Cow Girl III, Part 10

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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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“You’re incredibly sexy,” Brad whispered sweet assurances, his hands rubbing up and down her body in that phenomenal way of his. “In fact, now more than ever. I can hardly resist you, and you know it.” He guided her back to the bed, and Laura found herself cheering up some, if just by the ridiculousness of his profession.

“You’re an imbecile,” she mumbled as she sat down and leaned back on his chest.

Brad just kissed her all over, fingers continuing to massage her,slowly working their way through her scant amount of clothing. She closed her eyes, submerging herself in his endless mutterings.

“Gorgeous...” he assured. “...glowing...healthy....fertile...”

His talented digits made their way down her lower belly. Laura released a harsh breath as they connected with her pubic region, her body arching unconsciously in her combined discomfort and arousal.

She shivered as he stroked her more delicately there. The area hadgotten smoother and softer, and was visibly flushed. It was completely hairless by then, and her skin had taken on an almost rubbery texture. It was sensitive. Laura released a slight grunt as Brad’s hands glided over it yet again. He didn’t even proceed downwards to finger her, he just concentrated his ministrations on her pubic region.

“Your udder is coming in,” he noted fondly.

Laura’s eyes snapped open. “What?” she choked out.

“I thought you’d have noticed…” Brad’s fingers traced over the vague bumps that had begun to emerge on her skin. Four of them.

Laura struggled out of his arms, her face scarlet. “Y-you’re deluded!”

“Laura...”

“Get out!” she cried, deeming it as good a time as any to kick Brad out. “Go!”

She grabbed Brad’s wrist and dragged him to the door, opened it, then pushed him out of her room. She threw his clothes out as an afterthought, and could hear Mindy giggling in the living. Figured that bitch only showed up when no one wanted her around!

Laura returned to the mirror where she stared at her reflection.

She was almost to the point of not being able to hide the bump. Her current wardrobe was doing her no favors, as she was nearly popping out of most articles of clothing, and could no longer fit anything that wasn’t spandexor stretchy. Only recently, Laura had put in an order at her favoriteclothing store for some T-shirts and sweatpants, too embarrassed to shopfor the clothes in-person.

Still, Laura cringed at the concept of wearing looser clothes. They made her feel frumpy and unattractive. It was the alternative to peoplediscovering her true condition, so what choice did she have?

Her friends had taken to avoiding her, or just staring at her like she was an alien when they did see each other. Tragically, Laura was spending an unhealthy amount of time with Brad. His company was almost passable, particularly when she didn’t have any other options. Laura sighed, and turned, and continued to examine herself.

Despite the speculations, and the staring, and the mortifying giggles Laura received in the corridors of her university, most of the attention was still directed towards the fat DDDs on her chest. It was a distraction from her other changes, which she could almost appreciate. The mounds seemed even larger as the BB-cups beneath them pushed againsttheir undersides, subtly heaving them higher on her chest. People couldn’t seem to decide how she had gotten implants without taking any time off from school. Nor could they figure out why the mounds were still progressively growing, or how her nipples could possibly be so swollen and erect, the way the bulged against her taut shirt fabric.

And they were sore. Laura hated leaving them unsupported by a bra, but they were round and plump whether she wore one or not. The main benefit would have been to her BB-cups beneath them, which were flushed, sweaty, and uncomfortably squished, and yet now big enough thatthey needed her upper breasts bobbing atop them, concealing them, and so the upper mounds would have to do without a bra.

Laura plopped down behind a desk at lecture one afternoon. She was wearing a loose T-shirt beneath which she valiantly attempted to disguise her bloated belly. She looked as though she was six months pregnant by then, and others surely would have realized it too, were it not for the plump pillows heaving on her chest.

She had indulged herself a bit, by squeezing into a short, black,spandex shirt, that showed off her widened hips, round ass, andstill-shapely legs, beneath which she wore a pair of nice sandals, so atleast she was able to feel vaguely normal. Laura shifted somewhat, unaccustomed to the sensation of her belly resting on her hips. The mound had sprung up on her seemingly overnight, and she hardly knew what to do with it.

She belatedly realized that her round DDDs were resting on the desk, if just by the disappearance of the tension now ever-present in herback, and the feeling of cool relief of her BBs beneath them.

Laura sighed and dismissed the awkwardness of her belly in lieu of savoring the relief in her lower breasts. They were presently secured in a tight strapless bra about her rib cage, but she knew the mounds stillvisibly bulged out. She entertained the concept of staying that way for the whole lecture, but she could already see the special attention that students were paying to her as they took seats flanking her—frat boys, as usual. Fearful of revealing her anomaly, Laura pulled away from the desk, allowing the weight of her upper breasts to plop back down onto the ones beneath them, with a quiet groan.

It’ll be fine, she reminded herself, shifting and squirming somewhat. This wasn’t going to proceed any farther. She didn’t even entertain the thought of the udder thing. Because Brad was stupid. And this would all be reversed.

As if on cue, Laura’s phone buzzed in her purse. She lifted it beneath her desk and opened her email account.

It seemed to be an automated message from the clinic where she had booked her abortion. It had been pushed back another week.

Laura felt herself blanch.

She unconsciously rubbed her belly beneath the desk and tried to reassure herself that another week would be worth it. In fact, it would hardly matter in the end.

For the following days, Laura could barely sleep. She tossed and turned, and checked her phone continuously, paranoid of yet another delay.

She was getting bigger, the creatures inside her almost tangible entities, if just by the way they were causing her stomach to bloat out. It made the situation so much more real, more frightening. Laura began to feel faint squirming sensations within her, but she was sure it was her imagination, or maybe just gas.

This theory seemed consistent with her eating habits of late. To distract herself from her anxiety, Laura took to eating, near constantly. She favored dairy for some reason. Milk, butter, and cheeseespecially. She worked herself up into a sweat from the enthusiasm of her near-frantic binges. It seemed to be the only thing that could calm her aside from Brad’s rub-downs.

Laura suspected that the insatiable hunger was just another part of her condition…but not entirely, if just by the shame and guilt she felt by her newfound addiction. When her roommates were present, Laura ate slow and delicately. She would pluck one potato chip into her mouth at atime, so that she constantly had something in her mouth, to chew and swallow. It was the slowest pace she found possible, even under Veronica’s incredulous glances and Mindy’s benign grins.

But once her dormmates collected their books, and left, and Laura knew she had the place to herself for at least the next two hours, her hunger would explode in ravenous desperation, and she would get to work on indulging it.

Cake-batter was a favorite of Laura’s, though admittedly, it took alot of steps she didn’t have much patience for. She pulled out amassive industrial bowl she and some friends had used specifically for a cheerleaders' bake sale a year back. Eyeballing ingredients in leui of measuring them, Laura tossed in three boxes of cake mix, several eggs, nearly half the gallon of oil, generous portions of butter, milk, sour cream, whipped cream, pancake syrup, and various other things Laura thought might enrich the recipe.

She broke into a sweat as she stirred the massive concoction, breaking only to make her way over to the freezer and removing a3-gallon container of buttercream ice cream she had purchased theprevious day. Laura hauled it across the kitchen and set it on theground near the heater, in an absentminded way, before she quickly returned to the batter, now pulling out the mixer, and blending theingredients more arduously than she did anything these days. When therewas a minimal amount of lumps, Laura took some gasps of breath, as she dumped the mixer on the counter. She then dug into a drawer for one of the tall, thick straws that Mindy used for her obnoxious bubble teas.With one more deep breath, and a quiver of anticipation, Laura dipped the straw into the batter, lowered her mouth, and began to suck.

It took nearly an hour of Laura sitting there, elbows on the kitchen counter, as she ceaselessly slurped down the batter, drawing breaths only occasionally and from her nose. She wasn’t in ecstasy, or in some delirious state that entailed the loss of control. She just sat there, her face blank and cheeks puffed out, as she concentrated ongetting as much of the sweet, goey batter into her stomach as she could,and as quickly as possible. She drank and drank, feeling her body tighten and throb. She could see the batter-level progressively lowering in the bowl, and entertained the concept of adding more ingredients toprolong this. But that would entail getting up. It would necessitate apause, and Laura was unwilling to do that. So she sat there, andcontinued to suck down the batter, even as she felt her belly tighten uncomfortably, and as her body was beaded with sweat. She fidgeted andoccasionally tugged at the waistband of her skirt or cupped her tightbelly. But she stayed put, because she needed this, and nothing elsecould ever be as fulfilling.

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