Cow Girl III, Part 7

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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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Stacy was staring, her pretty little jaw hanging slack. Flanking the skinny blonde were two of Laura’s other Barbie-like companions, both dressed in skimpy club attire. “You gained weight,” said Stacy, blinking rapidly, as though she thought her vision might be deceiving her.

Laura’s arms were folded over her waist, though it didn’t seem to be doing much to disguise her condition. “I…um…yeah…” she said, dropping her arms, her cheeks reddening as her girlfriends continued to goggle her.

Laura was wearing one of her more conservative dresses. Though it was not exactly weather-appropriate, she had crammed herself into a tight, low-cut, sweater-dress that went to her knees, and didn’t do much to hide her swollen breasts, plump bottom, and protruding belly.

“What happened?” said Stacy, her high voice sounding violated. “I mean, I just, like saw you, Lor!”

Laura bit her plumpened bottom lip—one of the more positive side-effects of her transforming body. “It’s just stress…I guess. And, um…Brad.” Her face darkened. Fucking Brad.

Laura gasped as Stacy suddenly collided with her, the blonde’s frail body squeezing her in a feeble embrace. “We’ll get through this, Laura! We’ll start doing yoga again. And then cardio Wednesdays, and—”

Laura zoned out as Stacy continued to yammer about her intensive, hours-long exercise routines. The other two girls continued to shamelessly stare at Laura, but Laura simply rolled her eyes at them. The two were acquaintances—more like competitors—but not friends the way she considered Stacy to be.

“Thanks Stace,” said Laura, detaching her friend from her body. She self-consciously tugged her dress down. “In light of things, maybe I should just stay in…”

“No way,” Stacy protested. “I don’t care how fat and gross you get. You’re coming out!” Stacy grabbed Laura’s hand and pulled her out of the room. The other girls followed.

The group of four marched out of the dorm, Veronica eying them, and Mindy lightly clapping. Before Laura knew it, she was speeding off into the night in the passengers seat of Stacy’s car.

Laura pressed her lips, trying not to reveal how nauseous she felt, with all of Stacy’s high-speed twists and turns. She kind of wished that she had volunteered to drive. In the darkness, she absently placed her hands on either side of her abdomen. Her navel felt tense and uncomfortable, and her innie belly-button had gotten rather shallow in recent days. Laura swallowed and gazed out her window, in denial of what was happening to her. She couldn’t believe how fast she was growing. She already looked five months along!

The car came to a screeching halt, and Laura was pitched forward, only her seatbelt saving her face from smashing face-first into the dashboard. She covered her mouth as the other girls began to unbuckle and hop out of the car. Laura took several deep breaths, and only when she was certain that she wasn’t going to vomit, she uncovered her mouth and climbed out.

Stacy tossed her keys to the valet, and the quartet headed for the doors. The line was about half a block long. They waited, which quickly became a unique experience for them. The girls were used to promoters monitoring the line and picking them out to give them advance access.

“I don’t care how chubby and pig-like everyone thinks you are,” Stacy whispered loudly. “You have an amazing personality, Lor! It’s amazing!”

Laura bit the inside of her cheek and stared off, her confidence continuing to be chiseled down to the size of an apple core.

Miserable as she was, Laura was just grateful that Stacy hadn’t recognized her condition for what it truly was—a pregnancy. Though when the group finally reached the doors, following a twenty-minute wait, the bouncer eyed Laura’s belly after checking IDs. Laura held her breath.

Thankfully, the bouncer allowed her entrance.

The interior of the club consisted of the usual collection of flashing light and throbbing bodies, an environment that Laura usually found to be thrilling, but was now just wearisome. She quickly separated from the others and disappeared through the crowd, finding herself against the wall on the outside of the dance floor. She heaved a sigh, relieved to be apart from Stacy’s passive insults. Laura’s breasts bulged against her neckline with every inhalation, her body quickly growing sweaty from the dense environment and warm dress.

A few feet away, a guy caught her eye and flashed a smile, but Laura quickly averted her gaze. Knowing her luck, it was probably another cow-dick. She eyed the various couples practically having sex on the dance floor, and shuddered to herself.

“Laura.”

Her eyes snapped up. She nearly snarled at the sight of Brad standing beside her, nursing a drink.

“Cool down yet?” he asked.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” she snapped, then narrowed her eyes at him. “Here to knock up some other unsuspecting college girl?”

“Actually, I was hoping to run into you.”

Laura snorted, but Brad wasn’t deterred. He cornered her against the wall, placing his hands on either side of her. Why did he always come back for more insult?

His eyes drifted down to her rounded abdomen, catching the shape of it through the erratic lighting. He inhaled sharply. His hands shaking slightly, he reached down, but stopped himself from touching her.

Laura sneered. “You like this, don’t you!?” she accused.

“You look good,” Brad admitted.

“I look like a cow!” She shrieked the words, but the music was loud enough that no one else could hear it.

“Laura…” Finally Brad’s hands did make contact with her. Laura tensed, but didn’t react further. Instead she waited, biding her time. Brad took it as invitation to slide his hands down to her rounded hips. “You’re really growing.”

Laura kept glaring, and finally, Brad dropped his hands.

“I’m…sorry. About before,” Brad said. “The sex, I mean—I just figured if we were going to be together anyway…what did it matter?”

Laura’s face flushed. “For the tenth time Brad, we are never, ever going to be together. You’re not my boyfriend. You’re not my friend. We’re not even acquaintances. And as soon as I can, I am getting an abortion. Then you won't even be my baby-daddy.”

Brad’s face fell. “Right…of course.” He calmly sipped his drink, though he looked livid, and Laura was entirely pleased.

Brad pulled away and leaned on the wall beside her. Laura folded her arms over her abdomen and absently watched as Stacy was dry-humped by some rando to the most disorienting House music Laura had ever heard. She did her best to ignore Brad, as well as the weird pressure in her belly. She breathed in and out, feeling as though she was getting fatter by the moment. Brad extended his arm and rubbed her back, undeterred by the scathing look she sent his way.

Laura blinked when she felt her purse vibrating, and she dug out of her cellphone. Her eyes widened when she saw that it was the womens clinic where she had scheduled her abortion. She pulled away from Brad and struggled through the club to make her way outside, even at the risk of not being allowed re-entrance. Panting somewhat, she accepted the call and pressed the phone to her ear. “Hello?”

“Hello, can I speak to Laura please?”

“Yes, this is her,” said Laura keenly.

“Laura? How are you?” The woman on the other line didn’t wait for an answer. “This is the clinic. I’m afraid that we had to push your appointment.”

“Pushed?” said Laura, her heart sinking.

“Yes. We have been quite backed up, what with—everything that’s been going on,” said the woman vaguely. “So your appointment has been delayed three weeks.”

“Three weeks!?” Laura snapped. She had been getting so close! She had been counting the days! She nervously scratched the underside of her left breast, at the soreness there.

“Yes, three weeks. I’ll send you the details by email, sweetie! Bye, now!”

The line went dead before Laura could voice her outrage.

She stood there on the sidewalk, plump, and panting, her belly bulging in her dress, but not so profoundly that people gave her more than a glance or a distasteful look here and there. Laura just huffed and puffed, struggling to breathe through her mounting anxiety.

Someone squeezed her shoulder. “You okay?”

Laura turned to Brad. He was like a terrible growth that kept coming back. Her fists clenched. She was going to deck him! No, she was going to murder him!

“Do you want to get out of here?” He reddened. “I mean, there’s a diner around the corner…”

Laura began to calm down at the mention of food.

“How about it? Late-dinner? On me.”

She would make sure he’d regret that offer. Laura bit her lip. Finally, she nodded. “I hope you brought your credit card,” Laura spat, pushing Brad aside as she marched towards the diner.

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Laura ordered everything on the menu. Literally—everything! She savored the sight of Brad’s uneasy expression as the dishes were brought out, one by one, to cover the table. Every time Laura finished one, it was promptly replaced another.

Laura knew that she had no hopes of consuming all of the food, she just enjoyed the strain she was inevitably putting on Brad’s wallet, as well as the thought of his awkward explanations to his ritzy parents. She snickered to herself.

“Glad you’re enjoying,” Brad stated flatly. He sipped his lonely iced tea.

Laura ignored him as she worked her way through a platter of mozzarella sticks. The milkshake was good. She would have to order another. Hell—she’d order five more! It was Brad’s treat, after all.

She knew that she was technically binging, and going far beyond her daily calorie intake, even given her recent gluttony, but the pleasure of Brad’s stunned expression far outweighed her concerns about weight gain. Her insults seemed to be useless, so she hit him where it truly hurt—in the wallet. She knew how stingy he was with his spending, and how obsessive he was about his credit card statements. It was all his parent’s money, after all. As such, Brad had always been a cheap date but a good fuck. Laura moaned as she stuffed down another large spoon of macaroni and cheese, hoping to embarrass Brad as much as she drained him, even despite the uncomfortable tightening of her belly. She absently rubbed the mound beneath her table, before lifting her face and motioning to one of the servers. “Waiter! Another serving of this, please!” she vaguely motioned at several dishes.

She then threw a smirk at Brad, to notice that his disturbed expression had fallen. Instead he was staring, his eyes practically fogged over as he chewed his bottom lip.

“What?” said Laura, slightly startled.

“Nothing!” said Brad. His eyes darted away.

Laura absently scratched the underside of her breast, still uncertain about Brad’s stare. She was distracted as massive bowl of steaming, buttery mashed potatoes was lowered in front of her, then shrugged to herself, and continued to feast.

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