Cow Boy II, Part 18 (Patreon)

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Summary: Sequel to Cow Boy. Decades following Lucas’s ordeal, the cow-person condition is becoming an epidemic. Taylor has the misfortune of contracting the gene. Contains:  Male: pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, multiple breasts, udders, lactation, and more.

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Taylor was startled when warm fingers suddenly pressed into his back.

“Shhhh,” the waitress urged close to his ear.

Though astonished, Taylor eased back somewhat. The massage was sort of nice.

As he sank and fully gave in to the woman’s fingers, he wondered how a server at a cheese restaurant could have become such a talented masseuse.

It was very relaxing, and combined with the heated water, made him almost forget about how distressingly gluttonous he had been just moments before.

Taylor hummed quietly, hardly minding as the talented fingers moved gradually down his shoulders, then his arms, to make contact with his stomach.

“Ohhh…” he groaned, as the waitress kneaded against the tension. But rather than worsening things, it seemed to comfort his pressurized mound, the tightness giving way to the lapping water. Taylor hardly noticed as a nearby waiter dumped a bottle of a purple fluid into the hot tub.

“What…?” Taylor managed.

“Just some softening agents,” the waitress massaging him murmured. “Completely natural…it won’t harm the babies…just a little something to make you more comfortable.”

Taylor had hardly ever thought of the creatures as “babies,” but rather than panicking him, the waitress’ assurances made him feel strangely comfortable with it. He allowed his eyes to close. It wasn’t long before something oddly pressed against his lips, moistening them. It was oily, and…salty. Taylor dipped his tongue out. It tasted like butter.

He opened his mouth to inquire about what it was, when something was gently pushed into his mouth.

It had the texture of thick whipped cream but tasted unmistakably like sweetened butter. Though tempted to open his eyes and determine exactly what was being fed to him, he just felt too good, too right, to protest. He didn’t want to disrupt things. It was best to just go along with it. After all, this was the nicest he had felt in a while.

He felt sensual…and attractive. It was the first time he had genuinely felt good about his body since this whole thing had begun. His belly tightened and his groin tingled as his mouth opened to take in another serving of the cream. He knew this couldn’t be good for him, and yet it was utterly delectable. He took in more and more until his cheeks bulged. He struggled, but swallowed.

“Tell me about Jack,” Kim inquired in a contented drawl.

Taylor sighed. “Just some asshole,” he mumbled languidly. “Keeps trying to get in my pants.”

“Trying to knock you up more?”

“Oh, he already did that.”

Taylor didn’t have to look to know that Kim was grinning. “You’re gonna get huge.”

Taylor tensed slightly, but the waitress was as attentive as ever, and soon he was back to putty in her hands. “What about you?” he managed. “Who’s your, uh, baby-daddy?”

“My loving boyfriend, of course.”

Taylor’s eyes popped opened. He looked at Kim, who was paying him little mind, her head back and eyes closed, fat breasts crowning out of the water like two plump pillows. She was in the midst of a massage of her own.

Taylor sank slightly. He had not expected that. He hardly had the chance to contemplate the matter, when a heaping scoop of thick cream was urged into his mouth. “Oh…mmmmghh…” He closed his eyes again.

Taylor wanted to know what Kim had done to end up in court-mandated group therapy, but decided not to ask. If it had nothing to do with the father of her cow-spawn, the possibilities were suddenly eerie, and Taylor did not want to know.

Dulcet music filtered through the air, soft, and yet encompassing. He could hardly hear any of the other restaurant patrons around him. He hardly cared about their presence. It was like they didn’t exist anymore.

He heard Kim’s moans and Wendy’s panting. His body throbbed, but not unpleasantly. The growing pressure and tightness was almost euphoric, the water beat against his quivering body.

Taylor didn’t know how long he was sprawled there, eating and dozing, but soon the wondrous hands withdrew. He hardly noticed. He was so comfortable, he was disinclined to move. Not yet. Nothing could disrupt this perfect moment.

Not until there was a long groan, and a slight splashing to his left. Taylor slowly opened his eyes to see that the floating tabletop had been removed, and Wendy was being helped out of the hot tub by four different waiters around her.

Taylor gasped when Wendy’s belly emerged from the water. Wendy, in tandem, released a whimper as she was reacquainted with the burdens of gravity. Her belly was massive—even more massive than before, were that even possible. She wailed in protest, and the waiters gingerly lowered her to her knees to the fluffy carpet and pillows that surrounded the pool edge, though at Wendy’s size, she could not achieve all-fours. Instead she was perched upright, sitting on her heels, thighs spread wide, her gravid abdomen crushing against them. Her chest heaved up and down with her desperate, shallow breathing. Her belly gave a visible tremor, and Wendy groaned, her cheeks flushed a deep red, lips pressed together in discomfort.

She was morbidly huge, practically deformed. She no longer even seemed human—more like a strange creature, her belly several times the weight that she was.

Wendy squealed as the waiters again heaved up her bolder of a belly—with considerable effort on their part. They navigated the mound into Wendy’s custom walker, though it could hardly fit anymore. Her belly bulged out at the sides, the device creaking and straining as Wendy’s mound was squished against its too-small confines. Wendy wheezed, looking exhausted and faint. The waiters stepped back, each struggling to recover from the effort of carrying her.

Having thoroughly killed Taylor’s food-buzz, Wendy wheeled herself off with the aid of two waiters at a snail’s pace. To Taylor’s trepidation, the two waiters that remained were headed for Kim, sleeves still drawn to their elbows.

Lethargic and content as ever, Kim had hardly paid the scene with Wendy any mind. She opened one eye and sighed when the waiters indicated that they wanted to help her out of the tub. Giving each one of her arms, she pulled herself up.

To Taylor’s surprise, Kim had grown as well. All of her breasts were bigger and now uniform in size, the lower ones pushing the plump uppers ones up and causing them to pop entirely out of her low-cut dress.

One of the waiters quickly covered Kim’s stack of fat EEs with a towel to preserve her modesty, but this did little to hide the other changes. Kim’s ass had gotten huge, most of it bulging out of the back of her dress like twin basketballs pressed together behind her, bobbing visibly with every move she made. Her belly looked bigger as well, udder swollen where it was cradled beneath it.

Kim looked entirely pleased for some reason. “Oh, this is hot,” she moaned as her thighs rubbed.

Taylor gulped as Kim was guided off by a waiter, her huge ass rocking behind her. The remaining waiter hurried over to Taylor.

Though he played with the idea of just staying in the hot tub forever, Taylor shakily raised his hand and allowed the waiter to clasp it.

He heaved his body up from the water, scrunching his nose as he noticed how heavy he felt compared to before. Taking a gulp, Taylor looked down at himself.

His belly was definitely bigger—bigger than Kim’s was now. He looked as though he was overdue with twins, round and tight, but as he touched his mound, he could feel the resistance, as though there was still more room to grow.

Taylor slid his hand down, and to his horror, he could feel his udder bulging, with no hope of squeezing back into his shorts. The nubs had distended by inches, and he would be pressed to hide it. The udder had somehow swelled up to the size of a cantaloupe. Taylor shuddered in remorse.

Back straining, he carefully climbed out of the hot tub. His breasts rocked, and he noticed that they had grown as well, at least as large as Kim’s, all of them uniform. The formerly-loose shirt was now tight against him. He whimpered and cradled his wobbling udder as he was led off, oblivious of where the waiter was taking him.

The other patrons of the restaurant watched on with grins and murmurs, as though he was some spectacle they had been waiting for. The girl Taylor had snorted at before crossed her arms, a nasty smirk on her visage.

Taylor was led into what seemed like an elegant take on a locker room, where the waiter unceremoniously pulled off his top and dried him off. Before Taylor could even squeak his indignation, he was bundled up in a large, fluffy robe, and then guided through a sumptuous corridor.

His groin was tingly, hot, and tender, making his knees almost buckle at times in his progression. Even worse, he could somehow feel himself still growing, the strong pressure in his core causing his abdomen to clench and his skin to prickle. He could feel waves of heat and tension pulsing through his masses. Somehow it felt nice, horrifying as it was.

A second waiter had arrived, the two of them looking slim, tidy, and unruffled as they escorted Taylor, each holding one of his hands and an elbow. They treated him with polite dignity despite the earlier gawking patrons. None of this was unusual to them. It was a…routine thing.

Behind a thick wall of scarlet curtains, Taylor entered a room that was windowless and circular, intricate chandeliers casting low beams over the walls. The floor was covered in soft white carpeting, and a massive round bed dominated the center of the room. It seemed more like four beds in one, and was covered in crimson sheets of silk.

Kim and Wendy were sprawled on different sides of the bed almost adjacent to each other. Wendy was on her side, still panting quietly, and looking obscenely gigantic, her face flushed and sweaty. Her belly pushed towards the center of the bed, and lay there, heaving visibly. Laid out like that, she was beginning to look like a girl attached to a mass rather than the opposite.

Kim was supine, leaning on one of her elbows to peek at Taylor. She grinned cheekily. “How fun was that?” she laughed.