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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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The next morning, with Lucas sprawled on his side, a sheet splayed over his body. Ralph observed the great mass as it heaved as a whole, slowly, up and down. Lucas’ nipples poked against the thin material, his belly button a visible lump, and some of his teats protruding against it as well as the sheet hugged against Lucas’ bloated physique.

Lucas was still asleep, but his facial expression contorted a little every so often – Ralph supposed it was from the movement. Ralph sat back and continued to watch Lucas, silently marveling at the combined strangeness and beauty.

Later on that morning, Lucas was up and about – well, trying to get about. Ralph watched him hold up different shirts, trying to calculate whether or not they might still fit. Finally, he sagged, and settled for a stretchy tank top. Ralph watched him struggle into the attire, tugging at the hem, trying to get the expanse of his belly to negotiate the cotton material.

His boxers strained to accommodate his round backside, the front forced down to leave the udder was on full display. Lucas cradled the pink mound with one of his hands to keep it from bobbing in an unruly manner. Lucas’s free hand held his belly, his breasts left free to heave up and down atop it. As he continued to fully examine him, Ralph tried his best not to get too excited. Ralph found that he couldn’t help being attracted to Lucas regardless of what state he was in.

Lucas was now frowning as he scrutinized himself in the mirror. He took in his newly swollen breasts and plump udder, continuing to cradle it as he breathed.

“How does it feel?” Ralph asked from the bed.

Lucas shrugged. “Full,” he said wearily. “I think that’s the best way to put it.” He waddled over to ease himself beside Ralph.

Ralph assisted, holding Lucas’ arm and belly in hopes to steady the other boy, but this did nothing for Lucas’ bobbing breasts and udder.

Lucas grunted slightly as he sat down and his four nipples rubbed against the material of his top. Ralph could see them distend. He waited a moment, and slowly, the nipples relaxed, as did Lucas’ tense back. Lucas sighed before turning his attention to Ralph. He forced a smile, but it turned out quite weary. “You should go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m fine, Ralph.”

“You look like you’re ready to p-” Ralph stopped himself. He watched Lucas’ face redden. “To give birth.”

“Yes, I know I’m huge,” said Lucas, a little breathless. He rubbed circles on the side of his belly, the udder looking uncomfortable as it was partially pressed between Lucas’s belly and his lap. “And I…I don’t know why I feel this way, but…they’re not ready yet.” Lucas gulped, looking uneasy. “They’re not ready to come out. Not nearly. I think I still have a ways to go.”

Ralph frowned at Lucas in uncertainty, but he wasn’t going to press for an explanation. There was little about this scenario that actually made sense.

Ralph’s gaze shifted to Lucas’s round belly, and he imagined he looked like he was due with five babies by then. And for a while there, the two teenagers sat in silence, both watching the mass as it gently heaved, up and down.

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By midafternoon, Lucas had caught up on sleep, even with the squirming that littered his insides. He pulled on two strapless bras, that both pairs of his breasts bulged out of, but they still kept the mounds from wobbling around too much, which was a definite benefit. Lucas also pulled on a large T-shirt that was on the newer side. His mother had been optimistic in buying it, but it seemed to only pull down to his navel. Lucas held the lower half of his belly and sighed. His mother couldn’t be blamed for this. He really was growing fast.

Lucas next slipped his feet into a pair of sweatpants, and slowly worked them up to his hips, then he shifted it a bit to get his backside through. He threw a glance at his mirror.

Though his plump ass was practically bursting out from the back of the overly-stretched material, his mother had altered the pants in the front, widening it somewhat, and adding in a built-in pocket that supported the udder, while still allowing the hot mass to breathe as half of it still bulged over the waistband. The pink mound was gently cradled against the underside of Lucas’s belly, and felt supported for once. He no longer had to hold it still with his hand to keep it from bobbing around excessively.

Lucas began to pant. He didn’t think he could stay standing for much longer. He seated himself in a chair, but found himself fidgeting and shifting, sometimes hissing in discomfort as his belly pressed too hard against his udder. On top of that, the arms of the chair made it a tight squeeze, and his round ass made him feel unstable, like he would tip forward and onto the floor.

Lucas heaved himself up to his feet again, breathing heavily as he rubbed his belly. His gaze shifted to his large bed, and, somewhat shamefully, he eased himself upon it, upright against the several pillows that were propped against his headboard. This was better. Much better, his ass now free to sink into the soft mattress, the extra space allowing him to spread his legs wide and give the udder more room. Though he was ashamed of the amount of time he had been spending in his bed, maybe this was for the best. At least he was upright.

Lucas grabbed his remote and turned on the TV facing his bed. Perched there, he zoned out through episodes of a popular soap opera, barely conscious of family members as they periodically delivered him large bowls of food, or as he crammed each bite into his mouth.

“Ahhhh…” Only the movement brought him back to reality. “Easy…easy…” Lucas cooed, his body tensing as the masses wiggled. “Nrrghhh…” His belly button began to throb out and in, at times doubling in size, then shrinking again. The mass was already the size of a tangerine as it was. Lucas shifted and grunted as the episode intensified. He felt like his babies wanted to burst out of him, but still, he knew, They’re not ready yet.

“Lucas, are you alright in here?” Cona strolled in. “Oh Lou.” She hurried over and sat beside Lucas as the eighteen-year-old continued to grunt and moan. Cona lifted Lucas’s shirt up and applied soothing rubs all over the plump mound, her fingers partially sinking into the inch or two of fat that layered it.

The movement slowly winded down, Lucas breathing heavily as it did. But Cona kept at it, her face full of sympathy. “So much activity,” Cona said in wonder. She reached onto Lucas’s nightstand to open a contained of oily cream. She then began to apply it, massaging the cream into Lucas’s mound.

Lucas slowly caught his breath. He blushed in embarrassment of his state of plump helplessness. “Mom, when is it going to be…time?” said Lucas uneasily. “I’m absolutely huge. I’m not sure how much more growth I can take.”

Cona paused in her application of the cream. “That’s hard to say, Lucas…It depends on a lot of factors.”

“What factors?” Lucas would have snapped had he not been so breathless. Instead it came out as a wheeze.

“Speak to your father.” Cona stood and began to take her exit.

“Mmmm…mom!” said Lucas in frustration. He tried to get up, but his body wasn’t having it. His insides started to squirm again, and a small belch escaped his mouth. “Well can you get him!” he called out the door, his irritation swelling. “Mmmmmm…” He rubbed what he could reach of his belly in hopes that the restless movement didn’t start up again.

And so Lucas stayed put, lounging on his plump ass, his knees spread, and his body calming. He flipped channels in his restlessness. Maybe he would be more ready to get up in another hour or so. The bigger he grew, the more he wanted answers. He felt like a blimp. He had never anticipated that things would go so far.

Lucas’ thoughts raced when he was distracted by a commercial. There was an attractive couple, with joined hands, walking towards the sunset on an empty beach as a voiceover discussed a brand of condoms. It was the same brand that he and Ralph had used.

As the voiceover discussed the condoms’ 99.9 percent rate of effectiveness, Lucas became hot in anger. So much so, that his eyes widened and his breasts started to bloat. “Ohhhh….” He groaned, his face reddening as his shoulders trembled and his nipples pushed out, really pushed out, before his eyes, swelling, distending, as his four breasts followed, rising, bloating up to bobbing honeydews, topped off by golf ball-sized nipples by then. Now soaked in sweat, Lucas tried his best to relax. His breasts were incredibly round, and firmer now, and they were starting to encroach upon his field of vision, at least when he was in the slumped position that he was in. Again he trembled and released a small groan. His nipples burned and he didn’t think he would be able to hold it in for much longer. His shirt had shrunk several sizes, now pasted to his breasts. Lucas stared at his protruding nipples, and carefully grazed one with his fingertips. He released a yelp as they distended more.

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