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Cow Girl III, Part 11
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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 continued to suck hard on the straw, appreciating the quick access it gave the concoction to her stomach. Soon her sucks yielded a slurping noise, and the straw was scraping against the bottom of the bowl. With some reluctance, Laura gulped down the remainder of the batter in her cheeks, then pulled away.
Laura slumped back on her seat, grateful that she had not settled for one of the kitchen stools, because she surely would have toppled back by then. She squirmed and endured the uncomfortable pulsing sensation that filled her heated belly. It was warm inside and out.
Laura ran her hands over the green spandex dress her fertile body was presently squeezed into. It was moist with sweat now, her belly rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath, her breasts rocking, and pubic region feeling more sensitive and tingly than ever. Her stomach housed a tightness, and she couldnt be certain, but it was subtly increasing despite that she had stopped eating, the pressure interminable, and making her want to do little more than collapse in her bed.
Yet somehow Laura heaved herself up and reeled over to the massive container of ice cream she had left by the heater.
Laura hauled the ice cream over to the counter, where it replaced the massive bowl she had been gorging from just moments earlier. Laura peeled the cover off, and gazed into the large vat of milky sweet buttercream dessert. She did not know how long she had been stuffing down cake batter, but there three-gallon tub of ice cream was now completely melted, the container slightly warm beneath her fingers. Removing the large straw from the emptied batter-bowl, Laura placed it into the tub of ice cream, and promptly closed her lips around it.
She filled her mouth with a thinner, yet still quite indulgent, concoction. It certainly went down easier than the batter had. A quarter of the way through the container, Laura pulled back, taking deep breaths. She licked her lips and leaned back in her seat, cupping her belly, and acknowledging the frightening reality of her appetitethat as stuffed as she was, she still seemed to be insatiable.
Laura felt uncomfortable, verging on nauseous, yet as she stared at the tub of melted ice cream, all she could do was salivate. Her compulsiveness abruptly spiking, Laura heaved herself off the chair, grunting as she did, her belly making her feel stretched and bloated. She tugged at the hem of her spandex dress. It seemed to have gotten short, even for her, on the brink of exposing her throbbing groin. The material barely contained her swollen bottom protruding behind her. Yet her sheen of sweat seemed to paste the fabric against her, and prevent it from sliding up too far.
Legs unsteady, Laura made her way to the fridge. She released a small belch, and covered her mouth, for fear that something would come back up. Then her insides squirmed, and she was filled with the weird assurance that she would not retch. In fact, her stomach had plenty more to take on.
Laura reached into the fridge and pulled out a single box of butter, before she returned to her seat at the counter, groaning quietly as she sat back down, the pressure on her gut increasing in consequence of her positon.
Ignoring the way her belly pulsed, Laura languidly opened the butter, pulling out four long, thick blocks. She unwrapped them one by one, and dumped them into the tub of ice cream, where they plopped against the thick, creamy liquid, Laura rapt as she watched each block begin to instantly melt.
She then lifted her straw and began to stir idly, the anticipation almost pleasure enough for her. But not quite.
Laura wrapped her plump lips around the straw again, closing her eyes as she sucked. The ice cream had taken on the salty, buttery taste now, bringing out the unique flavor, and yet still sweet as it rolled down her throat with each eager gulp.
Her skin was flushed, her stomach quivering from time to time as its burden increased more and more. She cupped it absently, trying to contain her impulse to grunt out until after she had finished her meal. Her dress felt tight and uncomfortable, and barely seemed to touch her thighs.
When Laura finished, she pushed the container aside, and lowered her head against the counter, as she enjoyed her reprieve from binge-eating, brief though she knew it was. She continued to endure that interminable pressure, feeling her dress practically tightening against her. Both pairs of breasts were tingling now, nipples aching, and she could see that her DDDs were bulging heavily from her V-neck, almost to pop free. Laura continued to pant, her focus on her belly, as it tightened and ached against her. She knew that her roommates would be home before it ended, and with that thought, that Laura climbed up from her seat with a slightly strangled noise.
Too weary to bother with adjusting her dress as it crept up to expose some of her ass crack and her groin, Laura lurched about the kitchen, graceless and hurried. She washed the bowl ineptly and shoved it into a cabinet, before grabbing the emptied tub of ice cream and bringing it back to her bedroom with her, where it would be disposed of in her personal garbage. Veronica and Mindy didnt need to know the intimate details of what a pig she had become.
Her belly gurgled when she was finally able to collapse against her bed. Ohhhh Laura moaned, reaching down to cup her taut mound. She wiggled and slid her dress up over the mound, sighing in relief as her heated skin was exposed to the cool air. Too exhausted to bother with properly undressing herself, turn off her lights, or even think about her afternoon classes, Laura closed her eyes and promptly fell asleep.
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When Laura awoke, it was dark outside of her window blinds. She grimaced as she came to the realization that she had slept the day away.
She climbed out of bed, still feeling uncomfortably bloated. She jerked down the hem of the dress in the process, coming to realize that the coverage was quite abysmal. The material was stretched tight, and did not cover her groin which didnt make much sense, because it had that morning.
Laura gulped, and shifted her attention to her gut. She ran her hand over the swollen bump, and marveled at it for a while.
She made her way to her full-length mirror, her feelings of shock turning into horror, then self-disgust. Shed had another growth spurt. Her belly made her look as though she was seven months along! Laura turned to her side and examined her profile. There would be no hiding this now. It couldnt pass as weight gain. It was an obvious pregnancy.
Lauras scrutiny shifted to her breasts, both which looked fuller and rounder, the upper mounds shelved higher on her chest. The lower ones were visibly bulging beneath them, nipples large and erect. She cupped one, and winced. It was so tender. Laura wiggled her shoulders absently, hoping for some resolution or miraculous adjustment, hoping for her lower breasts to withdraw and somehow go back to being hidden, but they remained evident. They were no longer hidden beneath her upper breasts, instead serving as a shelf to them. They had gotten quite full, at least C-cups by then. A bra, Laura silently tried to console herself, to keep her breathing from thinning any further than it already had. She was sure that a tight enough strapless would keep her secondary breasts controlled and hidden, at least until the abortion put a stop to these ongoing developments.
Regardless, she was on a fast. She couldnt afford to get any bigger. It was practically obscene!
With that in mind, Laura tore her eyes away from the mirror, and forced herself not to look down at her body anymore. She just kept reminding herself that this was all temporary as she made her way about the room, her swollen ass bobbing behind her. She arduously jerked a pair of black spandex leggings up over said swollen ass, deeming that she could benefit from a cup of tea.
Laura left the room carefully, plump and tousled as she was. She peeked out the door and sighed in relief at seeing that neither of her roommates were still up. In case of an intrusion, she had wrapped an oversized robe around herself, though it did not do much for her insecurities.
Laura made way back into the kitchen, grimacing every time her breasts jiggled too greatly, or the fabric of her dress rubbed against one of their overly-sensitized nubs.
She put the kettle on the fire and grabbed a mug from one of the cabinets. She got out a spoon, some sugar, and made her way to the fridge.
In her search for some cream, Laura rummaged around her labeled shelf. Her fingers made contact with a large block of cheddar, and her body seemed to freeze. She cradled it yearningly, her eyes sliding over the several blocks of various cheeses that accompanied the cheddar block. It was a collection of sorts. She had been cravingly it madly. But Laura knew that she had to dispose of it. And with that resolution, she began to fill her arms with the fattening cubes of dairy.
Comments
Fox Face
Oh man, I hope she grows hooves and a pair of horns.
Phat94
Butter ice cream and cheese... this fat bitchy cow has quite the dairy addiction, I can only hope it might cause a visible growth spurt in her classes...
