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Cow Girl III, Part 2
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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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That night, Laura paced in the privacy of her parents garage, her cell phone held to her ear.
Hello? a groggy voice answered on the other line.
You piece of shit, said Laura.
What? Laura? Brad seemed wide-awake now.
Why didnt you tell me that you had the gene?
G-Gene? Brad stammered.
The cow gene. The condom didnt work. Im pregnant, you bastard!
P-p-p
I'm going to sue you, you prick! I'm going to sue your whole family.
I g-gotta go, said Brad, abruptly hanging up.
As she listened to the dial tone, Laura was so angry and disgusted, she couldnt help pacing as she breathed heavily in that dark garage.
A beam of light hit the room as the interior door opened. Laura, what are you doing down here? Is everything okay?
It was Lauras father, John.
Fine, Laura said, storming past her father and back upstairs to her bedroom. She spent most of the weekend locked up there, trying not to let her frustrations pour through, but she was doing poorly.
Laura was just grateful when it was Sunday night and her parents were dropping her back off at the college.
"Bye mom, bye dad," she said as she opened the car door.
"Laura, you know that you can talk to us," called Martha.
"About anything," John added.
Laura closed the car door. With a sigh, she leaned on the open passengers side window where her father was sitting. "Yeah, I know." She forced a smile.
"See ya kiddo," John called.
Laura waved as the car sped off. No matter how old she grew, her parents would always see her as an innocent little girl.
Laura's face hardened as the vehicle disappeared from view. She lifted her duffle bag and headed into the building, walking past college students carrying books and papers, or small groups of them sneaking backpacks of bottles into the dorms, all while giggling. Carefree, the way Laura should have been.
Grimacing, Laura headed straight for her dorm. She closed and locked the door behind her.
Looking around, Laura could see that neither of her roommates were around. Dumping her duffle bag on the ground, Laura pulled out her laptop and cellphone, and got searching. Within the hour, she had called several dozen clinics, but none were willing to book her once she disclosed the particularities of her condition. It was finally, when Laura called a clinic several hours drive from her, that she found a doctor willing to go through with the procedure.
"I'm afraid Dr. Brass is all booked up. The wait is four months."
"What!? said Laura in alarm. Wait, how long can I..."
"In this state, abortion is legal up until the 24th week," said the receptionist kindly.
Lauras heart lifted. "Okay, then I'll take the appointment," she said.
After the call, Laura breathed a sigh of relief. She just had to hold out for a couple of months.
Until then, she decided, she would ignore her condition. It was temporary anyway. Nothing more than an inconvenience. Closing her laptop, Laura went to bed.
Days flew by as Laura went back to balancing her studies and her social life, often giving favor to the latter. Every so often she would notice an itch here or a bump there, but Laura largely left these things ignored.
Temporary, she would remind herself.
She continued to groom herself in the mirror, making sure that each strand of dark hair on her head was perfectly in place. She would then apply eyeliner, ignoring how gorgeously large and green her eyes looked lately. Her red lipstick would be next, and Laura would try not to linger on how amazingly plump her lips seemed lately. All things considered, this condition was doing her body well. But of course, Laura was not to acknowledge it.
Her leggings stretched more tightly than ever over her plumpened bottom, her crack close to bulging out over the hem. It was not a big ass by any means, but it looked huge on Laura's otherwise small frame.
"Damn girl," said Rick, one of Laura's classmates. "You put on weight? That ass is out of control."
Though Laura glared at Rick, internally she drew pleasure from the attention. Far too accustomed to having a bony physique, she was happy to welcome her fuller, softer, ass. Her breasts had surged with growth as well, and were already beginning to bulge out of the B-cup bras she had purchased recently. But that in itself wasnt the impressive part. Her breasts were impeccable. Better than her friends who had gotten augmentations. Her breasts were full and plump with no hint of sag.
A veil of pleasure hung over Laura as her body grew more supple and sexual. Maybe this whole thing wasn't as bad as she'd thought it would be. Laura found herself to be in a continual state of contentment.
But something came over Laura one day when she was coming out of the Math Department building. She noticed a familiar black truck sitting by the curb and she was flooded with memories of one night several weeks before. Laura pulled out her keys and ran them over the side of the truck, making sure to dig them into the shining new paint job.
"Laura?" said a stunned voice.
Paying Brad no mind, Laura walked off. Other students gathered around him and were immersed in whispers.
Rick simply whistled after her.
Over the next few days, Laura's hair grew longer, thicker, and more beautiful. When she looked in the mirror, Laura could see herself getting less angular and more soft. She was still fit, just...different. Her face seemed less narrow than it had been before. Her shoulders were less sharp, her ribs no longer showing, and her abdomen was no longer concave. In addition to this, her hips were fuller. Laura had always had difficulty gaining weight and she found the whole thing to be fascinating.
One morning Laura was walking around her dorm in just a pair of panties and a bra. It was her routine. She'd never had reservations about nudity. She joined her roommate, Mindy, in the bathroom mirror. Mindy gave Laura a once-over.
"I always thought you could do to put on a little weight," Mindy grinned, bubbly as ever.
Laura froze mid-way through brushing her teeth. "Um...thanks." She grimaced and spat out the toothpaste in her mouth.
Her bottom really was bulging quite heavily from the small pair of panties she had squeezed it into. And her breast-flesh was pretty much overflowing the B-cup bra she had on.
And then there was the increasing softness of Laura's abdomen. Over the past week, she had found herself eating a minimum of five meals a day. It wasn't as though she could control it. Besides, she could do to put on a few more pounds.
"Thanks," Laura repeated, still a little numb. She walked out of the bathroom, passing by her other roommate, who was waiting by the door. Veronica didn't even bother to look up, too busy texting on her phone.
It was the weekend of her first group therapy meeting. Laura was to attend the meetings monthly, at minimum. Fully intending to look better than anyone else there, Laura pulled on a skin tight white tube dress that was extremely short and low-cut, her cleavage bulging out in the front and the material barely covering her thong-clad ass.
Putting on a pair of ankle boots, Laura headed over. It was only a fifteen-minute drive from campus. The ride brought Laura to a small, darkened library, that didnt even look as though it was operating anymore. Though finding it somewhat creepy, Laura forced herself to go in. The door was unlocked and there actually were a couple of patrons walking up and down the shabby rows of books. There were also signs on the wall with the word THERAPY GROUP in bold letters, with arrows pointing towards a door off the main room. Taking a deep breath, Laura let herself inside.
The room was brightly lit, and she must have been late, because a small group of a dozen or so people were already seated in a circle in the center.
There was a woman with a large, strange mound bulging in the front of her shorts. And there was a chubby girl with cow-ears protruding out from her hair on either side of her head. Laura saw a young buff man with two small horns poking out of his hair. There was a woman with a second pair of C-cup breasts perched beneath her first pair. Laura finally noticed a girl who looked perfectly normal. The remaining people ranged vastly in their abnormalities, just as the others did. In the back, a woman was pacing while having a hushed conversation on her cell phone. The woman looked heavily pregnant, maybe at term. Laura couldnt help staring. She had two pairs of D-cup breasts perched above her belly. Beneath her belly, against her pubic region, was a round mound, the size of a large grapefruit. Though the woman waddled slightly, she seemed surprisingly composed. She was wearing a long-sleeved navy sweater dress and black tights. It seemed like professional attire.
You must be Laura.
Lauras eyes darted back to the circle. A normal-looking woman in a blouse and dress pants was looking her way.
Im Ms. Clark. Why dont you have a seat? Ms. Clark motioned to the chair beside hers.
Comments
Fox Face
OOh, this is very good so far. I'm hoping Laura gets a tail and hooves, myself.
Night Akula
Looking forward to the next part <3
