Cow Girl III, Part 1

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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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“Thanks for…that,” said Laura awkwardly to the well-endowed, half-naked boy standing outside of her dorm room door. She pushed his shirt into his chest.

A wolfish grin spread across Brad’s face. “Thank you too,” he said, leaning down to kiss her.

Laura placed her hand on his face and pushed him away from her. She closed the door on him before returning to her bedroom to go to sleep.

Over the next few days, Laura began to notice that her body temperature seemed higher than usual. She constantly felt heated and was unsure of exactly why. Laura also found that her nipples were somewhat more sensitive, and that her breasts sometimes tingled with the same heat that filled the rest of her body.

Laura’s clothing became slightly more awkwardly fitting on her, and less comfortable than she was used to the attire being. It was only as she was examining herself in the mirror one morning that she began to take notice of her changes—more specifically, her growth. As a thin girl, she had always worn an A-cup bra that was too loose on her flat chest. But now her chest was filling it out. She had gentle mounds where the skin had been almost entirely flat. Laura wasn’t about to complain about it.

She continued with her usual routine. On the weekends, she would stay out all night, partying with her friends. On Sunday mornings, she would bundle up in a blanket and flip through channels in the dorm living room. Sometimes she would stop at the news, and hear snippets regarding the cow-person epidemic. She would shudder to herself, then continue to channel-surf.

It wasn’t long before Laura’s breasts had begun to bulge against the cups of her now tightly-fitting bras. She was sort of pleased, but also confused. Laura also began to notice that her pubic hair was thinning out, and required less-frequent waxing. Meanwhile, her bottom was filling out—definitely larger than it usually was. Her hair had grown longer and thicker, and most strangely, her green iris’ seemed wider than they had ever been before.

Laura started to get attention—lots of it. The guys at her college took to watching her as she walked by. Some approached her, asked her out. And Laura was enjoying it. She dressed as provocatively as ever, in her tight crop shirts and spandex leggings. She showed off ever curve of her athletic body. She continued to go out drinking every weekend, the good times sometimes bleeding into Monday nights. One night, she must have taken it too far, because she woke up in the hospital.

Laura’s eyes darted about the room. She had an IV line in her right arm. She must have been admitted for dehydration. Sitting up, she began to disconnect the IV.

“You’re awake.” A female doctor entered.

Laura froze. “What happened? Did I pass out again?”

The doctor frowned.

“Look, I know the drill. You get me hydrated then free up the bed. Is my discharge paperwork ready?”

“Ms. Lawrence, I’m afraid this is a little more serious than a hangover. Were you aware that you were pregnant?”

Laura blinked. “What?” she said blankly.

It was the last thing Laura wanted to hear. She was always careful—always used condoms. She hadn’t had sex in weeks. Not since her one-night stand with that jock guy, Brad.

Laura went back to the college and paced her dorm. She growled under her breath, disgusted, debating, resenting herself.

Her family was religious. No matter what, they couldn’t find out. Not about the pregnancy. Not about what she was planning to do about it.

Laura absently scratched her ribs. She slid her hand beneath her bandeau top, rubbing at an itchy bump just under her left breast. On the surface, it felt like a large bug bite. But she could feel the knot beneath her skin as well, like a cyst or something. Laura heaved a sigh. This was the least of her problems. She removed her fingers from her top then walked to the couch, where she sat down with her laptop, and began to browse the women’s clinics in her area.

It was only a few days later that Laura was sitting in a hospital gown in a medical office of the abortion clinic a few blocks away from the college. She rubbed the bandage on the inside of her forearm. She’d had to do extensive bloodwork as a preliminary measure. The nurse must have taken eight vials of blood from her. I just want to get this over with… Laura thought as she fidgeted nervously against the medical bed she was sitting on.

The door opened and two people in lab coats entered the room: a man and a woman.

“Finally,” said Laura impatiently.

But the doctors were frowning at her, much the way the doctor at the hospital had.

What is it this time? Laura wondered anxiously. She suddenly feared that she was about to receive some horrible diagnosis.

“Because of your blood work results, Ms. Lawrence, things have become a little…complicated. I see that you have the gene.”

“Gene?” said Laura blankly.

“The cow gene.”

Laura blinked. “What are you talking about?” she said, her voice rising.

The two doctors exchanged glances at seeing Laura’s shocked expression.

The male physician spoke carefully. “The gene…doesn’t run in your family?”

“Of course not!” Laura snapped. “You’ve obviously made a mistake.” She was getting annoyed.

“Miss, we’re going to need for you to relax,” said the female doctor.

“When can I get this stupid procedure over with,” said Laura. If anything, she was getting more tense. “Answer me. What the hell is going on?”

“As we said, things have gotten complicated,” said the female doctor solemnly. “If I’m not mistaken, it appears that the cow gene we found in your blood was contracted from your fetus—or more likely, fetuses.”

“Contracted?” said Laura.

“That tends to be the case in some of these situations. In the next few weeks, you will begin experiencing changes. In fact, they may have already begun.”

“W-what do you mean?” Laura was back in panic mode. She unconscious hugged herself. “I'm pregnant with a c-c-”

“A human/cow splice. The gene must have been inherited from the father of the offspring.”

“Get it out!” said Laura in alarm.

The doctors again exchanged nervous glances.

“I’m afraid, Ms. Lawrence, that your request poses some problems,” said the male doctor. “Legally, there are no ground rules regarding abortion in these matters. In addition to that, we would likely be aborting not one, but several embryos—if we can call them that. Studies have shown that even in this early stage, the fetuses are known to exhibit strong movement. There are no laws on the books stating whether or not we can abort.”

“Meaning...”

“Our protocol is simply to not get involved. In recent months, there have been massive amounts of abortion requests to our facility and our partners. Our legal team has advised us to turn these patients away. There’s too great a risk of liability. You won't find a clinic on this coast that will go anywhere near you, I’m afraid.”

Laura was pale by then, her breathing thin. This was all too much for her to handle. Soon all she could see were bright whites, and reds. And then she lunged at the male doctor. That was all she remembered before she awoke in a hospital.

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She was in a psychiatric unit, though she didn't belong there. She supposed it was better than sitting in jail. Laura sat curled up in her bed, blankly staring out the window. It had only been a few days and the facility was working on her discharge.

Perhaps it had been a bad idea to attack the clinic doctors. Luckily, she had been forgiven for her temporary bout of insanity—it had been attributed to the shock of her diagnosis. The clinic wasn’t pressing charges, granted Laura went through a 72-hours psychiatric evaluation, and participated in weekly group therapy sessions over the course of 12 months.

When Laura walked out of the hospital, her mother was waiting outside for her. Martha wore a worried expression. She had no clue what was going on.

Laura embraced her.

“Honey, what happened? Are you okay?” Martha probed.

“It’s fine, mom. Just a stupid mistake,” Laura responded, holding the embrace for several minutes longer, before finally breaking away. Laura gave her mother a forced smile, before walking alongside her to the car. Laura would be spending the rest of the weekend at home with her parents.

It was still hard to believe that she was carrying some sort of cow-creature inside of her. And that its DNA was leeching into hers, infecting her with its abnormalities. The whole concept make Laura’s skin crawl. She didn’t even want to think about it. During the car ride home, Laura couldn’t help examining herself extensively in the passenger seat. She took in every inch of her body that she could see without the aid of a mirror. Everything seemed ordinary. For a fleeting instant, she hoped this was just some ridiculous mistake.

The thought of the cow girls she saw on the news nauseated her. The center of this apparent epidemic was two towns over, so the phenomena was still relatively alien to Laura’s family and the college town they lived in.

During her third once-over of herself, Laura couldn’t ignore how much more her breasts had swelled since she was initially told that she was pregnant. They were now up to B-cups even though they had been nonexistent only a few weeks before. Laura took to staring at them as they gently bobbed as the car weaved through the winding streets. Her mother glanced her way, but opted not to say anything.

Finally, the car pulled into the driveway of Laura’s childhood home.

“How about it?” said Martha. “A much-needed break from your crazy college friends?” She smiled.

Laura tore her eyes away from her chest. She forced a smile of her own. “Sounds like a plan.”

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