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Summary: Rachel has a remote control that can influence the body of Lisa, a high school bully. She can add babies to Lisa's womb, change Lisa's breast-size and their contents, completely alter the weight and shape of Lisa's body, among other, stranger, things.. Contains: Female: belly expansion, breast expansion, and more.

Previous Chapter 

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As Rachel was fleeing campus, arms folded over her now-huge breasts, she nearly fell backwards as a car abruptly pulled up to the curb beside her, tires squealing against the pavement.

“Wh-what?” Rachel stammered, futilely tugging at her top that had been turned into little more than a belly-shirt, and now could barely pull down over her chest, at least not without the aid of her fumbling fingers.

The drivers’ window rolled down, revealing none other than Lisa. “Get in,” the cheerleader deadpanned.

Feeling helpless, Rachel scurried around the vehicle to the passenger side door and climbed inside. She slumped in the seat, hunching as she continued to cover her breasts. She felt them vibrate as the vehicle started moving, her lips twisting at the unexpected sensation of them wobbling against her. God, these things were huge.

“Call your parents.”

Rachel blinked out of her reverie. She looked at Lisa, whose eyes remained on the road.

“Tell them you’re staying with me for a few days.”

“I a-am?” Rachel stammered.

“Do it.”

Rachel pulled out her phone with clammy hands. She did as told, even putting the call on speaker so Lisa could corroborate the story. Her parents were puzzled, but accepting. Especially when Rachel emphasized on how much better she was doing, mentally, in the company of her “good friend.” Rachel surprised even herself with how well she lied to her parents. It wasn’t as though she made a habit of it.

After Rachel hung up the phone, the car was silent, and Rachel was left to gaze into the unfamiliar neighborhood Lisa was now driving them through. “What are you going to do to me?” she asked after a while.

Lisa just smiled.

-

Lisa’s house was huge. Well, it was the biggest one Rachel had ever been to. It looked like a life-size version of the doll dreamhouse Rachel had always wanted as a child. It was practically a mansion or something. Rachel wasn’t really an expert of such things.

“My parents are in France for work,” Lisa said as she strolled inside, Rachel shuffling after her, while still awkwardly clutching at her chest. “Won’t be back for a couple weeks.”

Rachel gulped. She wondered if Lisa was going to continue to punish her. If so, then maybe Lisa would get this revenge streak out of her system, and things could go back to normal thereafter. Rachel just hoped it didn’t last more than another day or so.

“Relax,” Lisa invited. The two had emerged into a large but cozy living room. The large L-shaped sectional was soft and squishy as Rachel gingerly sat down. Lisa sprawled herself across the chaise lounge and was now stroking the remote in her hand.

Rachel hated the guesswork as Lisa pressed a button while smiling at her. Rachel looked down, trying to take inventory of her body and figure out what was being changed this time. She couldn’t feel anything.

Hair brushed against the side of her cheek. This would not have been unusual were it not for the fact that Rachel’s hair was cropped short, only going down to her ears.

Rachel brought her hands to her head, finally realizing what was happening to her. Her hair was growing, slithering down her throat, to her shoulders, then down her arms and past her shoulder blades. The tendrils were steadily creeping down to flow around Rachel’s face. Rachel had never liked wearing her hair long, as she did not enjoy the sensation of it on the back of her neck. It finally stopped growing when it reached her elbows.

“Your hair grows like that?” Lisa said incredulously. “And you wear it in that gross little bowl cut? Are you nuts, phlegm?”

Rachel’s eyes shot down, her long wavy hair flowing around her. She had intended to gaze at her lap, but instead found herself staring at her breasts as they heaved gently with her heavy breathing. This whole situation was just insane.

“I like the color, but maybe could use a little more texture…” Lisa mused aloud.

Rachel’s strawberry blonde hair subtly darkened in shade, becoming a more nuanced dirty blonde. Rachel bit her bottom lip as she stared down at the locks.

“Better,” said Lisa in satisfaction.

Rachel drew in a long breath.

“You’re always walking around so awkward and mousy. Look at you now.” Lisa reached over, slapping Rachel’s bucket hat off her head. Rachel flinched but did not react.

Her pig ears twitched.

“You actually look good, for once.”

Rachel was startled by the compliment. She threw the briefest glance up at Lisa, to find the other girl practically leering.

“Let’s tweak your temperature a little,” said Lisa.

Rachel’s skin warmed. She could feel herself getting flushed and dewy.

“I hope you have an appetite.”

Rachel’s stomach was still bloated from her binge the night before, abdomen rounded and uncomfortable. She gave Lisa a look of disbelief.

Lisa pressed a button on the remote. “Hungry now?” She pressed again.

Rachel was. It wasn’t as intense as it had been before, but her stomach growled and she suddenly did want to eat. “You can’t just do this,” Rachel protested.

“You’re the perfect little doll. I can adjust you how ever I want.”

“I’m a person,” Rachel insisted.

Lisa’s smile grew cold. “Yes, I think we should do an early dinner.”

As Rachel followed Lisa into the dining room, it was the first time Rachel noticed the presence of staff. Servants? They kept a low profile, only seeming to appear when they were necessary. Almost as soon as Lisa sat down at the head of the dining room table, two servants descended with pitchers of juice and water, one of them pouring Lisa a glass.

“What’s on the menu for tonight?” Lisa asked one is Rachel miserably sunk down into the seat adjacent to her.

“Pheasant, Miss Walker,” the servant responded quietly.

“Oh, that’s right,” Lisa said. “As you can see, I have a guest tonight. And she’s reallyhungry. I’d like you to give her a double-serving. Actually, triple it. She’s practically starved.”

The servants nodded and left the room. It took only moments before they returned with the food, setting down a plate each for Lisa and Rachel. As expected, Rachel’s plate was considerably fuller, piled with three portions of meat, three portions of potatoes, and three portions of vegetables. Fuck, was all Rachel could think.

She dug in. She couldn’t fight the urge to eat, but was at least able to feed herself with a little more dignity than before, cutting into the meat with her knife, eating it piece by piece rather than trying to gobble down the whole thing.

It was actually really good. The potatoes were thick and buttery. The pheasant was bursting with flavor. And Rachel wasn’t even certain what pheasant was.

Rachel worked her way through the food in no time, before closing her eyes to savor her last bite. Though she felt uncomfortably full, she couldn’t deny the enjoyment of eating. It took only seconds before she realized that she was still hungry, not to a violent degree, but in an anxious, niggling way, her mind pestering her to continue eating even as her belly ached in protest.

Lisa was again perusing Rachel while looking generally entertained. “I have to say, some of these settings are intriguing. For example, this LITTER option.”

Rachel’s heart raced. Oh no…

“What? You didn’t think I would notice it? Or, you didn’t think I would dare?” Lisa’s lips twisted with malice.

Rachel gulped. She had to get the situation under some semblance of control. “L-Lisa—”

The door to the kitchen opened and one of the servants came out, walking up to Lisa and leaning down to her ear. He whispered something that caused Lisa to nod and sigh.

“Feeding time,” Lisa said as she crudely cupped one of her honeydew-sized breasts, and Rachel could see that her nipples were again seeping into her top. Leaning her hands on the edge of the table, Lisa stood. “Phlegm, when I’m done, you get to experience the joys of motherhood too,” she snarked as she walked off, exiting towards the living room.

The servant who was still present began to clear the dishes off the table. Rachel sat fidgeting in her seat, her eyes darting about. Then, she couldn’t stop herself. She lifted her pointer finger up to get the servant’s attention. “Um, can I…can I have more?”

-

The staff set her up with some snacks. Rachel walked into the living room clutching a bowl filled with little balls of mozzarella cheese. She popped them into her mouth one after the next, munching away as she continued to browse around the sumptuous house.

It was only when she finished the cheese that her anxiety made a forceful comeback. With no more food to chew, she now bit her nails. I should leave, she thought. But if she did, it would only make things worse. Rachel knew her only solution at that point was getting the remote back. But there was just no way Lisa was going to let it out of her sight.

Rachel felt ready to crumble under her mounting unease when a servant came by offering her more delectable morsels of food. This time they were fancy little sandwiches, each packed with a different filling. As the servant retreated, Rachel compulsively started to shovel sandwiches into her mouth. She heard footsteps approaching, then Lisa was back.

At the sight of Rachel, Lisa rolled her eyes. She pressed some buttons on the remote, and suddenly Rachel’s hunger was gone. Her arms went slack, the tray of sandwiches clattering to the ground.

“Manners,” Lisa chastised with a disgusted look. A servant hurried in and immediately began to clean the spilled food as Lisa just sighed and appraised Rachel, looking the meeker girl up and down.

“Damn phlegm, your tits are almost as big as mine. I’m liking the maternal look on you.”

Then Lisa went to town on the remote, with the servant right there, who was dutifully trying to ignore them as he cleaned. Rachel felt varying sensations litter her body. Pressure, heat, numbness, aches, and tremors all littering different parts of her flesh. She was changing all over, Lisa still rapidly pressing buttons.

Rachel’s thighs thickened. She felt her backside pushing out behind her, growing bigger and rounder. Her hips widened and her whole body softened as it grew more curvaceous; more voluptuous. “P-please…” she tried to plead, contorting her face as her breasts tightened and her nipples started to sting. She had gone from a skinny eighteen-year-old teen to this full, womanly figure. And her breasts were only getting tighter, hotter, and more pressurized. Finally, they popped entirely out unfrt her excessively-strained shirt. She found herself panting and cupping at the tender flesh. “Oh god, oh god…” Then they started to leak. Her swollen nipples were now dripping milk. She started down at herself in horror, stunned that she was actually lactating.

“Ready phlegm?”

Rachel knew what Lisa was suggesting. Lisa was getting ready to take the next step. Complete the transformation. Impregnate Rachel.

“No, don’t, no, no, no…”

But Lisa ignored Rachel’s protests. She pointed the remote straight at Rachel, and lifted her thumb, hovering over a button, and then —

Lisa stopped. She lowered the remote, a strange look on her face. “Not yet.”

Rachel was so relieved, she could have cried. “Thank you,” she stammered. She could hardly handle even the concept of pregnancy. Her, becoming a mother? That felt like a nightmare. Pregnancy? As a teenager? As a virgin, in high school? And then dealing with a baby? The combined pain, responsibility, and humiliation was unimaginable.

Rachel suddenly felt pricks of sensation at the top of her head, near the pig ears protruding there. Something was…emerging? Pushing out of her skull, with uncomfortable tension and just a hint of pain. It reminded her of getting a cavity filled while the area was numbed by local anesthetic. She gingerly reached out with her shaking hands, sliding her fingers through her hair, to eventually make contact with the ears, but then something odd— two some things — now pushing out, hard and smooth. She had developed…horns. “Oh god,” she whispered. It was another of those weird animal transformations.

Rachel gave a shuddering gasp as the pressure shifted, now accompanied by heat, as it surged that her pubic region. Her hands flew down to that area, where she found the flesh swelling, getting softer and plumper. “What are you…” she trailed into a groan, twisting her thighs as her eyes squeezed shut and flesh grew against her palms, swelling into a fatty bulge of flesh that was only getting larger as it strained the waistband of her leggings, beginning to emerge like dough rising, close to spilling free.

It was sensitive. Her body trembled. Rachel finally managed to open her eyes and look down, staring in absolute shock at the absurdity of what she had developed there.

It looked like…like an udder. Like, a cow udder. Attached to her, below her navel, at her pubic region, the top part protruding out of her pants. Rachel’s chest heaved as she gasped for breath. She felt dizzy. Her eyes began to flutter.

“Don’t pass out,” Lisa warned snidely. “I’m not done with you yet, phlegm.”

But Rachel was too far gone. Her eyes rolled upwards, and the world went black.