Cow Girl III, Part 5

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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 could hardly focus in her classes anymore. Her nipples were hard, erect almost constantly. On the days she didn't wear a bra, the sensation of her nipples rubbing against the inside of her clothes left her body trembling and her loins seeping. It left her terribly aroused, but Laura did her best to maintain control over herself. And for some reason her thoughts always seemed to drift to Brad.

Her breasts were still growing, to her amazement. While getting ready for a group therapy session, Laura squeezed her chest into another one of her bandeau tops. A tight miniskirt was stretched over her full hips and plump bottom. Laura surveyed herself in the mirror for a while, examining the way her cleavage bulged over the bandeau's tight material, and how her nipples continued to evidently stick out, hard and almost painfully erect. Her chest heaved as she breathed for a few moments, the bandeau also showing off the plump undersides of her breasts. There was suddenly a tearing noise, and the bandeau snapped in half, causing her breasts to push outward, free from confinement.

Staring down at her mounds, Laura took several moments to catch her breath.

Her tits were getting bigger. They were round—they were perfect. Laura didn’t have complaints about them, she was just stunned by how quickly they were growing. Pulling open a drawer of her dresser, Laura dug around for something else to wear.

She settled for a tight white belly shirt, which went well with the black skirt. She opted to go braless that day. To finish off the outfit, Laura slid on a pair of knee-high leather boots. She pulled her long hair up into a high ponytail. After she had finished getting dressed, she stared at herself in the mirror. Laura could not help glancing down at her abdomen.

Nowadays, her stomach chronically felt full, as though she had just eaten, even when she had not. Well, she had been pigging out a lot lately. Laura examined the subtle fullness of her midsection, barely perceptible to the eyes. She lightly shook her head. “I’m stunning,” she said aloud. “My stomach is flat.” With that, Laura grabbed her purse and walked out of the room.

A half-hour later, Laura was taking a seat in the therapy circle at the library for another one of her mandatory meetings. She had arrived late, as usual. The muscular male was talking.

Laura barely heard the words coming out of his mouth, she was too busy staring at the way his muscled arms were stretching out the short sleeves of his T-shirt. His voice was deep, and he was minimalistic with his words. Maybe he was doing this out of obligation, like she was. He was brutish and tough, and probably tortured about his huge, infectious cock. Laura would have definitely fucked him if he wasn’t a fucking cow. Her eyes flickered to the two stubby horns protruding out of his hair.

“Thank you for sharing,” said Ms. Clark, after the cow boy had finished up. “That took a lot of courage, Jackson.”

Laura’s gaze drifted over to the snack table. It was piled high with a variety of fatty foods. She had been pigging out nonstop lately. Thankfully, all the food seemed to go to her tits and ass. But Laura was still concerned about the subtle feelings in her stomach. If she kept this up, she was bound to pay for it. Laura tried to divert her eyes from the table, but even her consciousness of the presence of the food left her heart racing.

The professional lady had gotten up, and was now picking at the snack table. She was waddling now, and she was really blowing up. She looked due with twins by then, her two pairs of E-cup breasts heaving where they were shelved atop her belly. Laura thought her name might have been Tina or Gina or something like that. The woman held her paper plate with her left hand, and was loading it up with snacks with the right, but every so often, her right hand would dart down to cup the round bowling ball-sized mound beneath her belly, her jaw clenching and a flush of red crossing her cheeks. She looked uncomfortable, though Laura was not sure why. Laura continued to stare at the way Tina’s belly gently swayed with her movement. She must have been due any moment by then.

There was a buzzing, and the woman lowered her plate to the table, lifting her cell phone to her ear. She began to talk in legal mumbo jumbo, as she often did, and she waddled out of the room, not before grabbing her plate. Tina seemed entirely preoccupied with her cellphone, and usually left the room several times per meeting. Laura was not sure why she even came. She barely participated.

“Now who’s next?” Ms. Clark was saying.

Laura’s focus drifted back to the snack table. She was getting anxiety just being apart from it. Oh, fuck it, she thought, about to stand.

“Laura, we haven’t heard from you yet.”

Laura’s eyes snapped up. “What?” The group’s attention had shifted to her.

“Why don’t you share your experience? It's clear you've been going through some changes…” Ms. Clark went on.

Laura didn't know what Ms. Clark was referring to, but she was slightly offended. “I'll pass.”

“Come now, Laura. Each of us is here for a reason.”

“Mine being a court order. I'll pass,” said Laura firmly.

For a moment, the members of the group stared at her, but thankfully, they moved on.

Laura remained planted to her seat, now sweating, but now refusing to get her fill of snacks. If she pigged out here, it would validate the implications in what Ms. Clark said.

“It started with weight gain,” a girl said, fidgeting in her seat. She was a thin, petite girl with a pair of A-cup breasts, but a massive belly overfilling her lap. Laura wasn’t even sure how the girl was able to stand. “At first it wasn’t too bad, but then more and more of it just kept piling on. And my appetite—god, it was out of control. I knew that something was wrong…”

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By the time the meeting was over, Laura felt mentally drained and absolutely starved. She dragged herself back to her dorm, where she spotted Brad waiting outside, some bags in his hands.

At spotting her, a grin crossed Brad’s handsome face. It abruptly disappeared at seeing the dead stare she was sending his way.

“Your roommates wouldn’t answer the door,” said Brad sheepishly.

“Smart girls,” said Laura, as she dug in her purse for her keys. Her eyes widened as she got a whiff of lo mein. Her stomach clenched and audibly grumbled.

“I brought food,” Brad offered.

Laura ignored him as she unlocked her door. Brad had been following her around a lot lately. Carrying her books after class—that kinda thing. Sad, pathetic, puppy-dog stuff. It was disgusting. But it wasn’t that great of an inconvenience. She had taken to treating him like an object to be used. Nothing more, nothing less.

As she entered the dorm, she heard Brad follow behind her. The lights were out. It didn’t seem that anyone was home.

As Laura dropped her purse on a chair, Brad lowered his bags to the counter and began to set the table, like he owned the place. What a prick.

Laura wandered over to the counter peeked into one of his bags, where she spotted several large cartons of food. She lifted one and smelled it. Beef with broccoli. Laura opened a pair of chopsticks and began to dig in, directly from the carton. She leaned against the counter and absently watched Brad work, as she continued to slurp the food. It took her only moments to gulp the whole carton down. She reached into the bag and lifted a carton of pork fried rice, then began to repeat the process.

Brad looked up after he had finished setting the table. His face fell. “Laura…”

She raised an eyebrow.

“I thought we could have dinner together.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Because we’re—well, you know why.”

“I actually don’t, Brad.”

Sighing, Brad walked over to the counter and began to reach for the bags, but Laura gripped them firmly. Brad looked helpless. Like a worm. And so he stood there and watched her as she continued to eat through the cartons, one by one, standing there at the kitchen counter. Then Brad’s eyes drifted down to her abdomen, and it infuriated her for some reason.

“Brad, there’s still something I don’t quite understand,” said Laura, her cheeks puffed out from being stuffed with fried dumplings.

“What?”

“Why the fuck you’re still here!” Laura shrieked, causing Brad to stagger back in surprise.

For a fleeting instant, Brad looked stunned, but then his face hardened to Laura’s surprise.

“Why do you think I’m here, Laura!? Because I made a mistake! Because I’m supposed to be! But trust me, this is the last place I would ever willingly be!” he yelled, his volume causing her to briefly freeze.

Laura clenched her fists. “Then get out!” she snapped, glaring up at him as she closed their distance. “Get the hell out! What are you waiting for!? You are nothing to me Brad, in fact, you’re just a fucking—!”

They kissed, like that night, only this time, both were entirely sober. She sucked his bottom lip as Brad’s hands slid down to her plump bottom, his fingers sinking into the fatty flesh there. She could feel his erection in his jeans. It felt even bigger than before! She wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer, then yelped in surprise as Brad scooped her up. “My bedroom,” she murmured as he began to cart her off.

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