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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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Rachel didn’t want to get out of bed that morning.

She had woken up to the sensation of kicking—a prodding movement inside her own body. Something alive. A baby. She still had difficulty processing the reality of it. So she threw her arm over her face, not willing to open her eyes.

Eight months, she reminded herself.

By some miracle, Lisa had stopped increasing the MONTHS level at 8. Rachel still had a chance to reverse this. Never mind the fact that she now had an actual human beinginside of her, almost fully developed, probably big enough to come out and survive without the aid of her body.

Rachel cursed under her breath and turned to her side, grimacing at the awkwardness; the tightness of her midsection, the achiness of her back, and the soreness of her hips. Just, everything felt so weird and uncomfortable.

“Rise and shine,” sang a familiar voice.

Rachel cringed as the sheets were ripped off her. Reluctantly she opened her eyes, and blearily looked up at Lisa who was smirking down at her.

It was only then that Rachel took inventory of her body. She steadily realized that the awkward soreness of the udder was no longer present. Her hands slid down, searching for it, but instead only made contact with the lower curve of her belly, which made her frown all the same. Still, the udder was gone. That was a relief.

“Yeah,” Lisa drawled. “I didn’t want any distractions from the pregnancy. You know, I don’t want people seeing you as this girl in a costume. I want people to see you as ‘the pregnant girl.’ We can always have more fun later.”

The extra breasts were gone as well. Rachel’s hands now slid to the upper curve of her belly. “Oh…” she breathed, a bit vacantly. It was an improvement, she supposed. It certainly made things a little less unbearable.

“Don’t get too used to it.”

-

As it was the weekend, Lisa wanted to go out.

Rachel got ready as slowly as possible. She didn’t even look down at herself when she was showering. She didn’t consciously wash her belly, she just let the water and soap run over it. She ignored the episodes of gentle movement, her face twitching whenever it started up.

The clothing Lisa left on the bed for her wasn’t any more accommodating than yesterday’s outfit. Nevertheless, Rachel dutifully crammed her swollen body into a small T-shirt and some spandex shorts, the hem of the top not going much farther than her breasts, while the waistband of the shorts was shoved beneath the jut of her abdomen.

Rachel shuffled out of the guestroom, disheartened to realize how embarrassingly awkward her stride had become.

She tried to keep her expression neutral, even pleasant. The less frustration she showed, the less pleasure Lisa would derive from all this.

“How cuteis that waddle!” Lisa mocked as Rachel made her way into the kitchen.

Rachel was a little breathless. She was surprised to see the kitchen table covered in breakfast foods.

“Hope you’re hungry,” said Lisa sinisterly. “Dig in.”

Rachel was hungry, at least to an ordinary degree. Her hands absently clasped her back as she waited for Lisa to take out the remote.

Lisa noticed her hesitation. “Oh no, you’re not getting any help. This is all you.”

Rachel supposed that was a good thing. The last time she had experienced the HUNGERsetting, she had almost ended up at the hospital. So Rachel shuffled over to the table and eased herself down in a chair, hating the sensation of her belly settling against her lab, then pressing against the table edge so that she had to shift her chair back to be comfortable. It would take a while to get used to this body. Then again, she hoped it didn’t last a while.

Lisa pulled up a seat right beside her, happily invading Rachel’s personal space.

“Try the crepes,” Lisa breathed so close to her ear that Rachel shivered.

Rachel obliged the suggestion. She took a plate and forked a crepe down from the small mountain that sat on the platter in the center of the table alongside the other platters of food. Lisa reached over and snatched Rachel’s fork to shuffle several more crepes on the plate to join the single one Rachel had chosen. Lisa followed this up by pouring chocolate sauce onto Rachel’s plate until the five crepes were drowning in it. Finally, she squirted so much whipped cream atop it all that the other food disappeared beneath the fluffy piles.

“Trust me, you’ll love it,” Lisa said as she finished off the mess of a meal with a handful of sprinkles.

Rachel blinked down at the monstrosity. It seemed more like desert than breakfast.

“Bon appétit,” said Lisa.

Rachel knew this was her cue to start eating. She wanted to protest, or glare, or try to escape. But how well had any of that worked for her thus far? So instead, Rachel lifted a forkful of the goey crepes to her mouth.

She tried not to grimace at the taste. Rachel typically wasn’t one for sweets, but she dutifully chewed, and swallowed, Lisa grinning all the while.

“How is it? Good, right? Eat up, Phlegm. We don’t have all day.”

And Rachel did just that. She ate. Beside her, Lisa took a spare plate and started to pile it with cheesy eggs and oily sausage links, as well as a couple of breakfast rolls. At first, Rachel had assumed that Lisa was preparing it for herself, but then she shoved the plate Rachel’s way.

“Faster, Phlegm. Feed that baby.”

Rachel tried to ignore her. She was three crepes in and already felt stuffed. But she kept forcing down one piece after the next. She knew she could handle it. She had been forced to binge eat before, after all. Her baby squirmed. At least he, or she, seemed to be appreciating this. Rachel flinched and quickly forced herself to stop thinking about the creature. It wasn’t her baby, just as temporary…thing. Just a visitor.

She felt breathless when she finished the plate of chocolate-drenched crepes. Lisa nudged the new plate closer and Rachel didn’t miss a beat. “Smells good,” she said, almost spitefully. She even managed the tiniest smile she stuffed a heaping forkful of eggs into her mouth.

Rather than being put off by Rachel’s apparent optimism, Lisa was intrigued. “You like that, piglet?”

Rachel didn’t know which crude nickname she preferred, she just hoped this wasn’t a hint that the pig tail would make a return.

“Keep going. I want you huge by the time we get back to school on Monday. I think I’ll keep you at eight months, but you’re gonna look nine. I want everyone to see what a fat, pregnant hoe you are.”

Bitch. Rachel continued to chew, refusing to react, but she knew her lips were pulling downwards at the corners. She ate through the plate of eggs and sausage without complaint, even as her belly started to ache. She bit lethargically into the roles, resisting the urge to groan. She couldn’t believe how bloated she felt, between the new life inside of her and the growing tension of food.

Lisa slid a new dish her way. It was a large bowl of wheat porridge, but it smelled like icing, and as Rachel lifted a spoonful, she could tell it was sticky sweet.

“Butter, condensed milk, heavy cream, honey, sugar, maple syrup, and a side of bacon.” Lisa practically dropped the large, bacon-covered plate to the table next to the porridge bowl, making Rachel jump slightly. “What do you think?”

Rachel’s hands unconsciously slid down to cup her belly, her face twisted in discomfort. She was just so full, so tight. Her stomach truly hurt and she was fighting the urge to gag. But she refused to throw up.

“Looks great,” she managed, before quickly clamping her lips again, eyes watering. She took a moment to draw in deep breaths through her nose, face tilted upwards, until the nausea abated, if just a little.

“You okay, preggy?” Lisa was entirely amused.

Rachel gave herself a moment longer to gather herself, and finally, when the contents of her stomach were no longer trying to jump back up her throat, she lifted the spoon again, and dipped it into the huge porridge bowl.

Consuming it was a slow process. Rachel had to frequently pause to breathe, hands massaging her tight abdomen. It had to be a full gallon of food that she was working her way through. Sometimes she would take breaks to munch on bacon, which was at least a little less heavy, and almost served as a reprieve when Lisa would otherwise complain about Rachel’s slowness.

When Rachel finally finished, she was gasping for breath, her face flushed and sweaty. Her belly heaved in pain and protest, and she didn’t want to move. She — she just couldn’t — Rachel clamped her hands over her mouth, her eyes tearing up with panic. The abdominal pain peeked, causing stitches in both sides.

“Don’t you dare,” Lisa ordered.

Rachel didn’t want to know the consequences of vomiting. She just moaned against her hands, closing her eyes and trying to think about anything but her current predicament. She willed the contents of her gut to settle inside of her.

She didn’t know how long they sat there, Rachel just waited, and breathed, until the nausea was still potent but no longer at the tipping point.

“Not bad.”

Rachel opened her eyes. She felt weak and dizzy, and wasn’t sure if she hadn’t lost consciousness for a while.

“Get up,” Lisa barked. “While your sloppy ass was snoring against my mom’s best mahogany, half the day has passed.” Lisa pointed at the intricate wall clock sitting high above the counter. It was almost noon.

“Where are we going?” Rachel asked stupidly. Her hands slid to her pressurized abdomen and yet again she was stunned by how big she was. How truly pregnant she had become.

“Shopping, fatty,” said Lisa. “I can’t be seen with you looking like that all weekend. Now get up, lard ass.”

Rachel’s face heated, not only in humiliation, but anger. Still, she forced herself not to react.

She planted her hands against the tabletop, a whimper tearing up her throat as she forced herself to stand. She just felt so stretched, so tight; full of food and baby. “Sorry,” she mumbled out. Lisa thought she was talking to her, but it was really spoken to the life inside of her. Rachel doubted her body was the most comfortable or accommodating, and it seemed unfair that a child would have to accompany Rachel in her torment, brief though the infant’s existence would be.

Lisa gave Rachel a once over, a smile tugging at her lips. “That’s more like it. Let’s get out of here.” She turned and walked off.

In her awkward, wobbly gait, Rachel followed.

-

At the mall, everyone stared at Rachel. Maybe it was the fact that she was literally popping out of the small T-shirt she had on, which only just managed to pull down over the two round breasts jiggling on her chest, her bare belly huge and exposed as it protruded out before her. Maybe it was the little shorts she was crammed into, shoved low beneath her mass, the spandex fitting her more like underwear by the way her bloated ass-cheeks were pushing out, though Rachel wasn’t even sure if that was a setting Lisa had adjusted, or if her hips and butt had just naturally filled out in response to her condition.

Maybe it was because of how young she looked. Though she was eighteen, Rachel was often mistaken for an underclassman. For someone with a narrow frame like hers, the eight-month pregnancy looked all the larger, completely overwhelming her body. It must have looked completely obscene to the mall patrons staring at her in astonishment, offense, and concern. There were expressions of morbid fascination, even disgust, as Rachel waddled awkwardly after Lisa, hands cradling her huge belly.

Rachel was just grateful that they hadn’t bumped into any of their school mates so far. She didn’t think she could take any more of their intrusive questioning and amused mocking.

“Oh, these look good,” Lisa said, looking through the offerings of the department store they were currently inside of.

Rachel was leaning against a pillar, flushed, sweaty, and breathing heavily. She was completely exhausted, her hips tight and back aching. How did pregnant people carry this around with them all day? On top of her fatigue, she still felt painfully tight from breakfast, and a low-grade nausea that was steadily ebbing at least.

“What you think?” Lisa held a dress up to Rachel’s belly.

Rachel stared. It wasn’t a maternity dress, it was just like…a regular dress. It would be just as ill-fitting as what Rachel was wearing presently. Was this a joke? But Rachel said nothing.

“Let’s get to the fitting rooms,” said Lisa, throwing the dress in the cart atop the pile of clothing she had already picked out. “Move your ass, phlegm. We have more stops.”

So miserably, Rachel followed Lisa to the fitting rooms.