Drinks

Note: This is a story-prompt for Ioew.

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“You’ve tried kava, Ayahuasca, CBD, and now this.”

“Oh c’mon, Meg. Let loose. It’s the weekend,” said Tina, as she carelessly took a sip of the acid-green beverage that had been offered to her at the underground bar the two were patronizing.

Meg rolled her eyes. “You’ll have to count me out,” she said, shifting her attention to her cellphone. She began to text someone.

Tina rolled her eyes. “Your loss,” she mumbled under her breath, then she downed the rest of the beverage.

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By the time Monday morning arrived, Tina was feeling decidedly bloated. She covered a belch just before her office door swung open, her boss poking his head inside.

“Are you done with those financial reports, Tina?” Ted asked.

Tina nodded. “On your desk.”

“Keep up the good work.” He flashed a smile, and left, closing the door behind him. I his wake, Tina groaned, and massaged her gently bloating stomach. It was bulging over her waistband as though she’d just eaten a five-course meal.

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Over the next few days, Tina’s bloatedness continued to worsen, but with a heaviness that she didn’t associate with gas. Her blouses were getting tight on her, but her schedule was too hectic for her to find the time to shop, so she took to wearing thin tops that could stretch. She tucked them into her skirts and slacks, and occasionally threw a blazer around her shoulders.

But in another few days, even those would hardly accommodate her body. She was beginning to look as though she was six months pregnant, her belly sticking out blatantly from her otherwise slim body. She could feel a chronic pressure within her, feel her body filling out with each passing moment.

Hands on her desk, Tina struggled out of her seat one day, and yelped as her belly button popped out. Tina looked down in horror. It was quite blatant and unquestionably abnormal. Her belly button would have been strangely large even if she had been pregnant, resting like a large grape against her navel. Cradling the mound, that made her look as though she had swallowed a basketball by then, Tina sat back down, and got on her phone to schedule an a doctor’s appointment. The earliest opening was in a week’s time.

But in only another three days, Tina imagined she looked due with child, maybe overdue. By then she had developed a waddle. She took several pregnancy tests despite the ridiculousness of the concept. The results showed as expected—negative.

As her body surged with growth, Tina couldn’t help her compulsion to continue to wear tight clothes. Her ass was getting plumper, breasts filling out, now bulging out of her B-cup bra cups, and her belly was just getting massively round. Her belly button was embarrassingly the size of a tangerine, and her colleagues continuously stared at her.

It was the day before her doctor’s appointment. At the office, Tina was wearing slacks that might as well have been leggings for how tight they were on her expanding body. Her spandex shirt consistently slid up the mound of her abdomen, but she occasionally tugged it down (with little enthusiasm0. She still couldn’t comprehend her unwanted compulsion to show off her transforming body.

Her belly was beginning to grow wider than her flanks, and she imagined she looked overdue with triplets by then—maybe quads. She moved about in an awkward waddle, cradling the underside of her mound in a feeble effort to support it. She spent far too much time outside of her office, walking the floor, as though to show off her bizarre transformation.

Sometimes the top slid high enough to display her massive belly button. It had plumped to the size of an apple, seemingly overnight, and it appeared to throb. Tina paused in her stride to catch her breath, fidgeted to adjust to the heavy weight on her hips. She felt a warm heat start to bloom inside her, cheeks reddening as her body shuddered.

Her top was low cut, bloated EE-cups bulging from the V-neckline. They felt full and bloated. She groaned slightly as her gut tightened, her belly button twitched, and breasts heaved slightly higher. She was barely cognizant of her colleague talking to her, flustered as she was.

“Tina…” said Brad. His eyes were darting wildly between her bulging nipples, her swollen gut, and her massive belly button. “Do you have…”

Her insides lurched and tightened again. Tina groaned and clutched her mound, feeling as though she might topple over. “The Feldman file?” she managed. “It should be done by the end of the—”

A new surge of growth assaulted her, not from her abdomen, but her posterior this time. Tina grunted as her ass exploded with pressure, her slacks tightening in painful jolts. The fabric strained, her ass struggling to bubble free. “By the end of the day!” she squeaked out, before turning on her heel and waddling off to her office.