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Mom Clothes → "Most Fertile" prize-cowbell
...At this point, I've just about given up. I don't know how long I've stared at the image in front of me, trying not to think about anything while also trying to just... magic a solution out of the air. Eventually, I feel the Prompt kind of... nudge me, as if it's trying to make a suggestion. Without thinking about it, I automatically acknowledge it and that's apparently good enough for it, as the phrase 'Mom Clothes' is replaced with '"Most Fertile" prize-cowbell.' What even...
The camera angle's changed. It's apparently a beautiful, sunny day in the country side with limited cloud cover and a small chance of your parents becoming human livestock.
Mom's stall is on a corner now, and she's sitting in a pile of straw, hands between her legs as she squats and leans forward toward the camera, an absolutely massive cowbell attached to her collar and her nipples swelling unnaturally beneath her bikini top.
Her ears have gained a cow pattern, her horns are now white instead of brown, and her tags are now completely blank, and it seems her hair's been styled differently to present more of her forehead. No idea why, but it has. She's aslo got a much... needier expression on her face, although her blush has lost a lot of intensity.
I still see the tail, too. It's curled up in the stall behind her.
I... I can't even. I don't want to Exit, but I don't want to make things worse again. I...

(mature woman, dumb horny cow, huge milky udders, long purple hair, tidy ponytail, lactating, cow bikini, "Most Fertile" prize-cowbell, cow tail, kneeling in a milking stall)
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