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Note: This is a male version of Cow Girl II.

Summary: At eighteen, Lucas begins to experience certain physical changes. Contains: Male: pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, multiple breasts, udders, gender transition, and more.

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Lucas hurriedly tried to tug down his shirt but the damage was done. His mother had seen everything.

Cona was sitting on the bed. “Oh Lucas,” she said, looking at him with a mournful expression.

Lucas launched into explanation. “Mom, it’s not what it looks like. It’s just-”

“Your father told me everything.”

Lucas shut his mouth.

Cona rose and approached, offering Lucas her hand. Lucas stared up at her.

Though completely extraordinary in appearance, Cona was still quite beautiful. Unlike Lucas, Cona completely owned her physique. Her four breasts were full and round on her chest, almost on show in the formfitting top she was wearing. While her belly was slim, between Cona’s plump hips, her udder bulged out within her knee-length skirt that tented out against it. Cona’s udder was huge, at least the size of a basketball. Lucas often wondered how his mother dealt with the sensation of it bobbing about against her thighs, especially when she wasn’t wearing the support flap resembling overalls that was often affixed to her waist.

Cona seemed to read his thoughts. “I have plenty of tips. Now come on, get off that dusty floor.”

Lucas hesitated and grabbed Cona’s hand, allowing his mother to help him to his feet. But once he was standing, Lucas found difficulty meeting his mother’s eyes.

Cona gently guided him to the bed. Lucas spread his legs and eased himself down, slowly, carefully, so not to place too much pressure against his udder. But still, he continued to stare down. He took note of his mother’s large udder, that was now perched on her lap, poking out beneath the hem of her skirt. It was so full and round. There was no hiding the mass and Cona did not seem at all concerned that it was partially visible.

“Lucas.” Lucas snapped out of his reverie as his mother mentioned his name. Cona cupped his cheek. “It’s okay. Lucas…”

His resolve crumbling, Lucas buried himself against his mother’s chest, as Cona gently stroked his back. Lucas didn’t even care about the movement in his belly at that moment. Though he had feared becoming like mother, he had a great amount of admiration for the woman. On some level, he wanted to be morelike her. At least mentally, and emotionally. Because as things were, he was falling apart.

After several minutes, Lucas’s sobs subsided enough for him to ask, “What are you doing up, mom?”

“Thinking about what I would say to you.”

Lucas sniffed.

“I know what you’re going through,” Cona continued. “Trust me, I do. Your father and I want to help you, Lucas. But you have to let us.”

Still buried against his mother’s chest, Lucas nodded.

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The following day, it was agreed that Lucas would be homeschooled, at least until the birth of his child, or children. It was also determined that Lucas would have to take a leave from his job. They were dealing with an extremely extraordinary, if not high-risk pregnancy, and it would be best if Lucas avoided anything that was potentially strenuous so not to jeopardize it.

Webber also pressed Lucas to do a sonogram, but Lucas was not ready, and his parents accepted this. His bloodwork was good, as were the results of his exams, so Webber and Cona let him off on this one. It was agreed that they would revisit the idea in another few weeks.

With that settled, Lucas uneasily asked his mother about what to expect, going forward. He absently held his belly under the table.

“Well…er…a lot of things,” said Cona awkwardly. She and Webber exchanged a look. “Of course, you’ll be growing some. There will be movement no doubt. Regular pregnancy stuff. I suppose your milk will be coming in soon.”

“Milk?” said Lucas in alarm.

Cona frowned at him. “Lucas, that’s not even…” Cona sighed as if to say it wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg. “It’s hard to say. Your pregnancy is obviously different from mine. I am genetically human – for the most part – whereas you were born half cow. And male at that. So things are – different. Maybe even easier. There were no huge surprises for you.”

Lucas frowned at her. He disagreed.

“But I’d say your biggest changes are past you. Um…I think. Perhaps.” Cona scratched her head, glancing away. It was like she was tiptoeing around things.

Lucas crossed his brows. “What aren’t you telling me, mom? And will I be going into labor soon? I mean, of course I will. Look at me.” He reddened slightly as he gestured to his large abdomen. As if on cue, it grumbled, and Lucas reddened more.

Both his parents pressed their lips.

“Lucas…we really do need to take care of that sonogram,” said Webber.

-

Lucas could feel himself slowly being shut in. He was spending more time inside the house than outside of it. And worse, he wasn’t sure what to do about it.

The news of his pregnancy was announced to his brothers, who each awkwardly congratulated him, one or two looking positively horrified. And Lucas, in return, awkwardly thanked them, trying to ignore the snorts and snickers, the mutters about what he and Ralph had been up to on their “study dates.” Lucas pretended not to hear any of it.

And with the announcement, something strange occurred. The news of his pregnancy came out of hiding, but so did the physical evidence. Lucas quickly started to swell.

Maybe on some subconscious level, he just let himself go. Or maybe the creature or creatures inside of him were having some sort of a growth spurt. Either way, in the matter of a week, Lucas was not sure how he had ever concealed it at all.

It didn’t help that his parents were making sure he was well fed, even taking into account his midnight episodes of ravenousness, and appearing in his bedroom with large trays piled with delicious food. And throughout the day, almost hourly, Cona or Webber would come to Lucas’s room bearing a snack. A stack of peanut butter pancakes, a large chocolate milkshake, a pair of plump turkey drumsticks – there was always something on hand. On the occasions Lucas did come out of his room and peek into the fridge, it was always quite well stocked.

But there was no need for that, not really. He was becoming quite sedentary, complacent in a way that unnerved him. He was always supplied with whatever he needed. It was like his parents wanted to keep him fat, happy, and oblivious of what was really transpiring.

God, he was growing. His brothers had to help out more with the cooking and cleaning, because he had to “take it easy,” but really, he was becoming very ungainly. And the more he was helped, the less he had to do. The less he had to do, the faster the weight piled on. Soon he was doing little more than eating and sleeping. Sometimes watching TV, or web browsing on his laptop. Slowly, he was getting depressed.

He hadn’t spoken to Ralph in weeks. He ignored Ralph’s calls and had his family turn him away at the door. Lucas wondered what Ralph would say if he saw him now.

Lucas spent most of his time in various massive tops and pajamas his mother had purchased for him, but he was determined to get himself dressed and presentable, at least during family time. Like meals, for example.

That evening, he made an effort. He pulled on a huge pair of strapless bras his mother had given him, but his breast flesh bubbled over both of them. He frowned down at his mounds. Both bras were FFF-cups. His nipples were large and distended and protruded against the thin material.

Lucas pulled on one of his shirts tops. It clung to his chest, revealing every contour of his bloated mounds, and it only covered half of his belly, the rest of which protruded out beneath it. Lucas huffed in frustration. It would have to do.

Next Lucas tried to pull on some shorts, but it could barely stretch over his large, rounded ass, let alone conceal the expanse of his crack. Lucas tossed it aside and struggled with some sweatpants, but again, his round ass was bulging against the top, stretching it to extreme proportions.

It would have to do. In the front, the sweats sort of cradled his round udder, which Lucas found rather comfortable. His belly meanwhile, was now full of tension, his belly button back to visibly throbbing. Lucas grunted as it twitched. He cupped the mound, now the size of a tangerine. Just how strong was this thing? Lucas leaned on a wall and applied some soothing rubs to his belly, trying to ease the creature within. This wouldn’t go on for much longer. This pregnancy had to end soon. Lucas reminded himself of this, and it seemed to comfort both the baby and him. He looked as though he was due with triplets by then. He didn’t imagine he could get much larger.

Tugging down his shirt, Lucas straightened his back, opened the door, and waddled his way to the dining room.

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