Cow Girl III, Part 17 (Patreon)

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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’s upper-most breasts, the DDDs, were swollen, flushed, and sensitive. The C-cups beneath them were rapidly growing into Ds, or…were they already Ds? Laura fidgeted and resisted the urge to massage them, the pressure of the larger mounds perched atop them leaving her uncomfortable, squirming, and red in the cheeks.

Despite it, she did her best to maintain her composure.

The pinkish bloated area beneath her belly—the fucking udder—seemed to be developing more each day. It was no longer just a rash on her skin, but a visible swell, like fat, but it wasn’t…was it? And the four lumps against it were distending, becoming more defined, and looking vaguely like thick nipples. They felt like them too, so tender and rousing. It was official, then. She had a fucking udder.

As the car came to a sharp halt, Laura did her best to cradle her wobbling mounds, but there seemed to be too many. She fidgeted and shivered, resisting a whimper. In the driver’s seat, Kim threw her head back and groaned indulgently.

“Everything’s just so sensitive.” Kim grinned.

Laura clambered out of the passenger’s seat with maximum awkwardness. Her tiny shorts felt uncomfortable all the sudden. Her pinkened pubic area had been feeling unreasonably hot lately, almost as hot as her four breasts were. Laura cradled the shorts, resisting the urge to unbutton them. She squirmed somewhat in her thigh-high boots.

Kim was the next to heave herself out of the car. She turned her gaze to the restaurant while flashing her trademark smirk.

Despite that they were nearly the same dimensions, Laura could not deny that Kim looked incredibly hot. The spandex dress her wore was so tight, it was practically pasted to her skin, showing off her plump hips, round ass, full thighs, swollen breasts, and bulging belly. The dress was low-cut, showing off her flushed, sweaty cleavage, sweat already seeping into the thin material. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her large nipples wiggled slightly as her breasts bobbed with her chest’s heaving movements. The dress was so short, it barely covered her ass, the mound of her udder practically pushing out of it in the front.

Despite how abnormal and grotesque the cow-condition was, Kim looked like a goddess. Swollen and fertile and perfect. Laura appraised her.

A back door of the car opened. There was a wheezy grunt. Laura and Kim waddled over to help Wendy to her feet. It was a struggle, as they could hardly reach Wendy’s arms past her gargantuan belly.

Laura and Kim both looked as though they were eight months along, but standing next to Wendy, they looked quite slim. Wendy’s belly was so swollen, she looked as though she had a bolder attached her. Her belly was wider than she was—in fact, she looked as though she was carrying a grown man (or two!) rather than a litter of babies. It trembled and Wendy moaned as she leaned back heavily on the car. It seemed implausible that such a mass was attached to such a small body.

Though her belly was perfectly round, it looked pudgy somehow, as though it way layered with several inches of fat. Wendy was wearing a yellow dress with an empire waist that must have been custom made, yet still stretched against the expanse of her girth. The fabric didn’t even reach her thighs, so Wendy was wearing leggings to complete the outfit.

It was odd that Wendy’s attire was formfitting, as though exaggerate how feebly the rest of her body was in comparison to her fat baby-mound.

“Ngghhhh…t-thanks guys,” Wendy gasped out, spreading her thighs. “It’s gotten so awkward since my udder came in.”

Laura blinked and looked down, craning her head somewhat to get a look. Initially Laura had thought that Wendy didn’t present as a cow in any way aside from her belly, but as Laura examined her, she could see the volley-ball sized mound bulging in Wendy’s leggings. It was pressed so snugly against the underside of Wendy’s girth, it wasn’t a surprise that Laura had not noticed it until then.

“Ugghh…” said Wendy, fidgeting. The udder seemed to quiver.

Laura shifted her gaze to Wendy’s groin, half-expecting cow-babies to just start popping out right there. She watched Wendy’s huge mass throb out then in, out then in, and could hardly understand how Wendy managed to stay balanced.

Still catching her breath from her exertions in getting out of the car, Wendy palmed feebly at the door, mouthing something.

Curious, Laura poked her head in and leaned over the back seat. She extricated what looked like an extra-wide walker, and unfolded it, before pushing it over to Wendy. Instead of a bench, there was a thick sheet of cloth that looked somewhat flexible and hung loosely like a hammock.

Wendy released a relieved sort of squeak, before waddling awkwardly to grasp the handles. She arched up slightly to shift her massive belly onto the hammock. It cradled the underside of the mound, Wendy sighing as her weight was shifted onto the contraption.

Laura blankly stared. She cradled her own belly in unease.

“This place looks good,” said Kim, her attention focused on the restaurant.

“I haven’t been here before,” said Laura, finally tearing her eyes away from Wendy. But her eyes just trailed back, like a magnet. She stared at the anthills on Wendy’s chest. The girl barely had breasts to speak of. Her face was round, cheeks flushed, blonde hair flowing down her back.

“Me neither,” Kim admitted. “This is Wendy’s spot.” The two had bumped into Wendy on the way out of the meeting.

“It’s good,” Wendy gasped out. “Caters to cow-girls.”

That was enough for Kim. She started forward. Laura trailed after Wendy, who shuffled with her walker, one step at a time.

The interior of the restaurant was large and open, with dark hues, and black and red coloring. Despite the discretion of the atmosphere, Laura did not miss the odd blend of cow girls and Normals. She could see a young girl staring at them uneasily. She had cow ears, and either she was chubby, or she was just beginning to show. Laura snorted, and gave her a sarcastic look, as though to say, Yeah, you’re fucked.

“This place is the best,” said Wendy, who was now only moderately breathless. “Their specialty is cheese dishes,” she added with a sly look to Kim.

Laura’s stomach grumbled at the thought.

“Dairy is like crack to us cow-whores,” Kim told Laura.

“If you say so,” said Laura with a grimace. This didn’t seem like a good idea, but she couldn’t see herself backing out. Just the aroma of hot cheese in the air had her following the others like a hatchling.

The hostess flashed a grin. Her eyes shot to Wendy. “Ah, Miss Montgomery. The usual spot?”

Wendy nodded eagerly.

Laura followed the others, helpless but to scrutinize them. Her experience with other cow girls was limited, and she couldn’t stop marveling at how Kim looked fiery, foxy, and illicit. Wendy looked adorable and strained, and fucking gigantic.

As they shuffled over to their table, Laura came to realize that it was not the discreet placement in a corner that she was expecting, nor was it a back room, or hidden behind a meticulous arrangement of shrubbery. Their table was in the center spot, so everyone could see them. In fact, as Laura looked at it, she realized that it wasn’t a table, but a large hot tub built into the floor! The water glowed blue and steamed around the table, which was clear, and seemed to float above the water.

With aid from two waiters, Wendy happily stripped down to a bikini top and a pair of swim shorts that cradled her udder. Her belly was obscenely massive, yet perfectly smooth. Laura could see the shifts of movement as her babies squirmed beneath her skin.

As Wendy gingerly eased herself down into the hot water, Kim climbed in fully clothed.

Laura blinked several times, before leaning down to unzip her boots. “Oh,” she gasped, as a waitress hurried over, and began to help her. “You don’t have to…” But both her boots were already undone.

Laura stepped out of them and carefully began to crouched down on the edge of the pool—the waitress still holding her arm, as though Laura was unbalanced. The nerve. Ignoring her, Laura eased her body into the hot water, and she couldn’t help but groan. Her lower body sunk beneath the surface, most of her belly disappearing as well. She couldn’t deny how great it felt. She arched her back and sighed. “This place is insane,” she turned to Wendy.

“I know,” Wendy said, wiggling her shoulders. With most of her body hidden, she almost looked like the skinny, young college student she had probably been prior to getting impregnated by cow-dick. “It’s nice. Lately I can hardly fit behind the tables at most restaurants.”

Laura didn’t doubt it.

“This place is so accommodating.”

A waiter set a pitcher of something in front of Wendy, and Wendy easily pulled the floating table closer to her. Laura had assumed that the pitcher was to share, but another one was set in front of her, and then a third, set in front of Kim.

The straw was extra-thick and extra-long, and had been manufactured in a way that it bent down at a tight angle, almost meeting Laura’s lips without manipulation. Laura shifted it between her teeth and took a draw. Her mouth was flooded with ice cold vanilla milkshake that was both sweet and buttery in such a delightful way.

“This is amazing,” Kim moaned against her straw.

Laura couldn’t deny it. The cold shake was a nice contrast to the clear, hot water, which was, in the meantime, working out all the kinks in her swollen body. Laura could hardly care that her top and shorts were soaked. It felt great. She undid another button of her loose shirt, allowing her cleavage to bulge more.

Despite that they had not ordered, waiters and waitresses began to load the table with dishes. There was baked macaroni and cheese, and lasagna so loaded with mozzarella that it took Laura several moments to identify the dish. Laura salivated at a platter of chips and goey queso, and the mountain of fried mozzarella sticks and cheese curds that sat right in front of her. There were even grilled cheese sandwiches and goey quiche that was still sizzling. There was a bowl of cheese soup, plump cheese ravioli, some cheeseburgers, a pizza with what had to be triple-cheese, a large plate of fancy cheese and fancy crackers, a cheese soufflé, cheese danishes, and the largest cheesecake Laura had ever seen.

Laura dug in without a second though, nearly forgetting about her company—but they were busy eating, themselves. Laura ate and ate, each dish proving addictive. They were replaced as rapidly as they were consumed, Laura’s massive milkshake switched promptly and continuously, sometimes strawberry, sometimes chocolate, thick and wonderful. She drank it all. Laura hardly registered the flavors, just that it was delicious, and it needed to be inside of her.

The massive table could be easily spun any time Laura wanted to reach something on the far end of it. It was perfect. She could hardly feel the tension rising in her belly, as everything was softened, massaged, and insulated by the hot water.

Kim had taken a break to catch her breath. Laura stuffed cheese curds into her mouth at a near-frantic pace. Wendy was happily digging into her fourth slice of cheesecake, her face pink, cheeks puffed. Laura almost wanted to tell her that maybe she’d had enough, but found that she was hardly in the position to be giving advice. Instead she pulled the cheesecake over to cut a slice for herself and cut another slice for Wendy.

“Are you rich or something?” Laura asked, voice muffled from food.

Wendy answered with a shrug. She continued to demolish her cake.

Kim released a belch and inched closer Laura, wearing a rather dazed look. “So what were you doing there?”

“The group?” Laura snorted. “Court order.” She found herself staring as Wendy dropped her fork with a pained grunt.

Two waiters were on her immediately. One rubbed Wendy’s shoulders for a while before his hands disappeared into the water. Wendy arched her back and moaned as she enjoyed, what appeared to be a belly-rub, from the waiter. The second waiter lifted a dish and actually began to feed Wendy. Eyes closed, Wendy obediently opened her mouth and accepted bites of food, her lips curved in contentment as she was stuffed to bursting.

Kim was absently chewing on a burger, which Laura found a bit demented. She scrunched her nose.

“You too, huh?” said Kim, reaching down with her free hand, to cup something. Probably her belly. Her face was flushed from the binge-eating, her breasts practically bulging from her top. Laura wasn’t sure if they had gotten larger, but they looked uncomfortably plump and swollen, and were just an inch or two from a public indecency charge. “So who’s the father?”

Laura gulped down the four mozzarella sticks she had stuffed into her mouth. “Brad,” she scoffed, still distracted by Wendy and the waiters. The waiters had now procured a funnel, of all things. Wendy didn’t even open her eyes as they removed the fork from her mouth to replace it with the tapered end of the funnel. They lifted a huge pitcher—at least five times as the size of the ones containing the milkshakes—and began to tip a thick, lumpy fluid into the funnel. It was green. Laura’s stomach lurched, but she didn’t know if it was from repulsion or desire.

“Isn’t it always,” said Kim with a sigh.

Laura blinked. “What?” She turned to her.

“Brad just seems like the perfect douchebag name. He is, right? A douchebag?”

Laura frowned. You got that right. She nodded.

Her shorts were getting tight. She cradled her pubic region with her hand, resisting the urge to unzip her pants. Then again, she was under water. Who would be able to tell, anyway? As the others gobbled down more food, and whatever that green crap was, Laura discreetly reached down, beneath her uncomfortably tight belly, and undid the button and zipper of her shorts.

She was surprised by the swell of fat that pushed out of it.