Bad Roommate - Female Version, Part 21

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Summary: Violet's stomach progressively transforms into a giant breast. Contains: Female: belly expansion, breast expansion, belly-breast, and more.

This story is a work of fiction. As specified through the story, all characters featured in this work are 18 years of age or older.

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Alex felt like a blimp.

She was dressed in sweatpants pushed low by the massive swell of her belly-breast. She had an oversized tank top stretched over her chest, the material damp with sweat. The hem only pulled down as far as the top of her belly-breast, the straining material unable to accommodate her full torso.

The cleavage of Alex’s top pair of chest-breasts was bulging heavily over the neckline. Flushed and hot like the rest of her.

She hadn’t gotten up from bed since Milton had helped her there the night before. Presently, Alex was leaned back against a pile of pillows, continuously squirming and groaning, her belly throbbing with tension and that liquid heat that oversaturated the packed flesh. She felt flustered and breathless; nearly delirious from overstimulation.

She felt like a heap of fat. It was weighing her down, overwhelming her body. The top four breasts on her chest were the size of basketballs by then. Consistently, she would reach under them, still compulsively rubbing the mounds beneath. The new ones had grown to DD’s by then, but still weren’t nearly large enough to handle the weight stacked atop them. She had to grow them more.

Clumsily, Alex would sometimes reach out to her night table, which Milton had supplied generously with snacks, drinks, milk pumps, and some of the other things Alex might have throughout the day were she disinclined to get up.

Alex grabbed a container filled with milk she had pumped from herself only an hour earlier. She took a generous swig, coughing a little before taking several more gulps. She accidentally knocked over the TV remote and some other random items as she reached out to grab a pill bottle.

After ripping the cover off the bottle, Alex tipped three pills into her mouth, washing them down with another swig of milk. Despite her decision to quit the supplement only a day earlier, Alex was finding that her desperation to expand her lowest pair of breasts somehow outweighed her desire to get her overall growth under control.

Alex released a loud belch, groaning quietly as she slumped back against her pillows. God, she felt like such a slob. Her eyes trailed over the three empty pastry boxes lying on the floor beside the bed. She had managed to consume three dozen donuts in the past hour since the maid had last tidied up.

Alex fidgeted. Everything was so fucking uncomfortable. All her breasts felt engorged, but she was exhausted. And pumping just seemed to make everything worse. She could hardly last two hours before she filled up again, her mammaries producing milk at outrageous speeds. Her body was a damn machine, yet she didn’t think it was necessarily a good thing. At least Milton was enjoying it. Alex was a damn buffet as far as Milton was concerned.

Alex groaned at a sudden tingle of soreness in her newest chest breasts. Again she reached down and gently squeezed them, droplets of milk springing free from the brand new nipples there, which were still so small and pink. Panting, she blindly reached out for the drug supplement again. She popped another pill against her better judgment. Then she took several more gulps of her milk, some of it dribbling down her chin and between her cleavage.

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Walking was increasingly becoming an issue, but they did their best.

Alex was set up with yet another custom-made maternity girdle that was buttoned firmly against her belly-breast to aid in supporting and stabilizing the huge, unwieldly mass.

She gripped onto Milton’s arm as she painstakingly shuffled, having to stop every few steps to breathe heavily, her jaw clenched. Milton’s arm was around her back, Milton’s other hand cupping Alex’s lower belly to aid in supporting it. Alex’s own hand was gripping the side of her belly-breast, the mound puffed out and swollen, just packed with milk. She probably produced enough by then to feed a village. She gave a bitter laugh at the thought. What a preposterous concept.

Most of her milk went to waste. Milton would add a good amount to his morning coffee but he preferred to drink it directly from the source. Alex herself indulged more than she liked to admit. By then she had developed a nasty habit.

Alex gave a jerky nod to indicate that she was ready to start moving again. And so she resumed her shuffling, Milton helping support her. She staggered a step as she cried out, hands shooting to her belly-nipple as milk seeped through the girdle and into the huge shirt she had on.

By the time they finally made it to the kitchen table, she could hardly breathe. She eased herself down in a chair, gasping and arching. It was in this position that Milton could spot what was peeking out on Alex’s form from between her four upper chest-breasts and her belly-breast.

“You’ve been busy,” Milton said with a lecherous smile.

With shaking hands, Alex cupped the G-cups that were just starting to protrude out enough that they were visible on her chest despite the four huge breasts heaving atop them. She weakly nodded.

Milton licked his lips.

A sudden bloom of sensation had Alex’s whole body tensing. She felt a pulse in her chest, all six of her breasts there tightening and aching as she reddened. “Ohhhhh…” she groaned, clutching her upper breasts. The lowest ones were shifting; pushing out. She struggled to breathe, sweat pouring down her face as the newest pair tightened and swelled. “Hoooo…hooooo…hahhhh…” she puffed. Her upper four breasts were being lifted. They were being pushed higher as the lower ones grew.

“Fuhhhh…” Alex’s clammy hands gingerly explored her torso. They found her newest pair of breasts, which were tingling sharply with sensation. She cupped them, carefully finding her way to her achingly sensitive nipples. She pinched them. “Ngghhhhh…” So raw and new. She whimpered as both nipples squirted out a thin stream of milk.

God, this was bizarre. She had three pairs of breasts on her chest, and a massive one overtaking her abdomen. While her newest pair of breasts was growing rapidly, it was still notably smaller than the two pairs above them. But they were visible now, clearly present and shelving the ones above it. The newest pair was still quite sore, but it was definitely better now that they weren’t entirely squashed and hidden.

Panting, Alex ghosted the grotesque display with her fingers. Breasts stacked atop breasts. She was reminded of damn animals. How their mammaries overtook their whole torsos.

Another pulse had her cursing, gripping the table and squeezing her eyes shut. Her belly-breast shuddered and tightened, pushing out an inch as Alex’s eyes stung. “Fuck, fuck, fu—gnnhhhhh…” It shuddered again, milk spilling down the underside of the orb.

Milton couldn’t hold back anymore. Suddenly he was on his knees, planting desperate kisses all over Alex’s heated skin.

“This whole thing is fucked,” Alex choked out, though she couldn’t deny how good it all felt. She dropped her head back, her insides lurching.

“It’s fucking hot,” Milton responded huskily. When he took Alex’s belly-nipple into his mouth and sucked sharply, Alex arched, her muscles tensing as a long grunt came up her throat.

Her fingers found Milton’s hair, twisting through the neat cut.

“The pumps keeps getting jammed,” Alex managed. “The m-milks just getting so thick. I’m not sure how much longer it’s gonna work at all.” What if she couldn’t express her milk at all? It was a scary thought.

“That’s why you have me,” said Milton, then he resumed drinking.

Alex puffed out a long breath, her limbs going weak as she allowed herself to slump back in her seat. Milton’s rough hands massaged her swollen body. It all felt amazing.

Alex considered the fact that she was becoming dependent on Milton entirely.

Yet rather than worrying, she opted to enjoy the moment. Milton’s lips were a luxurious brand of torture.

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Were this a pregnancy, Alex vaguely estimated that she would look overdue with quints. Or larger. Alex wasn’t sure, she just knew that she was gigantic.

Outrageously massive. Practically mythological. Something that only existed in the most bizarre of fantasies; something that just couldn’t actually be real.

And yet it was.

It still felt great to be fucked, especially when she was full to bursting. On her knees on the bed, Alex’s belly squashed hard into the mattress, outspanning her arms by then. Yet she still leaned against the over-packed mound. It wasn’t intolerable. Her body was alight, searing with sensation.

Her many breasts bobbed and jiggled with each of Milton’s hard thrusts. Milton cupped and squeezed at her flesh, taking particular care to massage the newest breasts as Alex whined and her nipples squirted. Her mind was white noise, her skin sticky, and her body straining taut, filled to capacity with the absurd quantities of food she was producing.

When she came, her milk just started spraying all over the place. Usually she needed her pumps or Milton’s lips to release this quantity. But her seven breasts were freely squirting as she arched and groaned. Milton lost himself soon after, Alex crying out as the man collapsed against her. Milton hurriedly shifted away, and the two found themselves sprawled together on the soaked mattress.

Orgasms like that made this whole thing worth it. Alex felt painfully tight, so tight she was red and fidgeting, trying to squeeze some more milk out manually with her hands, but she could hardly reach her belly-nipple anymore. Despite her discomfort, her eyelids kept slipping down. “Milton,” she rasped, wanting her breast pumps, or Milton’s mouth, yet Alex knew it wouldn’t be enough. It was never enough.

Her eyelids sank.

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Alex was getting used to being painfully engorged.

Her movements were slow, her face always flushed and her forehead damp.

That morning she was wearing a huge maternity robe, her belly still peeking out under the belt.

Milton had left to play some golf that morning so Alex had optimistically attempted to get up on her own. After half an hour of struggling, she’d felt hopeless and drained, her ass still planted firmly against the mattress. All she had succeeded in doing was exhausting herself. She felt like she could pass out.

The door opened and a servant walked in, rolling along with him a very-large wheelchair. “Might this be of some use, sir?”

It was typical that Milton would think ahead. Alex stared at the device resentfully. It marked a milestone of sorts. Alex was losing her mobility.

Minutes later when she was wheeled into the living room, Alex was surprised to see that Milton had returned. The man was studying the illuminated screen of a tablet.

“What’s going on?” inquired Alex, intrigued by the intensity of Milton’s gaze and frown.

Milton looked up from the tablet, his brows creasing in a sort of puzzled expression. He walked over to Alex, handing the device over.

It was a video. Alex pressed the play button, her eyes going wide at what she saw. “Are these the servants quarters? Here?” Alex looked back up at Milton.

Milton nodded, his frown deepening. He turned to one of the butlers standing by, pointing out the image displayed on the video. “Bring this man here at once.”

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A servant was dragged in by two others as he struggled. He was released upon his entrance to the living room, and stilled when he saw Milton standing there waiting for him.

“Sir,” said the servant, bowing his head slightly. He was a slim young man with tousled brown hair.

“What’s your name?” Milton demanded.

“R-Roland,” the servant stammered.

“Turn around,” Milton ordered.

“Sir!?”

But the two servants who flanked Roland grabbed hold of his arms and forced him to rotate.

Alex’s eyes bulged. Roland’s ass was huge! He looked as though he had gotten a BBL, then gone back for a second one!

“What is the meaning of this!?” said Milton.

But Alex already knew where this was going. After all, she had seen it herself. She’d experienced it just months earlier. Still was. “You’ve been drinking my milk,” she said hoarsely. Alex’s nipples seemed to contract from the mere thought, her face contorting as she went on, “F-from the fridge. The milk in the containers?”

That’s where they kept it, after all. After she pumped, the milk that she and Milton didn’t drink often ended up in the fridge where it could be integrated into meals or just disposed of later.

Roland seemed close to tears. “It was just a taste,” he stammered guiltily. “For my tea. I didn't realize—but and it was so damn delicious. I couldn’t help myself. I needed more.”

“Show us,” Milton insisted.

Roland went tense and hesitated. But nevertheless, he gave a nod. Slowly, he unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down below a very-large backside, that had a scarf wrapped around it. To support it, Alex realized.

After Roland untied the scarf, and dropped it, Alex’s jaw went slack.

Where Roland’s butt-cheeks should have been were a pair of plump, bouncing breasts.