The cow woman kept looking at you with wide eyes for a few more seconds, gently pinching you between her titanic fingers. You begin to sweat, and it wasn't just from the heat--having a skyscraper-sized creature stare wordlessly stare at you was unnerving, feminine good looks aside. (She looked rather nice in that blue bikini, even on the plump side. In fact, as a normal-sized human she'd still look great--she was plump in a cute, feminine way, not flabby or obese--wait, were you staring at her? Damn, and you'd already felt pervy for grabbing onto her butt...)
You snap back to reality when you hear her giggle, and look back up at her face to see her expression changing.
Her eyes light up with utter glee, ears twitching as she breaks out in a wide, giddy, and let's be honest, really damn cute grin. She lets out a giggle and--you can't believe this is happening--
Lifts you up to her cheek and nuzzles your tiny form.
"Well, aren't you a cutie, little fella! Was that you pinchin' my big rear just now?" She asks pleasantly, sitting down on the towel upon finishing the question. By your perspective, just that simple act was like a building falling out of the sky. You can't help but wince at the muffled WHUMP the impact makes; if she hadn't felt you earlier and ended up sitting on you...!
Well, you were alive, she was friendly, and that was good enough for now. You shake your head clear; "Um, yes...but I WASN'T being a perv or anything; really Miss! You just...kinda walked by when I was standing by the rocks earlier, and I went flying up and...well, I grabbed on by instinct; I didn't know it was your bikini." You give a nervous laugh and rub the back of your head. "And, well; I was hanging on for dear life, and when you were about to sit down...I, uh...figured I should--"
"Get my attention before you got pancaked under my over-sized bum?" the cheerful titaness breaks in with a smirk, cocking an eyebrow. "Oh, and I guess we should get introduced: the name's Lisa."
You can't help but chuckle at her quip. Good thing this...Lisa, has a sense of humor. "I wouldn't put it exactly like that, but...yeah. I'm no pervert, but survival wins over manners." After a moment's hesitation, you give your own name.
Lisa nuzzles you again--which actually felt pretty good--before saying, "Practical little thing, aren't ya? I can get behind that kinda thinkin', squirt. So, what exactly were ya doin' around these parts? Most humans wouldn't come anywhere near a beach like this. And besides, you don't look like you're gonna go swimmin' or anything." With her free hand, she gestures to your clothes--what you normally wore every day, and that distinctly lacked swimwear.
Now it's your turn to stare. Looks like this place did have humans in it, after all. Makes sense, you muse; Lisa's first reaction was to talk to me, so she must have known I could answer her. Aloud, you recount how you got to the beach...and that anthros like Lisa were only fictional where you came from. That surprised the plump cow woman quite a bit, but she was more interested than angry or dismissive. (Though you were quick to avoid talking about how cows back home were meat animals. THAT bit of info would stay a secret for as along as you could keep it).
"A world with just you little guys and dumb critters, eh? Must have been a real shocker to meet a girl like me, right?" Lisa asks, giving her chest and udder a little shake. Even with the difference in size and species, you can't help but ogle a little...and hope that she doesn't notice.
Lisa carefully flattens out her palm, letting you sit down on her hand instead of pinching you. Seated on the soft, short fur of her hand, you look up and ask, "So....what now, Lisa? What happens next?"
Lisa responds with...
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