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Cow Girl Laura, Parts 4-6
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Summary: Spin-off within the Cow Girl Series. 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.
This story is a work of fiction. As specified throughout the story, all characters featured in this work are 18 years of age or older.
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4.
Somehow through the groping and kissing, Laura caught a glimpse of a disheveled Reese on the crowded dance floor. He jerked his thumb towards the door then began to push his way toward it.
“Gotta go,” Laura slurred, pulling away from the stranger and heading towards Reese.
The stranger caught her wrist and attempted to pull her back into him, but Laura snatched her arm away and sent him a withering look through the darkness.
With that, she continued to shove her way through the crowd until she found her way outside. Her friends were there, giggling, all in varying levels of dishevelment.
“Just in time,” said Derek, looking up from his phone as a cab pulled over to the curb. He opened the door, and the group squeezed in. Laura found herself in Reese’s lap.
“Looks like you’ll have to come back for your car,” said Terry.
Laura shrugged. It wouldn’t be the first time. “Where’s Stacy?”
“Oh, she went home with man-bun.”
“That guy she was dancing with?” said Derek in disbelief.
Laura snorted. “She really needs to raise her standards.”
“Isn't this where you hooked up with Brad in bathroom?” snickered Reese, causing the others to giggle.
Laura abruptly sobered up. “Shut it,” she grumbled.
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Laura had barely managed to sleep off her hangover when she was awoken by a pounding noise and a muffled voice calling her name. She lifted her face from her pillow and blearily looked around her bedroom. She didn’t even remember returning to the dorm, and she could feel the heaviness of her hangover pulsating in her skull. Reluctantly, Laura crawled out from under her blankets and lowered her feet to the pink carpeting. She stood up and stalked over to the door, unlocking it and swinging it open.
Her two roommates were suddenly standing in front of her.
“Someone’s at the door for you,” Veronica deadpanned. She was wearing her usual tight gothic attire.
“It’s Brad,” Mindy whispered conspiratorially, grinning.
Groaning, Laura attempted to close the door in their faces, but Veronica held it open with her boot.
“He won’t go away,” the goth said.
Rolling her eyes, Laura walked out of her room, only dimly aware that she was in her underwear. Her hair a disheveled mess, and last-night’s eyeliner was smudged around her eyes.
In the living room stood Brad, leaning against the doorframe, his muscled arms folded over his chest. “Laura,” he said, reddening slightly as he appraised her bare, voluptuous, body. “You changed…” he trailed off, caught himself, then looked at her face. “I-I mean, you look great.”
“Yeah? I gained some weight,” said Laura flatly.
Brad looked away in guilt. “We should talk.”
“There’s nothing to discuss.”
Veronica and Mindy took seats on the couch, Veronica turning on the television as Mindy blatantly tried to eavesdrop.
Brad seemed uncomfortable. “Can I just speak to you…in private?”
Laura grinded her teeth in irritation. She absently tugged at her bra, her breast-flesh bulging heavily against the ill-fitting cups. Finally, she nodded to her bedroom door, and turned away as Brad followed, her plump bottom on full display as it strained her too-small panties that, in turn, were close to losing their battle to contain it.
Once they were back in her room, Laura closed the door behind Brad. “What do you want?” she said, crossing her arms as she turned back to him, effectively heaving her breasts yet higher.
Brad swallowed. “I think that I should…apologize. Properly.” He adjusted his glasses, deeply embarrassed. “My great aunt was said to have…traits. It must have been somewhere in our bloodline, and I…I guess it got passed down to me. I just wanted to let you know that I’m here for you. And I’ll be here for the…um…” He trailed off.
Laura stared blankly at him. Did Brad actually think she was keeping it?
“What can I do?” Brad added nervously. Despite his rugged frame, he seemed weaker than ever. It was a wonder he had gotten into her pants at all.
Laura was at a loss for a moment, before she glanced down at herself. “Take me shopping? I can't fit into my stuff anymore.”
Brad blinked. “Sure. Of course.” He was eager to please.
Laura opened her door again. “Give me five minutes.”
Of course, Laura had Brad waiting an hour.
She pulled on a pair of micro-shorts that could barely accommodate her plump bottom. She then squeezed into a black bandeau that her breasts were nearly bursting out of. She looked over her form in her full-length mirror, feeling a sense of satisfaction. She was gorgeously voluptuous. She looked like a movie star. She glided her hands over her waist, then her stomach. It was no longer concave, but flat. Or maybe there was the vaguest…slightest…curve to it.
Laura lightly shook her head, trying not to think about it. Instead, she pulled on a pair of gladiator sandals and walked out of her room.
In the living room, Brad was uncomfortably sitting on the couch between Mindy and Veronica, Mindy leaning on his bicep while yammering incessantly, and Veronica leaving Brad ignored as she rapidly sent unknown text messages.
Laura rolled her eyes at the scene. “Ready?”
Brad jumped to his feet as though he had been caught doing something wrong. “R-ready,” he agreed.
Laura headed for the door. She didn’t bother to see whether Brad was following.
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As Laura strolled through the mall, she enjoyed the way that men ogled her, at times freezing mid-step, some lowering their sunglasses to stare. Laura enjoyed the way women gasped and whispered to their companions. She basked in the attention that her enhanced body seemed to attract.
She led Brad into a lingerie shop, snatched up a variety of options, and locked herself into a fitting-room stall. As Laura tried on several bras and panties, and even some slinky negligée, she couldn’t help noticing that her pubic hair seemed to have all fallen out by then, leaving in its place, smooth, soft skin. She wasn’t going to complain. It saved her the hassle of waxing appointments.
Laura pulled on a C-cup bra. It fit well. In fact, it might have been a little snug. But she wasn’t bulging out of it the way she had with the B-cups. It seemed that she was a solid C. Laura couldn’t help marveling at the mounds. She had grown another cup size in just a matter of weeks. She pulled off the bra and continued to admire her plump breasts. They were still round and full, not sagging one bit.
There was a gentle knock on the door. “You okay in there?” called Brad nervously.
Growling in irritation, Laura unlocked the stall door and swung it open, standing there with her bare chest and just a pair of panties. “Didn’t your parents ever teach you the importance of patience?”
She had expected Brad to be embarrassed and look away, but instead he gazed on with rapt interest. This kind of audacity was uncharacteristic of him, his eyes taking slow appreciation of her recent changes. To Laura’s astonishment, he even licked his lips.
When Laura cleared her throat, Brad blinked several times, snapping out of his reverie. Abruptly he blushed, stepping back.
“’the hell was that?” said Laura.
“S-Sorry,” Brad stammered. “I’m not usually—”
“A perve?”
Brad reddened more. He looked away, shifting awkwardly.
“Go ahead,” Laura challenged, stepping closer to him. “Look at them. You did this, after all.” She stood on her toes so her nose was as near to his as it could be.
But Brad would not meet her eyes.
Lightly shaking her head, Laura backed off. Brad had the looks and a decent enough cock, but she still couldn’t fathom how she had ended up in bed with the idiot. She snatched up her bandeau and struggled to pull it on. “I’ll take it all,” she said, nodding to the various underthings littering the fitting room stall. “Let’s get out of here.”
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Their next stop was a high-end boutique, also at the mall. Laura tried on a variety of tight dresses.
“What do you think of this one?” she said as she stepped out of the fitting room. She spun to show off the ultra-short tube dress, her cleavage bulging heavily from the low neckline, and her ass inches from poking out beneath the hem.
Brad recovered his hanging jaw. “Gorgeous. But...are you sure that it will be practical once you start to, um...”
Laura eyed him. “Once I start to what?” she snapped.
Brad gulped. “N-nothing. You look great.”
“Good. Then I’ll take it,” Laura said as she squeezed out of the dress, Brad closing his eyes as she did. Laura tolled the dress into Brad’s arms atop of the pile of apparel already there.
On their way to the register, Laura spotted a slinky number with a variety of strategic cut-outs. “This too,” she said, snatching it up and adding it to the stack.
By the time they had finished shopping, Brad was hauling four bags of clothes behind Laura. They headed to the food court for lunch, Laura sitting down and examining her fingernails as she waited for Brad to return with their meals.
There was the light snap of something hitting the table, and then the steaming aroma of several different cuisines.
“This was…everything. Right?” said Brad, breathless.
Laura looked up to see three trays piled high with a variety of foods, some sweet, some savory, and all of it looking absolutely delicious. Laura felt herself beginning to salivate and she didn’t hesitate to dig in. She didn’t care if she looked like a pig. Stupid cow pregnancy, she thought, ignoring as she felt Brad staring at her.
“So how are you feeling?”
Laura slowly looked up at Brad, part of a fried chicken leg stuffed in her mouth. She chewed it up and gulped it down. “How do you think I’m feeling?” she said, wiping some barbeque sauce off her cheek.
“You seem to be handling things well.”
“What choice do I have? After what you did to me.”
Brad winced. “You heard what I said Laura. I’m gonna be here.” He hesitantly reached over and cupped her sauce-coated hand. “Maybe we can—”
“Easy there, megacock. What exactly do you think this is?” Laura inelegantly removed Brad’s hand from hers.
Brad frowned. “I thought we could be a couple. After all, you’re carrying my—”
Laura burst into such a rapturous fit of laughter, that every other patron of the food court directed their attention to her and Brad’s table. She clutched her gut in pain, and took several gasps of breath once the bout started to subside. “Maybe that kind of proposal flies in Kansas, or wherever the hell you’re from, Brad.” Her voice became muffled as she stuffed a handful of fries into her mouth. “But in my eyes, you’re a worm. No—you’re worse than a worm. You’re like an ant. With no legs! You kind of just wriggle there, and get stepped on.” Laura got up to leave, not before grabbing a steaming, smelly burrito from one of the trays. “I wouldn’t date you in your wildest dreams. You can drop off my bags. I’ll order a ride home.”
With that, she left, Brad staring blankly after her.
5.
Laura could hardly focus during classes anymore. Her nipples were hard, and erect almost constantly. On the days she didn't wear a bra, the sensation of her nipples rubbing against the inside of her clothing left her body trembling and her loins seeping. It left her terribly aroused, but Laura did her best to maintain control. For some reason, her thoughts always drifted to Brad.
Her breasts were still growing, to her amazement. While getting ready for a group therapy session, Laura squeezed her chest into another one of her bandeau tops. A tight miniskirt was stretched over her full hips and plump backside. Laura surveyed herself in the mirror for a while, examining the way her cleavage bulged over the bandeau's tight material, and how her nipples continued to evidently stick out, hard and almost painfully erect. Her chest heaved as she breathed for a few moments, the bandeau also showing off the plump undersides of her breasts. There was suddenly a tearing noise, and the material snapped in half, causing her breasts to push outward, free from confinement.
Staring down at her mounds, Laura took several moments to catch her breath.
Her tits were getting bigger. They were round—they were perfect. Laura didn’t have complaints about them, she was just stunned by how quickly they were growing. Pulling open a drawer of her dresser, Laura dug around for something else to wear.
She settled for a tight white belly shirt, which went well with the black skirt. She opted to go braless that day. To finish off the outfit, Laura slid on a pair of knee-high leather boots. She pulled her long hair up into a high ponytail. After she had finished getting dressed, she stared at herself in the mirror. Laura could not help glancing down at her abdomen.
Nowadays, her stomach chronically felt full, as though she had just eaten, even when she had not. Well, she had been pigging out a lot lately. Laura examined the subtle fullness of her midsection, which was barely perceptible to the eyes. She lightly shook her head. “I’m stunning,” she said aloud. “My stomach is flat.” With that, Laura grabbed her purse and walked out of the room.
A half-hour later, Laura was taking a seat in the therapy circle at the library for another one of her mandatory meetings. She had arrived late, as usual. The muscular male was talking.
Laura barely heard the words coming out of his mouth, she was too busy staring at the way his muscled arms were stretching out the short sleeves of his T-shirt. His voice was deep, and he was minimalistic with his words. Maybe he was doing this out of obligation, like she was. He was brutish and tough, and probably tortured about his huge, infectious cock. Laura would have definitely fucked him if he wasn’t a fucking cow. Her eyes flickered to the two stubby horns protruding out of his hair.
“Thank you for sharing,” said Ms. Clark, after the cow boy had finished up. “That took a lot of courage, Jackson.”
Laura’s gaze drifted over to the snack table. It was piled high with a variety of fatty foods. She had been pigging out nonstop lately. Thankfully, all the food seemed to go to her tits and ass. But Laura was still concerned about the subtle feelings in her stomach. If she kept this up, she was bound to pay for it. Laura tried to divert her eyes from the table, but even her awareness of the presence of the food left her heart racing.
The one woman dressed in business attire had gotten up, and was now picking at the snack table. She was waddling now, and she was really blowing up. She looked due with twins by then, her two pairs of E-cup breasts heaving where they were shelved atop her belly. Laura thought her name might have been Tina or Gina or something like that. The woman held her paper plate with her left hand, and was loading it up with snacks with the right, but every so often, her right hand would dart down to cup the round, bowling ball-sized mound beneath her belly, her jaw clenching and a flush of red crossing her cheeks. She looked uncomfortable, though Laura was not sure why. Laura continued to stare at the way Tina’s belly gently swayed with her movement. She must have been due any moment by then.
There was a buzzing, and the woman lowered her plate to the table, lifting her cell phone to her ear. She began to talk in legal mumbo jumbo, as she often did, as she waddled out of the room, not before grabbing her plate. Tina seemed entirely preoccupied with her cellphone, and usually left the room several times per meeting. Laura was not sure why she even came. She barely participated.
“Who’s next?” Ms. Clark was saying.
Laura’s focus drifted back to the snack table. She was getting anxiety just being apart from it. Oh, fuck it, she thought, about to stand.
“Laura, we haven’t heard from you yet.”
Laura’s eyes snapped up. “What?” Everyone’s attention had shifted to her.
“Why don’t you share your experience? It's clear you've been going through some changes…” Ms. Clark went on.
Laura didn't know what Ms. Clark was referring to, but she was slightly offended. “I'll pass.”
“Come now, Laura. Each of us is here for a reason.”
“Mine being a court order. I'll pass,” said Laura firmly.
For a moment, everyone stared at her, but thankfully, they moved on.
Laura remained planted to her seat, now sweating, yet unwilling to get her fill of snacks. If she pigged out here, it would validate the implications in what Ms. Clark said.
“It started with weight gain,” a girl said, fidgeting in her seat. She was a thin, petite girl with a pair of A-cup breasts, but a massive belly overfilling her lap. Laura wasn’t even sure how the girl was able to stand. “At first it wasn’t too bad, but then more and more of it just kept piling on. And my appetite—god, it was out of control. I knew that something was wrong…”
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By the time the meeting was over, Laura felt mentally drained and absolutely starved. She dragged herself back to her dorm, where she spotted Brad waiting outside, some bags in his hands.
At spotting her, a grin crossed Brad’s handsome face. It abruptly disappeared at seeing the dead stare she was sending his way.
“Your roommates wouldn’t answer the door,” said Brad sheepishly.
“Smart girls,” said Laura as she dug in her purse for her keys. Her eyes widened as she got a whiff of lo mein. Her stomach clenched and grumbled audibly.
“I brought food,” Brad offered.
Laura ignored him as she unlocked her door. Brad had been following her around a lot lately. Carrying her books after class—that kinda thing. Sad, pathetic, puppy-dog stuff. It was disgusting. But it wasn’t that great of an inconvenience. She had taken to treating him like an object to be used. Nothing more.
As she entered the dorm, she heard Brad follow behind her. The lights were out. It didn’t seem that anyone was home.
As Laura dropped her purse on a chair, Brad lowered his bags to the counter and began to set the table, like he owned the place. The prick.
Laura wandered over to the counter and peeked into one of the bags, where she discovered several large cartons of food. She lifted one and smelled it. Beef with broccoli. Laura cracked a pair of chopsticks and began to dig in, directly from the carton. She leaned against the counter and slurped while absently watching Brad work. It took her only moments to gobble the whole carton down. She reached into the bag and withdrew a carton of pork fried rice, which she also started eating.
Brad looked up after he had finished setting the table. His face fell. “Laura…”
She raised an eyebrow.
“I thought we could have dinner together.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Because we’re—well, you know why.”
“I actually don’t, Brad.”
Sighing, Brad walked over to the counter and began to reach for the bags, but Laura gripped them firmly. Brad looked helpless. Like a worm. And so he stood there and watched her as she continued to eat through the cartons, one by one, standing there at the kitchen counter. Then Brad’s eyes drifted down to her abdomen, and it infuriated her for some reason.
“Brad, there’s still something I don’t quite understand,” said Laura, her cheeks puffed out from being stuffed with fried dumplings.
“What?”
“Why the fuck are you still here!” Laura shrieked, causing Brad to stumble back in surprise of her aggression.
Then his face hardened.
“Why do you think I’m here, Laura!? Because I made a mistake! Because I’m supposed to be! But trust me, this is the last place I would ever be willingly !” he yelled, his volume causing her to tense up.
Laura clenched her fists. “Then get out!” she snapped, glaring up at him as she closed their distance. “Get the hell out! What are you waiting for!? You are nothing to me Brad, in fact, you’re just a fucking—!”
They kissed, like that night, only this time, both were entirely sober. She sucked his bottom lip as Brad’s hands slid down to her plump backside, his fingers sinking into the fatty flesh there. She could feel his erection in his jeans. It felt even bigger, impossibly huge. She wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. She yelped in surprise as Brad scooped her up in his arms.
“My bedroom,” she gasped desperately, and Brad dutifully carted her off, kicking the door shut behind them.
6.
When Laura woke up, she was sore, but also pleasantly reminded of how well-endowed Brad was. She buried her face deeper against him, reluctantly pleased that he had not yet departed. It was after a few more minutes of being snuggled his warmth that Laura could no longer resist her urge to empty her bladder. She climbed out of bed, and with a yawn, walked to the bathroom. Tiredly scratching her head, she passed the mirror, but then she paused.
Laura walked back over to the full-length bathroom mirror. Her jaw dropped at the sight of her physique. Her previously flat stomach was now bloated, and presently bulging over the waistband of her panties. For a while she stared at herself, stunned and in-denial. She slowly lowered her hand against her navel, cupping the bloated mound.
Then Laura closed her mouth, clenched her fists, and turned on her heel. She marched back to her bedroom and ripped the sheets off the bed, revealing a groggy Brad blinking up at her in confusion.
“Laura, what…?”
“What did you do to me!?” she snapped, hammering him with her fists. “What the hell, Brad, what the hell!?”
“Laura—what—what are you—?” Trying his best to avoid injury, Brad scrambled away. He edged along the wall while clutching a pillow against his groin either to conceal it from view or to protect it from Laura’s assault. “What’s going on?” he broke through Laura’s shrieks and gripped one of her arms.
Seething and flushed, Laura lowered her hands. She motioned to her small belly, causing Brad’s eyes to slide down.
“…oh,” he said after a bit of staring. He gritted his teeth in nervousness. “…my…well…Laura, it…looks like you’re starting to…show?”
Her face contorting in fury, Laura assaulted Brad with another round of cuffs, and soon the young man had no choice but to flee from the room.
Still huffing and puffing, Laura stood in her open bedroom doorway, fists balled up as she stared after his retreating back.
Mindy came out of her bedroom. She looked ruffled, herself. “Laura…was that Brad? What’s going on?”
Laura grabbed hold of her door and slammed it shut
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Frankly Laura didn’t know what the FUCK was going on. It was like Brad had gotten her even more pregnant.
“There’s something wrong with me, with my…condition,” Laura rambled to her primary doctor over the phone. “I’m as big as a fucking house!”
Perhaps that was an overstatement. Admittedly, she looked as though she was four months along.
“That’s very unusual, Laura,” responded the doctor in a deadpan, perhaps accustomed to Laura’s exaggerations. “According to the records sent from the hospital, you shouldn’t be showing for at least another few weeks.”
If it wasn’t unusual then I wouldn’t be calling! Laura thought irritably.
“Tell me Laura, have you had sexual intercourse in the past twelve hours?”
“Well yeah. W-with Brad.”
“Brad? He’s the father?”
Laura shuddered. “Y-yes.”
“Laura, it is crucial that you avoid sexual intercourse until after you give birth. The hospital should have informed you, but with your gene, you can get re-impregnated. The process is called superfetation.”
“What?”
“What that means is that you can potentially become impregnated every time you have sex—implanted with more embryos.”
Laura sat in stunned silence. She stared down at her belly; the way it now bulged over the waistband of her pants.
“Further intercourse is inadvisable, and can lead to a very difficult birth. Your safest bet is abstinence, Laura. At the very least, you cannot be intimate with this man.”
Abstinence for the next several months!?
Laura took a deep breath. It was doable. After all, she was getting this thing terminated as soon as her clinic appointment came up. “That isn’t a problem. Brad and I are far past over. And for the record, there isn’t going to be any birth.”
“Laura, what do you mean?” The physician sounded perplexed.
“Abortion,” said Laura flatly.
There was a pause. “Laura—I fear you haven’t been fully educated on your condition. At this point in time, abortion isn’t—”
Laura was distracted when she heard a knock on her bedroom door. “Can I call you back in five?”
“Laura, this is important.”
“Five,” Laura reiterated, before hanging up the phone. She didn’t know what her physician had been about to say, and maybe she had welcomed the diversion a little too keenly. Laura got up from her bed. She had no time to think about that now.
She opened the door to see that Mindy was back. Laura began to close it again, but Mindy blocked it with her foot.
“It’s your mother,” Mindy whispered loudly.
“Shit,” Laura hissed, taking a glance down at herself. She was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a tight belly shirt, her normally toned abdomen visibly protruding. She quickly dug into her dresser and pulled out a sweatshirt. She had just managed to pull it on when her mother appeared behind Mindy.
“Sweetie,” said Laura’s mother, nonchalantly pushing Mindy aside. Laura soon found herself squeezed tightly in her mother’s embrace.
Laura’s mother wasn’t unknown for her unannounced visits. It was a control thing, and a lack of trust. Then again, Laura was pregnant with a fucking cow now—maybe two! Could could really blame her mother for not trusting her?
Laura lightly squeezed her mother back as she forced a smile, hoping her mother couldn’t detect her changing physique.
Her mother pulled back. “Your boobs look bigger,” she remarked, causing Laura to cringe a little.
“Um…thanks!”
“Lattes?”
Laura heaved a sigh and grabbed her keys off her dresser. Another forced grin. “Let’s.”
-
Over the next few days, Laura found herself becoming increasingly lethargic. There were no more surprise visits, and nothing to really stop her as she became lazier and more sedentary with each passing day. She didn’t know if she was getting depressed, or if it was just another symptom of her stupid condition. But since the day the bulge made its debut, Laura started limiting her college attendance to the courses she couldn’t get away with cutting. She stopped going out with her friends, and most of her free time was spent siting on her dorm room couch snacking on chips or the boxes of chocolate that Brad often sent.
Stupid Brad. First he had gotten her pregnant—then more pregnant—and now he was just making her fat.
Laura’s feeble efforts to diet had quickly resulted to explosions of hunger and uncontrollable binges. Nowadays she found it best to eat consistently…if not constantly. She was absolutely stuffing her face. Laura didn’t want to think about the number of calories she was consuming per day. She just knew she was generally stuffed at any given moment, and for certain, was getting fatter.
At first Laura had been quite satisfied with her plump breasts and full ass. But her mounds were only getting bigger. Her breasts were now round, fat Ds on her small frame, and her nipples were getting large—unusually large. When they were erect, people genuinely took notice, and she could hardly help her legs from quivering despite it all. She would massage and tweak at the nubs when she was alone. As she was becoming aroused numerous times a day, Laura had to go through a panty-change every couple of hours.
The small bump beneath each breast was still present—moles she presumed. But it was bizarre that they were symmetric. They were itchy, and slowly becoming more defined. In addition to that, fat was collecting beneath them. Laura knew she should have scheduled a dermatology appointment, but she had so many other things on her mind.
Despite the loose T-shirts and sweatpants Laura now donned, she could sometimes feel her roommates eying her, Mindy in concern and Veronica in disgust. Laura knew they noticed her weight gain and probably thought she was becoming a slob. But wasn’t she? Laura made a good case for it, with her ass parked on the couch and her cheeks packed with fattening junk.
Things had devolved fast since her last hook-up with Brad. All her problems started and ended with that entitled asshole. When Laura’s eyes weren’t glued to her weekday soaps, she often imagined him dying in a variety of bizarre and painful ways.
“Laura, come onnn,” Stacy whined on the other line.
Laura inhaled. “Sorry Stace, just not feeling it tonight.”
“Three weekends in a row?”
“I think I have that three-week bug. But next weekend for sure—”
“That’s what you said laaasst weekend.”
“I know, girl, but this time I mean it.”
There was a pause. “That’s it. I’m coming over.”
“What? Stacy—don’t you dare—”
The line went dead, and Laura blankly stared at her cell phone. She grinded her teeth. She knew this routine. The girls would pop up, shove her into the shower, forcefully get her dressed, then drag her out, willing or not. After all, she had practically invented this routine. Though, she usually wasn’t on the receiving end.
Laura absently folded her arms against her abdomen. For the sake of skipping the part where she would have to show off her nude, chubby body for all to see, she decided that she would preemptively get ready on her own.
Laura got in the shower and hastily washed up. Wearing a towel, she hurried back into her bedroom, in case her roommates appeared. There she did her hair, makeup, and applied perfume, procrastinating on the most important part of the process: finding some clothes..
Laura tried on a variety of outfits, but everything was uncomfortably tight. She released a frustrated groan. Did she not have one loose dress?
Standing in her room, in her too-tight panties, Laura took inventory of her body.
Her ass was huge and truly straining her underwear. It looked as though she had gotten a Brazilian butt lift, or several.
Her round breasts could barely be contained in the strapless C-cup bra she had crammed them into. Laura sighed, and took it off.
Braless then.
She pulled yet another dress out of her closet, scrutinizing it as she wondering whether it could negotiate her bloated body.
Her belly was growing rapidly. It had gone from looking like a few extra pounds on her torso to slowly morphing into an independent bulge. It was perfectly rounded—too round not to be suspicious—and she already looked as though she was five months along!
Stupid cravings. Stupid fucking Brad, Laura thought, as she attempted to squeeze herself into one of her final articles of club attire. Just like the others, it barely fit.
There was some chatter and giggles in the living room now. “Lauurraa,” Mindy sang.
They’re here, Laura thought, feeling doomed. She folded her arms against herself, going tense when she heard her bedroom door opening.
