Cow Girl, Part 13

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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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Laura stared down into the massive ceramic bowl set on the table before her. Within it held an amorphous mass which could only be described as a blob. It was largely orange with white swirls in places, white spots in others. It sizzled as it continued to cool, and almost seemed to be pulsing, though perhaps it was entirely her imagination.

Laura waited impatiently for the cheese to cool, fidgeting in her seat. She knew that she would be late to class if she didn’t leave soon. But somehow…she couldn’t explain…this was more important.

The blob was enormous. Pieces of pasta littered it, though so sparsely that it couldn’t possibly qualify as a pasta dish.

The sizzling noises grew fainter and fainter, until if faded altogether. Laura could see the cheese darkening now. She prodded it with her fork a few times, before finally allowing the utensil to penetrate the developing shell. She twisted her fork, coiling strands of cheese, until she had a decent glob of it at the end of her fork.

Laura closed her eyes as the cheese hit her tongue, the goey, tangy mixture causing her cheeks to bulge from its sheer mass. It was a bizarre concoction of sharp and conflicting flavors. Laura swallowed it down in one huge gulp, her stomach gurgling as the cheese hit it. Heavily. She groaned in a mixture of discomfort and pleasure.

Laura quickly dug her fork back into the blob. She stuffed down mouthful after mouthful, and something felt utterly right as she filled herself up. Chunk by chunk, she ate her way through the cheese, her skin heating, and beads of sweat forming on her forehead and between her cleavage, and it was all incredible.

Her insides grew uncomfortable as globs of cheese pushed into her stomach to accompany the abundance of food, fat, and life that was already squeezed within it. The more Laura ate, the heavier, and more exhausted she came to feel. Her four breasts heaved with her thin breathing, but she continued to eat compulsively, almost frantically.

Soon the entire process become quite difficult, but Laura couldn’t have capitulated had she tried. Her fork was replaced with a spoon as she proceeded towards the bottom of the bowl, and soon Laura was drawing increasingly large amounts of oil, with the occasional chunk of cheese, or piece of pasta, all of which easily slithered down her throat.

When Laura found that her spoon was becoming increasingly less fruitful in her attempts to fully consume her feast, she lifted the bowl to her lips, and tipped it back, allowing the remaining oil to trail directly into her mouth.

Laura lowered the bowl, and leaned her elbows heavily on the table, suddenly feeling as though she might collapse. Her whole body was trembling, and her stomach felt so tight, it was on the cusp of being painful. A shaky sob escaped her throat as sweat trailed down her face, and she regretted the episode, the complete loss of control.

“Mmmghhh…” she grunted, her cheeks red, her breasts bobbing forcefully with her thin breathing. The episode had certainly taken a toll. She felt as though she would vomit, though she knew that she couldn’t. That her body wouldn’t allow her to. She had read about the phenomena only recently, and it explained a lot. Her body would not allow her to sacrifice any nutrients, even the excess ones. Anything that she didn’t need would go directly to the spawn.

She could practically feel it. Absorbing, mixing, blooming within her. She held her tight belly and groaned again, squeezing her eyes shut as she did.

Class, she thought. She couldn’t keep doing this. This couldn’t be it for her.

Gripping the table, Laura stood with all her strength. She groaned out as her belly tensed, the chair pushing back and toppling to the floor behind her round posterior.

Trying her best to ignore the overwhelming pressure pushing, pressing, and twisting within her, like a star that was about to explode, Laura turned around and staggered to the door. She took a deep breath, hunched her shoulders, bowed her head, and pulled down the front of her cap. Finally, she forced her weary body out of the dorm apartment.

Laura panted audibly as she made her way through the school. She ignored the stares, instead focusing on putting one foot in front of the other, and hoping not to collapse.

Finally, Laura found herself staggering into class. Keeping her head down, she shuffled her way to the back, refusing to look up even once throughout the process. Just as Laura collapsed into a seat, the lecture hall door reopened, and the professor strode into the room.

Laura pulled her hand down over her face, wiping at sweat, trying to breathe and cool off as the professor walked about, handing out test papers.

Once she received her test, Laura pulled a pen out of her pocket, and immediately began scribbling what she hoped to be correct answers.

She could hear the occasional giggle on the other side of the room—probably Mindy—as well as reproachful hisses from other students. Laura did her best to ignore it all, simply hoping that her classmates were focused on their exams and not on her.

She felt almost feverish. Her sweater was moist against her skin in a way that made her feel disgusting, made her want to tear it off. She just wasn’t used to wearing so much.

She tried not to grunt out when she felt the continuing twinges in her stomach. It felt like something was changing within her. She shifted and squirmed, doing her best to bear the impossible pressure, the pressing, the lurching—her stomach gurgled, and she blushed, ducking her head yet farther.

“Nnnghh…” She could almost feel the stares on her by then. She tried to stay focused on a particularly difficult equation, but her heart was pounding, and everything just felt so tight. Tighter. The sweater was starting to stick to her sleek skin, and her belly almost seemed to be pressing harder into the desk than it had a moment ago. She was so hot, so full, her belly seemed to be pulsing. A quiet whimper escaped her throat, and several gazes darted her way.

The professor approached and leaned down. “Are you alright?” she whispered.

“Yeah,” Laura managed out, writing compulsively, though only producing scribbles. Her skin was prickling. Something inside her was rising, swelling, getting fatter, more tangible, more alive. She could tell. The babies were growing. “Ngghhh…” She gripped her belly, and she could physically feel it swelling, pushing her hands farther away from her as her sweater tightened around her girth. Gasps and whispers littered the room. By then, even the professor was gawking.

Laura mumbled some excuse—she hardly knew—before heaving herself up and reeling for the door, ignoring pointing fingers, the murmured commentary, and her abandoned test paper, before making her exit from the class, all while clutching her stomach, as though to contain whatever was going on within.

Her legs quavered beneath her as she forced herself back to her dorm, all while her belly pushed and throbbed, and her loins tingled. By the time she stepped back into the small apartment, a sob escaped her throat. She jerked up her sweater to stare down at the flushed skin. The mound was plump and sweaty and absolutely huge! She resembled a woman who was eight months pregnant in a normal pregnancy. It could no longer pass as fatness anymore. She looked blatantly with child. And judging by how rapidly things were developing, they would only get worse.

Laura jerked the sweater back down and found herself trying not to cry. Her belly was large and intrusive. She could no longer fit into her attire. She’d had to twist and crane herself just working on her test paper. It was no longer a harmless beer belly, it was practically a fucking entity, and it was not just taking over her body, but her whole life as well! She resented the way it protruded from her form. She tore her eyes away in disgust. Her breasts were heated, nipples tingling. She was practically deformed by then. As Laura heard a knock on the door, she furiously wiped at her wet eyes with her sleeve. “Go away!”

“Laura?”

Laura stiffened. Brad’s voice. Typical.

“I heard you ditched your Math class. Just want to make sure everything’s alright.”

Feeling resigned, Laura opened the door, not before making sure that her sweater was covering every inch of her swollen skin.

Brad’s eyes widened the moment he saw her. His gaze lingered on the sweater—his sweater. He seemed to deliberate before he spoke. “You had a growth spurt,” he said neutrally.

Laura grimaced. She cupped the mound, as though to push it back in, but only managed to emphasize it, and perhaps look a bit tender in the process. “I’m going to lie down,” she spat, glaring as a smile tugged at his lips. “You can go now.” She wasn’t sure how she had gone from the verge of tears to mild annoyance, but she wasn’t about to question it.

Brad raised his arms in a show of surrender, though this mainly just displayed the grocery bag of candies and pastries she had brought along. Laura hesitated, frowned, then she grabbed his shirt and pulled him inside.