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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 was flushed when he finished his massive dinner portion. In fact, he was the last to finish. He looked up to see that his parents were silently watching. He must have really been pigging out. All his brothers were glaring at him, jealous perhaps now that he was given more food than they were. Lucas covered his mouth as a belch escaped his lips.

And now he was uncomfortable, his four stomachs absolutely packed. His insides squirmed, his belly bulging out more than ever. “Mmm…” Lucas groaned quietly as something in him shifted. He released another belch.

As Lucas pushed back his chair, his mother started, as though she wanted to help him. But Webber placed his hand on his mother’s and both stayed put, for which Lucas was sort of appreciative. He didn’t want to be as helpless as he felt. He planted his hands firmly against the table, and with some difficulty, lifted himself from the chair.

He remained in that position for a while, deeply breathing, his belly pressing the table, his four breasts heaving up and down. He wished he had given himself some time to digest. Now everyone was just watching him. Lucas deeply inhaled and stepped away from the table. Holding his belly, he slowly waddled off to his room.

No one seemed to know what to say to him anymore. Aside from throwing awkward smiles and bringing him food, his family had gotten rather unsociable following the news of his pregnancy.

Lucas tried to bury himself in his studies.

That evening he sat up in bed against some pillows, trying and failing to focus on the textbook in his arms. He was wearing some sweatpants that were getting snug at the hips and thighs, and quite tight at the backside. His udder bulged partly out of the waistband where the mound sat on his lap. He had a tank top stretched down over his breasts, the sleek cleavage of the upper set bulging against the neckline. The tank top didn’t extend to his large belly, which was protruding completely out in the open. His girth made him look as though he was at term with quadruplets by then, and it was quite the burden to carry around.

His breasts – his nipples especially – were sore, and Lucas found himself constantly wanting to, but refraining from, rubbing them. The four mounds were heated and sweaty. Lucas had found himself sleeping topless the past several nights.

And shift as he might, it now seemed impossible to find a position in which his belly wasn’t pressing somewhat against his udder. The pink mass had gotten really tight and sore lately, teats long, fat, and sticking out.

Lucas continued to shift in his discomfort, his breasts wiggling, and then his belly began to tighten and stir. He groaned and rubbed it. Had his mother really had to go through all of this? Lucas just wanted to know when it would end.

He grunted and stared down at his large belly, his face reddening in discomfort as it shifted and heaved with strong movement. He watched his belly button throb. Other times, his skin would bulge. “Mmmm…” he groaned, desperately rubbing the mass. What was going on in there? How…many…was he carrying?

There was a tapping on his window. Lucas blinked and looked up. He was startled to see Ralph’s face on the other side of the glass. He hurriedly tried to pull the tank top down, but it had no hope of triumphing his belly, and simply just snapped back up over it. Lucas next tried to get up – maybe he could lock the window – but he ended up unintentionally shifting more of his belly-weight against his udder, and released a yelp of pain. He quickly leaned back against the pillows, giving his udder as much space as he could. “Haahhhh…hahhhh…” Lucas breathed, beet red in the face as his udder stung, teats distended, and the mass as a whole trembled. It was massive by then – the size of a volley ball – and terribly sensitized. Like his breasts, it had become hot to the touch. He suspected he knew why, and he had been doing his best to avoid any unnecessary contact with it. He continued to try to cool down. He helplessly watched as his window slid open and Ralph clambered inside.

“Lucas…” Ralph stared at him in shock. He didn’t move from his spot. He was speechless.

Lucas forced a smile but it was full of self-resentment. “Hi…” he forced out.

“What…happened to you?” said Ralph.

Lucas bit his bottom lip. This wasn’t the best time for him. He was still experiencing movement in his belly, the udder still stinging beneath it.

“Is…is this why you’ve been avoiding me?” Ralph continued to gawk.

Lucas opened his mouth to respond but his words caught in his throat.

Sensing that he was upset, Ralph walked over and sat beside Lucas on the bed. He hesitated, and placed his hand on Lucas’s shoulder. “Lucas…”

Lucas sat up slowly, with care this time, cradling his udder as he slowly eased his belly down. He shifted to the edge of the bed, beside Ralph, and then in resignation, couldn’t help burying his face against Ralph’s shoulder. Ralph’s eyes widened as Lucas’s mounds were pressed against him. He could feel the squirming in Lucas’s abdomen. Then Ralph slowly wrapped his arm around what he could of the other teen. “Why have you been avoiding me?”

“Why do you think?” Lucas managed. “Look at me.”

Ralph swallowed. “Lucas…are you…?”

“Yes,” Lucas forced out. “Dad ran about five different tests. I’m – ohhhhh…” Lucas groaned, as he experienced another powerful squirm. He held his belly and stared down at his belly button as it twitched, then wiggled. “Ahhhh…mmmm…” This thing was strong. His belly heaved as he breathed and rubbed it. The episode winded down, and Lucas glanced up at the stunned Ralph. “I don’t know how this happened,” he said weakly. “Dad thinks it was you – us. I don’t even know how that’s possible. Then again, I am a freak. Fuck, Ralph…” But now his insides were wiggling. Ralph reached over and assisted in the rubbing, Lucas’s face reddening as he did.

“You’re not a freak,” said Ralph quietly.

Lucas swallowed. “I-I should be going into labor soon, I think…I don’t know. My parents are really vague, and…”

Ralph kissed him, pulling Lucas closer, even with the large belly dividing them a good ways. “This all happened so fast,” Lucas said as he broke the kiss.

“I wish you hadn’t shut me out,” responded Ralph. “I had no idea what you were going through.” He rubbed Lucas’s back.

“Ralph...” Lucas muttered as Ralph began to slide his sleeve off his shoulder. He was surprised that Ralph would find him attractive, strange and plump as Lucas’s body had become.

“You’re amazing,” Ralph said.

The pleasure somehow overpowered the awkwardness and discomfort, and it was well worth it in the end. A while later, the two were sprawled together, naked in the bed, Ralph’s chest against Lucas’s back and arms wrapped around him to absently cradle what he could reach of his abdomen.

Lucas was just trying to catch his breath. His belly was tense and felt as though it was throbbing. His breasts were heaving and his face was flushed.

Ralph looked at him in concern. “What is it?”

Lucas shrugged. “A lot of things,” he said breathlessly. For one, it was discomfort. His breasts suddenly felt very hot and very tight.

Lucas slowly sat up, conscious of the orientation of each of his mounds as he shifted into an upright position. His lower breasts were perched on his belly, the upper ones perched on those. They were so round and perky, each the size of a cantaloupe by then, and there just wasn’t much room. And they felt so strange, so full and bloated. Lucas groaned and instinctively arched his back as the pressure peaked and filled the four mounds, and by the way that Ralph was staring, he suspected they were actually swelling. He pushed them out as much as he could. They needed space. God, they were so sore.

Then the pressure eased and Lucas sunk against his belly, gripping the mound. His breasts didn’t feel good to be compressed against each other, but there was little he could do about it. It was the nature of his anatomy. He watched the four mounds heave with his panting, looking fuller and plumper than before. His nipples were protruding considerably on his chest. “Mom says…” Lucas gasped out. “…that my…that my milk will be coming in soon, but that’s another thing I can’t deal with. I just…” He grunted as his nipples grew yet more erect, almost painfully so. “Hahhh…hooo…” His breasts were so full and round, probably…engorged. Lucas trembled as his nipples swelled out yet more, to the size of fat grapes.

But slowly they relaxed, and shrunk, and Lucas’s shoulders sank. “Mom says that once it…once it starts, it’s just going to keep at it until after the…after the…ohhhh…” Now his udder was acting up. Maybe sex hadn’t been the best idea. He spread his legs as much as he could so the udder was perched between his thighs.

Ralph sat up. “Are you all right?”

Lucas just nodded and fidgeted as his udder trembled between his legs, teats standing erect. It looked as though it was pulsating by then. Lucas’s eyes squeezed shut.

Ralph hesitated, and reached down to lightly stroke the rubbery pink mass.

Lucas took a sharp intake of breath. “Don’t,” he said weakly.

“You look uncomfortable.” Ralph frowned.

“I want to hold off on the…er…lactating,” Lucas said, cheeks pink. “At least until after I give…give birth.”

Ralph frowned, but didn’t pursue the matter. He sat there as both waited for Lucas’s body to relax. Afterwards, they lay down together.

Ralph leaned over to kiss Lucas’s shoulder, but he was still very tense. Neither got much sleep that night, both deeply absorbed in thought.

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