Cow Boy, Part 1

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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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Lucas’s black protruding ears could usually be hidden with a hat. He had a few black patches on his arms and legs so he wore long sleeves to school, though body makeup sometimes came in handy. His nose was a bit flatter than it should have been, but most people didn’t take notice.

He had light hair, a slim frame, and somewhat large eyes. Most people saw that as a positive thing.

People saw him to be human, a full human, even though Lucas knew that it was only part-true.

He headed down to dinner that evening where he took his usual seat at the dining room table between two of his brothers.

Lucas had eight rowdy brothers, each the same age that he was – eighteen – and each also seniors in high school. All eight of them had random cow features – a patch here, a tail there – but Lucas suspected he was more cow-like than the rest of them.

Worse, he wasn’t anything like them. His brothers were all energetic, tall, muscular, and restless. Lucas was small and shy. And things were only getting worse.

Puberty had done a number on him. His balls had never dropped, and only seemed to be…shrinking. His penis was getting progressively smaller as well. In addition to that, Lucas had developed two extra nipples on his chest, a few inches below the original pair.

Lucas was starting to realize that he was more different from his brothers than he had originally thought. He had learned about people being…intersex, in school, of course. He just wasn’t sure how that applied to people who were part-cow.

Lucas always wore vests and undershirts, and never went topless. Even his family members didn’t notice his extra nipples or his other changes.

Only recently, Lucas had shed all the hair on his pubic region. In its place, he had also developed a pinkish patch of skin with four small nipple-like bumps protruding from it. It was undeveloped, and quite invisible beneath his clothes, but it was undeniable what it was. After all, his mother had one.

Lucas watched his eight brothers dig in to their large dinner portions. Lucas picked gingerly at his plate. Though slim, he always ate small, careful portions. He didn’t want to put on weight, because he gained it very easily, and it always went to awkward spots like his chest and ass. Plus, it was always hell to get rid of it.

Oddities aside, Lucas lived a relatively normal life. Still, he sometimes regretted that he was so different from his classmates at school, that he had to cover himself up all the time with sleeves and hats, skipping out on pool and beach outings with flimsy excuses. Sometimes he just wanted to be normal like everyone else. Lucas placed the last of his noodles into his mouth, and swallowed, but his stomach still growled. His body was always eager to meet the needs of his cow DNA. He was programed to eat, eat, eat.

“More, dear?” said his mother.

“No mom, I’m fine…” Lucas lost his train of thought as he watched his mother stand up from her spot at the head of the table.

At thirty-six, Lucas’s mother’s small frame seemed almost overwhelmed by the two pairs of volleyball-sized breasts perched on her chest, supported by two pairs of JJJ-cup bras, from which each mound bulged. Her slim stomach gave way to a plump pink udder that protruded from her torso like a melon and was supported by an overall-like flap that was strapped around her hips.

With care, she headed to the kitchen, her mounds wobbling as she moved. Lucas stared after her.

Lucas supposed things could have been worse for him.

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That afternoon, Lucas’s class took a field trip to the local farm.

He trailed after the group in boredom as one of the farm guides led them to different state-of-the-art henhouses stuffed with over-fed chickens as they floundered about.

The guide then led them up a stair case that brought the class to a balcony area that went through different sections of the main barn, where everyone could look down at the animals. Once on the balcony, Lucas leaned on an arm rail and stared down in shock.

“Face masks please,” said the guide, indicating dust masks he had distributed earlier in the day.

Lucas hardly heard. One of his friends came over and pulled Lucas’s dust mask on for him as Lucas continued to vacantly stare down at the interior of the barn.

It was full of cows, hundreds of cows. They were packed in so tightly, most of them could barely move. Lucas watched as hoses protruding from the walls, hissed, then started releasing green and purple sprays that left a strange fog hanging over the cows.

“Though the chemicals can’t reach us here, it’s always good to use extra precautions,” the guide spoke over the students. “The female cows below are being treated with growth hormone and fertility drugs to ensure fruitful pregnancies and abundant milk production for the duration of their fertilities. Moving on…” The guide began to walk, and the students followed him along to where the balcony overlooked the next section of the barn. It was hard for Lucas to tear his eyes away from the cows below, but he managed to do so, and hurriedly followed his class. In the next section, Lucas quickly went back to gaping.

Here, there were fewer cows, but they took up just as much space. Most were larger than Lucas have even thought an animal could possibly be, their round stomachs hanging almost to the ground, udders so plump, the cows could barely stand properly on their hind legs. Each cow stood in a growing puddle of milk, as they moaned unhappily, bodies heaving, straining to support whatever was growing within. Lucas was in a state of shock.

“As you can see,” the guide continued. “Our trademark formula is several times more effective than the industry standard. Because all of our cows routinely produce multiples – yes – litters of baby cows – we provide an abundant supply of livestock to the entire state, and several of our neighbors.”

There were “oooohhs” and “ahhhhs” as the students pointed and gawked.

“How do the cows feel about it?” Lucas heard himself say.

The guide threw him a glance. “Son, they’re cows. They don’t have feelings.”

The class chuckled.

“Admittedly, the bovine here don’t last as long as normal cows,” the guide continued. “They produce so many offspring, it’s hardly an issue. When they can’t breed any more, we move them on to the slaughterhouse. And yes, the high turnover rate means we have an abundance of fresh beef. How do steaks sound for lunch?”

The class cheered and the guide chuckled.

“Just a few more legs of the tour, then we’ll hit the cafeteria. Ahead, you’ll see…”

The class moved along, but Lucas felt sick. As he watched the others move down the balcony to view the next section of the barn, he slipped off and made his way back down the stairs and the outside of the building.

Lucas moved along the wooden walls for a while, looking for a door besides the public entry way. On the side of the barn he finally came upon wide double doors, which the farmers must have used to move herds of cows in and out. He undid the chain and easily opened the door. There wasn’t a lock, but Lucas supposed there wasn’t a big need for one.

Lucas made his way into the first section of the barn where heifers were idly munching hay, yet to be impregnated and encumbered by the unnatural burden of pregnancy with multiples.

“Get moving,” he hissed, attempting to push a cow towards the door, but it wouldn’t budge. “C’mon.” Lucas pushed harder, but it was just too heavy and disinterested in the prospect of escape.

Lucas tried several other tactics, such as clapping, waving, and swaying his arms, but the cows would not move. Mid-way through his efforts, there was a hissing noise, and Lucas looked up.

He had forgotten about the hoses. Green and purple sprays filled the air, invading Lucas’s nostrils, causing him to choke and gag, and take more of it in. He stumbled around, looking for cover. Spotting a door, Lucas ran through it, and snapped it shut behind him where he continued to gag. Parts of his body were strangely tingling. He could see some of the spray leaking under the door.

Lucas walked away from it, and the room grew darker. He could see shadows of objects, but it was hard to tell where he was. He started heading for the opposite side of the room, when the ground gave way, and he fell into a pool, choking and splashing.

It was a large tub of something warm and…gooey. Lucas struggled to swim in it as it soaked through his clothes and splashed between his legs. He tried to remain above the surface, but felt himself being sucked downwards. He managed to take in one more gasp of air before he was suddenly beneath the fluid, where he struggled for leverage, and held his breath. Just when he was sure he would drown, he fell through a large opening at the bottom of the tank, was pushed through a large pipe, then dumped on the floor of a new room, where he took in several gasps of air.

Lucas looked down at himself. His body was covered in a transparent goo. In fact, he was sitting in a puddle of the fluid. The floor was ceramic, resembling the bottom of a pool, and there was a single cow standing around there, not having much to do.

Lucas heard murmurs above him. He slowly raised his gaze to see that the balcony overlooked this section of the barn as well. Several of his classmates were pointing down at him in surprise.

“This room is new,” the guide spoke as he peered down at Lucas with a raised eyebrow. “For now, it has been dubbed the ‘Flood Room.’ Though equipped for the treatment of dozens of cows at once, we are starting with just one for this experimental treatment. It will be our farm’s new and efficient way of inseminating several cows at once. Through that very hose, from which your classmate decided to make his dramatic entrance, the room will fill with a unique sperm-filled solution that will cover the cows up to their hindquarters – not so high as to cover their heads. This solution will make the containing sperm skilled and aggressive fertilizers. Impregnation will take only seconds, and should produce abundant litters of uniquely large calves. Of course, it is still in the testing phase. Because we are not yet sure whether the mother cows will be able to handle the size of these genetically-engineered young, we are starting with just this one.” The guide nodded to the lone cow beside Lucas.

The class processed this information for a moment.

“Sperm?” someone said.

The class burst into laughter as they pointed at Lucas. The guide merely sighed and shook his head. He gave Lucas a disapproving look.

Eugh, sperm? Lucas cringed at the goo on his body. Scowling, he stood and searched for an exit. There was only one door, and he had little choice but to walk through it.

“Through the next chamber,” the guide continued, as he and the students walked along the balcony, following Lucas to the next section of the barn. “The inseminated cows will be rinsed off with our state of the art cleansing system.”

Which basically means sprinklers, Lucas thought in annoyance as he was sprayed with water from all directions.

“The jets clean the fur without bringing harm to the cows,” the guide went on, as the students continued to giggle at Lucas’s dilemma.

Ignoring them, Lucas navigated his way through several more doors, before eventually finding his way outside the barn.

He took a few moments to catch his breath, running his hand through his hair, and only then noticing that his cap was gone.

His cow ears twitched. Fuck… Lucas thought. Though it would look bad if he ditched out on the class trip, he only lived a few miles away. He knew he could make it before night fall if he was fast.

Hesitating only for a moment, Lucas turned and sped off.

He had seen enough anyway.

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