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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.

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Her skirt had been knee-length, but was now rendered a miniskirt. Her huge, honeydew-sized breasts were close to tearing right through the tank top. She couldn’t believe this. Rachel waddled awkwardly down the hall, her thighs spreading by instinct to make way for the bloated, tingly udder that was rocking and swaying above her thighs. It had become huge. Probably the size of a volleyball. Rachel clutched at it the best she could, but it was heavy and was continuously slipping down. She waddled and whimpered down the halls as her schoolmates stared at her with morbid fascination.

Her breasts rocked and jiggled. She couldn’t believe how big her nipples were. Though her upper breasts served as an overhang, the coverage was getting worse. The lower breasts were growing, and emerging, starting to heave the upper ones higher. And as the collection of mounds bounced, her classmates were rewarded with glimpses. Then again, Rachel had a lot of strange bulges and curves now. She stared straight ahead, refusing to interact with anyone though many made appeals for her attention.

It wasn’t as though she could explain her predicament. Rachel walked right by the school principal as he called out her name. Thankfully, it was almost the end of the school day. She just had one more class, then she would be free of this humiliation, at least for the evening.

With her awkward duck-walk, Rachel made her way into math class. She headed straight for the back, and just before she could take her seat, she felt a familiar warm, burning sensation. A shuddering breath escaped her throat as her cheeks warmed and she felt wetness. Rachel looked down and was horrified to see patches of moisture forming in the front of the skirt. The udder was leaking. “Oh god,” she whispered.

“Everyone settle down. Take your seats,” said Mr. Kent as he walked into the classroom, lowering his briefcase to the desk.

Students were whispering, giggling, even pointing at Rachel. She had gotten used to the unwanted attention but she didn’t want Mr. Kent to take issue with her “costume” the way Mr. Brown had. She quickly sat down, wedging herself into the desk. Her huge breasts perched themselves atop the high table, whereas the udder was squished and compressed by some bars under it. A groan escaped her throat, but she quickly clamped her mouth shut, cutting herself off.

Mr. Kent threw a glance her way. Then he did a double take at seeing her. “Ms. Pilgrim, uhm…” The man looked truly baffled. “Everything all right back there?”

The class burst into giggles.

Rachel gave a flustered nod. “Yes. Fine,” she forced out.

Mr. Kent stared a moment longer before he finally managed to tear his eyes away. “Right. Well then.” He cleared his throat. “Class, today we are going to review trigonometry and see how it can be applicable to…” And so the lesson began.

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God, this thing was so tight. She could practically feel it filling and expanding. It was full of – milk. Just disgusting. She had an udder. She was a fucking cow.

By some miracle, Rachel got through the school day without bumping into her brother once. Though she was sure Eric had probably heard the rumors.

Rachel went to her locker to put her books away, but ended up slumping there, bowing her head inside of it, just wanting to hide. She took long, deep breathes as she leaned there, trying to gather some semblance of composure.

Her cell phone began to ring. Without thinking, Rachel dug her sweaty hand into her shoulder bag, fumbling until her fingers wrapped around her phone. She brought it up to her ear and snapped, “What?” without bothering to look at the caller ID.

“Rachel?”

Rachel’s breath hitched in her throat. She nearly slumped down, but managed to grab onto the top shelf of her locker for balance. “Oh,” she stammered. “H-hi mom.”

“Is everything alright?” Rachel could hear disapproval in her mother’s tone. “Your principal called. He says you’ve been walking around in some crazy costume all day. What’s going on?”

“Oh…r-right…” Rachel managed. “T-that —um — it’s for one of my classes. A social experiment. For my — my sociology class,” she said, successfully completing her lie, though it wasn’t nearly convincing. How could walking around looking like a mutant have anything to do with sociology? Rachel just hoped her mother didn’t ask herself the same thing.

“Oh…” said her mother tentatively. “Well then, you need to have your teacher communicate that to the principal. It doesn’t sound like everyone’s on the same page. I don’t want you getting in trouble. You did clear this with your teacher, didn’t you? The principal made it sound like it was a big deal. He practically implied that the costume was obscene, though I couldn’t imagine — Rachel, what are you wearing, exactly?”

“I’ve really gotta go,” Rachel blurted. “I’m heading back to Lisa’s, she—she’s waiting in the car.”

“Rachel —”

But Rachel hung up the phone, and then she turned it off for good measure.

“Ready to go?”

Rachel looked over her shoulder to see Lisa, coincidentally enough, standing behind her wearing a crooked smile. As usual, she was enjoying Rachel’s suffering.

It still baffled Rachel that Lisa always managed to look so cool and composed regardless of her shape or dress. In contrast, Rachel was a sweaty, disheveled mess. She didn’t have a fraction of the grace Lisa had carried when she was going through the same things.

Rachel nodded, just slightly. Then she clambered to orient herself, pushing herself off her locker until she was standing straight. She closed the locker door, took a deep breath, clutched the udder, and finally turned around to face Lisa.

The cheerleader’s grin widened.

The two walked down the hallway towards the student parking lot, Rachel’s breasts jiggling and her udder rocking. There was no denying that the lower breasts were visible now, peeking out, plump little balls at the undersides of her upper breasts. It was so uncomfortable. Rachel’s hands kept wanting to clutch her upper breasts to take the pressure off the lower ones, but she didn’t dare let go of the udder. It was too heavy and unwieldy, needing every bit of her clumsy support. In addition to that, it was dripping, her skirt soaked through with warm milk. It was a struggle not to slip in the mess she was making on the floor. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Rachel whispered under her breath as Lisa continued strolling ahead of her.

When they got to Lisa’s car, it took Rachel a minute to ease herself down into the passenger seat, not wanting to compress the udder with the motion. It was just so hot, tender, and uncomfortable. She could feel the milk rolling along the mound, seeping onto her legs and between her thighs. It was absolutely disgusting. She needed a bath, a towel, and probably lots of therapy.

“Please go slow,” Rachel whimpered as Lisa pulled out of her parking spot.

As if just to spite her, Lisa drove erratically. She would speed up and stop short, making Rachel pitch forward and groan. Lisa also took odd routes, navigating towards bumpy terrain and construction sites, causing Rachel to whine as her body jostled and jiggled.

“Oh god,” Rachel breathed. Her under-breasts were positively stinging. She lowered her seat so that she was lying back, then arched, and cupped her upper breasts, allowing the lower ones to push out freely without being squished and compressed for once.

“Damn, Phleghm!” said Lisa. “Look at those puppies. They’re the size of softballs.”

Rachel groaned miserably. One of her hands fumbled, cupping one of the lower breasts, trying to soothe it in some way. It felt hot and tender, like the udder. She fingered the nipple, finding it terribly sore, moaning as she rolled it between her fingers, and she felt the first droplets of milk emerge.

Lisa gave a demented laugh. “You’re a fucking milk machine, Phlegm.”

Rachel just moaned miserably as she allowed her eyelids to drop.

-

When they got back to Lisa’s house, Rachel slumped down on the couch, whimpering as she cradled her udder with careful fingers. It felt as though it was throbbing. She feared that it was growing, even now, when Lisa was lounging on the opposite side of the sectional and the remote was not in sight.

The large flat-screen TV on the wall was on with the volume low. Though Lisa’s gaze was trained on the squabbling sitcom characters, Rachel could tell that her mind was elsewhere. Lisa bit at the smile curving her lips.

“I think it’s time for us to take things a little farther,” she said.

Rachel felt herself blanch. “Lisa…” she pleaded. “Haven’t you done enough?”

Lisa just shook her head, her grin broadening. “Are you kidding? You haven’t even gotten to experience the joys of motherhood yet.”

Rachel knew she was fighting a losing battle. “P-please—” She was desperate. “Just—”

“Think of it this way,” said Lisa. “At least you won’t be completely in the dark, like I was. Scared, confused, humiliated, and not knowing what is happening to your body.” She stood.

“What I did to you was horrible,” Rachel admitted.

“Yeah,” said Lisa, looking at peace with it all. “It was.”

She pulled the remote out of her pocket and pointed it straight at Rachel. “Let’s see…it’s this LITTER setting, right? How crass. As though you’re an animal or something.” Lisa laughed. “It’s on 0 now. Let’s just bring it to 1.”

Lisa pressed a button and Rachel let out a gasp. There wasn’t a sudden surge of pressure or tension, but there was…something. A bloom of feeling. It was indescribable. Rachel’s hands went to her abdomen as she stared off in stunned silence.

“Well that was anticlimactic,” said Lisa. Rachel’s stomach had not changed in shape or size, instead remaining small and unremarkable. “Ah, MONTHS, this must be what I’m looking for. Presumably, the number of months corresponds with the stage of pregnancy? Right?”

Rachel couldn’t speak so Lisa just shrugged and pressed another button. Rachel’s face contorted as that strange feeling grew, and she felt the faintest hint of tension, deep in her stomach. Something was there.

“Hmmm…” Lisa pressed the same button again. The tension grew, just slightly. Now Rachel felt quite bloated, but it wasn’t horrible. She shifted her hand, discovering the faintest hint of a curve.

“Level 4,” said Lisa.

A small squeak escaped Rachel’s throat as her stomach heaved and rounded. It became a small bump. Four months. She couldn’t believe this. She was pregnant. But this was reversible. Rachel remembered how the number on the remote had turned red when she had brought the MONTHS setting to 9. She now understood what that meant. At level 9, the pregnancy couldn’t be reversed. But anything below that could be undone with the remote, so as long as Lisa didn’t go as high as level 9, Rachel would not have to actually have this baby.

“5,” said Lisa, both fascinated and delighted.

Rachel grunted in discomfort as her belly pushed forward. Cradling the curve, she realized that she was now starting to truly look pregnant. Though, admittedly, the small baby bump was hardly noteworthy when it sat between her two pairs of breasts and the volleyball-sized udder.

“6.”

“Nrrrgghhh…” She grew yet more, her face twisting and eyes clenching shut. She just prayed that Lisa didn’t push things too far.

“7.”

Rachel puffed out a long breath, her hands clasping the swollen mound. She felt awkward and heavy in the midsection. Her fingers absently rubbed over the swell, and she was astonished to find responding movement. She sat there, frozen.

“Just look at how cute you are,” Lisa taunted. “All big and knocked up.”

Rachel tugged fruitlessly at the tank top which could no longer cover her belly at all. It had been stretched too far between the growth of her chest and her abdomen.

“Should we keep going? Then again, where’s the fun in that? I want you to really experience this. Show it off.  Isn’t it just so weird? You have an actual human in your stomach. What will everyone at school say? Ready for some good ole' slut-shaming, Phlegm?”

Rachel was breathing heavily but couldn’t seem to catch her breath. “I’m sorry you had to go through all that,” she rambled in a last ditch effort. “It — it was wrong. It was so, so wrong. I should never have —”

Rachel pressed the button again.

“Fuhhhhh…” Rachel puffed out as her belly advanced, now shelving her breasts. Oh god, it was huge.

“Eight months,” Lisa said in satisfaction.

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