered with thoughts of eating grass and plenty of fresh milk. The feeling of warmth once again built up behind his udder as it rounded out and fell forward over the curve of his low-cut leggings, perfect for the type of girl with a heavy udder, like him.

Long, ropy tail coiling and swaying behind him, Jabber shook his head. The music faded, and with it the notion that he was a happy cow. Of course he was a happy cow! It was impossible to miss - the hooves, the fur, the dairy-pattern splotches, the pink udder and big boobs. Who could ever mistake him for anything else? He smiled a little, sticking his hip out and putting a thick-fingered hand on it. Now it was time to finish cleaning his apartment...

...or was it her, now?"

Posted on 2018-07-02 10:51:09
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even after a year, i can't decide if i like dragon Jabber or cow Jabber