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Idea submitted by Gregiah Vogue: Jenna's husband William is a brilliant scientist. Recently he’s started a new project to end the growing shortage of food. Unfortunately it's top secret so Jenna isn't told anything. What she doesn't know is that she is William's newest test subject to grow food inside her. Jenna starts to gain weight, but William assures her nothing is wrong. It isn’t until she gives birth and produces more, and different kinds of food, she thinks something’s wrong. She tries it and eventually becomes addicted to it. This of course delights William as he finds new ways to have her produce more.  Contains: Weight Gain, Female Pregnancy, Food Pregnancy, Lactation, Multiple Breasts, Breast Expansion, Butt Expansion. Possible Notes of Addiction

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A large belch came up Jenna’s throat. She blushed, covering her mouth. “God, this indigestion had been insane. And I can’t believe how much weight I’m putting on lately.” Jenna frowned down at her bulging midsection.

“You look amazing, honey,” William said as he continued setting the kitchen table. “And I personally thought you could do to put on a few pounds. I’m loving it.”

Jenna’s cheeks flushed darker. “You’re full of it, William,” she chastised fondly as she turned off the stove. “I hope you’re hungry.”

“For your cooking? I’m ravenous.” William came up behind her, kissing the crook of her neck, his hands cupping her newly-rounded belly.

After a little bit of groping and kissing, swatting and giggling, the couple finally made it to the kitchen table where they sat down and started to eat the pasta Jenna had prepared.

“I’m serious, William,” Jenna said between bites. “I’m gonna start getting back to the gym.”

“Whatever makes you happy, dear. As long as you’re doing it for yourself and not me.”

Jenna sighed, for the umpteenth time wondering how she had ended up with such a perfect spouse. “So how are things going with you?” she asked. “Any interesting new projects?”

“You know I can’t discuss work,” William responded with a wink and a smile. He had always found Jenna’s interest in his work to be charming.

“Oh come on, just a hint?”

William was a brilliant scientist. And he indeed had started a new project recently, though it was still a bit premature to share anything. “Top-secret,” he teased.

Jenna rolled her eyes. “You’re never any fun.”

“Hazard of the job,” said William.

-

That evening, William took some mental notes as he watched Jenna getting ready for bed.

He observed the size and shape of Jenna’s abdomen, now protruding out from her otherwise slim body. He noted how her breasts had grown somewhat as well, now bulging somewhat from the bra she had on. He could hear her abdomen gurgling constantly, as well as the small belches that consistently made their way up her throat.

Everything was going smoothly.

What Jenna did not know was that she was William’s latest project. William was working on an experiment that, if successful, could potentially resolve the growing issue of food shortages globally. World hunger could become a thing of the past.

The goal was to use actual human beings for farming — it wasn’t as sordid as it sounded. William was attempting to prove a theory that humans could be used to grow food in their very own bodies. The process was harmless, albeit, a little uncomfortable in the later stages. But the trade-off made the process entirely worth it.

As Jenna climbed into bed, a particularly loud belch escaped her throat. “Oh god, sorry. I swear, I’m a such pig lately.”

“You are perfect,” William assured, kissing her forehead.

-

It was a few weeks later, and Jenna was frustrated.

She walked out of the bathroom, a bashful look on her face. “All the tests came back negative,” she mumbled as her hand shifted down to cradle her abdomen.

Pregnancy tests. As her belly had continued to rapidly balloon, it had been the obvious suspicion.

“I told you that you were being ridiculous,” said William.

“William, look at me!” said Jenna, motioning to her big, fluffy abdomen.

She could have been eight months pregnant. Things were going better than expected. William just wished he could run a scan, to see what was truly going on in there. He knew it was past time to tell her, but he was nervous. What if she reacted badly? Obviously, William’s obsession with this experiment had yielded some rash decisions, including that to risk his marriage over this project.

“You look fine—”

“William!”

“Okay,” said William evenly. “We’ll see doctor. If things escalate, I mean. But I’m telling you, there’s nothing wrong with you. This is kind of my field.”

“One of the other teachers at work congratulated me on the babies,” said Jenna flatly. “Apparently the rumor at work is that I’m having twins.” Then she walked off, continuing to cradle her bump. William knew he had managed to corner himself. If he allowed Jenna to go see a doctor, they would ultimately discover the true and bizarre nature of her condition.

-

William managed to talk her down for another month. But by now, Jenna was going to see a physician whether he liked it or not.

“Oh fuck,” she grumbled, her mood much more irritable lately. “I can’t believe I let things come to this.” One hand held her back, which was arched, pushing her belly out even more as she waddled around looking for her keys. Her belly was stretching out the tank top she had on, leggings pushed low beneath the prominent swell.

“Honey, you’re blowing this out of proportion,” he said.

“William, I’m a blimp!” Jenna snapped.

It was only a slight exaggeration. By pregnancy standards, she looked at term. No, she looked overdue. Her belly was hugely round, completely packed. Packed with food. William got dazed just thinking about the potential yield. This had gone better than he could have ever imagined.

“Oh!” Jenna gasped out just as she reached the front door. Her hands flew down to clutch her belly, around the part where her navel was bulging out like an oven timer. “Ahhhhhh…fuck,” she cursed again.

“You okay?” William hurried over.

“I don’t know,” Jenner whimpered. “It just…unghhhh…it feels really weird!”

“Here, sit down.” William guided her to the couch, where she sprawled back, leaning against the arm as she rubbed her belly and groaned.

“William…ohhhhh…are you sure I’mm not pregnant?” Jenna whined. “It feels like —errggghhh…goddddd…something’s coming!”

“We ran the tests three times,” William said as he laid his hand on Jenna’s belly. She spread her thighs by impulse, her face reddening and forehead sweating, before she arched her throat and wailed out.

“Fuhhhh…nrrgghhh…it’s coming!”

William got to his knees so that he could peak between his wife’s spread thighs, and watched as something steadily crowned.

It was marvelous.

-

In the aftermath, Jenna appeared to be in shock. William tried to remain politely neutral. He did not want to come off as excited as he felt.

“W-what…the hell…w-was that?” Jenna said, her voice a bit squeaky.

After a long pause, William finally found the nerve to speak. “It looks like a…rotisserie chicken.”

It was golden brown; cooked to perfection. And it was quite a large bird. The experiment had been a complete success! Not only had Jenna’s body produced food, but it had produced food that was appealing, smelled great, and ready to be eaten! There was only one more thing to sort out. How edible was it?

William and Jenna sat side-by-side on the couch staring at the chicken which William had plopped unceremoniously on the coffee table.

Hesitating just a moment longer, William reached out and tore off a piece of meat from the thigh. He plucked it into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed.

It was delicious!

“Are you kidding me!?” Jenna snapped. “’the fuck is wrong with you!?”

William shrugged apologetically. “I mean — it’s here — we might as well —”

“William!”

“Try it!”

Jenna glared at him a moment longer, her body still dewy, hair disheveled. Eventually, her shoulders sagged, and her attention shifted back to the food her body had made. Resignedly, she reached out and tore a piece of skin off the leg. She put it into her mouth, and hesitated, before chewing.

Her eyes lit up.

-

William was astonished that Jenna not only ate the entire chicken, but she sucked the bones clean. She did it all in the span of an hour. And she had not shared.

It was bizarre in a way. Jenna had given birth to it, then taken it right back into her body.

At least this further confirmed what William had observed himself. The food was not only edible, but palatable.

“This is the craziest thing, I swear,” Jenna said as she licked her fingers. “I think I’m going crazy. But, it’s over, I guess.”

William wasn’t so sure about that.

-

It was a couple weeks later, and Jenna was putting on weight again. As he saw her belly rounding out, William’s suspicions were confirmed. The enzymes in the chicken she had consumed had effectively reimpregnated her. It was bizarrely and beautifully cyclical.

“God, I wish I had more of that chicken,” Jenna would frequently say. It was a preoccupation. It was almost like she was addicted. Jenna had tried baking chickens, or buying prepared rotisserie chickens from local restaurants and grocery stores, trying to find something that came close in taste to the one her body produced. But nothing satisfied her.

And when she noticed her belly swelling again, oddly, she didn’t complain about it. She was more quiet; more avoidant of the issue. A small part of her seemed to be keenly…anticipating what was to come.

All of these developments were terribly exciting for William.

Though he knew that Jenna was currently incubating a fresh meal, he decided to test out a new serum on her. If this one worked, he could theoretically multiply her output, and even add variety. William started covertly adding the new drug to Jenna’s morning coffee. In the meantime, he watched and waited.

-

One afternoon, William arrived early to pick Jenna up from her job at the local high school.

Jenna was finishing up her last class of the day. William stood in the hallway just outside of her classroom, peeking in on the lesson.

Jenna was breathing heavily, breaths puffing in and out of her mouth as she waddled about, motioning to the chalkboard. But everything seemed to struggle. Her hands consistently shot down to cradle her swollen belly. It was even bigger than it had been when she had given birth to the rotisserie chicken. By pregnancy standards, she looked past term with triplets. Her formerly B-cup breasts had swollen up to fat EEs. They had bloated up so rapidly she hadn’t had time to purchase new bras. Instead, the mounds wobbled under the stretched sweaterdress she had on, so round and perky despite not having any support. Her hips had gotten wider, her thighs thicker, and her backside was round and full behind her. This transformation was much more substantial than the last one. William gave particular attention to her nipples, which had doubled in size and gotten darker and more sensitive, based on his own observations at night, in the bedroom. If he wasn’t mistaken, he’d say that she was engorged.

Jenna’s cheeks were pink, her face sweaty. “We will review the chapter tomorrow. For homework, I’d like you all to write a paragraph on the significance of the beggar at the end of the story.”

Her teenage students hardly seem to register her words. They just stared at her in morbid fascination, completely unresponsive.

As the bell rang, the students collectively snapped out of their reveries and began to pack their belongings.

“And remember to return your signed permission slips for our trip to the museum next month,” Jenna wheezed out as the students shuffled for the door.

William slipped inside against the crowd of milling bodies. As her students departed, Jenna’s hands automatically shot back down to her orb. William swore, it looked as though it was throbbing.

“We —” she gasped out, “we have to go.”

When they got back to the house, they hardly made it to their bedroom before Jenna was hunching over and whining out. As William helped ease her down on the bed, she arched and spread her thighs, grunting and twitching. “It’s coming!” she cried.

Something was crowning, and it looked huge.

Jenna gripped his hand, her face twisted in pain and effort. “Nrrrgghhhh…gnnnhhhh…fuhhhh…” she groaned as her belly quaked. The top of her dress began to dampen at the chest. Practically delirious, Jenna moaned as she pulled at her neckline, tugging it down so her breasts popped free, and now her nipples were squirting. Squirting something…brown?

“AAAAHHHHH!” Jenna screamed.

-

She gave birth to a turkey.

It was huge. It had to be 20 pounds, or more.

William didn’t exactly get the chance to weigh it. The moment Jenna recovered from the delivery, she was ripping off a wing and biting greedily into the flesh. She proceeded to eat voraciously, stuffing turkey meat into her mouth as quickly as she could. William was cautious to take even a taste. Jenna almost seemed like she had been waiting for this.

“God, this is so embarrassing,” she whined, her voice muffled by food. “Un, but it’s sooo good.”

The brown substance was continuing to seep from her nipples, rolling down the undersides of her breasts. William reached out and dragged his finger through the thick fluid. He sniffed it. Tasted it with his tongue.

Gravy.

-

It was a couple weeks later, and things had only escalated. Jenna was giving birth every few days now. It could be anything, really. Some apples. Meatloaf. Boiled eggs. A pork roast. It was entirely random, but it was all edible, and delicious. It was the ultimate form of self-sufficiency. Methods like this could be used to feed the world!

The one hang up was that Jenna immediately gobbled down everything she produced. She was unquestionably addicted. William didn’t know if it was the drug treatment, or some quality of the food itself. It warranted additional research.

By then, Jenna’s belly remained large and round, continuously containing food. Though she birthed frequently, she didn’t decrease in size. She is just getting bigger and bigger. She looked this though she could have been overdue with quints by then.

Her body had taken on a thick padding of fat, her face full, cheeks rosy, hips plump and backside just getting huge. Her breasts were the size of honeydews and only getting larger. They leaked constantly, producing random substances like gravies, puddings, juices, butter, or sometimes just milk.

And yet she seemed content. Fat and happy. Because of her condition, Jenna had to take time off work, so now spent most days perched on the couch, watching sitcoms and she cradled her huge belly, and ate her latest creations. Once William even caught her trying to suck her own nipples.

Though Jenna had lost her teacher income, she had at least reduced the food expenses in the household.

That day, she was pink and squirmy. “Oh William, I think, ngggghhh…something feels off—ohhhh…”

Her hands were buried under her breasts, cupping her ribs or something in that area. William went over, getting her to lean back, trying to figure out what was the matter.

Jenna screamed and arched as something exploded from her torso. Her breasts heaved up as two mounds of flesh sprouted forward, like rising dough, swelling into existence as they pushed her breasts higher, into her chin. Her dress tore right open, and suddenly Jenna had a second breasts bulging out under the first pair, as she whined and clutched then, tears rolling down her face. The new pair of nipples immediately began to seep something that looked like custard. Her body was so efficient and keen at making food, she had grown a whole new cavity for production.

“Oh, honey,” said William, completely delighted.

All in all, the experiment was a success.

The End