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Cow Girl III, Epilogue
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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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The annual family brunch was always hard for Violet.
She had been one of the babies in her mothers last litter, and the house was always full to the brim with all the siblings her mother had produced during her twenty fertile years. There were literally hundreds of them.
Of course, most of them werent present. Some lived across the country, others, abroad. But Violets family was known fairly well in cow-girl circles. They were considered the originals. Which was silly, because Violets grandmother had been a cow as well.
Family gatherings were always full of sisters and sister-in-laws in various stages of pregnancy. Violets sister Cona was on her twelfth litter, and she was bigger than everyone. In fact, she looked ready to pop.
Violet fixed her face with a polite smile as everyone fretted over Cona. Violets date took on a lot of the conversation directed her way, and Violet was appreciative of that, even though he didnt know he was doing her a favor.
Violet was just glad when it was finally over. She was one of the first to leave.
Thanks for hosting us, said her date, Charlie. His cheeks were flushed from a few too many bloody marys.
Her mother kissed them both, and hugged Violet for a long time. Violet knew she was worried about her. Violet was still amazed by how small and thin her mother was, compared to the photos from her childhood, when Lucy had been plump and bountiful, and just huge at times. Violet supposed that was the hormone loss. Her mother was about to turn sixty-eight.
You were quiet today, said her mother.
Im fine, mom.
Lucy gave her one more squeeze before letting her go.
Are you sure youre okay to drive? said Violet as she got into the car. As she sunk down, she enjoyed her new layer of softness. She had put on thirty pounds, and many of her family members seemed to have noticed. Dr. Speal had her on constant food-binges, and it was straight up nauseating at times, but she enjoyed how her body was changing.
Im not drunk, Violet, said Charlie, as he got into the drivers seat.
We can amend that, Violet said with a wink.
Charlie raised an eyebrow. I figured you wanted me to take you home.
That doesnt mean youre not coming with me.
Its a deal.
Violet struggled to contain her grin.
Her family had no idea that Charlie was a bull. Violet had done her research. Apparently they were very distant cousins, though it wasnt that uncommon in the cow community. And Charlie had seemed almost drawn to her, even moreso as she had gotten fuller. It was like they could sense each others genetic abnormalities.
They had been going out a couple of weeks now, and Charlie had been relieved she had told him she came from a family a cows. He had been nervous about disclosing just that about his own family. They had discussed the possibility of sex, and fertility risks. Violet had sworn she was on cow-specific contraceptive and had an IUD. That, of course, was a lie.
You want a mint? said Violet.
Sure. Charlie popped it into his mouth.
The mint was, of course, laced with viagra. It was her first time giving him that, but Violet had been secretly drugging Charlie with potency medication for days. She herself was pumped full of fertility drugs, all part of Speals medical regimen for her.
They pulled into the parking garage of Violets apartment building.
You havent shown me your place before, Charlie noted.
Well isnt it your lucky day, said Violet, grabbing his shirt. He leaned down and kissed her.
The feelings of guilt were miniscule, they were incidental to her excitement.
She pulled away from Charlie, and the two of them smiled at each other.
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Wendy chewed slowly.
She was, essentially, a blob.
Her legs were numb beneath her, but she was sure her attendants would shift them soon. They did so every hour on the hour.
Wendy had round the clock care now. Her medical case was rarewell, unheard of, to be perfectly precise.
After 18 months, Wendy still hadnt gone into labor. Instead she grew and grew. Sometimes her belly trembled ominously. She could feel her litter of babies twitch inside her, so packed in there that, often, lumps formed on her belly, and she could trace the outlines of her offspringwell, on the occasions that she could reach them.
Try as they might, her physicians could not induce her. They did not want to perform surgery, saying that said they were concerned about the depth and the pressure. But Wendy knew it was mostly a liability issue.
So now she lived on the soft floor, her gigantic mound cradled by blankets and pillows there where it took up most of her living room. She had two or three attendants on hand at any given moment, and they alternated between feeding her and lotioning her girth. Wendy was eating constantly now. Any moment she wasnt left her feeling as though she was starving.
It was a pleasant, if uneventful, existence. Wendy did not have to worry about anything, not even carrying her babies inside her. She just did.
Mmm, she moaned, as a thick straw was stuffed into her mouth by one of her attendants. She began to suck down a very thick milkshake.
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After giving birth to eight perfect little cow-infants, Kim settled down with Kurt. She even managed to get back into relatively good shape, though her body remained curvaceous, with wide, plump hips, four bloated breasts bobbing on her chest, a Nicki Minaj ass, and a soft pooch of a belly that made her look five months pregnant. She couldnt get rid of no matter what she tried. Kurt said it was cute, and she thought so tooeven when she complained extensively about it.
Kim and Kurt now used numerous, extreme, and sometimes borderline illegal, methods of birth control, and so far Kurt hadnt managed to knock her up again. Though, when Kim thought about it, she figured that it wouldnt be the worst thing in the world.
At present, the two were taking on the challenge of unloading the van full of their chaotic little family.
Kurt helped Kim strap two gurgling infants to her chest, where they took the opportunity to dig into her low collar and feed while they were there.
Kurt strapped the second two to his own chest, then they each got a double-stroller with two babies each, by which point both were fairly breathless.
Kim gave Kurt one of the sarcastic sneers she often threw his way as though to say, this is your fault.
Kurt beamed back. Ready to go in?
I guess, Kim drawled.
They made their way up the walk of a cutesy two-story house. It was sickeningly domestic. In fact, it reminded Kim of her own house. Kim rang the doorbell, and only a moment later, Brad answered, somehow balancing a squirming baby on each hip.
Come in, come in, he said, a little flustered. He turned and led them inside.
Cow babies didnt cry much. They were refreshingly quiet, and Kim was grateful, because she was sure she would have quickly abandoned Kurt and their brood if the babies were wailing in her ears all day.
What Brads children lacked in volume, they made up in quantity. There were babies crawling around everywhere, and Kim had to be careful not to step on one.
She began to unload her own children from their strollers, having dressed them all in red to label them the hell-spawn they were, in case of any mix-up.
This is a nice place youve got here, said Kurt, looking around the gigantic interior of the house. It was messy and disorderly, but Kim could tell it had been a nice place once upon a time ago.
Yeah, Brad grinned as changed a diaper on a changing table against the wall. That job offer couldnt have come at a better time.
After unloading the others, Kurt tried to help Kim detach their two babies from her chest, but the infants werent having it, and it devolved into a struggle. Brad awkwardly watched on, then looked away. Laura should be right out.
As if on cue, Laura did just that, wobbling into the room. She was wearing a stretchy dress that outlined every curve of her body, including her massive bolder of a belly that she somehow kept balanced as she teetered in. She moved at a snails pace, and could barely seem to support her own weight, panting heavily and putting up an arduous struggle, her whole face flushed. Brad quickly got her a cowgirl-walker, like the one Wendy used to use. In fact, Laura reminded Kim of Wendy in her massiveness. Fleetingly, Kim wondered what Wendy was up to.
Lauras four breasts were the size of volleyballs wobbling on her chest, her udder like an overinflated basketball cradled beneath it. Her ass was immense. And her belly seemed like an entity of its own, huge, throbbing, and giving off these weird jerks seemingly on a chronic basis. It was rather odd. In fact, were those contractions?
Laura had claimed that she had been much larger than she was at present the first time she had given birth, yet Kim just didnt see how that could be possible.
Kim went to Lauras side and gave her plump cheek a light kiss, as hugging didnt seem plausible at that moment.
Its good to see you, said Laura breathlessly. She absently rubbed the side of her belly, wincing from time to time. In the stretchy material her dress, her nipples were massive, long and thick, and really sticking out by an inch or two. In fact, they sort of looked like they were becoming teats. Kim wondered if Laura was still transforming.
One of the dozen of babies on the living room floor crawled over, and began to paw at Lauras thigh, while making a whimpering noise. Laura looked down, but couldnt seem to spot the young one beyond her mammoth gut. Oh Brad, could you?
Brad quickly scooped the infant up and brought it to Lauras chest. He helped Laura to nurse, his muscular body hiding Kims view of Lauras weird nipples.
Brad glanced back at Kim and threw a smile. Its not as stressful as youd thinkfeeding them all. They fill up so quickly.
Id imagine, said Kim, continuing to eye Lauras huge jugs.
Ohh! Laura suddenly yelped, her face contorting, back arching. She continued to rub the side of her gut with her free hand. Moooo she groaned.
What happened next was outlandish. Laura lifted her leg right there, screwed up her brows, and plopped out a baby. Brad barely managed to catch it from the bottom of her skirt. Laura hadnt even bothered with putting her nursing infant down.
Kim watched in astonishment as Brad hastily cleaned up the infant and wrapped stuffed it into a diaper, before putting it on the floor to join the others. She knew Kurt was gawking right beside her.
Catching her breath, Laura dabbed at her sweaty forehead. That one took forever, she said.
Kim choked on some saliva.
Im sorry, sweetie, Brad responded.
Its fine, said Laura. I just hope this next one hurries up. I dont want it coming in the middle of lunch.
How many children are you aiming for? Kim cut in, throwing another glance around the baby-ful house. She wondered if they had hit a hundred yet.
There was a pause. Laura and Brad gave each other a speculative look. Brad opened his mouth to respond, when the doorbell rang.
Brad went to answer it, and to Kims surprise, Lauras old roommates entered the house.
Hey sluts, said Laura to them fondly. Veronica and Mindy are joining us for lunch, she told Kim.
Both Veronica and Mindy were pregnant. They both looked at term, and were perfectly slim, except for their round bellies. Veronica seemed to have grown two horns from the top of her head, and Mindy, a tail, that swished enthusiastically behind her.
Please tell me Brad cooked this time, said Veronica dourly.
Why does it matter. Youll eat literally anything, Laura snarked.
Its this damn parasite, said Veronica, though she simultaneously rubbed her belly in a loving way.
I happen to love your cooking, said Mindy perkily.
Kim surveyed both women. They seemed polar opposites, Veronica with her long black hair and dark attire, and Mindy with her bouncy red curls and yellow sundress.
I see youre still blowing up, Laura noted to the goth. And your new tits are coming in. Dont think I havent noticed.
Veronica groaned.
Im starting to get an udder, said Mindy cheerfully, cupping her pubic region where there was the hint of a bulge.
I think youre both coming into it really well, said Brad. Both of you look beautiful.
Laura shot Brad a glare.
Oh course, not as lovely as you, he added, nuzzling Lauras neck and cupping her bulging navel. Her belly button was the size of a small apple, and it twitched slightly.
When are we eating? said Kim flatly.
Brad looked up, smiled, and ushered them all towards the dining room.
Laura was outgrowing it, her girth pressing hard into the sides.
It seemed that Laura was chronically pregnant, and she just didnt give a fuck. Maybe she couldnt help fucking Brad without any hindrances between them. Maybe she just needed to feel his seed inside of her. Maybe she genuinely enjoyed have a gazillion fucking babies.
Whatever it was, she seemed content like thispopping out infants with a raise of her thigh, constantly and relentlessly for the foreseeable future.
And who was Kim to protest? She herself had been sucked into this weird, fertile family. And strangely enough, it was sort of nice.
Comments
Kompera
Wow, thanks :D
Night Akula
Still one of the best stories of all time
Kompera
Yes, I may end up doing another sequel in the future. I seem to always leave open endings with this series :)
Jared
Left us hanging and wanting more with that Violet ending! Can't wait to see what happens to Wendy as well
Kompera
Thank you so much. I'm glad you enjoyed the series :)
Phat94
Fantastic! I'd love to see any of these girls again, but in particular, I really want to see what happens to Violet one day! She has a lot to live up to...
