Cow Girl III, Part 9

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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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Gina lowered herself into the offered wheelchair, and Ms. Clark pushed her along.

As the other wandered after the two, Laura realized that she had been informally designated the escort for Wendy, if just because all the others had readily abandoned the girl.

Gritting her teeth, Laura took Gina’s arm, and helped the struggling girl waddle along.

As they lagged behind the rest of the group, Laura could not help staring at the way Wendy’s monstrously gigantic belly heaved up and down, as though she was being pumped up like an inflatable ball. Her belly button was the size of a tangerine, and it was throbbing. Laura almost wanted to lay her hand on Wendy’s incomparable mass, as she wondered if it was as tight as it seemed. As Wendy groaned and whimpered, Laura decided against it. She gripped the thin girl and helped angle her massive belly through the door at the end of the hall, through which the rest of the group had already disappeared.

Gina had already heaved herself up from her wheelchair, and she practically staggered to what looked like a massive playpen, congested with pillows, within which squirmed several creatures, perhaps a dozen, their combined horribleness and adorableness leaving Laura’s jaw to hang slack. They crawled about sluggishly, each humanoid with prominent cow-features. They were also each nearly the size of a one-year-old child!

“These are newborns!?” said Laura in shock.

The rest of the group hushed her, some giving Laura reproachful looks. A handsome man swooped forward—he must have been Gina’s husband—he helped Gina into the pen where they slowly eased the woman down.

Panting and sweating, Gina looked overwhelmed, but was holding it together. She grunted, and her four breasts tightened then popped out of what little clothes she had on. Her nipples were flushed, swollen, and protruding massively. They were the largest nipples Laura had ever seen! Gina cradled her massive udder as it spurted and trembled between her legs. The creatures immediately took notice. They crawled toward her.

Laura watched in silent horror as the woman was practically buried beneath her offspring. Her husband watched on lovingly, occasionally leaning down to help a child gain better access to her four nipples and four teats. Infants though they were, the creatures fought and struggled, like a litter of pups. And despite how engorged she was, Gina’s limited quantity of nubs meant that she couldn’t feed all of them simultaneously.

Laura found herself backing towards the door. It was too horrible to watch any longer. She wondered if those things were inside of her at present. Would she herself descend to such a terrible state?

Wendy squeaked and gripped the doorframe when Laura abruptly let go of her. Just short of running, Laura left the room and hurried off, pushing her way into the first elevator, and pressing button 1 repetitively, almost desperately. Before she knew it, she was dropping herself into Brad’s car. “Go,” she breathed, holding her head and leaning down.

Was that going to happen to her? Breasts the size of volleyballs? A dozen of those fat, squirming babies, attacking her, as her body helplessly squirted milk? Or maybe she would end up like Wendy, so massively swollen she was hardly able to move. What if Laura’s second pair of breasts grew—larger? What if she grew a plump udder between her thighs?

“Laura…” said Brad, his voice reluctantly concerned. The idiot still hadn’t started the car. Instead, he placed his hand on her shoulder. “Laura…hey? You’re fine. Everything’s going to be okay.”

Laura sat there, breathing for a long time. Eventually, she unfurled herself, trying to ignore the fact that her cheeks were wet. Brad knew better than to mention it. Then again, he favored his testicles attached to his body.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Laura admitted, as Brad started the car and pulled off from the curb.

“Hm?” Brad didn’t seem especially concerned. He reached out blindly to place his hand on her belly. He rubbed it, causing Laura’s cheeks to burn. “I should have come with you,” he groused.

She pushed his hand off her. Brad never seemed quit. “Just take me home,” she mumbled.

Brad sighed. “As you wish.”

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With the passage of time, Laura was getting more and more pregnant. Her belly was growing rapidly, and all the eating didn’t help. People were noticing, starting to ask questions, and Laura was at a loss of what to say.

She took a protocol of ignoring the curious glances and awkward inquiries. She just hoped that it didn’t get back to her parents. She didn’t even want to think about how her family would react.

Laura’s lower set of nipples seemed to be sticking out more every day, where they were uncomfortably squished and rubbed beneath her original breasts, or were absolutely tortured by the harshness of underwires on the occasions Laura actually found a bra that accommodated her fat DDs.

Worse than that, the twin mounds of fat beneath her DDs were collecting, growing, until Laura had an undeniable second pair of breasts. And perhaps she could have even pretended that she could tolerate it, had these ones not become unnaturally plump, as her original breasts were. Squashed A-cup anthills became full, sensitized B-cups, that were terribly plump, even squashed as they were beneath her bigger mounds.

It was unnerving. Laura tried her best to ignore them, but the discomfort was so unbearable at times, she didn’t know what to do.

Towards the end of the school day, they felt sore and aching. Laura found herself unconsciously cupping the undersides of her heavy upper-breasts, if just to give herself some relief. Her classmates stared at her, but Laura could barely find the energy to care. She was almost delirious in her discomfort on those days.

The bra situation became a daily debate for her. Supporting her DDs…DDDs?...with a bra seemed better than nothing, if just because they took their heavy weight off her of sensitized pair of Bs. On the other hand, Laura wondered if a bra didn’t increase the visibility of the B-cups. The thought was nerve-wracking. People were already paying too much attention to her by then. The other day, she had heard some football players placing bets on whether or not she was knocked up.

Upon getting back to her dorm, Laura’s daily routine was now to lock herself in her bedroom and drop herself onto her bed. She would struggle out of her increasingly-tight shirts, then recline on her back, arch her spine, and sigh in relief as her swollen DDDs heaved up towards her collar, and their weight was lifted from the smaller breasts beneath them.

Though they were irritated, Laura did her best not to touch them, as she knew this would probably only make things worse. The last time Brad had tried to lick them, he had gotten a hard slap. Despite this, when Laura fell asleep, she often awoke to a tingling warmth in both pairs of breasts, and both her hands planted against her naked torso, rubbing, massaging, squeezing her tingling mounds of flesh, and, she surmised, What if I’ve been doing this all night?

Oh god! Was all she could think of that, quickly slapping her hands down to flank her on the mattress.

It was the weekend, and Laura had been generous enough to allow Brad to stay the night.

“You sure like to play with them,” he mused, smirking beside her, as she reddened and glared. Absently he rubbed at some of the bruises on his neck.

Tempted to get physically violent with the boy, as she had the night before, Laura began to sit up, when her stomach grumbled. Muttering some obscenities under her breath, she swung her legs off the bed.

“Do you want me to get you something?” Brad sat up as well.

“I’m fine,” Laura snapped. She climbed to her feet and hastily pulled on some weekend attire. A small yellow tanktop that stretched over her, and revealed several inches of her bloated belly. Some spandex booty-shorts that she had far outgrown, her swollen ass-cheeks bulging out from the bottom, and her crack protruding from the top. Her breasts bobbing gently, Laura opened her bedroom door. She threw Brad one more glare, if just to remind him that he was meat. She then walked out, and slammed the door behind her.

As she strolled into the small kitchen, Laura was barely conscious of her roommate’s stare. Laura found her drawer in the refridgerator, and immediately began to fill her arms with blocks of cheese.

“Laura?”

Laura paused. She turned around, to see Veronica seated on the couch, an open magazine sitting on her lap. In Laura’s experience, Veronica was pretty weird. Mindy served as a healthy buffer between them, but unfortunately, the bubbly girl must have still been in bed. “Hm?”

“Normally I don’t really give a shit about this kind of thing, but I just wanted to mention…”

“Yeah?” said Laura dangerously.

“You’re getting really really fat,” said Veronica flatly. There was no mirth in Veronica’s expression, just her deranged aloofness.

The two girls stared at each other for a while. Teeth grit, Laura released a long breath. “Thanks,” she answered coldly.

“Any time.” Veronica returned her attention to her magazine.

Her body tense, Laura struggled not to attack the goth as she collected the rest of her cheeses and made her way back to her bedroom.

She dumped the wrapped cheese-blocks in a pile on the bed, before stalking over to her full-length mirror, ignoring Brad’s look of concern.

It was true. Her belly was rounded and bulging, looking five-months along—maybe even farther. Her breasts were round and large, and practically popping out of her low neckline, the B-cups beneath them giving them an even greater lift than before. Her ass was round, swollen, and wobbling, to the point that she looked as though she’d gotten fat-injections like some deranged popstar.

Before she could stop herself, she released a sob. In seconds, Brad stood behind her in the mirror, his muscular arms wrapping around her bloated waist.