Cow Boy, Part 6
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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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It was late at night by the time they got back to his house, Lucas’s mounds prominent and jiggling against his body, no longer being squeezed beneath too-small bras and snug waistbands. On the porch, the two shared a deep kiss, Ralph playfully squeezing Lucas’s plump bottom.
Lucas laughed. “I have to go,” he said, lightly shoving Ralph away.
Quietly as he could, Lucas slipped inside and to his bedroom. He changed into a worn t-shirt that didn’t fully cover his belly, and some loose boxers that were shoved low, the waistband pulling only partially up over the udder. He then dropped to his bed, feeling almost inebriated by euphoria. He winced as his mounds rocked, and quickly reached down to steady his udder.
Everything was tender now from Ralph’s contact, his breasts and belly feeling fuller than before.
For a while Lucas laid there, shifting, fidgeting, unable to sleep. At first he thought it was from his giddiness, and then from his soreness, until eventually his body told him the cause.
His stomach grumbled. Lucas groaned as hunger pains began to assault his plump midsection.
And though he was exhausted, the powerful waves of hunger overwhelmed any hope he had of getting sleep.
Lucas climbed out of bed, pulled on his jacket, tugged on some shorts, and placed his feet back into his sneakers. He then opened his bedroom window, climbing through it more carefully than usual, especially considering how round he was getting at the torso. It had taken away a good deal of his flexibility and grace.
After lightly dropping onto the grass, he walked down the block, feeling too high from his evening with Ralph to care about the four breasts visibly stacked on his chest, wobbling as he walked, or the mound of his udder bulging in the front of his shorts, its shape visible under his jacket. He barely even noticed the deli-clerk’s stares as he grabbed a basket and began stuffing it with snacks.
Lucas returned to his family’s property with his bags of food, and took his usual spot in the bushes, where he quickly got to work stuffing his fretful stomach. Cake after cake was shoved into his cheeks, bags of chips poured into his mouth.
Lucas groaned after the last of the snacks had been consumed. His belly felt so full. He slid up his jacket and stared at the way his belly protruded from his torso. “Mmmghhhh…” he moaned at the tightness, holding it, rubbing it. Maybe it was indigestion. He did have four stomachs. Lucas released a humorless chuckle as he continued to rub the mound.
But the pressure only seemed to be growing. He fell into panting, wondering if something was wrong. Maybe he had gone too far this time. His forehead sweating, Lucas grunted as the pressure peaked. He yelped as a popping sensation shot through his navel, and stared, in fear that it had ruptured, but no, it was just…
Protruding.
Lucas ran his fingers over his now-protruding belly button. He continued to pant. It was weird. It was the thing that happened to pregnant women once they hit their third trimester. And it would be noticeable in anything he wore. Just how was he going to conceal this from onlookers?
Lucas tugged his shirt down, and just as he had suspected, his now-bulging navel protruded visibly against the cotton. It was horrible.
Lucas held his stomach. It didn’t look or feel like a normal belly anymore. A normal belly was soft, flabby, not spherically round and firm as his was.
Nothing about this was normal.
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Lucas was nervous. He took to avoiding his parents. He truly didn’t know what to say. His midsection was getting rounder and rounder, on top of all his other changes.
His udder too was getting plumper and plumper, nubs distending like short, chubby fingers. He had to wear bigger shirts, baggier jackets. He struggled to find tight bras and bandeaus that might conceal his four breasts, but they had gotten so plump, nothing was cutting it anymore. Lucas just couldn’t take it.
And so he gave up.
He walked out of his room in shorts and a tank top. He had managed to stretch the tank top down as far as his navel, but his bellybutton visibly protruded out beneath the fabric. Was it him, or was that too getting larger? His round udder bulged heavily against his waistband. It was nearly fully developed by then, to Lucas’s unease. His four breasts were round, plump, fat E-cups, areola puffy and nipples quite large in size, terribly sensitive, and always seeming to be erect. Even his backside was plumper behind him, sticking out as though not to be undone by the other mounds.
“Mom…dad,” said Lucas.
His parents looked up from the papers they had been reading and stared at him in surprise. Lucas usually always tried to cover himself up now that he had gotten so…full. His udder, especially, was a source of discomfort for him. But at present, Lucas was holding his evident abdomen. It was so round, he could have passed as being eight months along with child.
“Lucas…” said Cona.
Lucas grunted in discomfort as his stomach growled. He rubbed the mound, his face reddening. “I…mmm…I don’t know what’s happening to me,” he said weakly. “But I…I think I could use some help.”
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His father decided to run some tests.
Lucas sat on a table in the basement lab, fidgeting as he waited for his father to return. Webber had taken urine, blood, even hair samples from Lucas. Lucas distractedly snacked on a large bowl of nuts his father had given him, but Lucas finished them in only moments. And so, he sat there and waited. Lucas groaned as his stomach gurgled unhappily.
Lucas looked up as his father walked back into the room. Webber pulled up a chair to sit in front of him.
This couldn’t be good.
Lucas gulped.
“Well, Lou, my findings have been…interesting, to say the least. But I can conclude why you’ve been going through all these changes.”
Lucas nodded, full of nerves.
“Your hormones are off the charts – cow and human ones alike. Your metabolism, reproductive, and mammary systems are all actively responding to your condition in preparation for-”
“My condition?” said Lucas.
“Oh,” said Webber. “Well, you’re pregnant.”
Lucas’s face went blank. “P-pr-” That wasn’t even possible. He was a guy!
“I’m a bit disappointed in you, to say the least,” Webber continued. “I know your mother’s going to have a cow. For now, I’d like to run a sonogram to see what’s going on in that belly of yours. And then we can…”
Webber went on and on, Lucas still lost in confusion. “This is a joke,” Lucas interrupted. “I can’t be pregnant. I’m not—I—I didn’t-” he stammered. He hadn’t even been sexually active until the night before!
Webber gave him a doubtful look. “Lucas, I ran the test three times.” He sighed. “You know you’re not like other boys, Lucas. We’ve told you from the start. The possibilities, well—they’re endless. Do you think it was easy for your mother to accept that she was pregnant with a litter of part-cow babies? Your biology is incredibly unique. We’re still learning more about it every day…” he blathered on.
Lucas continued to stare at him in disbelief. “Don’t tell mom,” were the next words that came blurting out of his mouth. He had to figure out what the hell was going on. How could he be pregnant!?
“Lucas…” said his father disapprovingly. “She’s going to figure it out eventually. You’re already looking quite…well…” He cleared his throat. “Round.”
Lucas reddened. “I have to go.” He eased himself off the table and began to walk out of the lab.
“Lucas,” Webber called after him. “I still want to run that sonogram. Better if you go into this prepared. As you know, your mother ended up carrying-”
Lucas slammed the door shut behind him.
“Nine,” Webber sighed.
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Lucas went to his room and spent the rest of the evening in bed, tossing and turning, and repeating the question in his mind. Pregnant, how could he be pregnant?This had to be a mistake, something that stimulated pregnancy and fooled his father’s tests.
Lucas’s belly grumbled. He rubbed it with his hands.
With some awkwardness, he sat up, and began to open his bedroom window, when there was a knock on the door. Lucas turned just as his father poked his head into the room.
“Brought you a snack,” said Webber as he entered with a tray of food.
He had brought Lucas’s favorite: grilled cheese. Only, there were five sandwiches, each oozing their gooey contents. And was that bacon too?
Webber lowered the tray to his desk, and Lucas reluctantly went over, lifting a sandwich and munching on it. His belly seemed to gurgle in appreciation. He reddened, and if just in anger, began to chew more aggressively on the sandwiches, stuffing them down.
Webber took a seat. “Do you want to talk?”
Lucas shook his head. “It’s a mistake,” he tried to explain.
Webber sighed. “Still with the denial? You’re going to be a mother soon, Lucas.”
Lucas’s face heated at the term. “No I’m—”
“-and that’s something you’re going to have to accept. Look how much you’re showing. Even your belly button’s sticking out.”
Lucas continued to shake his head. “Dad, you’re wrong,” His cheeks puffed out as he indulged in his third sandwich. “I’m am not—”
Lucas froze as he felt a strange sensation in his stomach. Almost like…movement. His face paling, he looked down as his belly button subtly throbbed. The chunks of grilled cheese in his mouth were left forgotten.
