I knew Lucas would be walking through that door in a few seconds. There was no way I could dash over to the door to keep him out with this horrid growth hanging off my gut. Without a moment to spare, I shifted my legs and the udder onto the bed as if I was going to lay down, then threw a sheet over the offending mass. The threads tickled my udder incessantly as the sheet settled, sending unwanted echoes of pleasure through my skull. Worse yet, it left little to the imagination. Not only did it stick proudly above my thighs, but two teats were visible as well, lightly pressed toward the primary bulk of the udder.
Justin had already begun opening the door, so I quickly lifted both of my knees, allowing the udder to slip between my legs and settle on the bed beneath. The tented sheets barely concealed the horrid thing, but it was good enough. I carefully dragged my body toward the headboard to appear like I was sitting like a more normal person than I currently was, then grabbed my cell phone to pretend I was using it.
I looked up to see Lucas peek through the door. "Yeah, Lucas?"
He smiled, walking the rest of the way into my room. "I finished your drawing!"
I needed Lucas out of my room so I could figure out what I could even do to fix this mess. "I'm...A little busy, but that's good to hear."
"Wanna see it?" He half-ran across my room to my bedside.
I sighed. "Sure, Lucas. Let's see it."
He turned his drawing around, and my mind went blank. It was the same black stick figure, but now there was a pink circle covering the groin. The black crayon was still slightly visible under the newly-added pink. My name still lay at the bottom. "Guess what I added!"
I shifted my legs, causing my hidden appendage to jiggle in protest. "A...Cow udder?"
"Yeah! I knew I was getting better at drawing!" He pulled the paper back, then started walking away. "I'm gonna go eat dinner now!"
"Lucas-!" My mind reeled with what I needed to say. Clearly, there was some sort of connection between his art and my current state, but what caused it, and how could I get it fixed? Was it just the paper? I could try to white it out, or cross my name off, or destroy it. Was it Lucas? If it was, maybe he'd need to fix it, or maybe revealing that he has power over my shape would be the most terrible idea ever. Maybe I could convince him to do it without showing him. If it was the crayons, maybe I could fix myself while he ate dinner. Unless this was a freak accident by all accounts, and the udder is mine from now on.
Lucas turned back to me with a quizzical look on his face. I needed to pick a plan, and now.