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Summary: At eighteen, Cona's half-cow daughter begins to experience changes of her own. Sequel to 'Cow Girl.' Contains: Female: animal pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, multiple breasts, butt expansion, udders, animal characteristics/partial transformation, lactation.

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The moment Gina entered her house that evening, Jack could tell that she was upset.

"What's wrong?" he said. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, it's just..." Gina trailed off.

Jack kissed her. He kissed her small belly. "Sit down. We'll talk over dinner."

Gina agreed. She allowed Jack to take her hand and guide her into the dining room, but when they walked in, Gina was surprised by the sight of the meal. There were a few baked chickens in addition to a mountain of mashed potatoes and a mound of buttered spinach.

Jack noticed her astonishment. “You have to start meeting your daily calorie needs, Gina. Or you’re going to start feeling like crap. I just don’t want you to crash.”

“What needs are those?” said Gina, baffled.

“For a pregnant person of your…background…it’s usually, 10,000,” Jack mumbled the figure. “A day.”

At hearing this, Gina had to take a deep breath. She made her way to the table and dropped herself into a chair. “Maybe we were too hasty.”

“What do you mean?” said Jack, joining her at the table.

“It’s just…”

“I love you, Gina. And I already love our children.” He took her hand. “I know you do as well. Do this with me. Be excited with me,” Jack entreated.

Gina couldn't help smiling. Weakly, she nodded.

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Gina had expected their sex life to take a hit because of her condition, but if anything, it was the opposite. As the weeks passed, Jack only seemed to want her more. It was almost like he was addicted to her. Sometimes they had sex several times in one night. His abundance nowadays stunned her a little, as was the volume that he released into her. And every morning, she felt a little fuller, a little tighter. She knew it was all in her head.

One morning, Gina struggled to button her dress pants, but it just couldn’t seem to accommodate the two new mounds on her abdomen: Her belly, which had swollen a good deal since a few weeks before. And her udder, which seemed to develop more and more each day, now a distinct mound in her panties. On her torso, she wore a blouse, and had pulled a loose sweater around herself. But she felt awfully hot. Beads of sweat shone on her temple. The struggle of getting dressed every day was starting to drain her.

Staring in her full-length mirror for a few moments, Gina shrugged the sweater off. She dropped the pants to her ankles and stepped out of them, before going to the closet, and pulling on a stretch skirt.

It was more comfortable than squeezing into dress pants, but it did hug against her, outlining the mounds of her belly and udder.

But what was the point of hiding any longer? Everyone knew what she was.

As she walked through the kitchen, she could hear Jack watching the news.

"Doctor—how would you classify this? Is it a disease? It almost seems like a new species has developed," spoke the stilted voice of a reporter.

"That's exactly what it is. Medically speaking, we have a new, intelligent, mammalian species on our hands. And they're on par with humans in functioning, if not moreso."

"Moreso?"

"In terms of procreation, they have us beat. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if they out-populate us in a few hundred years if things continue as they are…"

As she passed the back of Jack’s chair, Gina leaned down to kiss the top of his head. “Working from home today?”

“No, I’m heading out in ten minutes. Mandatory meeting.” Jack rolled his eyes as turned his head to smile up at her.

Their lips met. He lightly held her belly.

“Love you.”

“Bye dear.” Gina headed out the door.

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The holidays were a tough time for Gina. She had always maintained a distance from her family, but in recent years, Jack had pressured her to bridge that gap.

Gina’s family home was crowded with her several siblings and dozens of cousins. Everywhere she looked were cow noses, cow ears, black patches, bulging udders, protruding tails, round bellies, multiple breasts, and so on. It was only by coincidence that she managed to bump into any of her immediate family members at all.

“Gina!” said Gina’s sister, Terry. She took hold of Gina’s shoulders and looked Gina up and down. “Oh wow…I had no idea. So you’re finally one of us.” Terry grinned.

Her face burning, Gina nodded. Beside her, Jack smiled.

“Gina.”

Gina turned and gulped as another woman approached. “Hi mom.”

Gina’s mother, Martha, waddled over. Her four breasts were as round as bowling balls and heaving on her chest. Her udder was slightly larger, and bulging out in the front of her dress. Besides her mounds, Martha was a generally plump woman, with a round face, a double-chin, thick thighs, and a round, bulging bottom. Her mass stretched out the cotton dress she was wearing.

“My Gina,” Martha held either side of Gina’s face and pressed her forehead to hers. And then she pulled back. “Well look at you. I didn’t know you were pregnant!”

Gina mumbled, “Yes, well…”

“How far along?”

“Three months.”

Martha blinked. “Oh. So is your cousin Chloe.” Martha nodded towards something behind Gina’s back.

Gina turned to look at Chloe. Chloe was wearing a tight dress and looked four months along in a regular pregnancy. Gina looked six, if not larger. Gina gulped.

“Well…look at you,” Martha repeated, examining Gina’s figure. “Of all my children, I never thought that you would have babies. Do you know that your sister Lila’s pregnant again? And Robbie’s wife too? You’re all giving me so many grandchildren—I can barely keep up. And it looks like you’re carrying a heavy litter.”

Gina felt Jack wrap his arm behind her and rub her shoulder. At that moment she suspected that her pregnancy wasn’t going to be an easy one.

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She was certain that she looked ludicrous in court a week later. She felt full and tight, and her belly button was protruding now. Her udder was swelling every day, now the mass of a softball, and fully visible nestled under her belly in her black, formfitting, knee-length skirt. Her bottom had gotten larger as well, her two pairs of C-cups stretching the blouse she was wearing. The blouse was short and only went partly down her belly, the rest of the mound contained in her pencil skirt.

Gina stood. “I’d like to call Mark Sanders to the stand,” she said, her belly heaving as she breathed in and out.

Throughout litigation, her clients mostly took to staring at her now. The judge also threw glances at Gina every chance he got, clearly thrown off by the sight of her. Even the opposing lawyer could barely argue his case. Everyone in the courtroom was distracted and practically falling over themselves to process that a real life cow girl was in their midst.

Gina was jaded and a bit contemptful, but she managed to keep it to herself. Her back was aching by the time court was adjourned. She made her way to the firm to pick up her things. Just as she finished packing her briefcase, there was a knock on her door.

“Come in,” she called.

The door opened and Dirkman entered the room. Gina tensed at seeing him. “Sir,” she said.

“Gina.” Her boss smiled. “You look well.” His eyes flickered to her belly.

“Excuse my appearance,” Gina unthinkingly rambled as she smoothed her hands over her abdomen. “The doctor, he says I may be carrying, an, um, heavy…litter.” Gina wanted to hit herself the moment it came out of her mouth. She had not, in the least, been obligated to explain the details of her condition, nor had she wanted to, at that.

Dirkman just stared at her for a moment. “Well—cheers,” he said awkwardly. “I just wanted to come by and congratulate you on your last case. You’re doing quite well in court lately. Me and the other partners were thinking of increasing your litigation hours.”

Gina opened her mouth but held herself from speaking.

“So what do you say?”

She was overwhelmed. As her condition advanced, she had wanted to wind down, focus more on desk work. If anything, she was successful in court because she was a distraction to the opposing counsel. Meanwhile, judges overcompensated in their verdicts in their efforts to not seem discriminatory to her. Gina didn’t voice this. Both she and Dirkman already knew it. And ironically enough, that had become Gina’s appeal.

Gina unconsciously rubbed her belly as she thought carefully about what she would say. She wouldn’t oppose the proposition. This was her career, after all. She wouldn’t look weak, or less-capable than any other attorney at the firm. “”I think that it’s an excellent idea,” Gina stated carefully.

“Perfect,” said Dirkman, offering his hand. Gina shook it. “I’ll have some new cases on your desk by tomorrow morning.” With that, he left.

Maybe she should have been happy. This was a great opportunity, after all. She felt like crying, but maintained a cool expression, lifted her briefcase, and left the room.

Gina spent the next few days in court. Her back was sore, and she was exhausted. By then, she was four months along, but looked eight. Despite it, Gina retained her poise. She paced the courtroom and questioned witnesses, absently rubbing the underside of her belly as she did. She tried not to think about the way everyone stared at her. Tried not to think about how tender the udder was getting, more bloated every day, nubs starting to distend. Her breasts were fat, plump, and sleek with sweat. And god, she felt heavy. How many babies did she have in there? No, she was not to think of it…

By the end of each day, Gina felt ready to pass out. Jack had taken to picking her up because she had gotten too exhausted to drive.

“You’re overdoing it,” Jack said as she eased herself into the passenger seat of his car that evening.

“Jack, stop,” said Gina, watching her round belly gently heave up and down.

“The doctor doesn’t want you on your feet so much. He even offered to do house calls,” Jack continued. “He said that you should start thinking about—”

“Jack, I’m only four months along,” Gina retorted. Lately Jack had been pressuring her to start thinking about pre-maternity leave. But she was completely fine. Besides, she was gaining traction at work, and she didn’t want to lose momentum by taking a long, unnecessary leave. She was weeks away from making partner.

“The doctor said that you’re carrying a heavy—”

“Jack, shut up,” Gina cut him off. And finally, Jack listened.

When they got back to the house, Gina eased herself out of her clothes. She then pulled on an oversized T-shirt she had been using as a nightgown. It covered her bottom in the back, but it stretched over her belly and didn’t completely conceal the mound. This left her long panties exposed, her sensitized udder firmly contained in the stretchy material.

Gina sat on the bed and leaned back against the pillows. She slid her hands down beneath her belly, and pushed her panties down in the front so her udder rose to the cool air. She released a deep sigh as she cupped the mass. It was so tender. It was now five inches in diameter, the nubs each an inch long and quite thick. Gina slowly shifted onto her side.

She felt Jack climb into the bed beside her. He kissed her shoulder and slowly slid down her panties the rest of the way. As he did, Gina lifted her cellphone from the night stand. She wanted to check her work email one more time. She felt Jack guiding his gender between her legs.

Gina grunted as Jack entered her, the phone slipping slightly in her grip. She moved with his thrusts, her body rocking, her face flushed as she gasped for breath. He was holding her belly. She reached down with her free hand and clasped his hand in hers.

“I swear,” she gasped out, as he gave another powerful thrust. Her four breasts jiggled on her chest. “It’s like you’re trying to get me even more pregnant than I already am.”

Jack released, and her eyes rolled upwards, her work phone finally slipping completely from her grip to clatter against the floor beside the bed. “Nnnnnghhhhhh…” Her back arched, and Jack held her tightly, holding her in place so all of his seed surged into her overly-ripe body.

Gina sunk down, still panting, her face and hair sweaty. “Jesus, Jack,” she said as they finally disconnected. She held her belly, which was throbbing, heated, and tight.

Gina managed to reach down and recover her phone. Jack was spent. She felt him bury his face against the back of her shoulder and doze off, at least until he woke up wanting another round.

Brushing her moist hair out of her face, Gina turned on the screen of the phone as she continued to catch her breath. She checked the company inbox. There were some memos that she scrolled through, a letter from Dirkman and the other named partners thanking her for all the extra courtroom hours she was putting in. She saw some spam messages, including one called “Group Therapy.” Gina briefly scanned it with her eyes.

Just before deleting it, she paused, and read the email more slowly. It was a cow-girl support group. All cow girls were welcome: showing, not showing, pregnant, not pregnant, even those with cow genes but no cow features at all.

Gina resented being referred to as a cow girl. Her finger hoovered over the delete button. But for some reason, she saved the email to her “Follow-Up” folder. With that, she lowered the phone to her night stand, tugged at her nightgown, and closed her eyes.

The End