Blackmail, Part 11

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Summary: A high school senior is blackmailed by a male classmate and forced to take a pill regularly under his supervision, though she has no clue what the pill does. Contains: Female: breast expansion, eventual pregnancy.

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Jade was nervous about talking to Ted, but she could feel herself growing every day. She knew she couldn’t hide it for much longer. She saw the odd glances Ted would give her when she was changing her clothes, and she felt the way his hands would cup the new curve of her belly.

In the end, she just blurted it out.

“What?” said Ted, stunned.

“I’m pregnant,” Jade repeated with the little remaining air in her lungs. “I—I know it wasn’t planned or anything, but – I guess it just s-sort of happened.” She wanted to disintegrate under Ted’s stunned gaze.

But then he embraced her, fiercely and tightly, causing her to grunt out in surprise. As she registered that this reaction was good, very good, she savored it, hugging him back, her huge breasts squishing between them. She gave a hysterical little laugh. She was terrified, but she knew she could get through this with Ted by her side.

“Christ, Stacy, this is great news.” Ted planted a kiss on her forehead. “A kid? Seriously? I’m gonna be a dad?” He was ecstatic.

“Yes,” Jade managed, her fear dwindling.

Ted laughed, “Your tits are gonna get huge!”

“God Ted.” She swatted him.

Then he kissed her lips soundly.

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She was growing fast. In only another week, her belly was definitely more prominent.

She hadn’t mentioned anything at work yet, and she was sort of embarrassed, because everyone was starting to notice on their own. Her uniform was getting too tight all over again, her abdomen filling it out in a way that was strange and fascinating. Her belly was firming, filling, and rounding.

Her latest burner phone, among the ones the detectives sent to her monthly, was buried deep in her sock drawer, ignored. Every time she found the courage to turn it on, she saw that there were dozens of missed calls. She had been completely ignoring the detectives and it was only a matter of time until they came to find her, in person.

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“Unnggghh….goddd…Teddd!”

He came. Somehow, the force and pressure left her seeing stars.

Her nipples sprayed and her belly trembled. Then it tensed and did something odd.

It was getting tighter. She could barely hold on. Jade gripped onto the headboard, groaning and straining, her belly inflating as Ted held her waist. “Fuuhhh…” she puffed, as it shuddered forward another inch.

Finally, it stopped as she slumped, whimpering, and spent. This wasn’t the first time this had occurred. It seemed like every time Ted fucked her, she grew a little bigger. Which wasn’t remotely normal. God, what the hell were those drugs doing to her?

“Jesus, Stace,” Ted gasped out behind her, just marveling at her form. “I’ve never seen anything like this. Fuck, you’re –”

“A freak,” Jade choked out.

“Incredible,” he held her tighter, pressing kisses to her nape. “You never stop, baby. Always something new and crazy. You are something else, Stace.”

She gave hysterical little giggle, caught between joy and anguish.

And as the days went on, things only got more intense.

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In no time at all, her belly was awkwardly the size of each of her breasts. But then Ted fucked her more and made it bigger.

“We should stop,” he babbled one night, when they were both tangled up and sweaty. “Your body is insane. Like, I’m making you more pregnant, I think.”

“No Ted, don’t stop,” Jade whined, even though he was right. Ever since he had knocked her up, her libido was relentless. She wanted it every hour of the day, most of her time spent flushed and squirming, aching to feel Ted inside of her.

God, this whole situation was insane. Things were out of control, and only getting crazier.

“K-keep, goinggg…” she gasped as Ted pumped even despite his reservations. She was so close. She could feel him going rigid. “Oh god,” she cried, then he exploded, and her whole body heated, her insides blooming and puffing with sensation. She felt her belly rising like dough, pushing and expanding. She felt a strange wheezing noise coming up her throat, cheeks burning, mouth open wide as her belly popped outward.

Then she was boneless, falling back, cradled in Ted’s arms.

Ted swore under his breath, his hands exploring her swell. By then she looked past term with child even though she wasn’t near it.

Jade gave a shaky laugh. “What the hell are we doing?” she managed weakly.

Ted just stroked and kissed her. “You’re fucking beautiful.” And they lay like that for a while, reflecting on things.

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Jade was struggling to adjust to her rapidly escalating pregnancy.

She noticed that the bigger she got, the more Ted wanted to be around her. He was protective. It was nice, and maybe it kept him off the streets a bit more.

The downside was that his thug friends came by more often, looking for him. And they had no shortage of commentary on Jade.

“Teddy my boy, this girl was all tits when I saw her two months ago. Now she’s — Jesus – no offense, mam,” he addressed Jade.

She stood there stiffly.

“Look at that gut. She’s as big as a house. What the hell; you got a monster down there, Ted?”

Ted blushed and tried to brush them off good-naturedly. The group of them were having some beers in the living room that evening. Jade had made the mistake of passing through on her way to the kitchen. She hadn’t realized Ted had company. He had strict orders to warn her, but Ted didn’t always know when his friends would stop by.

“Teddy’s a special guy, you know he has to have a special girl,” another laughed.

“He sure knows how to pick ‘em,” another snickered.

“You kidding? This is all Teddy. My boy is it beast.”

“Hey, watch your mouths,” Ted laughed them off. “You know Stacy’s shy.”

Jade was wearing just a cotton nightgown that barely went down to her knees. It was a maternity piece, yet she had rapidly outgrown it, leaving the already-thin material stretched tightly at her abdomen, where it showed off her protruding belly button. The formerly inward nub had popped right out just a week after she’d found out she was pregnant. She self-consciously cupped her swell, feeling more overwhelmed than ever. Her huge breasts were shelved atop the even larger curve of her abdomen. She just felt so heavy and breathless, feet spread awkwardly in her increasingly difficult efforts to stay balanced. She was becoming a pile of heaving, fatty flesh, her body simply attached.

Yet she tried to smile. She didn’t want to get on the wrong side of his friends. So she played her role—Ted’s girl—some pretty broad to be seen and not heard, presently incubating a couple of his kids.

She took her leave at an arduous waddle as the boys, excluding Ted, sniggered in her wake. It was another new thing that had sprung upon her. With her surging waistline, her stride had gotten awkward. This was all happening so fast. Sometimes she just wanted to dissolve to tears, but she had to stay strong, or she would never get through this all.

At least it was better when they were alone.

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Ted seemed truly happy. He lingered at the diner most of her workdays, just watching and talking to her. And when they were home, they were either making love or just snuggled up together on the bed or couch. He hardly gave her time to panic, he was just so present and supportive. Wasn’t this every girl’s dream?

“I have to go out tonight,” Ted muttered one evening as he pulled away from her. “It’s a work thing.”

Jade stared at him, baffled. She glanced at the clock. “Ted, it’s eleven at night.”

“It’ll be fast,” he responded lightly.

“Baby, stay home. If you leave you know I’m just gonna worry about you,” said Jade, grabbing his arm.

He pulled away, gently, but planted a kiss on her ear as he muttered, “It won’t be thirty minutes. Go to sleep. I’ll be back before you know it.”

He left the room, and the apartment, then she heard the front door shutting behind him. Jade’s whole body went tense, fingers gripping the sheets. She couldn’t believe this. Even — even in her condition, she couldn’t believe that he would just—

She choked back a sob.

Jade wriggled to the edge of the bed. She had get up. Couldn’t sit still.

With a grunt of effort, she heaved herself to her feet. She took a moment to stabilize, then wobbled to the doorway, through the living room, and into the kitchen.

She didn’t think through what she did next, she just needed comfort, and preoccupation, and—and—fuck—she just needed Ted’s attention for once.

Jade opened the fridge and began to tear her way through leftovers. Chinese, pizza, some deli coleslaw – they tended to order in. Jade wasn’t much of a cook, and she honestly didn’t have the patience for it, not with the pregnancy, and already having to serve people all day at the diner. Her time spent in the kitchen was strictly for eating.

There were a lot of things she had snagged from the diner. At the end of every day, staff was welcome to the leftover food. That evening Jade had brought home a large basket of extra-large muffins. There were blueberry, lemon poppy, apple crumble, and double chocolate chip. There was a whole meatloaf she had snagged the day before yesterday. And there was so much more. Her fridge was fully supplied, between leftover takeout, and things Jade had taken home from work.

She found herself shoving the meatloaf into the microwave in its glass dish. The thing had to be six pounds. As it warmed, she stuffed mouthfuls of cold pasta in between cream puffs and ice cream sandwiches. Besides the cold meals, there was a ton of ice cream and snacks stocked up for her cravings—Ted made sure of that. He always took such good care of her. But then he left her alone… Why did he always leave her alone?

Jade ate more. She gobbled down the muffins, the meatloaf, some chicken and broccoli, four eggrolls, several cold pizza slices, and the half of cheesecake stashed all the way in the back. She guzzled down the milk carton, then some orange juice, and even slurped her way through a container of thick gravy that she had forgotten to pour over the meatloaf.

She was huffing and puffing as things whittled things down to the less appealing food items, like some cold french fries she didn’t even know why Ted had kept, a half-full jar of strawberry jam, and a dubious sausage that she drenched in mustard and popped into her mouth.

Her belly was aching, but she kept eating. She was wearing another thin cotton nightgown—the thinnest one she could find in her perpetually overheated state. This one buttoned down the front and was cozy even as it grew tighter. She groaned, and ate, till she could hardly breathe.

Because maybe if she was bigger, Ted would finally see her. Maybe he would see how burdened she was, and how much she needed him right now. He needed to see what he had done to her, how he had fucking filled her—packed her with his babies! And yet nothing seemed to get through to him! She just wanted…she just wanted Ted.

Jade felt only half-conscious. Moving, mechanically. Her hands were greasy, mouth coated with something salty and slimy. She looked down at the large container of butter in her hands, moaning in disgust, yet reaching in for another glob.

She froze. Tension. Her eyes went wide as the container clattered to the floor. Jade gripped the counter, grunting as it — it was happening again! Jade groaned, and arched, feeling her belly tighten and shift, prickle and expand, her nightdress hugging and straining against her abdomen as it shuddered forward.

“Mooorreee!” she groaned, gasping and sobbing as her body swelled with heat and pressure, as she grew steadily fuller and heavier, face deepening from pink to red as her temples poured sweat.

She was gripping the counter harder than ever, legs fumbling, body trembling. Her nightdress was straining so much that diamonds of flesh were visibly pushing out between the buttons. Her breasts wobbled where they were shelved atop the huge mass. Abruptly both her nipples started squirting. Tears poured down her cheeks and she felt like she could pass out.

Somehow, she staggered back to the bedroom, holding onto the walls support. She could feel the sharp change in her center of gravity. She could feel how much more awkward her balance had become. Jade’s free hand cupped her throbbing belly as she moaned and shuffled to finally reached her bureau. Deliriously, she leaned on it, gasping for breath as her hand clumsily fumbled through her underwear drawer.

She found a pill bottle. Leftovers, from what that idiot Pete had given her. She tore off the cover and gulped them all down. It had to be five or six pills, she wasn’t sure. A new wave of dizziness overcame her.

She wanted more. She wanted to be filled; to feel the wholeness that she’d been lacking for longer than she could remember.

Jade dragged herself to the bed, easing her heavy body down, feeling like a beached whale as she sunk into the mattress, on her side. She moaned and rubbed her swollen belly which genuinely appeared to be pulsating. It was so big now. She could hardly believe it. Bigger than a beach ball. In her position, it shoved her breasts high enough to squash into her chin. Her nipples were still gushing, but she hardly registered it.

And even then, she could feel something cumulating inside of her. A radiating heat; something blooming and throbbing. Her weary hands desperately massaged the sides of the orb. She could feel another growth spurt coming on.

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