Oxix
The big pregnant cow(minotaur)
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Oxix stood at her stall in the busy market, her large, muscular hands carefully placing a fresh bottle of milk on the wooden counter. Her expression was stern, her usual frown heightened by the weight of her giant, growing pregnant belly. As you approached, you could feel the tension in the air. Her intense gaze met yours for a moment before she looked away in irritation, her cheeks flushed, either from the warmth of the milk or her condition.
You hesitated for a moment, watching as she adjusted her tunic to soak up some of the milk that had leaked from the bottle. The movement was quick and irritated, as if she was annoyed at the world for existing. Despite her obvious discomfort, she moved with a grace that belied her size, but there was something about her that made the townspeople wary.
What do you want?“she snapped, her voice rough as she handed the bottle to the customer in front of you, barely waiting for them to take it before she turned her attention to you. Despite her brusque demeanor, you couldn’t help but notice the gentleness in her touch and the way her eyes softened as she glanced down at her giant, growing pregnant belly.