Bad Roommate, Part 15 - 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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Milton was constantly touching and fondling the swell. He was obsessed and delighted. He loved Alex’s belly-breast. There was seldom a moment when they were together that Milton wasn’t making contact with it.

“Let me suck it,” Milton would say when they were sprawled in bed, Alex lying back, breathing thinly. “Lemme suck it and made it big.”

And Alex usually did because it felt fucking amazingto be consumed in such a way. There was an overabundance of eroticism and pleasure saturating her body. Often it even felt great to carry the burden of a milk-full belly, the weight of it filling her, the heat and pressure radiating in pulses of sensation.

Alex was nervous to return to the club, but Milton was encouraging. He loved showing Alex off. He wanted Alex to flaunt her bizarre affliction.

People certainly raised their eyebrows when Alex walked in with a tight dress and a swollen belly, her huge belly-nipple sticking out against the very-thin material of the garment. Her four upper breasts were round, fat EE-cups with nipples the size of marbles, and they weren’t even erect. Her cleavage was generous and sweaty in the deep V-neckline, boobs bobbing with her stride. She knew she looked outrageous. People did double-takes and stared. Some looked utterly confounded while others just grinned. They would have thought this was all some gimmick if they hadn’t already seen what Alex’s body could do.

Milton’s arm was wrapped around Alex, his hand resting on her belly the way a doting husband might cup his pregnant wife’s baby-bump. It was a little embarrassing. Alex managed to pull away as Milton was drawn into a conversation with an older guy named Victor.

“Alex!” Conrad greeted her. “You…changed a bit,” he added with a wry grin, his eyes flickering to Milton, then down to Alex’s stomach again.

“Yeah, I…thought I’d try something new,” said Alex with a nervous smile of her own. “Does it look alright?” She cupped the sides of her belly, lifting it slightly. She probably looked as though she was seven months pregnant.

“Of course, of course. You are full of surprises, my friend.”

Alex’s smile broadened. As embarrassed as she was, this was kind of entertaining, if just for the shock value. It was fun to see peoples’ reactions.

Instead of trying to wedge herself on the couch of the booth, Alex took a chair on the exterior of the table, which just seemed easier. Milton sat close beside her, slinging his arm around the back of Alex’s seat.

“She is something else,” Milton remarked to a smirking Gregory who was seated across from them.

“She certainly is.” Gregory leered.

“So are you,” Alex countered Milton playfully. Then she casually leaned forward to rest her elbows on the table, but also shelve her two pairs of upper-breasts on the tabletop. They bulged obscenely from her low-cut dress causing Gregory to become entranced by Alex’s sweaty cleavage.

As always, Milton was amused by the antics. His broad, calloused hand rubbed circles on Alex’s belly-breast under the table.

“Getting full?” Milton murmured, lips brushing her ear.

“Getting there,” Alex softly responded, her cheeks flushed as she felt her body incrementally tightening up, her belly and four breasts steadily getting fuller and warmer in a weirdly appealing yet nerve-racking way.

“God, you’re a machine. Can’t wait to get you home,” Milton whispered even though they had only just gotten there. Despite that the two were talking softly, several of the people around the table were throwing glances, discreetly watching. Alex was a spectacle.

“Why wait?” Alex joked with a huff of a laugh.

Milton’s arm that was wrapped around Alex reached up, his hand squeezing her lower left breast. Alex groaned, her cheeks flaming. It wasn’t often that Milton groped her publicly. As embarrassing as it was, it was also fucking hot.

“Good point,” Milton growled in her ear, and suddenly he was leaning down, tugging at the top of Alex’s dress. Just before Alex’s upper left nipple could be fully exposed, Milton leaned down, blocking it from view as he took the nub between his lips, and sucked.

Alex gasped.

Her mind went blank. What were they doing? Milton was suckling her publicly? What the fuck?

And yet it felt so good and so hot. This was crazy. It was — inappropriate!It was mortifying but it was still fucking amazing. Alex could feel everyone in the room staring, having dropped their independent conversations to goggle what Milton was doing.

Alex cupped the back of Milton’s head in a daze. “Oh god,” she murmured, fingers twisting through his hair.

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It was several days later. Alex was flushed and sweaty, but still stubbornly playing a video game as she tried to focus on the 75-inch TV screen and not the varying degrees of discomfort littering her body.

At the sight of a Woodland Orc, Alex leaned forward for a better look, but then yelped and jerked back at the discomfort of unintentionally leaning pressure on her gut.

And what a gut that was.

Alex lightly rubbed the side of the swell. Evenings were just awful these days. She groaned, lowering the controller, unable to take anymore. She pulled off her headset to cut off the expletives of her teammates voicing their displeasure of her abrupt game inactivity.

Alex panted as she leaned back on the couch, closing her eyes, arching her sore back a little. It seemed to be getting worse every day. This level of engorgement was becoming too uncomfortable, beyond what had been pleasurable pulses. Now she was just tight. She wished that Milton would let her pump during the day. But, of course, that wasn’t part of the arrangement. He wanted Alex to wait.

Alex lifted her eyelids when she heard the front door opening. She looked up in relief, chest heaving. Milton was already undoing his tie as he walked in.

Alex quickly grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. “Took you long enough,” she said breathily.

“Long day,” Milton muttered back. “You know the end of the quarter is always busy.” He shrugged off his blazer and dumped it on the back of a chair. The maid would pick it up later.

“Take your time,” Alex hissed sarcastically.

“Mmmm,” Milton hummed as he undid his watch, still not paying much attention to Alex.

Yet the mere sight of him was sending Alex’s body into overdrive. The anticipation. Alex could feel the heat intensifying, the pressure increasing. Her face scrunched as she tried to hold it together as her five mounds heaved and her belly-nipple ached for release. She moved her hand towards the nipple, but stopped herself, not daring to touch it. It puffed out against her shirt, getting even more erect and distended; just hugely swollen. As Alex grunted, Milton finally glanced her way, wearing a faint smirk. He knew what he was doing to her.

“Get over here, you dick,” Alex gasped out. “I’ve got…your snack,” she managed, cupping the side of her mound, frankly desperate. She was just so engorged, so swollen and heavy everywhere. Her four chest-boobs were huge, and she swore, her belly made her look as though she was eight months pregnant by then.

Milton stepped forward, eyes dark with greed as he licked his lips. But just before he could close their distance, there was a buzzing noise, and he paused. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone.

“Milton!” Alex protested.

But he was already answering the call. “Yeah?” he said as he continued towards the couch. Sitting down beside Alex, he idly regarded her. “The Johnson account?” Milton raised a brow, gaze flickering off. “Hold on.” Covering the receiver, Milton asked Alex, “How you feeling?”

“Tight,” Alex responded through gritted teeth, sweat beading on her temple.

The corner of Milton’s mouth lifted slightly, but he continued his phone conversation: “I thought we finalized the deal.” He looked at his nails, glancing over the subtle manicure, then away again. Even as he talked business, he reached over to idly rub Alex’s swell. Alex covered her mouth against a groan, her face only growing redder.

“Then get legal on the phone. That shouldn’t have been a conflict.” Milton leaned down to nose at Alex’s mass, kissing it. He traced his tongue along the hot flesh.

Alex choked out a gasp. “C-can’t hold it,” she stammered. Milton started rubbing again, making Alex fidget and whine. The businessman was just torturing her at that point.

“Yes Smith, everything’s fine,” Milton muttered. “That’s just my….cat. Yeah. Did you pull up the contract?” His cruel massage was only getting rougher and firmer. The conflict of pain and pleasure left Alex seeing stars. “There should be a clause just for this sort of situation.”

Alex felt delirious. “G-gonna make a mess,” she grunted, struggling against the building heat and pressure. Her body arched.

“Wait.”

Alex opened her eyes to see that Milton was talking to her this time, his pointer finger raised, phone still to his ear. “Just wait. Don’t you dare waste a drop.” He said it so coldly, Alex felt like one of his employees. “Just let me finish this call.” Then he got up and walked off, just like that.

No way. Just no fucking way. Un-fucking-believable. The – the audacity! Alex’s indignation only compounded things, making her body feel hotter, making her feel ready to explode. They had a deal. An — arrangement. How could he just —

Alex braced her hand on the back of the couch and forced herself up to her feet. “Nrrgghhhh! Ohhhhhh…” She’d never been this tight before. She hunched, cupping her swell as her eyes stung with unshed tears, upper breasts practically bouncing with her gasping breaths. Oh god, this was awkward. This just felt so off. She waddled to the wall, holding it with one hand, as her other hand continued to carefully cradle the underside of her belly. She couldn’t believe how packedshe was.

Somehow she made her way to Milton’s office, practically staggering by then. Every step made her feel like her belly-nipple would burst right off. “Seriously!?” She forced out once she got through the open doorway.

Milton was behind his desk, feet up, still immersed in his phone conversation.

Alex leaned back on the wall, groaning as she waited.

She was wearing just a T-shirt and some shorts that were pushed low by the swell. Most of her abdomen was protruding out, belly-nipple nearly exposed by the drifting hem of the strained top. Another shift, then the nipple was visible, protruding freely, as though Alex was swelling by the moment, the shirt feeling like it was shrinking.

Milton had stopped letting Alex get new clothes a couple weeks ago, the exception being club attire. Alex was forced to walk around the house bulging and protruding out of everything in her closet, her tops reduced to belly-shirts, all her skirts and pants shoved low on her hips. Dresses just weren’t practical or appropriate by how high they rode up. Milton seemed to truly enjoy watching her outgrowthings.

“I’m just —” Alex gasped out. “—gonna pump.”

Milton threw her a severe look and Alex knew it was a command: Don’t.

Alex was huffing and puffing, her groin tingling. She whimpered at a sudden ache of tightness. The pressure was incredible. She couldn’t believe she was holding all this milk in.

But she had been trained into this state. Waiting for Milton every day was almost like training her body. Every day Alex got better at keeping the milk contained. That, and…it was thicker lately. That probably contributed to…to her endurance these days. Alex moaned quietly.

“Just email me the paperwork,” Milton was saying. “And let me know what Feldman stays.” And then blessedly, miraculously, he put down the phone. He lowered his feet, interlocking his fingers on his desk as he finally gave Alex his attention.

Alex drew in a ragged breath, so relieved she thought she could cry.

“We might as well wait till after dinner,” Milton said.

What?

WHAT!?

“I think I’d like you for dessert.”

“No,” Alex blurted. “No. Milton. Fuck, j-just suck me.” Her voice cracked.

But Milton was enjoying this. It was just a game to him. He pleasured in the sight of Alex panting, straining, and ready to pop. He got up and went to the door.

When Alex didn’t take the cue to follow, Milton grabbed hold of her arm. Alex groaned as she was pulled along to the dining room, her free hand cradling her over-packed belly as she stumbled. She yelped as she was pushed into a chair. “Fuck!” she cried, red and sweaty. “Oh fuck.” She cupped her abdomen, eyes tearing as she struggled to catch her breath.

Standing behind the chair, Milton started to push it in so Alex was closer to the table. When Alex’s belly shoved into the table edge, an animalistic squeal burst up her throat.

“Oh, sorry.” Milton pulled the chair back a little.

Alex fumbled, gasping, unable to speak. She tried to scramble away but Milton held her shoulders firmly.

“Easy there,” he said.

Tingles of sensation bloomed on her body. Alex’s eyelids sank as she felt her shirt dampen. She hummed at the tiny bit of relief this afforded, as her four chest-breasts leaked gently.

Yet her belly-breast was still stubbornly containing its burden even though Alex wasn’t consciously trying to hold it in anymore.

Milton chuckled at the display. “I hope you’re hungry.” He motioned at something at the kitchen door. In response, several members of the house staff marched into the room, each of them balancing a large platter of food.

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