Obsessed, Part 6

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Summary: Though he knows it is odd, Theodore desperately wants breasts. Through diet, drug treatments, massages, and more, he develops C-cups, and he thinks the size is perfect. They're not too extravagant, and he doesn't mind the stares he gets. He couldn't be happier. But someone in Theodore's life is really turned on by Theodore's breasts, and isn't satisfied, he wants them bigger. He proceeds to secretly drug Theodore, and Theodore has no idea why his breasts are suddenly starting to grow again. Contains: Male: breast expansion, weight gain, lactation, eventual pregnancy.

Previous Chapter

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“I should see a doctor,” Theodore stammered a few moments later, still utterly frazzled. It was like his breasts had a mind of their own. He couldn’t figure out what was happening to them.

John gave him a dismissive look. “Didn’t you choose this? You did it to yourself, no?”

“Well…yeah,” Theodore said, his cheeks hot. It seemed like too much effort to elaborate that he hadn’t intended for things to go this far in the size department.

“Then what’s the problem? There’s really nothing to worry about. Things turned out just as you intended.”

“Yeah…” Theodore couldn’t disagree. The goal had always been to grow breasts. Perky ones at that.

“Or maybe you bit off more than you could chew, so to speak?” John asked with morbid interest.

“No, I…” Theodore was embarrassed by John’s look. It made him feel like some moronic child. “No, this is fine, I mean — some of the sensations are certainly odd, but not in a bad way. I guess I was just…surprised.”

John’s lips slowly curled back into a smile. “Yeah, that was pretty intense.”

Theodore lightly cupped the sides of his breasts with his hands. He was certain that he had gone up a cup size in just a few moments. He gulped, looking down at his flushed flesh.

They had mercifully softened, no longer feeling tight to bursting as they had moments earlier. He wasn’t sure what that had been about. Undoubtedly there had been a growth spurt, but why had his nipples tingled and ached, growing and trembling like they might burst right off?

Theodore heaved a sigh. Yes, at least it was over; his nipples were no longer painfully erect. They were still quite swollen, but not to the extent that they had been just moments earlier.

“Anyway, I think it looks great,” John said.

Theodore looked up at him. “Really?” he asked, blushing.

“It’s really hot,” John muttered, his eyes doing a slow lap along the younger man’s torso.

“But the administration-” Theodore started.

“Fuck the administration.” Theodore gave a nervous laugh, but John went on. “I’m serious. If you want to grow a pair of big, bouncing tits, it’s no one’s business but yours, kid.”

John had his back. The man was a senior professor, and probably the most respected member of the university faculty. It felt good to have John on his side, looking out for him. It made Theodore feel a little bit safer, at least professionally speaking.

Theodore looked down, a bit dizzy from the sudden surge of desire coursing through him. “They’re getting so big,” he absently mumbled, lightly squeezing his breasts together. They were still sweaty, the glare of the ceiling lamp shining against them, his deep line of cleavage extenuating how round and supple they had gotten. They were just so plump, so fat. They looked close to the size of honeydews by then. Theodore was a slim guy. He had no clue how he was going to hide these things.

“Who says you have to hide them?” Theodore didn’t realize he had voiced his concerns aloud until John responded. “Or, maybe you could do to put on some weight,” John went on, still watching Theodore with a sort of idle intensity. Drinking him in. Like a predator considering his prey.

Theodore gulped.

“Kid, you’re blowing up,” John muttered wistfully. He reached out, barely ghosting the side of Theodore’s right breast, but Theodore’s breath still shuddered on his inhalation. “Fucking incredible.”

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“It’s just a little — shocking,” stammered Jay, his gaze averted. Sometimes he would look at Theodore’s breasts then quickly look away again, seeming utterly confounded.

It was kind of cute, kind of amusing, and reminded Theodore of why he had done this to himself in the first place. The attention wasn’t a bad thing.

“I mean, I just saw you like two months ago,” Jay went on.

“Yeah, well, a lot’s happened,” Theodore said with a weak smile. “You like?”

Jay finally met his eyes. Theodore could see his adam’s apple rise and fall. “Honestly, not my thing. But yeah, they look good man. Whatever makes you happy.”

It was 11 o’clock on a Friday night, the two having met up a few blocks away from one of their favorite gay nightclubs. Theodore realized it had been a while since he had seen his friend. Understandable, given how busy they both were. Theodore was buried in lesson plans and Jay had just gotten his dream job in finance.

Jay was dressed suave as always, in his silk button-down and formfitting trousers that hugged his toned ass.

Theodore had decided to be a bit more adventurous with his outfit choice. He was wearing a cropped shirt with suspenders and a pair of tight black skinny jeans. The shirt showed off his lean abdomen, while a hint of the undersides of Theodore’s breasts sometimes came into view when he was moving, but he didn’t mind it. He was honestly amazed that he could go braless, his breasts so plump and round they honestly didn’t need support outside of their own density.

Theodore nervously hooked his thumbs under his suspenders, the straps shoved to either side of his breasts. “Be honest, am I insane?”

“Oh, 100%,” Jay assured.

They both laughed, Theodore’s breasts jiggling in a way that he didn’t find unpleasant. He was getting used to their considerable weight.

“Let’s go in. I have got to see the reactions,” Jay said as he swung his arm around Theodore’s shoulders.

Theodore chuckled as they walked towards the club entrance, getting in line. It was good to hang out with his friend again. Theodore couldn’t deny that he was upset John wasn’t there, but sometimes it was good to get some air, especially in the infatuation stage of a new relationship. Besides, John had that conference upstate and he would be there all weekend. Which made it the perfect time for Theodore to revisit some of his hobbies.

“Oh shit,” the bouncer said once he saw Theodore. He pushed down his glasses to better examine the young professor.

Theodore blushed and grinned.

The bouncer let them in without even a cover charge. The place was packed. They went to the bar and Jay bought their first round of shots.

Then they were just dancing, lights flashing, scantily clad people of various genders on raised platforms throughout the venue. The music was great. Jay danced wildly, Theodore swaying and laughing between rounds of tequila.

The crowd throbbed around them. Theodore wasn’t sure how much time had passed before Jay was dancing with another man, suede grinding against leather.

Theodore laughed to himself. It was very typical. Jay was quite the catch. Theodore just danced, allowing the music to coarse through his body. It all felt amazing. He raised his arms, arching and groaning as his hard nipples pressed harder into his top, his chest pushed out and rubbing against the bodies rocking around him.

Theodore felt a pair of hands on his hips. He idly leaned back into the connection, closing his eyes and dancing against the man behind him.

“My oh my,” said a husky voice in his ear. “Quite some tatas you have.”

“Thanks,” Theodore breathed as he moved in a sensual rhythm with the stranger.

“Can I feel them?” the guy asked, his hands already wandering along Theodore’s waist.

“Sure,” Theodore responded in amusement. He didn’t feel guilty. It wasn’t as though he and John were officially dating or anything.

Theodore released a sharp gasp as cool hands cupped his chest. On top of the already potent sensitivity was the arousing acknowledgment that someone new was touching him there for the first time. Even if it was just a random person, it didn’t really matter. The stranger’s intrigue, interest, and acceptance of Theodore’s abnormality really turned Theodore on. And he could feel the stranger getting turned on as well.

“They feel so real,” the stranger said, squeezing gently, causing Theodore to grunt and arch his throat. “Your surgeon is an artist.”

Theodore didn’t bother to correct him. “Thanks,” he rasped, his flesh feeling hot, nipples stinging and starting to tingle.

He tore himself out of the stranger’s arms.

“Hey,” the guy protested.

But Theodore was pushing his way through the crowd, stumbling toward the bathroom. His body didn’t feel right at all. Something was tense and growing, filling him up.

The bathroom was thankfully vacant. Theodore pushed his way inside and locked the door shut behind him. He groaned as he gripped the edge of the sink, his face red as he breathed heavily. He could see his chest rising up and down through the mirror, Theodore grunting and struggling to endure the incredible pressure, as his breasts tightened and shuddered.

“Errgghhh…” He was growing. His flesh was growing fuller and heavier, pushing out in subtle but definitive pulses. His skin tingled and strained, tears forming in his eyes as he tried to figure out what was happening to him. He whimpered and slumped against the sink, gasping for breath, more of his flesh pushing out beneath his crop shirt than before.

-

“What the hell, man,” Jay said an hour later when they were standing outside, waiting for their rides.

The guy Jay had met was standing close against him, arm wrapped around Jay’s waist, as he too stared at Theodore’s chest.

“It’s nothing,” Theodore said, all flustered and jittery, trying to brush it off. Trying to make it look like it wasn’t as big a deal as it was.

“Dude, you — are you fucking with me or something? You weren’t that big when we got here. Like, how is this even —what the fuck, man?”

Theodore was wearing a strained smile. “Sometimes I get a little…bloated, like swollen I guess. It’s totally normal, just well, they’re still really new.” He tried to explain things he didn’t understand himself.

“Swelling, like, from surgery? As a side effect?”

Theodore was feebly tugging at the bottom of his crop top, trying to keep it from riding up too high and exposing his puffy pink areolas. “S-something like that,” he said, his body feeling awkward and even a little unbalanced with the increasing weight on his chest.

“Dude…those things are huge,” Jay said, his filters dismantled in his drunken state. He was openly gawking at Theodore’s chest.

Jay’s new friend laughed. “Go hard or go home I guess!”

“Y-yeah,” Theodore said, mortified.

A car pulled up to the curb. Theodore checked his phone, but it wasn’t the one he had ordered. “I think that’s you,” he said, rather grateful. He just needed a moment to gather his composure.

“You gonna be all right, Theo?” Jay asked him, slurring a little.

“I’m set. My ride is a minute away.” Theodore waved his phone reassuringly.

“Call me when you get home,” Jay said, as his new friend pulled him towards the car, both of them falling into giggles.

Theodore breathed a sigh of the relief once the car sped away. Then he looked at himself and swallowed hard.

-

Theodore didn’t have any more growth spurts for the rest of the weekend. On Monday he bundled up for his faculty meeting, wearing a thick jacket, scarf, the works. He pretended not to notice the stares from his colleagues as he tried to listen attentively to the meeting, extremely conscious of John, who was seated just two chairs down. Theodore wondered if John had noticed his growth spurt. That was unlikely, with all the layers Theodore was wearing. For some reason, Theodore wanted to show him. He wanted John to see them, touch them, then marvel and lick his lips.

With his attention divided between the weekend’s events, John, the meeting, and his own sweltering body, it came as no surprise when Theodore spilled ice cold water all over himself.

The fluid penetrated his jacket and felt nearly electrifying once it contacted Theodore’s heated skin, his nerves shooting off in so much pleasure he lost his breath.

Professor Stone paused mid-sentence. “Everything okay there, Theodore?”

“Fine,” Theodore forced out, his nipples tingling and stinging, pulses of sensation assailing his bloated flesh. “Just gonna — c-clean up,” he managed, as he stood, clutching his jacket against him as he made his way to the bathroom.