Bad Roommate, Part 16 - Female Version

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Summary: Violet’s roommate secretly doses her with experimental drugs, causing Violet’s stomach to progressively transform into a giant breast. Violet is oblivious and horrified as to what is happening to her body. In the meantime, her roommate secretly documents the transformation. Contains: Female: belly expansion, breast expansion, belly-breast, and more.

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As usual, no member of the house staff laid eyes on Alex. It was as though they had been ordered not to, or perhaps were just in denial of Alex’s sheer existence. Nevertheless, they loaded several dishes onto the table, placing the large arrangement of food directly in front of her.

It wasn’t unusual. Milton did enjoy watching Alex eat. A couple days a week Alex stuffed herself like a pig for Milton’s sheer entertainment, but this — this was more than usual, and Alex — well, she was already stuffed as it was.

“Looks good, right?” he practically taunted, motioning to a huge bowl of gooey macaroni and cheese. It had to be a gallon of the stuff. Undoubtedly it would be loaded with butter, cheese, heavy cream, and oils. “You know what we put in this?”

Alex gulped. “My milk?” she rasped.

Milton nodded, his smile broadening. Over the past couple of weeks, he had found creative uses of the milk Alex pumped before bed.

On the table was an equally-large bowl of mashed potatoes, which looked just as buttery and thick with Alex’s creamy milk. There was also a huge portion of some kind of thick chowder, a homemade pizza, and a chocolate cream pie.

“Dig in,” said Milton.

“C-can’t,” Alex protested.

Milton reached into his pocket. When had he grabbed…? He opened the bottle of lactation supplement, pulling out a capsule, which he twisted open. He sprinkled the powdery contents over the mac & cheese. Alex whimpered.

“Eat it all.” He dumped another capsule on the potatoes, stirring it in. “The longer you wait, the worse it’ll get.”

This was twisted. And yet, with a shaking hand, Alex lifted a spoon.

She dug into the macaroni rapidly and greedily. Maybe it looked like she was putting on a show, but she honestly just wanted to get it over with. Alex ate as fast as she could, ignoring the increasing tension in her already-stuffed abdomen. Spoon after spoon of macaroni was shoved into her mouth. It was so soft, she barely had to chew.

The bowl was what someone might use to make batter for a three-layer cake. The portion was huge, and Alex hardly knew how she got through it. There was some compulsion there. Something underlying in the taste that compelled her to not stop. By the time she finished the macaroni, she was panting and sweating, leaning back in her chair and groaning pathetically as her hands lightly cradled her heaving belly.

Milton was smirking as he signaled to something off to the side. A waiter stepped forward, taking the empty bowl. Simultaneously, he slid the mashed potatoes closer to Alex, so that it was directly in front of where she sat at the head of the table.

Alex was huffing and puffing, sweat trickling down the side of her face. She let her eyelids sink as she moaned quietly. Until she felt Milton’s broad hand grip her shoulder.

“Did I say you could stop?” he said.

“Fuck you,” Alex groaned back. Nevertheless, she shifted herself to a more upright position, with some awkwardness. A whimper came up her throat at a stray stitch of tension. She cupped the side of her mound as she cursed under her breath. Then finally, she turned her attention back to the food. With a shaking hand, she lifted the spoon.

She veritably shoveled mashed potatoes into her mouth. It was so buttery, thick, greasy, and gooey. The undertones of milk were even more evident with this dish, and it was almost dizzying in its deliciousness. It was reminiscent of Violet’s in that regard. For a dazed moment, Alex marveled at what she was able to produce. How her body could make something so objectively wonderful.

God, it was just so much. The pressure was insane. “Nnnngghh…” Alex groaned, fingers ghosting over her stomach. Her navel shuddered. It just seemed implausible that someone could be packed so full.

“Don’t leak,” Milton warned.

Alex was a machine. She made quick work of the pizza, greedily shoving slices into her mouth. She just kept pushing, kept eating mechanically, filling herself more. She felt so swollen. She could swear that her belly had gone up a size, even as she ate more, now stuffing forkfuls of chocolate cream pie into her mouth as a stray tear trickled down her cheek.

And fuck, it all still tasted amazing.

Alex tore through the rest, gobbling it down, even starting to use her bare hands now. She had to get through this. Had to get it inside of her. She licked and sucked her fingers once the large pie dish was cleared. “Ohhh!” she wheezed as her belly puffed oddly. She choked out as it gave another sharp contraction.

Milton was practically salivating as he watched. “One more thing.”

That was right. The chowder. Alex had done things a bit backwards, going for dessert beforehand. She managed to reach out and grab hold of the soup pot, dragging it over, grunting as her belly pressed into the table with the motion. Still gasping for breath, she tipped the pot towards her. It was time to finish this.

Milton stared on in morbid fascination.

Alex began to drink directly from the pot, taking in food and fluid with forceful gulps. She tipped chowder directly into her mouth, not caring as some of it poured down her chin, getting on her shirt, making the coverage even worse as the material was pasted against her by moisture.

Alex drank and drank, as much as she could; even beyond that. Because she knew if she stopped, she wouldn’t be able to go on. The four breasts on her chest jiggled as her nipples ached and pushed out. Her stomach grew to be painful, flesh tingling, belly-nipple aching for release.

It was a buttery clam chowder. There were pieces of potato, corn, shrimp, and lots of thick heavy cream. Her cream. She was consuming so much of it, right back into her body. She moaned as she indulged and forced it down, feeling herself get fuller by the moment.

When Alex finished, she could hardly breathe. It was over. She had eaten all the food.

Her belly was pressing hard into the table now. She groaned as she clumsily tried to shove the chair back, feet scuffing against the floor. She was sweat-drenched, flushed, and overheated. Her belly felt as though it was throbbing, and it looked considerably larger than it had before her meal had started.

Alex leaned back in her chair, moaning quietly between her struggles to catch her breath. She had done what she’d been told. She just needed Milton to milk her.

“Get up,” he said.

The prospect was laughable. Alex was just so tight. But Milton loved pushing her, and the man wasn’t letting up. He looked down at Alex with that sternness and entitlement he had been born and raised with. Guys like Milton typically got what they wanted. Alex knew as much.

So against her better judgment, Alex braced her hands on the arms of the chair, even as her belly shuddered and strained. She gave a strangled cry as she forced herself to her feet, her abdomen feeling as though it might burst from the pressure. She gripped the table with one hand, her face contorted in strain.

“Fuck!” she cried out between her gasps for breath. She didn’t look up, yet she could feel Milton’s rapt gaze on her body. “Please,” Alex whined, the four breasts on her chest wiggling with her rapid breaths. “Aahhhh!” Her belly seemed to tighten a notch, aching with pressure, skin stinging from the force of the contents within.

Her belly was pushing entirely out under her shirt now. It was the firmest she had ever seen it. “C-can’t—I can’t…” she choked as she cupped the swell. God, she looked pregnant. She looked at term with a baby. “Just do it already!” she demanded frantically.

And finally, blessedly, Milton came closer. He placed his hands on either side of Alex as he looked down at her abdomen, appraising the round, smooth, jutting swell. Flushed pink and sweaty, navel impossibly huge, and even shuddering. Just pulsing to release the surplus of milk that lay within.

“Just one last thing,” said Milton. He raised a hand expectantly, not even looking as a servant promptly arrived with something and it was a — a canister of whipped cream?

Then Milton waved vaguely, and all the servants marching out of the room in a single file. They closed the door behind them, leaving the two of them alone.

It honestly didn’t make a difference whether the servants were there or not. Alex was just that desperate. Her mouth went dry as Milton carelessly tore the cap off the canister and started — just started spraying fluffy mounds of whipped cream on Alex’s navel, around her belly-nipple, completely covering it.

She moaned quietly, almost dizzy from the anticipation, feverish from the heat saturating her overstuffed body.

And then finally…

Finally…

Milton knelt down, hands cupping either side of Alex’s belly. He nosed at Alex’s big belly-nipple, not seeming to care as whipped cream got all over his face. And just the contact —christ —

“Nrrgghhhh!” Alex groaned as her belly tightened, pushing forward, pushing harder into Milton’s face. He jumped back in surprise, staring as Alex struggled to bear her body tightening, getting fuller and heavier as it produced milk faster than she could expel it. She was filling up. Beyond capacity. She was making so much of it. She should have — should have —! “Errrghhhhhh!” Alex arched as her belly shuddered forward. All four of her chest-nipples were squirting, but her belly would not relinquish its burden. Maybe it was an unconscious thing. She was trained to hold everything. Not waste a drop. Wait for Milton. Emptying her was Milton’s job.

Milton crawled forward, his face an image of depraved excitement. “God you're hot, this is so fucking hot,” he rambled as he lightly bit down on the swollen, aching nub.

A flood of milk splashed right into his face. He leaned in, wrapping her mouth around the nipple, pressing his lips flush against Alex’s skin, and it was the most wonderful thing Alex had ever felt.

She gripped his shoulders if just to keep herself from falling over. “You’re so good,” she mumbled deliriously as the pressure got to be a little less unbearable. “You’re so, so fucking good.”

But then Milton pulled off. Alex opened eyes she hadn’t realized had fallen shut. Her heart sank as he climbed to his feet to face her. He had hardly taken the edge off the pressure, and Alex was still severely engorged.

“Relax,” he said, at seeing Alex’s fallen expression. “We’ll get to that. And more. Let’s have some fun with it.”

“Let’s have fun after you suck me,” she protested, as she indicated her huge belly.

“Sweetheart, we both know the sex is better when you’re packed.”

Alex gulped. He wasn’t lying. Maybe it was the heat, the tension, or the pressure on her reproductive organs, but she had her best orgasms when she was fully engorged.

She looked down at herself. This was just too extreme. “J-just drink a little,” she pleaded, because she felt like she was about to pop.

“I did,” Milton countered, as he gently turned her around to face the table again. He reached around to undo the waistband of her shorts. Then his hands cupped her under-belly.

Alex yelped as his chest pressed harder into her back, causing her belly-breast to jam into the edge of the table. They hooked up routinely here, but things seemed to have gotten trickier since Alex’s latest bout of growth. “Fuck,” Alex groaned, shoving Milton back.

Alex stood there gasping, squirming, rubbing her belly gently, cheeks red and gut stinging. And somehow she was even moreturned on than she had been before. “Let’s just go to the bedroom.”

“Fair,” he agreed.

In only moments, Alex was gripping the headboard, her five breasts jiggling with each of his thrusts. Her nipples would squirt each time, making a mess. But Alex wasn’t feeling much relief. She couldn’t detect the pressure in her belly-breast decreasing, at least not noticeably. She needed to be drained. But fuck this felt good, the tightness adding to the cumulating tension. Suddenly Milton pushed her down, shoving her to all fours. Alex noticed that her belly was so big that it pressed against the mattress in this position. She shivered, then she lost it, crying out as she orgasmed and all her nipples started spraying again. Milton wasn’t far behind, Alex arching and groaning as she ceded to the overlapping waves of pleasure vibrating through her body. She felt her belly pulse and tighten — get so tight it was painful, shoving and shivering as Alex struggled to bare it.

Then it was over. Alex must have passed out.

When she came to, she felt awful, cradled there in Milton’s arms. “God,” she choked out. She grunted as her belly shuddered. “I’m getting huge.”

“You passed huge two weeks ago,” returned Milton’s smug, sleepy voice. He opened his eyes and joined Alex in marveling at the swell.

“Fuck off,” said Alex dazedly, squirming to move, but he just held her more securely. “Oh god,” Alex breathed, sinking back against his chest. “Oh god.” She had to get up. Had to pump. Yet all she did was stare at the huge orb, completely horrified. Things had rapidly gotten extreme.

“I like you huge,” Milton muttered against her nape, pulling her fully into his lap. “I like watching you grow. God, you’re so big now.”

“Fuck, Milton,” Alex whimpered.

“Look at you,” he was wistfully. “Just look at you. Fucking incredible.” His hands began to massage Alex’s tight belly.

Alex arched, groaned, and grew.

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