Cow Boy, Part 3

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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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A few days later, Lucas was having another study session with Ralph. It was getting late and Lucas could hardly focus on his English assignment.

“What’s wrong?” said Ralph, noticing the frustrated expression across Lucas’s face.

Lucas snapped out of his reverie. “Ah – nothing – I was just thinking about something else.”

“About what?” said Ralph, interested.

Lucas sighed. “Do you remember the farm we went to for our senior class trip – the one a few miles west? They think they’re so ‘innovative’ but they’re really just cruel. I can’t stand the way they treat the animals.”

“The cow?” Ralph guessed.

“Yeah,” said Lucas. “There was this one they were planning to start experimenting on. I can’t stop thinking about her. Wondering if she’s alright.”

Ralph smiled. “Let’s find out.”

“What do you mean?”

Ralph was already standing. “Let’s go.”

An hour walk through the night brought the two to the closed farm. By then, it was very late. Lucas attempted to open the main entrance of the barn, but it was locked. He and Ralph tried several other doors, but nothing had been left open. The two then began to examine the wooden walls for weaknesses and openings.

“Look at that,” said Ralph, pointing to something on the side of the building. It was a small crawl space. “It leads inside.” He crouched down and examined it, before throwing a grin up at Lucas. “I’ll go first.”

Lucas stood back and watched Ralph crawl through the small opening in the barn. He used his cell phone to provide some illumination. Once Ralph disappeared, Lucas then got down on his hands and knees. He found that he had to lower himself all the way down to his waist and elbows to make his way through. It was uncomfortable to have to press his tender body down against the grass.

The opening was tight. He could barely squeeze in. Once on the other side of the wall, Ralph offered his hand and pulled Lucas to his feet. The crawl space had a trap door that led into a supply room.

Once exiting the room, Lucas and Ralph came upon a back section of the barn. Lucas had only a vague sense of where he was. “This way,” he said, walking forward with only the light of his phone to guide him. He could hear Ralph following.

It took a while, but Lucas finally found the cow. He would have recognized her honey fur anywhere. She had a room to herself, and Lucas carefully approached.

“There you are,” Lucas said, running his fingers along her fur. The cow seemed largely the same, though maybe she had gained a bit of weight.

“So this is her,” said Ralph, joining him to pet the cow.

“Yeah,” said Lucas, rather pleased with their success.

-

His…teats seemed slightly longer. Harder. It unnerved him. His udder was getting yet fuller.

Lucas took to wearing longer shirts and higher pants, his mother seemed to notice his weight gain. Lucas fidgeted uncomfortably under the woman’s observant gaze. It was so awkward that Lucas started to keep to himself a lot. He had never really considered the pinkish patch of skin on his lower abdomen to be an udder, not until recently, now that it was getting bloated and full.

“Lucas, I adjusted some of your clothes,” said Cona, walking into Lucas’s room.

Lucas looked up from his desk to notice a stack of clothes in his mother’s arms.

“Hopefully they’ll fit you a little more comfortably now,” said Cona.

Lucas’s face reddened in mortification.

Lowering the clothes to Lucas’s bed, Cona began to walk off, but stopped herself at the doorframe. “Lucas…I know you're going through some changes. Do you want to talk about it?"

Lucas grimaced and shook his head. "Not at all."

"Are you sure?"

“Absolutely.”

“Lucas…”

Growing agitated, Lucas stood and stormed out of the room.

I can’t handle this, Lucas thought. Not his mom. Not when his resemblance to the woman seemed to be increasing every day.

Lucas headed for the kitchen, not knowing how to handle his stress other than through grabbing a snack. He opened the fridge and piled his arms with random edibles. He then closed the door with his foot, only to see his father standing on the other side of it. Lucas froze in guilt.

“Don’t mind me,” said Webber. He opened the fridge and pulled out a soda.

Lucas frowned and started to walk off to the front door where he would go to his usual hiding place, when he heard his father speak again.

“You know Lucas, you mustn’t consider any of this extraordinary. If there were a hundred part-bovine adolescents, I’m sure they would be going through similar things.”

Lucas threw a glance back at him. “But there aren’t a hundred,” he said flatly. “There are under a dozen,” he referenced his brothers. “And none of them seem…quite like me.” With that, he left.

-

Later that week, Lucas mulled over what his father had said. Being ordinary was all he had ever wanted. If cow-people were commonplace, then maybe there wouldn’t have been a problem. But why imagine these scenarios when they were simply impossible. Why couldn’t he have just been born a regular human?

Lucas knew this was a destructive train of thought, so he stopped himself there.

At present, he was sprawled back on his bed, boxers pushed low as his fingers examined the bloated flesh of his udder, nubs now a whole inch long! His fingers slid up the rounded hill that had become of his formerly flat stomach, his bloated chest flesh jiggling slightly as he breathed. The mounds had gotten not only fleshier, but bloated as well. Now they were perky, and almost full, beginning to actually look like breasts, womanly breasts. Almost…B-cups, based on his estimation. Lucas’s hand moved back down to the pink flesh of the udder. It was getting big, oh god, it was getting big. It was awkward – horrifying in ways – the slowly developing bulge in the front of his pants. The more it grew, the more it threatened the delusion of normalcy he had been living under for the past eighteen years.

His dick was now pitifully small, and now sat between a plump fold of flesh, an opening of sorts. And deeper, impossibly deep, there was…some sort of entrance.

Dropping his hand, Lucas sunk back to stare at the ceiling.

After a while, he lifted his hips and adjusted his boxers, pulling them high to hug snugly against the udder. They contained his udder securely, but not too tightly. That would help conceal it for when he went out and to school. In the meantime, he would try to get his eating under control.

But no such thing happened. In fact, as the days passed, the opposite seemed to occur. Lucas ate more and more, and his body seemed all too keen to store the fat and flaunt its presence.

Lucas wore a t-shirt and sweatpants one evening. His belly was rounded and starting to stick out. His two pairs of small breasts were hardly concealed by the tank top he was wearing under his shirt. And the rounded mound of his udder protruded beneath his belly, the most evident of his growths, the nubs visibly pressing into the fabric.

Still, Lucas could hardly care about his appearance. It was the weekend, and he was spending it at home.

Maybe his parents had told his brothers not to tease him on the weight gain. It was strange, but he was treated with careful politeness at home. It made him feel comfortable in his own skin, if just temporarily.

At dinner that evening, Lucas took his place at the large rectangular table. He couldn’t help salivating at the sight of his massive meal. His parents had begun to serve him just as much as they served his bull brothers – maybe even more! He knew he shouldn’t have, but Lucas stuffed his face, gulping down his last bite just as the doorbell rang.

“That’s Ralph,” he said, getting up and walking to the door. He let Ralph in and led him to the living room for their study session.

Taking advantage of the fact that his family was still eating dinner, Lucas suppressed his cravings for seconds to pull Ralph on the couch and kiss him. Ralph accepted the invitation, kissing him back. One of his hands experimentally cupped Lucas’s right lower breast, causing Lucas to tense and redden, but he tried his best to relax. Lately the mounds had been sore and tingly, and Ralph’s touch felt embarrassingly…good. It was a strange relief that Ralph accepted Lucas’s body almost more than Lucas himself did. It was refreshing, exciting, and new.

“Studying?”

Ralph and Lucas quickly separated, looking up to see that Cona had entered the room. She looked surprised, but only mildly. Slowly her lips curved into a smile.

“Yeah,” said Lucas, grabbing a book and burying his face in it, not noticing that it was upside down.

Cona rolled her eyes as she turned off the TV. She absently glanced at Lucas, at the way his belly was beginning to stick out, as though it was reminiscent of something.

-

A few days later, Lucas came clean to his mother about his…chest situation, though she was hardly fazed. It seemed she had already noticed. Which was how Lucas found himself sitting topless on his bed, grimacing as his mother fastened a tight bandeau behind him to support his four breasts.

“Almost…there,” Cona said, as Lucas grunted in discomfort as he was squeezed into the too-small strip of fabric. It was fashioned for breasts that were As, definitely not Lucas’s newly-blossomed Bs. It was meant to (hopefully) keep the mounds compressed and hidden from detection, as least when Lucas left the house.

“There,” said Cona, finally managing to fasten the bandeau behind Lucas’s back.

Lucas panted as he looked down at himself. It was tight, really tight, but it seemed to keep his breasts at bay. No one would notice them through his shirt. “Thanks mom,” said Lucas breathlessly.

Cona didn’t respond. Lucas threw a glance over his shoulder. Cona was frowning. Lucas could tell she wanted to say something, but she remained silent.

Lucas stood, grabbed a shirt, and jerked it on. Standing in his mirror, he uncomfortably tugged it here and there, smoothing it over his rounded belly.

God, I’m getting fat. He uncomfortably cupped the mound of his udder in his shorts. His underpants were getting really snug.

Lucas saw Cona approaching behind him in the mirror. Cona took Lucas’s arms and pulled them away from his torso, bringing an end to the fidgeting.

She offered a strained smile. “You look fine.”

-

It wasn’t long before Lucas and Ralph snuck back over to the farm for another visit to Lucas’s cow. Lucas had decided to name her Rhonda.

As it was late at night and they were not likely to encounter anyone else, Lucas had dressed down, in an oversized jersey and shorts. While his udder was tucked into his shorts and concealed under the longish shirt, his two sets of breasts were protruding slightly against the fabric. The way his nipples irritatingly rubbed against the cotton made Ralph yearn for a supportive device, not tight and squeezing like the bandeau, but something potentially more comfortable like a—like a bra or something. He felt mortified just at the thought.

If Ralph took notice of Lucas’s ongoing weight-gain, he didn’t mention it. When they reached the barn, Ralph pressed Lucas against the wooden exterior wall and kissed him for a while.

Lucas groaned in pleasure as Ralph again fondled his breasts. So maybe he had noticed. A finger stroked the nipple of one of his upper breasts, all four of which were visibly erect.

“You seem to get more gorgeous every day,” Ralph noted, kissing Lucas’s ear.

Lucas rolled his eyes. “I’m just getting more fat.”

There was an awkward pause. “Lucas—”

“Let’s go in,” said Lucas, walking towards the crawl space.

Ralph went through first, sliding his body easily into the opening. When Lucas got down to the grass, it felt too uncomfortable to lay against his tingling breasts, full belly, and sore udder. Instead, he rolled on his back and eased his way through the opening. His rounded belly pressed rather firmly against the wooden frame. Once it was through, Lucas sighed in relief. He had almost been scared he wouldn’t fit. He began to slide his body the rest of the way through, but yelped as his udder squeezed against the paneling. Hissing in pain, he reached down and cradled the mound. He had to wiggle a bit to maneuver it through the opening. As he clumsily got up to his knees, he continued to clutch the mound under his shorts. If it got any bigger he wouldn’t be able to fit at all.

“You okay?” said Ralph, squinting at him through the darkness.

“Yeah,” said Lucas, dropping his hand. He hastily climbed to his feet and tried not to think about how much he was growing.