Cow Boy, Part 4

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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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His breasts were bulging in the B-cup bras he was wearing. It had been mortifying enough to purchase them, sneaking around the mall as though he was a shoplifter. And now he had to deal with bulging out of them. In addition to that, his backside had gotten rounder, fuller, his hips wider, and thighs thicker. He was starting to resent himself. Lucas regularly found excuses to cancel on Ralph. The more he grew, the less he could stand the thought of facing him.

There was a knock on Lucas’s bedroom door one evening.

“Lucas, Ralph stopped by,” Cona called.

Lucas’s body went tense. He climbed out of bed and pulled on the baggiest clothes he could find, but when he faced his mirror, he found that he was still not satisfied with the prominence of his curves. Forcing himself to turn away, Lucas reluctantly opened his bedroom door.

Ralph let himself in.

“Ten minutes,” Cona warned as she walked off.

“Yeah, okay,” Lucas agreed, closing the door. He hesitated before finally turning to face Ralph.

“What’s wrong?” said Ralph as he sat down on the bed. Maybe he could sense Lucas’s self-consciousness. Ralph patted the spot beside him.

With a sigh, Lucas headed for the spot, but as he turned to sit down, Ralph pulled him closer, so they were right next to each other, bodies touching.

“Ralph,” Lucas warned, though he couldn’t help the way his lip curled upward.

Ralph’s hands slid along Lucas’s hip, before moving down to Lucas’s lap to cradle the udder nestled there. He idly massaged it with his fingers, causing Lucas’s breathing to thin. “Ralph, what are you…mmmmm…” he moaned, growing warm, his four breasts heaving. Ralph kissed his shoulder and massaged him more.

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Most pants were now out of the question to Lucas.

He held up his favorite pair of jeans and could hardly comprehend that he had been so slim only recently. Grimacing, he dumped them on the ground in the corner of his room.

It took Lucas a while, but he finally found something that fit—his newest and baggiest pair of sweatpants. He really needed to go shopping again. He still couldn’t believe how much weight he was putting on.

Going to school was awkward in the loose sweatshirt he had put on, his four breasts absolutely straining in the B-sized bandeau wrapped around them. At times, Lucas felt as though he could barely breathe. He spent most of his free time throughout the day with Ralph, who took to frowning over at him.

“You seem uncomfortable,” Ralph said during study period.

“I am uncomfortable,” Lucas assured.

“Then just take some of that stuff off,” said Ralph, as though it was the most rational thing in the world.

Lucas looked at Ralph as though he was insane. Didn’t he understand the ramifications of a four-breasted guy with an udder? Lucas’s life would be over! Everyone would know he was a freak.

Lucas looked down at his books and ignored Ralph, unwilling to even humor an argument about his closeted cow status. He took frequent bathroom breaks throughout the day to let his mounds breathe. The udder was plump and tingling, nubs now two inches long. He had even started using some hosiery to conceal their presence, but there was no hiding the curiously rounded shape in his pants, subtle as he tried to make it.

“Hi mom, hi dad,” said Lucas monotonously as he walked in that evening, head bowed and body hunched. “Hey bros.” He threw a hasty wave at his three brothers who were presently roughhousing in the living room and not paying Lucas any mind. “Well I’m gonna get studying.” Lucas went straight to his room where he locked the door, sat down on his bed, struggled with his clothes, and finally let his udder loose.

It bulged out from the shapewear, rising like dough to perch between his spread legs as he breathed heavily and gently cradled it.

Lucas couldn’t help stroking it, his face reddening and udder tingling. It was practically begging for attention. He gently massaged it, barely able to contain his whimpers, and resenting himself all the while.

“Lucas! Dinner’s ready!” Cona called from downstairs.

Lucas opened his eyes and wiped some sweat from his brow. He got up and changed. In addition to bras and shapewear, he had purchased long supportive underwear. His male genitalia had all but disappeared within the plumpening folds of the new thing between his thighs. It eerily made sense that he would be purchasing female underthings, but he still didn’t like it.

After hastily getting into the long fitted underwear which he pulled up over the udder, Lucas donned a large pair of basketball shorts. He could feel the udder uncomfortably squeezed against him, though he thought it to be a lesser evil than his family ogling his changing physique. Lucas especially couldn’t stand the concerned gazes of his parents, measuring him every day.

Lucas finished off the outfit with a baggy t-shirt, though it did little to hide his budding breasts, and he couldn’t bear the thought of squeezing back into the bandeau, uncomfortable as it was.

Looking down at himself, Lucas cradled his lower breasts, which were just as plump as the upper ones. He turned to his side, surveying his profile in the mirror.

His hands slid down to his full belly, which was uncomfortably bloated and round. He almost looked the way his teacher, Mrs. Gorson, had looked when she was five—maybe six months pregnant. Odd.

Lucas sighed and headed down to dinner, where he kept his head down and stuffed his face, if just out of spite for it all. His parents observed him but said nothing. Any efforts to cheer him up would have been futile anyway.

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Ralph invited Lucas on another late-night excursion to the farm in an effort to life Lucas’s spirits.

Lucas went along with it, if just out of eagerness to visit Rhonda.

Most of the trip there, Lucas was breathless, and quietly panting, though they were walking at a relatively slow pace. His breasts rocked, sore in the two strapless bras supporting them. He was wearing a tank top and some shorts, not caring about the way his rounded belly protruded beneath the hem of the top.

Before long, Lucas and Ralph reached the barn. As usual, Ralph easily slid into the crawl space, and waited for Lucas on the other side.

Lucas hesitated as he eyed the narrow entrance. He carefully got down on his knees and turned onto his back, before slowly sliding his body through the opening, head-first.

Lucas managed to push his head into the barn, then squeeze his breasts through the opening as well, but then his body stopped, this time hindered by the firm roundness of his belly. He tried to shift and turn, but his abdomen just would not fit.

Lucas panted, his face reddening. He was stuck. His four breasts protruded on the inside of the barn, his belly and udder on the outside.

Ralph realized his dilemma and seemed at a loss for words.

“I’m stuck,” grunted Lucas, shifting and squirming.

“What do you mean?” said Ralph. “Lucas, we were just here last week.”

Lucas’s blush deepened. “Ralph…” he pleaded, feeling humiliated. Frustrated.

Ralph seemed to recover from his shock. “Hold on. Let me see if I can find something to break you out of there.”

Ralph disappeared into the darkness, and Lucas could hear him fumbling around, knocking things over. Soon there was something in the air. Something familiar. A subtle suspension…dust? No. Lucas could sort of taste it on the back of his tongue as he inhaled. A chemical. Ralph must have knocked over a canister of something.

As Lucas coughed, his breasts and udder strangely began to tingle. He groaned as they grew warm and tightened, teats and nipples bulging out, udder swelling between his legs, and four breasts plumpening before his eyes. “Mmmmm…” he moaned, his face flushed and loins hot. His upper breasts bulged against his bra before gently popping completely out of each cup. The lower ones followed. Lucas struggled to move, but he seemed to be wedged there even tighter than before. He coughed some more as Ralph hurried back.

“You okay?” Ralph stared his four bloated breasts, how the upper ones were bulging against the neckline of his tank top, cleavage plump and sleek with sweat.

“No,” Lucas groaned, feeling helpless, scared, and disturbed by it all. “Ralph, I’m really stuck over here,” he said breathlessly. “I think – I think you should call my brothers for help.”

Ralph hesitated, nodded, and pulled out his cell phone.

It took an hour, but two of Lucas’s brothers arrived with tools. With Ralph’s help, they managed to break Lucas free of the opening. Afterwards, Lucas was so embarrassed, he could barely look any of them in the eye.

He could feel them staring at him, at the way he had grown, how his mounds were rounder than ever, and his clothes, clinging more tightly to him than before. He was so stunned by the difference, he was tempted not to believe it.

But he could feel the new weight of his growth. He unconsciously cradled the plump mound of his udder. Things were going from bad to worse. And he feared there was no end in sight.