Cow Girl III, Part 24

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Summary: Sequel to Cow Girl II. Decades following Lucy's ordeal, the cow-person condition is becoming an epidemic. Laura has the misfortune of contracting the gene. Contains: Pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, multiple breasts, udders, lactation, and more.

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The local news was playing faintly on the radio. Sunlight filtered in through slightly disheveled blinds, onto plaid blankets and scratchy sheets. Veronica yawned awake. She blinked a few times.

The first thing she noticed was that she was in an unfamiliar bedroom. The second, was that there was another person—people—were in the bed with her.

And the third thing made her scream.

Mindy and Bullboy awoke instantly, disoriented, disheveled, and still slightly drunk. But once they all got a good look at each other, they joined Veronica in freaking out.

Both girls were sporting rounded bellies on their previously slim abdomens. In fact, they both looked six months gone.

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Laura was coming down from her latest orgasm when a gush of fluid splashed between her thighs.

“Ngghhhh…” she groaned, thighs quavering as her belly was seized by pain and tension, all while Brad was still inside of her.

“Shit,” said Brad, thrusting regardless, until every last bit of his seed was pumped deep. All the while, he tried to maneuver her in a better position as she continued to groan from the conflicting feelings of pain and pleasure.

Brad pulled out, incidentally causing more fluids to splash down against the mattress. Her water had broken. She panted quietly, her belly unbelievably large, taking up most of the king-sized bed by then, swollen and overwhelming, clearly larger than the rest of her body. It shuddered with the collective movement of all her children, faint red lines beginning to blossom against her perfect skin in threat of darkening into stretch marks. She couldn’t believe what had become of her. She couldn’t have gotten up had she tried. She was stunned by how truly round she was, the large mass of her belly sitting before her, sinking into the mattress like a bolder. It was huge. In the wrong position, it could surely crush her. She clearly hadn’t thought things through.

“Moooo…” she heard herself groan as Brad straightened to his knees behind her, running his hands up and down her plump hips. He reached forward and took her hands as she whimpered with the tension building throughout the mass of her belly.

“Shhh…” she urged calmingly, hands gliding up her arms to her shoulders, then back again.

“I think I have to go to the…mmmm…hospital,” she groaned out, trying not to panic. She was about to have a baby. Several of them. She hissed out, and clutched what she could of her mass.

She couldn’t see Brad’s face at that moment, but he sounded just as terrified. “Haven’t you been watching the news? The hospitals are all backed up. They recommend a home birth in these situations.”

“What? Since when!?” Laura snapped.

“They’re completely congested. They would probably turn you away if you showed up. Though I doubt you’d make it. I doubt we could even get you off the bed or in the car.” He gave a shaky laugh as Laura’s face contorted in both ire and discomfort. “If it helps, cow girls have an almost zero percent mortality rate during birth. I did do some research.”

“Fuucckk,” she groaned, squirming. He helped her shift slightly, to spread her thighs wider. She felt like something was about to pop out of her, loins aching as they grew progressively tighter. She was almost afraid to release. Her labia quivered. “G-get my phone!” she cried out.

“What?”

“Get it! Call Green. Tell her—tell her it’s me. She works with my mom.”

Brad obeyed, and in only moments, he had the doctor on speaker phone.

“Ms. Lawrence?” said Green drily.

“I’m in labor!” Laura blurted, then fell into panting. She resented that she was in such a vulnerable position, that she was being forced to seek aid from someone she disliked.

Green paused on the other line. “I’m surprised you were able to make this call. Things usually progress quite rapidly with women in your…condition. It’s all natural. Let the process move along.”

“There are…unusual circumstances,” Laura whimpered, palming but failing to reach her groin beyond her mass. Brad was rubbing her shuddering hips.

“Oh?”

“I go re-impregnated,” Laura blurted out. “I—I let the same guy fuck me! Several times!”

Brad frowned at her crassness.

Green hesitated again. “Ms. Lawrence, I’m sure you know that is inadvisable. As it can’t be undone, I can only inform you that you will only birth your oldest litter. It may be a longer and more difficult process as your body tries to maneuver the ripe children into your birth canal while bypassing the others. You see, your babies will have different gestational ages.”

“Mmmooooo…” Laura huffed and tried again. “So I’m going to s-stay like this? Mmmm…”

“Only until the others are ready to be born. Exactly...how pregnant are you?”

Laura doubted she could articulate it. She was flushed and overwhelmed between her rapid labor and her knowledge that her pregnancy would go on even after the labor ended. She gave Brad a distressed look.

“You need to stay calm,” he said soothingly. “You need to focus on giving birth.”

“Fuck you?” she hissed out.

“Laura…”

But she had chosen this. It had been worth it to ride Brad’s monster cock again.

Her belly gave a sharp clench, causing her to arch and twist, while remaining firmly pressed into her mound. She felt as though she was attached to her belly rather than the other way around. Her breasts were hugely swollen and jammed into her chin, all four releasing squirts every time a contraction hit. Her udder was squished uncomfortably against the mattress, her long, wriggling teats pouring milk that seeped through the sheets. She hardly knew how she could maneuver the babies out of her with all the conflicting masses partially blocking her opening. She moaned out as Brad spread her thighs wider. “I’ve got you.” He explored her with his fingers.

Another contraction tore through her. She felt like she could burst from the pressure, that squeezing sensation, as something was jammed deeper through her pelvis. “Mmmooooooo…” And even her belly seemed to roll forward, pushing wider with the force of her laboring body, pressing harder into the mattress, babies writhing against her taut skin. “Gonna burst, gonna burst,” she whined.

“You’re doing fine. Just let it go.”

“Mm, it’s coming, oh god,” her thighs trembled, hips bulging. It was so fucking big. “F-fuuckk…”

“You can do this,” said Brad, still cupping her opening.

She pushed, her body flushed and sweaty as her belly quavered and Brad rubbed into the flesh with his free hand. Her stomach gave a vicious jerk, that made her yelp, milk spraying practically across the room from her four nipples. “Oh god, oh god, oh—mgghh—mmmmmm!” She pushed again as the contraction overwhelmed her. Her belly jerked again, causing her to wheeze out. “Brad they’re too buh-big, they don’t…mmm…fit…mooo…” Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. She was just so tight. It was unbearable, and painful, causing her to twist, and press her girth harder against the mattress.

“What do you want me to do?” said Brad.

She ignored him, instead struggling to breathe, her loins really bulging, something stuck in her passage so tight she whined. As the next contraction shuddered through her, there was a squishing sensation, and something popped free, causing her to scream.

“It’s the head,” said Brad, between her whimpers and huffs. “Just a little more.”

“Fuuuu…mmmm….” The contractions were now rolling on top of each other, more and more of the mass squishing out as her body pushed whether she wanted it to or not. Brad’s hand guided the baby, until there was a large, wailing infant gathered in his arms.

“That was fast at least,” said Brad, as she glared at him, breathless and wan. Her attention shifted to the baby. He looked mystified at the thing in his arms. “Shit, Laura…”

The baby was extraordinarly fat, with huge doleful eyes, and—was that a tail!?

Yet he was gorgeous.

Balanced against the massive girth of her belly, she reached out tentatively, almost uncertain as to whether she was allowed. Brad settled he baby into her arms, partially balanced on the upper curve of her belly, and she marveled at the child. But then something shifted in her abdomen, something dropped. Brad quickly extricated the baby from her grasp as she moaned and clutched her stomach, the pressure hitting a surge that made her eyes bulge.

“Oh, no, baby.” She palmed at her gut. “Guuhhhh, s-stopp.” It was happening too fast. Her labia bulged.

“Here we go,” said Brad shakily.

“Ughh…”

He set the first infant down beside them. It writhed fitfully, surprisingly active for a newborn.

“You have to push, Laura.”

“D-don’t want to.” She gave a shuddering sob, but it got caught in her throat. She could feel the bulk of this one. She covered her face with her hands, her belly flushed red and tight. She shifted her harder against her belly, her groin stinging worse from the momentum.

“I want to move,” she whispered through her tears.

“You can’t, Lor, you’re too far.”

“Fuuckk…mmmm…” she tried to move regardless. He held her thighs tight and apart. “Big…fucking…babies!” she griped.

“Yeah…” she Brad, apologetic.

She clenched here eyes shut, fidgeted, and pushed through the next contraction. Over the following several hours, she proceeded with the arduous process of birthing an impressively large litter of cow-children.

The End

(Stay tuned for the Epilogue).