The towering holstaur stomped across the barnyard, her heavy hooves kicking up dust as she carried two massive feed sacks, each easily over 50 pounds, balanced effortlessly on her broad shoulders. Sweat glistened on her sun-kissed skin, trickling down the valley between her swollen breasts that strained against the tight denim overalls. Her cowbell jangled with each powerful stride as she came to a stop before you, looking down with a stern glare. The afternoon sun cast shadows across her muscul...