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KomperaK — Cow Girl: Lucy, Part 14 [NSFW]
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Published: 2017-03-09 12:23:12 +0000 UTC; Views: 47786; Favourites: 178; Downloads: 0
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Description Summary: Sequel to Cow Girl. At eighteen, Cona's half-cow daughter begins to experience changes of her own. Contains: Cow girl, pregnancy, belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, multiple breasts, udders, lactation, and more.

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For an hour she was forced to perch there, and take in the sprays, as her breasts periodically tightened and her udder swelled. She grunted and squirmed but it was all futile. She resigned to hanging her head, slumping down against herself as her breasts swelled beyond honeydew territory, spilling forward and pressing her chin. She trembled whenever her nipples distended, wiggling, stiffening, getting unnaturally long. The resembled D-batteries by then. Lucy panted.

Her udder was the worst of all. It had absolutely no room left to grow. “Nrrrrghhhhhh…” Lucy groaned as it pressed harder against her belly and between her thighs. No more, she thought, tears running down her cheeks.

And to Lucy’s relief, her prayers were answered. The mists dispersed, and were not replaced. After a few moments, Reed and Reynolds removed their gas masks.

“Why won’t she go into labor?” said Reed in bafflement.

“We’ll just have to keep working on it,” said Reynolds firmly.

Lucy barely heard what they discussed. Eyes unfocused, she was completely out of it, unaware of the puddle of milk she was knelt in, or the beads of spittle presently rolling down her chin. Her massive breasts heaved up and down, jiggling slightly as she struggled to catch her breath.

Lucy spent the next few days in and out of consciousness. Through the tightness, discomfort, growth, and arousal, she remembered only fleeting things, such as being moved onto a mattress on the floor, her belly pressing hard against it. She remembered sprays and feedings. She also recalled injections, vaginal exams, fingers and tools pressing against her bloated body, but nothing substantial. Everything else, she blacked out for.

There was one occasion in which Lucy felt the female scientist gently brushing back her light hair. It was nice.

“Moooo…” Lucy remarked.

Maybe she was finally becoming a cow. She sure seemed to have the attention span of one. Being flooded with late-term cow-pregnancy hormones was probably what had pushed her over the edge. The sprays didn’t help. Green and purple. Purple and green. It was an endless cycle of inhaling, consuming, growing.

Lucy hadn’t seen herself in a while, but she was sure that she had changed. Her face was surely fuller, rounder, maybe even in a childish way. Her shoulders certainly looked softer, and her thighs felt bigger, thicker. This offered no relief to her heated udder between them. Her bottom felt round and soft, like two pillows protruding behind her.

Her belly continued to advance. Her labia tingled constantly now. It felt fatter than ever. Heated, and seeping. The more the scientists sprayed her, the more plump the lips seemed to grow.

The babies were getting restless. And her navel was starting to point slightly downwards, her belly taking on almost an elliptical shape.
Over days, Lucy felt a growing pressure on her groin. Her vaginal lips really were quite bloated now. And she feared that it would be happening soon.

And then one day, she snapped out of her haze.

Presently she was propped on her knees, perched against her belly. She could feel one of the babies pushing against her vaginal lips, though she didn’t even think she was in labor. The babies were literally popping out of her. “Mooooo…” Lucy quietly groaned, hoping the scientists didn’t hear. She didn’t know why she gently rocked her hips. Her belly tightened, but she struggled to hold it in.

What would happen to her babies if she had them here?

She could feel the baby lodged in her birth canal. Her body wanted to push, to push so badly. Lucy started to pant as she tried to restrain herself. Her face reddened and her belly forcefully contracted. “Mmmmm…” Oh god. She was tight, so tight. Now her nipples and teats were spurting her milk all over the place. “Ahhhhh, nrgghhh…” Her body throbbed, her lips finally parting.

Not here. Oh god. “Not here…” Lucy groaned out. Despite it, her hips widened, bucked, her whole body rocking as it tried to force the baby out.

She was surprised by how easy it was. After all that it was simple. The child wasn’t so much large as it was plump. It squished out of her, then plopped down. Lucy was so large, she couldn’t even see it.

Reed and Reynolds hurried into the room.

“She’s delivering,” said Reed in shock.

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The two closed in on her, checking her vitals, fixing her monitors. Lucy could already feel a second baby being shoved through her birth canal. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks as Reynolds collected her first born from beneath her.

The baby girl resembled a human baby, but bigger, and very fat, with little cow ears protruding from its head, black patches littering its skin, and large black eyes with no whites to them.

To be short, she was gorgeous.

Reynolds regarded the baby in fascination, before beginning to walk off with it to the next room. Lucy shook with sobs as the second baby started to crown. “P-please,” she managed. “W-Webber. He’s mmmyy father.”

Both Reed and Reynolds froze to stare at Lucy in shock.

Lucy’s labor continued from there much the way it had been going. As Reeds and Reynolds fell into a hushed argument a few paces away, Lucy popped out baby after baby, releasing her mooo-ed moans as she did.

“She can talk,” Reed snapped to Reynolds just as Lucy’s third baby started to emerge.

“How was I supposed to know?” Reynolds hissed back.

Lucy’s muscles contracted beyond her control as she delivered baby four, five, then six. How many more could she possibly contain? Lucy stared at her belly. It had shrunken somewhat, but it was nowhere near gone. She thought that it would relieve some of the tension in her udder, but the pink mound seemed to be tightening, in preparation.

After a ninth baby had been birthed, Lucy felt positively stunned. She had grown smaller, flexible enough to ease her weary body onto her back. The babies were highly capable, to her amazement. They were squirming, crawling. One latched itself to one of her nipples.

Though she was overwhelmed by the warmth of meeting her young, Lucy tried to stay focused on the task at hand. She ran her hands up and down her round belly. It was still large enough that she looked due with triplets. And beyond the padding of fat that now coated it, there was a definite firmness. There was something still inside.

Lucy’s belly tightened as a painful contraction tore through her, causing her eyes to open wide. She gasped for breath, running her hands up and down her mound. None of the other contractions had been like that. Was there something wrong? And why was this baby taking so long?

“Nnngghhhhhhhhh!” Lucy grunted, unintentionally sitting up somewhat, causing the babies who had been attached to her to fall away. A vein throbbed on her temple as she gasped her breath. A fresh flood of tears started to roll down her cheeks. She wanted her mother. This was too much!

Suddenly Reynolds and Reed were at Lucy’s sides again, gently moving the babies aside. They helped her to an upright position and drew back her knees.

“This one’s larger than the others.” Reynolds felt around Lucy’s stomach.

“Lucy, this one isn’t going to be easy. I want you to push hard with your next contraction,” said Reed.

Gasping for breath, Lucy shook her head in refusal. It was too painful. This one was too big. But then the contraction hit her, and her whole body trembled. Suddenly fighting against it was the last thing she wanted to do.

“Errrrrggghhhhhhh!” Lucy grunted as she pushed with all her strength.

When the contracted ended, she had hoped that it would be over, but it wasn’t nearly.

“You’re making good progress,” Reed assured her. “I can feel it.”

“Oh god,” Lucy cried. “I want my mom. My mmom, please, mmmggghhhhhh!” With this push, the baby started to crown.

It was another two hours until her last baby was out of her. It was a girl, and she was different from the rest. The baby had no cow-features that Lucy could see. She also reminded Lucy, sort of, of Ralph.

When it was over, Lucy was barely conscious. But she was treated with more dignity than before. She was moved from the floor to a room with a bed—somewhere the farmhands probably caught naps. Her face was wiped clean and she was dressed in a pajama top that was left unbuttoned in the front and pajama bottoms that were pushed down so her udder protruded freely. She was sprawled on her side but could barely sleep through her babies fighting over her four teats and four nipples.

The more-human baby was different. It wasn’t strong or aggressive like the others. Lucy had to try to clutch her, and nurse her manually. It was awkward, and difficult, and Lucy had to deal with the fumbling cow-babies causing the human one to repetitively detach.

She was still astonished that she’d had all girls.

The nursing process was uncomfortable, and weird, and often, it tickled. She could feel her breasts and udders gently swelling, to accommodate the demand.

Her belly was nowhere near the size that it had been when it carried them. It was round as a woman’s who was at term with one child, but round with fat, squishy, and compressible. She would have to deal with it later. All of it later. Lucy closed her eyes.

There was the sound of the door opening. “Lucy?” said a tearful voice.

Lucy looked up in surprise. “Mom?” She tried to sit up, but winced. The babies weren’t having it. “Dad!” she said, her bottom lip starting to tremble.

“We’re so sorry,” said Reed, as he guided Lucy’s parents into the room. Even as she did, Reed was staring at Cona’s physique. “We—we didn’t know that she was yours. We would have never—”

But Reed was left ignored as Lucy’s parents hurried over to the bed. They marveled at the babies. Cona leaned down to kiss Lucy’s forehead. “Congratulations Lue.”

Lucy was too overwhelmed to respond. So she simply nodded her head.
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Comments: 9

Calestefano [2023-08-13 21:33:27 +0000 UTC]

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Calestefano In reply to Calestefano [2023-08-18 00:27:05 +0000 UTC]

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Sango1994 [2020-08-16 12:38:42 +0000 UTC]

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Ilovewereanimals [2017-04-17 13:30:28 +0000 UTC]

Well done 

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nibberandfender [2017-03-17 05:52:05 +0000 UTC]

Do you plan on continuing the story?

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TheGamer555 [2017-03-09 21:18:12 +0000 UTC]

I was worried they were going to still treat her like a animal even if they found out she could talk, but I'm glad that didn't happen. 
Great chapter!

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KomperaK In reply to TheGamer555 [2017-03-10 13:13:52 +0000 UTC]

Thanks

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pieman117 [2017-03-09 17:11:05 +0000 UTC]

A beautiful chapter in this great story.

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KomperaK In reply to pieman117 [2017-03-10 13:13:46 +0000 UTC]

Thanks

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