Cow Girl III, Part 4

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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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Somehow through the groping and kissing, Laura caught a glimpse of a disheveled Reese on the crowded dance floor. He jerked his thumb towards the door then began to push his way toward it.

“Gotta go,” Laura slurred, pulling away from the stranger and beginning to walk towards Reese.

The stranger grabbed her arm and attempted to pull her back into him, but Laura snatched her arm away and sent him a withering look through the flashing lights, the smoke, and the blaring music.

With that, Laura continued to shove her way through the crowd until she found her way outside. Her friends were there, giggling, all in varying levels of dishevelment.

“Just in time,” said Derek, looking up from his phone as a cab pulled up to the curb. He opened the door, and the group squeezed in. Laura found herself in Reese’s lap.

“Looks like you’ll have to come back for your car,” said Terry.

Laura shrugged. It wouldn’t be the first time. “Where’s Stacy?”

“Oh, she went home with man-bun.”

“That guy she was dancing with?” said Derek in disbelief.

Laura snorted. “She needs to raise her standards.”

“Isn't this where you hooked up with Brad in bathroom?” snickered Reese, causing the others to giggle.

Laura abruptly sobered up. “Shut it,” she grumbled.

-

Laura had barely slept it off when she was awoken by a pounding noise and a muffled voice calling her name. She lifted her face from her pillow and blearily looked around her bedroom. She didn’t remember returning to the dorm, and she could feel the heaviness of her hangover pulsating in her skull. Reluctantly, Laura crawled out from under her blankets and lowered her feet to the pink carpeting. She stood and stalked to the door, before unlocking it and swinging it open.

Her two roommates stood on the other side.

“Someone’s at the door for you,” Veronica deadpanned. She was wearing her usual tight gothic attire.

“It’s Brad,” Mindy whispered conspiratorially. She was wearing a grin.

Groaning, Laura attempted to close her bedroom door in their faces, but Veronica held it open.

“He won’t go away,” the goth said.

Rolling her eyes, Laura walked out of her room, only dimly aware that she was in just her underwear, her hair a disheveled mess, and last-night’s eyeliner smudged around her eyes.

In the living room stood Brad, leaning against the doorframe, his muscled arms folded over his chest. “Laura,” he said in surprise. He reddened slightly as his eyes took in her bare, voluptuous, body. “You look different…” he trailed off, caught himself, then his eyes abruptly darted to Laura’s face. “I-I mean, you look great.”

“Yeah? I gained some weight,” said Laura flatly.

Brad looked away in guilt. “We should talk.”

“There’s nothing to discuss.”

Veronica and Mindy took seats on the couch, Veronica turning on the television as Mindy blatantly tried to eavesdrop.

Brad seemed uncomfortable. “Can I just speak to you…in private?”

Laura grinded her teeth in irritation. She absently tugged at her bra, her breast-flesh heavily bulging from the evidently ill-fitting cups. Finally, she nodded to her bedroom door, and turned away, as Brad followed, her plump bottom on full display as it bulged out of her too-small panties that were close to losing their battle to contain it.

Once they were back in her room, Laura closed the door behind Brad. “What do you want?” she said, crossing her arms as she turned back to him, effectively heaving her breasts yet higher.

Brad swallowed. “I think that I should…apologize. Properly.” He adjusted his glasses, deeply embarrassed. “My great aunt was said to have…traits. It must have been somewhere in our bloodline, and I…I guess it got passed down to me. I just wanted to let you know that I’m here for you. And I’ll be here for the…um…” He trailed off.

Laura stared blankly at him. Did Brad actually think she was keeping it?

“What can I do?” Brad added nervously. Despite his rugged frame, he seemed weaker than ever. It was a wonder he had gotten into her pants at all.

Laura was at a loss for a moment, before she glanced down at herself. “Take me shopping? I can't fit into my stuff anymore.”

Brad blinked. “Sure. Of course.” He was eager to please.

Laura opened her door again. “Give me five minutes.”

Of course, Laura had Brad waiting an hour.

She pulled on a pair of micro-shorts that could barely accommodate her plump bottom. She then squeezed into a black bandeau that her breasts were nearly bursting out of. She looked over her form in her full-length mirror, feeling a sense of satisfaction. She was gorgeously voluptuous. She looked like a movie star. She glided her hands over her waist, then her stomach. It was no longer concave, but flat. Or maybe there was the vaguest…slightest…curve to it.

Laura lightly shook her head, trying not to think about it. Instead, she pulled on a pair of gladiator sandals and walked out of her room.

In the living room, Brad was uncomfortably sitting on the couch between Mindy and Veronica, Mindy leaning on his bicep while yammering incessantly, and Veronica leaving Brad ignored as she furiously text messaged someone on her phone.

Laura rolled her eyes. “Ready?”

Brad jumped to his feet as though he had been caught doing something wrong. “R-ready,” he said.

Laura headed for the door. She didn’t bother to see whether Brad was following.

-

As Laura strolled through the mall, she enjoyed the way that men ogled at her, at times freezing mid-step, some lowering their sunglasses. Laura enjoyed the way women gasped and whispered to their companions behind their hands. Laura basked in the attention that her new body was steering her way.

She led Brad into a lingerie shop, snatched up a variety of options, and locked herself into a fitting-room stall. As Laura tried on several bras and panties, and even some slinky negligée, she couldn’t help noticing that her pubic hair seemed to have all fallen out by then, leaving in its place, smooth, soft skin. She wasn’t going to complain. It saved her the hassle of waxing appointments.

Laura pulled on a C-cup bra. It fit well. In fact, it might have been a little snug. But she wasn’t bulging out of it the way she had with the B-cups. It seemed that she was a solid C. Laura couldn’t help marveling at the mounds. She had grown another cup size in just a matter of weeks. She pulled off the bra and continued to admire her plump breasts. They were still round and full, not sagging one bit.

There was a gentle knock on the door. “You okay in there?” called Brad nervously.

Growling in irritation, Laura unlocked the stall door and swung it open, standing there with her bare chest and just a pair of panties. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you the importance of patience?”

Despite that he only wanted to tear his gaze away, Brad found his eyes locked on Laura’s chest. These weren’t the measly anthills that he had encountered during the night of their hookup. These were full, womanly breasts. Her body was rapidly preparing for her coming litter. Brad licked his lips, suddenly feeling quite eager to claim what was his.

But then Laura cleared her throat, and Brad blinked several times. His eyes snapped up to her quizzical expression, as he reddened, and took a step back.

“’The hell was that, Clark Kent?”

“S-Sorry,” Brad stammered. “I’m not usually—”

“A perve?”

Brad reddened more. He looked away and crossed his hands over the front of his pants.

“Go ahead,” Laura challenged, stepping closer to him. “Look at them. You did this, after all.” She stood on her toes so her nose was inches from his.

Several moments she stood there, but Brad would not meet her eyes.

Lightly shaking her head, Laura backed off. Brad had the looks and a decent enough cock, but she still couldn’t fathom how she’d ended up hooking up with such a spineless coward. She snatched up her bandeau and struggled to jerk it down over her breasts. “I’ll take it all,” she said, nodding to the various underthings littering the fitting room stall. “Let’s get out of here.”

-

Their next stop was a high-end boutique, also at the mall. Laura tried on a variety of tight dresses.

“What do you think of this one?” she said as she stepped out of the fitting room. She spun to show off the ultra-short tube dress, her cleavage bulging heavily from the low neckline, and her ass inches from poking out beneath the hem.

Brad recovered his hanging jaw. “Gorgeous. But...are you sure that it’ll be practical once you start to, um...”

Laura eyed him. “Once I start to what?” she snapped.

Brad gulped. “N-nothing. You look great.”

“Good. Then I’ll take it,” Laura said as she squeezed out of the dress, Brad closing his eyes as she did. Laura tolled the dress into Brad’s arms atop of the pile of apparel already there.

On their way to the register, Laura spotted a slinky number with a variety of strategic cut-outs. “This too,” she said, snatching it up and adding it to the stack.

By the time they had finished shopping, Brad was hauling four bags of clothes behind Laura. They headed to the food court for lunch, Laura sitting down and examining her fingernails as she waited for Brad to return with their meals.

There was the light snap of something hitting the table, and then the steaming aroma of several different cuisines.

“This was…everything. Right?” said Brad, breathless.

Laura looked up to see three trays piled high with a variety of foods, some sweet, some savory, and all of it looking absolutely delicious. Laura felt herself beginning to salivate and she didn’t hesitate to dig in. She didn’t care if she looked like a pig. Stupid cow pregnancy, she thought, ignoring as she felt Brad staring at her.

“So how are you feeling?”

Laura slowly looked up at Brad, part of a fried chicken leg stuffed in her mouth. She chewed it up and gulped it down. “How do you think I’m feeling?” she said, wiping some barbeque sauce off her cheek.

“You seem to be handling things well.”

“What choice do I have? After what you did to me.”

Brad winced. “You heard what I said Laura. I’m gonna be here.” He hesitantly reached over and cupped her sauce-coated hand. “Maybe we can-”

“Easy there, megacock. What exactly do you think this is?” Laura inelegantly removed Brad’s hand from hers.

Brad frowned. “I thought we could be a couple. After all, you’re carrying my ch-”

Laura burst into such a rapturous fit of laughter, that every other patron of the food court directed their attention to Laura and Brad’s table. She clutched her gut in pain, and took several gasps of breath once the bout started to subside. “Maybe that kind of proposal flies in Kansas, or wherever the hell you’re from, Brad,” her voice became muffled as she stuffed a handful of fries into her mouth. “But in my eyes, you’re a worm. No—you’re worse than a worm. You’re like an ant. With no legs! You kind of just wriggle there, and get stepped on.” Laura got up to leave, not before grabbing a steaming, smelly burrito from one of the trays. “I wouldn’t date you in your wildest dreams. You can drop off my bags. I’ll catch a cab home.”

With that, she left, Brad staring blankly after her.

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