Heffer III (Patreon)

Note: This is a story-prompt for Ioew.

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Paige was a mess.

She claimed illness over the next few weeks, missing most of her classes. She convinced her professors to allow her to submit her assignments online.

But her history presentation was not something that she could do remotely.

Paige put on the largest, frumpiest, most amorphous sweat dress she could find, and went to class to do her presentation, bulges and all.

Of course, the clarity of said bulges was mitigated somewhat by the large variety of shapewear she was wearing under the dress, though she still looked bizarrely lumpy.

So on top of heavy, exhausted, stressed, and flustered, Paige felt as though she was being strangled by her shapewear. She took gasping breaths after ever sentence of her presentation.

“And that is why Ukraine decided to…mmmghhh…” she trembled slightly.

She couldn’t believe how large she had gotten.

Neither could her classmates, based on the way they were staring at her.

Her belly was a large, round, beach ball of a mound before her, and she could hardly seem to balance it anymore, not without sweating, gasping, and waddling heavily as she arched and strained to keep herself upright.

Her udder was at least the size of a basketball, oddly bloated, uncomfortably so, where it was presently compressed with two pairs of spanks that left her squirming in pain as the mound was hugged against her body.

Her breasts were massive and bloated, the size of four honeydews on her chest. The lower pair had grown rapidly to catch up with the upper pair. Now all four bobbed on her chest, the lower pair squished down by a variety of too-small bras, the upper pair left to bounce free in her dress, to overhang and distract from the lower pair. It was all so uncomfortable. And her nipples had grown unusually large against her puffing up areola, first to the size of grapes, then slowly distending. All four were at least an inch and a half by then. It was starting to look as though they were becoming more teats, to her distress.

It was all too much for Paige. She lived in a state of constant denial, cramming her face with fattening foods in lieu of trying to deal with her ever-changing body. In consequence, her thighs had softened, her face had gotten rounder, and her backside had plumped up a good deal. But it was of little notice next to her massive midsection, almost ludicrously large, already having outgrown her flanks. Shapewear or no, she looked as though she was about to pop out sextuplets.

Her classmates ogled her as she struggled through her presentation. Her professor looked extremely concerned. At this point, everyone seemed to thinks he was pregnant and severely out of shape. That was preferable to what she really was. She just needed to maintain her secret.

“And then in the nineteen-sixties—mmm…” she groaned again, as her belly was assaulted with a familiar surge of tightness. Her insides squirmed. ‘E-excuse mm-me,” she managed, clutching her mass, and made a panicked waddle for the door. The hosiery dug painfully into her flesh.

Paige wobbled to the bathroom, feeling a combination of fear, discomfort, and arousal. Her loins were hot, and already seeping down the insides of her thighs. Her head was aching badly, especially at two particular points at the top.

Sam made it into the bathroom and locked the door, leaning her hands on the sink and breathing deeply. When she had the energy, she tried to struggle out of her hosiery. “Mmmmm…” She was growing. She could feel it. Her belly was tightening, advancing, rolling forward. Her breasts and udders tensed as they bloated, almost painful. Her sweater dress slid steadily upwards as she grew and struggled for freedom from the death-trap she called shapewear. “Mmmooo!” Paige cried in alarm as she felt a sharp pain at two points at the top of her head. She raised her gaze to the mirror, to her own eyes, which seemed larger and browner than ever. Slowly, her gaze shifted, and she realized what had happened to her.

There, from her hair, wiggled two cow-ears, protruding from atop her head.