The Study II (Patreon)

Note: This is a story-prompt for Heathen.

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Nora jolted awake. She was astonished to see that three hours had passed since she had started listening to the recording.

She quickly ripped the headphones out of her ears, pushing herself into an upright position.

Her body felt hot and tingly. Her thighs quavered when she stood up from the recliner, and she had to lean on the wall to avoid losing her balance. Nora breathed heavily, feeling a light sheen of sweat coating her body. She just felt so hot and flustered. She ran her hands along her torso, cupping her chest, but just the contact made her take a shuddering breath. She couldn’t believe how sensitive they were, her nipples swollen and aching, more distended than she had even thought was possible.

And somehow the heat was building. Filling her breasts until they felt to be pulsing. Nora grimaced as she felt her bra cups pinching into the tender mounds, as though she had outgrown it somehow.

A pounding on her front door pulled Nora out of her reverie.

Still feeling jittery, she stumbled over. When she opened it, she was encountered by two burly men in maintenance uniforms.

“Just came to restock,” one of them said, helping the other to carry a large plastic bin between them.

Nora stepped aside as they walked to the fridge and began to fill it with her ample food supply for the following week.

Nora said nothing, staring at the two men in a daze, her lips parted. The tingling had started up again, now saturating her chest, as well as her hips, ass, and groin. Every breath of air she drew just didn’t feel like enough.

Now they were checking her vents, looking over some panels, adjusting her desk chair, and scribbling something down on their clipboards. Nora came out of her reverie to one of the men repeating her name.

“Oh…um…yes?” Nora managed, blushing.

The two men were peering at her. One’s face was entirely blank, but the other had a slight smirk on his lips.

“Any inventory requests?”

“Oh, just…maybe more of the protein shake, next time,” Nora managed. She has really taken a liking to the substance.

The guys nodded and left. Noah’s mind continued to spin. She felt a sense of yearning. Again, her hands cupped her chest, which felt so strangely heavy and tender at that moment.

A beeping noise rang out above her. Your girlfriends have arrived. Proceed to the patio, declared the automated voice.

“What?” Nora murmured in puzzlement.

Proceed to the patio! The voice said louder this time.

Nora still felt disoriented. She wanted to change her clothes, but the urgency of the voice was freaking her out.

THE PATIO!

Nora hurried out to the patio. She was baffled to see three of her girlfriends sitting around the table there with margaritas.

“Hey girl!” said Gina, pushing her sunglasses down to get a better look at Nora. “Got your text. I’m surprised you invited us over.”

“So am I,” said Nora in confusion. Text?

“We knew you were still upset about that last competition…” intoned Sarah.

Nora slowly sat down in the spare seat at the table.

154 pounds! Nora’s chair shouted.

Nora turned red. “Just a n-new scale,” she managed, as her friends stared at her.

“I hope it doesn’t do that to me!” said Sarah, fidgeting around as she looked down at her own chair in concern.

“Girl, what the hell have you been eating!?” blurted Monica, causing Gina and Sarah to burst into giggles.

“I wasn’t gonna say it!” said Gina.

“Your tits look amazing!” Monica went on. “And your ass — holy hell, you gotta refer me to your surgeon!”

Her blush only deepening, Nora awkwardly folded her arms against her chest, though this did little to hide the swollen mounds straining her shirt. “I didn’t exactly want this. And of course it’s not surgical,” she insisted.

Her friends looked doubtful.

“How’s the family?” Nora asked Sarah, trying to change the subject.

“Driving me crazy, as usual,” Sarah laughed. She pulled out her phone and started showing them pictures.

Though Sarah’s three-year-old triplets took the forefront of most of the photos, Nora found her focus on Sarah’s husband. Daniel was tall and muscular, with dark hair and a scruffy beard. Though he had always been attractive, Nora had never paid it much attention. Yet now she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

“You know my cousin still has a crush on you?” said Gina as she poured a third round of margaritas. The sun was starting to set, taking the edge off the summer heat.

“Rodney?” said Nora distractedly. She was still absorbed in Sarah’s latest family photo. “Isn’t he still in jail?”

“No, dumdum, he got out last week! And he swears he didn’t rob those banks. I think it was all just a mix-up.”

Nora flipped to the next photo, Sarah having all but relinquished her phone. Nora zoomed in on the image of Daniel in the far background of another photo with the triplets. He was just so fucking masculine, so virile. Nora started breathing hard.

A car honked. The three women looked past the fence to see a luxury SUV pulling up to the curb. Out stepped the very man Nora had been thinking of. He gave them a nod.

“There’s my ride,” Sarah laughed, standing.

Nora pulled her wavy hair out of her face, breathing heavily, practically panting like a dog. Her body felt so flustered, groin throbbing with arousal. She tried to gain control of herself, but the tension was building. She felt her breasts heave with heat, pushing harder against the tank top she was wearing. The top, in turn, strained and started to peel back. She tugged feebly at the hem, her nipples almost painfully erect as she struggled to breathe.

Her breasts throbbed in another wave of growth, Nora’s thighs shifting as she struggled not to groan. She was certain she had gone up a few cup sizes, her breasts the size of honeydews as they wobbled and threatened to tear right through her shirt.

Her nipples looked the size of coke caps by then. She didn’t know how any of this was possible.

Her friends were staring in astonishment. But all Nora was really aware of was the fact that she was sopping wet and Daniel’s eyes were pinned to her body.