Cow Boy, Part 13

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Note: This is a male version of Cow Girl II.

Summary: At eighteen, Lucas begins to experience certain physical changes. Contains: Male: pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, multiple breasts, udders, gender transition, and more.

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“The subject might have an easier childbirth than full cows. His anatomy is far less complex. Meanwhile, he seems capable of basic responses, which is indicative of his capacity to take verbal guidance,” Reed dictated into her recorder. Turning it off, Reed placed the recorder into the pocket of her lab coat, before observing as Reynolds did another exam of Lucas.

The two of them had gotten the cow-boy down onto a bed of hay on the barn floor. He was presently leaned back against some other bails, his face flushed and belly throbbing as he breathed deeply, in and out.

“He almost looks as though he’s in labor,” Reed noted.

“Not nearly,” Reynolds responded as he examined Lucas’s udder. “It’s just the strain of the condition.” He glided his hand up Lucas’s belly, to his large belly button, which trembled in response to Reynolds’ touch. His hands moved on to Lucas’s breasts. “Its body appears fully prepared to nurse.” He experimentally squeezed Lucas’s lower left nipple.

“Mmmmm,” Lucas groaned, his face reddening more as milk sprayed from his nipple. He gasped for breath as his other four breasts seemed to tighten, before all four were dripping the creamy white fluid.

Reynolds stared at the heated mounds. “Can you bring me a beaker?” he called to Reed.

Reed turned to get one.

“Moooo…” Lucas groaned again, unable to summon words as milk dripped from his body and pooled on the floor around him. He dropped his head, feeling miserable and mortified. Mostly, he felt self-resentment for not even being able to speak up. Why couldn’t he just speak?

Reed returned with a beaker, and Reynolds filled it with Lucas’s milk. He then set it down beside him, then returned to gliding his hand along Lucas’s belly, pressing it here and there, his hands sinking into the layer of fatty flesh as he examined the babies. Lucas could do little more than moan.

Unsurprisingly, the squirming started up, beginning from his core, to just beneath the surface of his belly, until his button was back to wiggling and his abdomen was practically bouncing with movement. Lucas grunted in discomfort, wanting to hold his belly, but his arms were still bound behind him. He fidgeted his legs but could do little more than endure his babies’ increasingly strong movements. He arched his back, pushing his large mound outwards as he gave Reynolds a pleading look.

Reynolds hesitated, then lowered his hand back against the belly, Lucas deeply exhaling and nodding, pressing his mound harder against Reynolds’ hand.

Taking his cue, Reynolds rubbed Lucas’ belly, Lucas squeezing his eyes shut, praying the babies would relax. God, he was completely packed with them. It wouldn’t be long now. That was his fear. “Unnnghhh…” To his relief, the squirming episode began to subside, Reynolds continuing to rub his hand up and down the beach ball of a belly.

“Fascinating,” Reed noted behind him.

“It’s a wonder that the creature hasn’t gone into labor,” said Reynolds.

Reed frowned at Lucas, almost in sympathy. “We can work on that.”

Suddenly there was a massive growling noise, and Lucas knew that it was his stomach. He had not eaten since his capture. And judging by the streams of sunlight pouring through the opening in the barn’s worn plywood, it was morning time. He must have been there for hours.

“Let’s see how it responds to the feeding tubes,” said Reynolds, straightening up from his crouched position before Lucas. “We may have better luck than we’ve had with the bovine.”

Reed nodded, and walked over to a cart a few feet away, upon which was a portable computer console. Reynolds went to the other side of the cart, opened a drawer, and pulled out a syringe.

Reed glanced up at Reynolds as he approached Lucas. “The appetite enhancer?”

“Couldn’t hurt.”

Lucas would have said that there was no need, had he been able to. His stomach growled again, but Reynolds was already emptying the contents of the syringe into his shoulder.

Reed continued whatever she was doing at the computer, and then there was a beeping noise. What looked like a garden hose—albeit thinner and smoother—slowly descended from the ceiling. The tip had a nozzle that Reynolds caught as several more feet of the hose descended to the floor. Reynolds carried the hose over to Lucas and held it to Lucas’ lips. Lucas took it into his mouth if just because he was that desperate for food.

“Double all doses of hormone and fattener. Set it for an hour.”

Reed’s eyes widened, and so did Lucas’. Lucas began to spit out the hose, but Reynolds was holding it in place.

“Reynolds, look at him. How much more pressure do you think his stomach can take?”

“That’s precisely my point, Reed,” Reynolds responded. “Perhaps we can put enough stress on his womb to induce labor.”

Lucas was struggling now, his litter writhing. But Reynolds comfortingly pet his head, and his ear, then applied a few more rubs to Lucas’ belly, all while maintaining his hold on the hose with his free hand. Lucas breathed deeply through his nose as he felt the appetite enhancers take effect. Now stomach pains were beginning to prickle in his core, and he knew that it would only get worse. Much worse. Lucas was suddenly more ravenous than he had ever felt before, and so were his babies. The squirms grew more forceful and frightening, Lucas swearing he could see his skin pressing out in a few places on his belly. He tried to clutch at it but was again reminded that his arms were bound. The babies would not wait any longer for food. His belly pulsed, up and down, causing his breasts to heave as well. His loins tingled, and he wondered if they would force their way out of him.

Reed pressed a few more buttons on her console. There was a humming noise, and Lucas’ mouth was flooded with food.

Well, Lucas supposed it was food. The taste wasn’t displeasing. It reminded him of pudding, but it was thicker and creamier, and far more heavy when it hit his stomach. Lucas took in great gulps of it, desperate to pacify the creatures within him. His cheeks quickly filling with whatever was being pumped out of the hose, he tried to eat it faster, to get it all down so that not a drop could be wasted.

The babies slowly calmed down, seeming content with the sustenance. Lucas’ nipples began to seep again, this time his teats joining in. And the more Lucas ate, the more relaxed he felt for some reason. He grew weak and lethargic, and came to be quite full quite quickly.

The machine continued to hum.

As seconds turned to minutes, Lucas’ stomachs and womb grew increasingly tight, even more so than usual, more than he was comfortable with. He weakly shook his head and squirmed, trying to indicate that he was finished eating, but Reynolds would not relinquish his hold on the hose. Now Lucas tried to pull back, trying to resist the thick, creamy substance, but Reynolds used his free hand to hold Lucas’ head in place. Lucas’ eyes widened as Reynolds began to push the hose deeper, into his mouth, down his throat. Lucas nearly choked but he quickly adapted as he remembered the babies, remembered that whatever happened to him could have perilous effects on them.

And so, Lucas continued to take gulp after gulp so not to choke, or be punished by these strangers, his face reddening and his belly throbbing. He slumped against himself, having no strength left. He didn’t care what happened to him anymore. He was doing this for the babies. He could practically feel his body being pumped with fat, his metabolism struggling to accommodate it all. His belly progressively tightened and tightened, his face crinkling and pouring sweat as his young were plumpened. He watched the mound rise like dough as greater life was squeezed inside him. The squirming was growing slower, almost lethargic, but with a sense of contentment. He was just so tight. Lucas struggled to keep up. Struggled to consume.

And then there was blackness.

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When Lucas came to, he felt tighter, heavier, and he was bigger…much bigger. He was perched on his knees, his udder squeezed between his thighs and beneath his belly. His wrists were still tied behind him, making his chest thrust out, pushing his belly forward. He groaned, and he could feel the mass—see it roll with life. The babies were constricted, tight and uncomfortable. Goodness, he had gotten big.

He would not be able to escape were he to try. He doubted that he could get up on his own, even if he was untied, even if he tried his hardest. Whatever the scientists had pumped him with had done a number on him and his offspring.

There was a hissing noise, and a subtly greenish gas came spraying out of a pipe in the wall not far from Lucas’s face. There was another hiss, and a purplish spray followed.

Lucas’s eyes widened as his four breasts and udder started to tingle. He grunted as his nipples hardened, swelled, and distended so unnaturally they were taking on a conical appearance. “Nnnngghhh…” They sprayed milk as his breasts tightened and followed, bloating, swelling, becoming more engorged with milk than they had ever been before.

“Mmmmmm….” There was another spray and Lucas was left moaning as his four teats became erect and as his udder tightened between his thighs. From the corner of his vision, he saw Reed and Reynolds return to the room with gas masks on their faces.

Why? Why were they doing this to him?

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