Bad Roommate - Female Version, Parts 1-4

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

Note: This is a female version of Bad Roommate.

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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1.

"That coffee addiction is going to bite you in the ass one of these days," said Alex as she peeled her math textbook off the kitchen counter. The cover was sticky with syrup. She tried her best to wipe it off on the thigh of her jeans.

Violet didn't bother to lift her attention from her coffee mug. She was enjoying her hot beverage at the small kitchen table of their shared apartment. Violet always made her coffee hot and black, with no additions to adulterate the bitter taste of caffeine. "I'll consider that when the semester ends," Violet lied before taking another sip.

Alex just snorted as she grabbed her keys. "See you in math." It was the one class they shared and would take place later that afternoon. Though Alex and Violet had different college majors, Math 137 was a prerequisite for both.

"I should get going myself." Violet finished her coffee and stood. Alex discreetly watched her.

Violet was an avid soccer player, and though she ordinarily had a slim physique, lately there was the slightest of curves in her shirts, indicative of some recent belly growth. She had put on weight.

Violet scratched the curve as she slung her backpack over her shoulder. The two walked out into the hallway.

"You taking your bike?" asked Alex. Violet's motorcycle had only just gotten out of the shop.

"Of course," said Violet.

"That thing's a death trap."

"Don't knock it until you try it."

"When hell freezes over." Alex threw another glance at the curve.

The two parted ways by the building's garage and Alex started her usual half-hour walk to campus. She could have afforded a car by then. Actually, Alex could have afforded a lot of things at that point in time.

Alex was receiving regular payments. An envelope stuffed with five grand could be found in her gym locker at the beginning of every month. All she had to do was continue to surveil Violet and forward the recordings to her benefactor.

There were hidden cameras all over the apartment and in Violet's bedroom. They recorded every moment of Violet’s home life. In addition to surveilling her, Alex was responsible for dosing Violet with a drug and ensure that she consumed it every day. It had been too easy. Alex had simply grinded the pills into a powder then mixed it with Violet's coffee grounds. Considering Violet's coffee addiction, she was getting plenty of the drug daily.

It had been a couple of months, and Alex honestly hadn't been expecting much, but it looked like the drug was finally taking effect. It made Alex a little nervous, a little excited.

-

Violet wasn't concerned about the weight gain.

She had a naturally fast metabolism and extra weight usually just fell off once she picked things up at the gym or track. She tried to keep active.

What concerned Violet was the notable swelling and darkening of her belly button. It was sensitive and appeared as though it had gotten infected somehow. It looked awkward, her normally inward belly button now bulging outward somewhat. She considered seeing a doctor, but she hated going in almost as much as she despised taking medicine. She knew she was generally strong and healthy. She rarely got sick and had no underlying medical conditions. Violet suspected that if she just waited it out, her body would fight the infection on its own.

And so she waited.

-

Alex swung by the college's athletics department one afternoon to drop off Violet's wallet. Violet had forgotten it that morning on her way out of the apartment.

"Thanks so much," said Violet as she accepted it in the locker room. Her belly was bulging against her soccer jersey and it was definitely getting rounder. Violet absently rubbed the mound, not seeming to notice what she was doing. Alex eyed the protrusion in the middle, where Violet's belly button was now sticking outward. It looked like the drug was really taking effect. Alex was rather bemused.

"Sure thing," said Alex belatedly. She forced her gaze back up to Violet's face.

"Violet can I have a word with you?" said a stern voice behind them.

Both girls turned to see coach Shields standing with a frown on her face, her arms crossed at her chest.

Violet gave Alex a grin. "See you later," she said as she walked off to join the coach behind some lockers.

But Alex couldn't help lingering; eavesdropping, really. She tried to blend in with all the athletes and tinkered with the dial on a random locker, as though she was having trouble getting it open.

"I wanted to speak to you about your weight," said Shields’ too-loud voice. She was a direct woman and got straight to the point.

Violet sounded embarrassed, "It's under control, coach."

"Yeah? Because it doesn't look under control," said Shields emphatically. "It looks the opposite. You’re starting to look pregnant."

“Had my period last Thursday,” Violet quickly piped in, her face flaming. "I'm gonna go completely keto and step it up at the gym. I’ll be back in shape in two weeks, tops."

Shields huffed. "I hope you're being serious. I have twenty other sophomores who would kill for your spot. And they're not bad, Vye. Could probably give you a run for your money."

"I am serious, coach," said Violet firmly.

Shields gave another sigh. As Alex heard the coach’s heavy footfalls she quietly departed before she could be caught.

She had never considered how the nature of the experiment could impact Violet on a personal and academic level, and it was certainly...interesting.

-

Something really weird was going on with her stomach.

Violet wasn't eating or drinking any more than usual—honestly, she had cut back—yet the weight was continuing to pile on, steadily increasing without pause.

And all the weight was going directly to Violet's gut. Her abdomen was getting rounder like a heavy drinkers’, not really sagging, yet maintaining a softness to it.

Her belly button was just starting to look bizarre. It was swollen and pink, really sticking out. It was developing a circular rash around it, and the whole area was so sensitive, she barely tried to touch it. It looked like the infection was getting worse. She really should have sought medical attention but she was sort of nervous and sort of embarrassed. She wasn't in pain. She didn't feel sick in any way. So Violet continued to put it off.

Shields finally benched her. Rather than getting the weight off as Violet had promised, she had only managed to put more on. It was humiliating. Her teammates gave awkward and commiserating looks. Violet had gone from being one of the star players to being a bench-warmer.

If she didn't get it together, she was at risk of being cut from the team entirely. Violet had never felt so overwhelmed, and found herself spending more time trying to diminish the curve with baggier clothes and layers than working out at the gym. If anything, her appetite was growing, and her strict diet failed regularly in the form of eating binges.

Her family had been pestering her for months to visit and Violet knew she couldn't keep putting it off. Her mother was bound to do something drastic. And so, Violet wrapped her body in a couple of loose sweaters, filled a duffle bag for the weekend, and rode out of the city to the quaint neighborhood where she had grown up.

For her mother, all it took was an embrace, then a once over, her gaze shooting down to Violet’s stomach. Thankfully, Violet’s bulging belly button wasn't visible through the thick material draped over it, but her mother saw the generalized gain. "Violet, you put on weight," she said, eyebrows rising high then furrowing. "I always thought you were too thin, but this is a bit much. Wait…you’re not pregnant, are you?"

Violet's cheeks grew hot. “No, mom! Of course not!”

"Don't tell me Vye-Vye’s porking up," Chris's voice called as he appeared behind their mother's shoulder. "Woah," he said as she took in the curve under Violet's sweater, the layers evidently doing little to hide it. "Booze-binging?"

"Shut up, Chris," Violet grumbled. "And no, I haven't been drinking," she added quickly to their mother. Violet allowed herself to be ushered inside.

"Damn, Violet," her sister said in passing, hardly looking up from her phone.

"Shut it, Lane."

"Violet, don't talk to your sister like that.”

Violet followed her mother into the kitchen where her mother went to stir a pot on the stove. "Sit. Relax. Tell me how school's going? How's soccer?"

"Great," Violet lied, forcing a smile. She was just grateful her mom didn't look up from the pot.

"Are you sure? This isn't like you, Vye. You're usually so disciplined."

"Yeah, well, midterms," said Violet, digging for an explanation. "But I'm already back at the gym. This is nothing. But embarrassing," she grumbled.

Her mother threw her an amused smile and the tension dissolved fast.

"Where's dad?" said Violet uneasily.

"He got called in for an emergency consult but he should be home any minute."

"Great," Violet huffed unenthusiastically. Her father was a physician and rather preachy when it came to personal health.

"You know your dad cares about you. He just wants all his kids to be healthy."

Violet rolled her eyes as she thought back to how their father had reacted when Lane was diagnosed with mono in the 9th grade. "Do you think there'll be a lecture?"

"You know your father."

"I know this is going to be painfully awkward," Violet muttered under her breath as she folded her arms over her bloated midsection.

-

The whole visit turned out being hellish, but it wasn't as though she had expected anything less. Her family had a way of being insufferable at any and all times.

Violet silently rejoiced when her weekend spent enduring fat jokes from her siblings, disturbed looks from her father, and a general air of concern from her mother, finally came to an end.

The ride back to campus against the brisk air was rejuvenating, though Violet found herself grimacing at times from the odd and new sensation of her belly quavering with the movements of her bike.

Her motorcycle jacket helped a little. The leather was decidedly tighter now at her abdomen, and helped to keep her stomach from jiggling too drastically.

Still, there was a lot of friction going on. The weirdly erogenous sensation of her sensitive belly button left her breathless. Violet was weak in the knees by the time she made it back to her apartment.

She threw a hasty greeting to Alex ("hey girl"), before heading straight to her bedroom and spending some intimate time with her vibrator.

-

Alex watched Violet's ongoing developments in morbid fascination.

It seemed out of nowhere Violet suddenly had a serious bump. If she were pregnant, she could have passed as five months along. Her bulging belly button showed prominently, especially when Violet was at home in just a t-shirt rather than the jackets and sweaters she wore around campus.

Violet would rub her abdomen without really noticing. She would rub her hands into the sides of the mound, making Alex wonder if it was tender. Sore? Maybe it just felt good to be rubbed. And if so...how good?

Violet's hands seemed to specifically avoid her navel. She was dressed in a tank top that day, the material hugging into the plump curve. Violet was flustered, as she often seemed to be lately. She was breathing a little faster than her norm, her cheeks a little pinker, and she was sweating just a bit at her temples. She looked like she was overheated even though the weather was still cool and crisp as the winter ebbed slowly.

That evening, Alex couldn't resist touching Violet. She wanted to feel the realness of what the drug was doing to her. Alex did it casually but the contact wasn't missed.

"Look at what we have here," Alex joked as she lightly patted Violet's bump.

Violet's face went bright red and her body actually shuddered. She huffed out a breath and backed away, her hands curling under the mound. "Don't do that," she said breathlessly, looking entirely overwhelmed.

"I um...sorry," said Alex. She couldn’t help staring.

"Yeah," said Violet awkwardly, because that's what this was. Painfully awkward. "I should...I should study." With that she turned into her room, closing the door, and leaving Alex to her thoughts.

2.

Alex's latest payment was double what she usually received.

She was decidedly pleased. Her covert employers must have been satisfied with her outcomes. After all, Violet had truly "blossomed." Her growth was obvious and quite pronounced.

Accompanying Alex's bonus was a small typewritten note that read, good work. God, this was exciting. Alex was getting paid generously and all she had to do was blow Violet up like a balloon.

Ironically, in the days that followed, things abruptly slowed down. Or perhaps the slowdown was imagined. Alex simply felt as though Violet was now growing at a painfully slow pace. If at all.

Violet was getting accustomed to the mound. Adapting to it in a resigned, complacent way. She bought bigger tops and always donned a jacket or sweater. The swollen protrusion of her belly from her otherwise slim form just became a normal part of her life.

Alex continued her documentation, her payments went back to normal, and everything was fine...albeit rather boring and tame. Weeks went by, and Violet just became that mildly chubby girl who people couldn't be bothered to tease anymore. Alex wondered if Violet had developed a tolerance to the drug.

Alex was flipping channels in the living room one evening when she came across a commercial that gave her pause.

"Lactalyz," a female voice chimed gently. The pictured showed a woman in a bath robe sipping tea. "An herbal remedy for new mothers who need a little help when it comes to nursing."

The commercial ended but Alex didn't notice the ones that followed.

What if she...no...that would be interfering. But the outcome—it might help. Things might develop.

Her employer might be pleased.

After another moment's hesitation, Alex got on her laptop and went to the Lactalyz company website. She ordered a canister of the drug then contemplated whether or not this was a good idea all over again.

The herb took only two days to arrive. Alex was expecting it to come as tea bags, but it arrived in the form of a powdery white substance.

Without really thinking about it, Alex dumped a generous amount into Violet's protein mix.

Well, it was more of a diet shake mix now. Violet had started drinking them religiously, twice a day, in hopes of eradicating the belly. It decidedly wasn't having much of an effect.

Alex had just managed to shove away the remainder of the Lactalyz in the back corner of her cupboard, when Violet came out of her room, yawning, still recovering from a late night of studying. Alex couldn’t help staring at the way Violet's shirt stretched over her prominent belly button-nipple—thing.

"Hey," said Violet, her belly bobbing slightly as she went straight to the protein canister on the counter, not even questioning why it was out of her cupboard. Violet took out the scooper and proceeded to make herself a protein shake with some whole milk found in the back of the fridge.

"Hey," said Alex belatedly. She watched Violet drink the shake.

Alex knew she was overstepping. This certainly wasn't part of the deal. Her employers might get upset with her; even fire her for exposing Violet to something they hadn't specifically prescribed.

But then, they might be pleased. They might give Alex another bonus, even a raise.

The herb could also have no effect whatsoever. As Alex saw things, the potential benefits outweighed the risks.

-

Violet groaned.

Her face was flushed. Her whole body felt unnaturally warm. Especially her...midsection.

It was uncomfortable and felt weirdly bloated, like her belly had turned into an overfilled balloon, tender and bobbing while accommodating the heat and pressure.

"Oohhh..." Violet moaned, pausing to cradle the mound, and stabilize it a bit. Luckily the apartment was empty at the moment, Alex in a class. Violet took several long breaths of air, closing her eyes as she shifted and arched, then grimaced at the weirdly arousing sensation of her belly button dragging across her shirt. She had already gotten off twice that morning.

Violet opened her eyes and glanced around, just to be sure the apartment was empty. She lightly shook her head and lifted her shirt, allowing it to sit bunched atop her plump belly. She frowned down at the mass, just the—oddness of it. The way it protruded out from her otherwise slim form. And her bellybutton, which had gotten dark and pink, felt incredibly tender, and had somehow swollen to the size of a golf ball. Honestly, it didn't even look like a belly button anymore. It looked like something else entirely. Violet gulped and continued to regard herself.

She had been so optimistic. Her weight had stabilized for a few weeks there. But then out of nowhere it had started to surge again. She was getting fuller, rounder, but also heavier and tighter, which was just unusual. Her belly button had a puffy pink plate of flesh around it, and if she wasn't certain it sounded insane, she would admit that her abdomen had somehow come to resemble a...well—a giant breast. But that was just ridiculous. Wasn't it? Violet was truly at a loss of what to think of all this.

The sensitivity had only intensified. Violet hesitated, then tentatively reached down, carefully stroking the protruding pink nub. Her whole body stiffened and trembled, her breath catching. She glided her fingers over it again, an unintentional moan coming up her throat. She leaned on the wall for support and took a moment to catch her breath.

She really should have consulted a physician, but things were just...embarrassing, by then.

And god her belly button ached to be touched. Violet found herself fondling it again, humming and arching as the nub stung, and...reacted. It actually began to harden. No way was that normal. "Oh god," she breathed, rubbing her fingers around the distended protrusion. "‘the hell is wrong with me?" she groaned as she shoved her free hand into her skirt.

-

Alex got another bonus.

Things were decidedly going well.

Violet had reacted better than expected to the herb. Now not only was she plump, but bloated as well.

It was surreal to think that the other youth's belly was likely full of milk. Milk Violet's own body had made and was now stretching her to clear discomfort.

Alex snapped out of her reverie as Violet's bedroom door opened.

Violet cupped her belly as she waddled out, no longer caring that another might see the awkward gesture of Violet trying to stabilize her plump, bobbing mound.

Her belly-nipple was even more distended than it had been before. It was bulging and swollen, god, everything was swollen. Even her small chest seemed a little bigger, now.

Violet's cheeks were pink from the exertion or heat.

Alex glued her eyes to the TV and pretended to be absorbed in the movie playing even though she was hyper-conscious of Violet, who was lumbering over in Alex's periphery.

The couch shifted as Violet plopped down on the opposite end with a groan.

Alex pretended only then to notice her. "Hey Vye."

"What're you watching?" said Violet, reaching into a paper bag she had set on the coffee table. She pulled out a fistful of fries.

"Revengers," Alex nodded to the costumed characters. "Heard this one was good."

"Sure looks good," said Violet as she eyed the muscular, spandex-clad men frolicking about on the screen. The two young women quieted as the movie proceeded, silent except for the noise of Violet munching on her two phili-cheesesteaks. Then her slurping as she gulped down her extra-large chocolate shake.

That’s when it happened. Violet was taking a particularly long draw from her straw, when she released another grunt, and a damp plot began to materialize on her stretched T-shirt. She pushed some fries into her mouth, hardly seeming to notice. "So much for the diet," she mumbled as she fidgeted, scrunching her face up. Her hand crept up to her gut. She winced and looked down. "Crap. Must have spilled something."

Alex's heart was pounding. She fought not to snap her head towards the growing stain on Violet's shirt, and gawk. Because if she wasn't mistaken, Violet was actually leaking.

Violet heaved herself off the couch with some effort before heading towards the bathroom. "What the hell?" Alex heard her muttering as the door snapped shut. The was the shuffling of cloth followed by the sound of skin sliding over skin.

And complete silence.

Alex could feel her heart throbbing in her throat.

When the bathroom door creaked open again, there was a long pause preceding Violet's heavy footfalls. She was pale when she reappeared in the living room. Alex gave her a thoughtful once-over, making sure not to linger on the way Violet's belly-nipple looked even more prominent as it bulged against the damp spot on Violet's shirt, the moisture steadily seeping down, trailing along the underside of Violet's belly.

"Hey, you okay?" Alex managed as nonchalantly as she could. "Why do you look so freaked out?" It was a struggle but Alex kept her gaze on Violet's face and feigned to be as oblivious as ever.

"I...er..." Violet was breathing heavily. She wiped her hand down her face. "Nothing," she concluded, as she made her way to her bedroom, the remainders of her takeout left forgotten.

As the door slammed shut behind Violet, Alex hesitated, then snagged a french fry.

-

Violet stared at her mound, shirt bunched atop so it was left to protrude freely, all full and flushed. And warm.

Violet couldn't deny that she actually looked pregnant.

And pretty far along. The way her aunt had looked a couple months before she gave birth.

On top of that, she had to deal with the weird swollen pink growth that had once been her belly button, and the fact that it was now dripping a warm white fluid that could only be... It was foolish to keep denying it. Some way, somehow, her formerly lean abdomen had been transformed into a giant breast.

It was ridiculous. Ludicrous. Violet had to be asleep or high.

And yet she was dripping, right there, at present, making a small puddle on her bedroom floor. This was insane. "What the hell?" she whispered again, shaking her head.

She was almost scared to move. The nub leaked regardless.

-

Violet shuffled around the apartment with awkwardness.

She skipped a bunch of her classes that week and didn't seem to know what to do with herself.

She was still clearly shaken, still swollen and engorged. She bundled herself up in layers of shirts and sweaters, but there was still that perpetual damp spot where milk seeped through. Alex doggedly pretended not to notice.

Sometimes it was a necessity. It was all Alex could do not to lose control. Just the sight of Violet's fat mound was too much for her. Violet's plump belly was full of milk, so full the milk was seepingout of her. God, it was so weird and so…hot.

Alex would see Violet on the phone at night, mound perched against her thighs as she tried to appease her family. "I'm sorry, I just can't make it this time. I have two papers due that Monday." She breathed heavily, absently rubbing her chest with the heel of her hand.

Violet was avoiding her family. Alex couldn't blame her. Violet’s form was unquestionably odd. The leaking appeared to be continuous.

Violet hung up her phone with a sigh. She looked up to see Alex innocently withdrawing a beer from the fridge. They caught eyes. Alex belatedly averted hers.

"God, I'm suffocated." Violet tugged at her top layer sweater, which was looking so snug, it probably wasn't serving its intended purpose. Alex could make out the sharp protrusion of Violet's navel just fine.

"Hey, is everything alright with you?" asked Alex as airily as she could.

Violet paused, her cheeks flushing deeper. "I uh...gained weight. You probably don't notice that much since we live together, but if my parents see me, they're just gonna freak out." She absently held the side of her belly, frowning off, then returning her attention to Alex.

Alex swallowed, then said, "Seriously? Guess it's time to cut the carbs." She forced a laugh.

"Yeah..." said Violet, even though both knew that her efforts to diet hadn't worked in the least. "It’s not as easy as it sounds."

Then Violet spontaneously leaked. More accurately, she poured into her shirt until the hem started to drip and Violet released a curse.

In that moment, Alex lost every fraction of her carefully honed control. She dropped to her knees before the swollen mound. She shoved the fabric roughly away, then felt herself leaning down to press her lips against the stiff, pink nub.

Violet gasped.

3.

A moan escaped Violet's throat. She felt herself reaching down to twist her fingers through Alex's hair, pulling her closer so that Alex was pressed firmly against the mound. The—the breast. Because that's what Violet's abdomen had somehow become. A giant breast.

It was still disturbing to think about. It seemed like some weird fictional story. Violet was rapidly distracted by the pure, searing pleasure that coursed through her body with every suck Alex took.

It just felt good. "Don't stop," Violet breathed, too turned on to be embarrassed by the twisted predicament she presently found herself in. Her dorm mate and friend was sucking her—her weird belly nipple. Violet's eyes fluttered closed and the rest of the issue was lost to her.

-

The next day was awkward.

Alex knew Violet's secret. She knew it and she was...into it.

God, this was weird.

That morning, Violet buried her torso under her several layers of shirts. She drew a deep breath as she gathered the courage to leave her bedroom. Once she exited, she was dismayed to see Alex lounged across the couch, as though nothing odd had happened the day before.

Resisting the urge to turn around and lock herself back in her bedroom, Violet started for the small kitchen area, intending to make a quick stop at the fridge. She had just opened the refrigerator door when Alex blurted—

"It was good."

Violet squeezed her eyes shut, certain she was hearing things, but Alex went on.

"I mean, it was delicious," Alex rambled. "It's freaky, I know, but you're producing actual food and—god that's hot."

Violet opened her eyes. She looked over to the couch, matching Alex's determined gaze with a puzzled one.

"This whole thing is insane," Violet said. "This has to be a dream or something." She frowned down at the swell under her clothes.

"It doesn't have to be a bad thing," suggested Alex. "I mean, it felt good...right?"

Violet swallowed.

“Good” was an understatement. The sensation of being sucked and devoured had offered her the most intense pleasure she had experienced in her life.

"I like this," said Alex with a nervous edge to her voice. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip then looked Violet straight in the eyes. "I like you."

"This is...some weird joke," Violet concluded. She closed the fridge and turned to leave empty-handed because for once she had lost her appetite.

But then Alex was getting off the couch and rapidly closing the distance between them. She put her hands on Violet's waist—Violet took a shuddering breath—then her hands just lingered there tauntingly, brushing near where Violet's flesh softened and bloated out, so terribly close, only a few layers of fabric standing between hot skin and hot skin.

"It's okay," said Alex. "I know this is weird. But you're fine. You're perfect. Bring on the weird." She allowed her thumbs to rub circles into Violet's flanks, causing heat to surge to the contact. "Let me make you feel nice."

Violet opened her mouth but released a groan in lieu of words. She felt herself weakly nodding. Violet tensed then relaxed as Alex grabbed hold of her shirt. Violet breathed evenly as she allowed Alex to peel away the layers. When they got down to Violet's thin, stretched tank top, from which several inches of her mound bulged out at the bottom, Violet slumped back against the counter, her breathing thinning despite that they had yet to start.

Alex slid the shirt up painstakingly slow. Violet shivered as the cotton dragged on the sensitive protrusion. Alex bunched the shirt up over the mound, and for a moment, just marveled. She stared at the swollen nub, hard, glistening, and pink.

Alex dropped down to her knees.

"Oh god," hissed Violet, gripping the counter behind her to brace herself from falling.

-

God this was so demented. Alex wanted to suck Violet's belly-tit and Violet wanted to let her. Violet tried to get back on top of her school work. Her panic over the transformation of her body had been replaced with an acute awareness of the way Alex looked at her.

Violet slowly got used to the—the breast.

It got progressively warmer as days passed, but also heavier and fuller. She could feel a growing bloated sensation and she could sense the way it bulged out larger and more firm than before.

She was filling. Filling with milk, and god, it was fucking crazy. Her gut was a tit and she was lactating.

She would sometimes catch Alex's eyes. The other student looked unmistakably hungry. Violet would gulp and Alex would lick her lips. Both knew how this would cumulate.

-

Alex could tell that Violet was filling up.

As the week went on, Violet was getting slower in her general movements. Her skin was flushed and dewy, Violet often mopping sweat off her face with her hand.

She was breathless and panting. Her belly was growing. Swelling, steadily pushing out as it filled more.

It began to stretch out her clothing again. More so than it had done previously. Violet was growing beyond her peak size just before Alex had first drank from her. It was like the milk was stretching her out a little more than before.

Alex surmised that Violet looked as though she was seven months pregnant by then. If someone paused to study her, they would probably assume as much.

Violet seemed more sensitive now. She moved around quite gingerly. Sometimes she would groan and pause in her movements just to breathe. Other times she would cup her abdomen gently. It was tender. Probably sore and tingling. Alex wondered if the heat of the milk could be felt radiating off it. Alex wondered if it was actually throbbing with fullness. The nipple seemed even more pronounced than usual, bulging visibly beneath the layers of shirts. And curiously, Violet absently rubbed her chest at times, though she was getting increasingly reluctant to make much hand contact with her belly.

Her large, swollen, milk-full belly. It would bob when Violet moved around. Violet's hand would slide down at times, carefully cradling the underside of the mass, as she panted and groaned, face flushed, and just the sight of it was enough to make Alex almost lose control.

Alex wanted to taste it. The milk was warm and thick with a subtle quality of sweetness. Alex thought she could drink it forever.

But another part of her just enjoyed the sight of Violet adapting to her increasing burden; seeing Violet grimace and grunt as she tugged down her ever-shrinking tops. How far would her milk stretch her? Was she at capacity? What would that look like?

Alex thought she had the answer one afternoon as Violet was easing herself down at the kitchen table with the utmost care. Her ass hit the seat, then she released a gasp as her shirt immediately began to dampen. It rapidly got soaked, the material becoming pasted against her, the bulging golfball-sized nipple that had become of her belly button bulging out evidently.

Alex couldn't hold back any longer. She went right over and pulled up Alex's layered shirts. Milk wasn't seeping, but actually squirting forward in a thick stream. Delightfully, some of it got on Alex.

Violet groaned and arched in her seat, trying to take some tension off the mound. "S-so...full."

Alex's heart was pounding. She continued to pull up Violet's shirt, removing it completely; Violet allowing it. Alex was rewarded with the sight of Violet's cleavage somewhat overflowing her small bra cups. She had grown there as well. Alex drew in a long breath.

"Nnnghhhh...god..." Violet cupped the side of her belly.

Alex sunk down to her knees, catching some of the stream in her mouth. She closed in and planted her lips around the large, hot, belly-nipple.

Violet groaned.

"Feels good?" Alex asked against the nub. She took a hard suck.

"Unnghhhhh..." Violet gave an indecipherable mumble.

"You got so full for me. You made so much milk," Alex murmured, allowing her forehead to rest against the soft, smooth mound, just enjoying the heat of it. She took another suck, filling her mouth, gulping down more and more until her stomach was uncomfortably full. Still, she drank. "There's just so much. Enough to feed a whole family. I can't believe how much you’re making." She tried to catch her breath, some milk rolling down her chin.

Violet's hand had risen to cover her own face, and she too was panting. Alex wondered if Violet was as wet as she was because this was so fucking erotic.

"How does it feel to be so full?" Alex asked.

"God, I...just wanted you," Violet managed.

The words went straight to Alex's libido. "Then why do you fight it?"

"I...I won't fight it anymore. Want you to drink me."

Alex did.

-

The following week, Alex got another generous bonus from her employer. She knew she should have felt guilty but all she felt was an immense sense of pleasure.

She had gotten the best of both worlds. She had revealed to Violet that she knew what was going on with her body while keeping her part in the whole scenario a secret and continuing to receive payments for it.

Alex's life was beyond perfect at that moment. Her most perverse fantasies—fantasies she hadn't even known she had—had come to fruition. She and Violet shared a dorm apartment, which meant that Alex had a front row view of the bizarre transformation of Violet's abdomen. She got to see it, feel it, even suck it. And Violet wanted it just as much as Alex did. The arrangement was mutually beneficial and Alex was living a dream.

-

"Oh my god, my appetite has been out of control lately," said Violet awkwardly after Alex had witnessed the other woman demolish four double cheeseburgers and a mountain of fries. Violet was presently sucking down an XXL chocolate milkshake, and she still had a whole pizza she hadn't even gotten started on. "God, I feel like I'm starving half the time. Can't stop eating." She took another slurp, seeming to have become complacent on this issue much like she had on her other changes.

"Hmm," said Alex as she snagged a stray fry off the kitchen table.

Alex had done some research. Apparently a nursing mother had to increase her food intake by 500 calories daily just for a newborn baby. Violet, in contrast, was producing massive amounts of milk, far more than a tiny baby's worth of nutrition. Additionally, the more milk Violet expended, the more she would make, and the more food she would eat. It was supply and demand. Violet was nursing, to a certain degree. The more milk Alex demanded, the more Violet's body would try to accommodate her.

-

Alex liked to wait as long as possible. She liked to see Violet huge; liked to make her ask for it.

There was a knock on Alex's bedroom door one morning. She opened it to find Violet standing there, one hand low on her swell, the other rubbing her back. Violet's belly was at what Alex considered its current peak size, Violet's pajama shirt taut against it. Diamonds of skin had appeared between straining buttons, fat nipple close to popping right out.

"Hey," said Alex, her eyes glued to the mound.

"Hey," said Violet. "Can I interest you in some breakfast?" Her voice was half-joking, half-entreating, and Alex was so tempted to say no. Maybe she could stretch this a little longer, make Violet a little tighter, see if they could get another inch or two of growth.

But Violet was just irresistible, the mound round and full, the huge nipple pushing hard into the shirt, already dampening the material with some leaking. Violet was flushed and panting, clearly feeling the weight of it.

"Sure," said Alex, opening her door wider.

Violet came in and sat carefully on the bed, the fat tit settling against her lap. She rested her hands behind her on the mattress, leaning back and allowing Alex to unbutton her shirt.

The nipple was dripping lazily, and Alex couldn't help reaching down to give the mound a squeeze, causing Violet to gasp as the nipple squirted.

Alex leaned down for a suck, groaning as creamy milk gushed into her mouth. She sucked and nibbled, then kissed the flesh, even leaning up to nip at the growing breasts on Violet’s chest.

Violet arched, trembled, and enjoyed it.

4.

God the pleasure was unreal. She had become a huge freak but the pleasure was unreal.

Violet's mound was bulging even out of shirts she had purchased recently. She was growing so much and so fast. She swore, she looked as though she was eight months pregnant by then.

She had ordered a pregnancy girdle. It was a struggle just to figure out how to get it on. There was a lot of grunting and fumbling as she deliberately compressed her mound within the confines of the stretchy material. By the time she finished getting it on she was gasping and sort of chuckling at how ridiculous this situation was. She was breathless and fidgety under the unquestionable discomfort but she figured she'd get used to it. Besides, she needed something to stand between her huge sensitive nipple and the constant friction of her tops.

Violet made her way over to the mirror and examined herself. The mound was less bouncy and even a bit smaller-looking. It had become firm and compacted to the degree that it now appeared spherical rather than tear-shaped. She really did look pregnant.

She pulled her shirt back on. It fit now but only just. As she started to move, she could really appreciate the support the girdle gave to her back. With a sigh she exited her room and went into the kitchen with a couple of books in hand.

Alex was there putting together a quick sandwich. She threw Violet a glance and smile. "God you look sexy, all round like that."

Violet rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her amusement. "You just like my milk baby," she said, lightly patting her belly.

Alex giggled.

Violet dumped her textbooks on the kitchen table and plopped down in a chair, intending to get some studying done.

For an hour she tried to focus on her coursework and not the other things she could be doing if she got Alex involved.

Violet couldn't spend all her time getting off, after all. It was a lot. And if she wasn't mistaken, all the stimulation was making her growth really surge lately. The girdle almost felt like it was getting tighter by the moment but she knew it was all in her head. Violet tried not to think about it too much.

Two hours passed, during which Violet probably only got in a half hour worth of studying. Despite it she felt stiff and weary. She pushed back her chair.

"Time for a break?" Alex called from the couch. The amount of attention she was directing Violet's way was both unnerving and exciting.

"I, um..."

"I think you should take a break," Alex asserted, already standing up and closing in. She put her hands on the arms of Violet's chair, leaning in close.

"Alex..." Violet murmured, getting breathless as Alex hand reached down to cradle the mound.

Then Alex paused. "What is this thing?" she said in confusion as she drew Violet's shirt up. Violet felt her cheeks warm as the girdle came into view.

"It’s an, erm, a pregnancy girdle.”

"Seriously," Alex laughed.

"Hey, its lot of strain on my back," said Violet. "I'm probably carrying gallons sometimes. And it jiggles around all over the place."

"Not when it’s full," said Violet, recovering from her giggles. "It gets so tight."

"I'm not sure which is worse."

Violet's shirt was now bunched up over the contained mound. She gasped as Alex unlaunched the girdle, causing her belly-breast to push out. As proud as Violet had been to get herself into the girdle only a little while earlier, it was a surprising relief to be freed of the tight confinement.

"Hello there," said Alex, giving the huge nipple a squeeze and causing it to squirt.

"Mmmm…" Violet hummed, her eyes fluttering. "N-not ready yet." They had just done this yesterday, after all.

"So?"

"Alex…ohhhh…"

Alex sucked anyway. She only managed to draw out small amounts of milk but she seemed entirely satisfied with that.

-

Alex knew that the more she stimulated Violet's belly-breast, the more it would expand.

It seemed to be working.

Violet was not just filling, but growing.

Violet was now begging to be sucked after Alex had drained her just three days earlier. She used to last over a week before she truly needed it.

By then Violet looked at term with child—heavily pregnant, but bouncier. The nipple was huge; bigger than a golf ball. The areola was a puffy pink plate of flesh beneath it.

The pair of breasts on Violet’s previously-flat chest had also grown, now probably B-cups by then. They were too round and too full and Alex could tell that those were getting engorged as well. She wondered if Violet noticed yet. Likely, she had noticed the growth but perhaps not the engorgement.

Violet was becoming a one-woman milk factory and was even starting to accept it. With Alex's aid, of course.

She was carrying their milk-baby. She had even started to waddle a little, and Alex didn't know why she found that hot, but she did. The way Violet waddled and arched to stretch her back or paused to catch her breath, her hand supporting the underside of the mass—it was all insanely hot, and Alex couldn’t get enough of it. Then the way Violet shamelessly whined and begged to be emptied—it was enough to drive Alex mad.

Weirdly, Alex's diet seemed to consist almost entirely of milk these days. It was unusual and probably unhealthy, but somehow Alex couldn't bring herself to care. All that mattered was Violet's gorgeous swell. It filled Alex up and she didn’t need anything else.

Alex found herself not only in Violet's room, but on her bed late one evening. She was nursing lazily while sort of dozing. She imagined this was how babies felt. Violet was lying on her side, eyes closed, lips moving wordlessly. Her shirt was drawn up over the massive bump. It was flushed and sweaty and always seemed to be full these days. Alex pulled off the nipple with a wet pop, and even then, it's squirted. Violet grunted as her hand moved to cup the area, not making contact with the swollen nipple. She breathed heavily, in-and-out.

"Mmmm…" Violet hummed when her nipple didn't produce anything more than a few droplets of milk following the squirt. "Ahh, I think you drained me."

"Happy to be of service," said Alex wryly. She planted a kiss on the face of the mound. And then just stroked it, rubbing circles along it with her palm. It was just so peaceful and methodical, the gentle heaves of Violet's belly, the movements of her own hand, Violet’s soft puffs of breath as Alex marveled at the orb through the darkness.

The two never spent the night in each other's beds. It would bring things to a level of intimacy that neither had really thought about.

But that night they fell asleep together. Alex only realized what had occurred the following morning as she steadily awoke and smiled, reveling in the sensation of soft skin against her cheek. She kissed the mound until Violet stirred.

The mound visibly contracted. Violet gasped, her eyes popping open. “God,” she breathed just before the nipple started to squirt milk several times with small pauses in between. She sat partly upright but this only worsened the issue, as she sprayed and grunted. Things were getting out of control and Alex couldn't have been happier.

-

Alex was full. She constantly felt stuffed and even her own gut had started developing a curve lately from constantly being overfilled. She wasn't about to complain but she was starting to realize that Violet was producing more milk than she could possibly keep up with. The milk was just so thick, creamy, and heavy lately. But if Violet wasn't completely drained as needed, her body wouldn't feel the need to produce as much. It might even start producing less, and the progress they had been making could hit a snag. Alex's income could hit a snag.

"Have you thought about pumping?" said Alex casually.

Violet glanced up at her. She was seated on the couch, one of her hands cradling the side of her belly where it always seemed to be these days. Her cheeks were flushed as she swiped some sweat off her forehead. She was breathing heavily as she just sat and endured the heat and weight of her milk-full belly.

"Pump?" said Violet, raising a brow.

"I mean, like a breast pump," said Alex, grinning as she idly watched the mound heave. Violet was dressed in a pair of leggings shoved low by the mass. She also had on a thin tank top that was stretched tight over her belly, a smear of dampness on the face where her button-nipple seeped arbitrarily. The breasts on her chest were full and perky. Violet was full of sustenance, just producing so much of it. It was heavy, filling, and likely high-calorie. For once, Alex considered the connotations of this weird experiment and its potential applications. Violet was producing food. Huge amounts of it. Probably enough to feed several mouths a day. More than a cow could come close to yielding. Imagine what a producer like Violet could do for people who were starving. In the end this was a good thing. Alex was doing something good.

"Oh," said Violet, pulling Alex out of her reverie.

“Your milk is delicious—and I’d drink it all day if I could,” Alex added quickly. “But sometimes even I can't keep up. God knows I try. Hell, I like to try.”

Violet gave a half-smile but then her belly trembled very subtly and she took a shuddering breath. Her hands moved to cup either side of her orb.

Alex approached, licking her lips. “Do you want me to…”

“No. I mean, not now.”

“You're full.”

“I'm always full. I just need a breather. If I come again today, I'm gonna pass out, I swear.”

Alex burst into laughter. “Fair enough,” she choked out.

“And yeah, maybe I will try a pump.”

“I can pick one up.”

“Thanks Alex.”

“Just promise you'll let me watch.”

“God, you're the worst.”

-

The pump had two suction cups and a hose that led to a collection container. It was adjustable to a good extent and Alex was able to remove one of the suction cups and replace the container with a much larger one. She brought the pump to Violet who was sitting on the couch. Violet gave it a considering look.

Both knew the suction part looked too small. It was meant to accommodate a normal-sized nipple, not Violet’s huge one.

“Let's give it a shot,” said Alex optimistically.

They turned the machine on and pressed the suction part to Violet's large, bulging nipple. It only seemed to accommodate the face of the nub but it was enough. It drew and milk immediately began to pour down the hose, Violet's eyes widening, lips pressing closed.

“How does it feel?” Alex deeply wanted to know.

“Uh…okay,” said Violet. “Er, it's…it's different, not as—it's not as, uh, bothering.”

Less sexual, then. Less arousing than when Alex sucked her manually. Well that would probably be helpful. Sort of. Violet leaned back and sighed, her eyes fluttering closed as the machine worked. And as Alex watched, she felt herself licking her lips. Was she really getting jealous of a device?

“So you like it,” said Alex.

“Yeah, it's good,” Violet murmured. “Thanks for recommending it. Just—thanks for all your help.” Violet threw her arm over her eyes and arched, pushing her belly-tit out. It was strangely sexy, her belly wiggling slightly with the draws of the pump. “Some nights it's hard to sleep. You know, with all the heat and strain.”

Alex sat down and watched as milk poured into the container. “Now that we’re collecting it, what should we do with it? Maybe we can donate it or, I don't know, make something.”

“Yeah,” Violet breathed noncommittally. “Whatever.”

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