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Note: This is a female version of Farm Boy.

Summary: A high school senior, Megan noticed that her older sister has been dipping into the chemical on their parents' farm, and has been gaining a lot of weight. A bit disgusted, a bit curious, Megan tries the chemical hormones herself, and experiences the best high of her life. She quickly introduces the chemical to her two best friends, and the three progressively get addicted, all while experiencing incidental changes, such as butt growth, breast development, belly expansion, in addition to other, stranger, things. Contains: Female: pregnancy, breast expansion, multiple breasts, breast-belly, butt expansion, weight gain, and more. Also, issues of drug addiction.

Previous Chapter 

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Megan was horny, like, really horny. She seemed to have a chronic need for Roger to be sucking her tits or pounding her, and Roger was all too eager to please. They were fucking more than ever before. On top of that, Megan’s appetite had continued to surge. She was eating constantly, and mainly junk food. Roger was amused, and Megan’s steady weight gain only seemed to feed into the weird dirty talk. Talk of knocking Megan up, getting her plump with babies. Lately those fantasies were more unnerving than arousing to Megan, and even made her a little bit queasy.

Megan’s tits were blowing up. They seemed to be engorged no matter how much she pumped, and at times, would just start squirting randomly—like, while she was reading a book or something. It would happen unexpectedly, and she would go red and hastily fumble for her pumps.

Megan was hot all the time. Not just her boobs, but her body as a whole. Roger just brushed off the changes—Megan’s pigging out, squirting tits, bulging stomach, and her ceaseless need to have Roger’s dick in her. Roger didn’t even seem to register any of it as odd. After all, Megan was constantly changing, constantly growing.

And Megan was terrified. Her stomach was still getting…larger, and felt oddly firm rather than fat. She could see the growth in her full-length mirror, and her hundreds of followers were quick to point it out every time she did a livestream. Finally, she caved, and ordered a few of those home pregnancy tests from an online store. It took only a few days for them to arrive in the mail. Megan peed on every one, then just waited with her face in her hands, moaning indecipherably, and cursing. Her four nipples gushed profusely, breasts throbbing, strangely keen.

It probably took an hour for Megan to peel her hands away from her hands. She lifted each of the tests in turn, hands shaking as she read the results.

Positive.

Positive.

Positive.

“No, no, no,” Megan moaned, grunting as her tits began to positively spray, making a mess in the bathroom. She thought of Sam. Thought of the burden. Megan thought of herself, huge and flushed, body arched, stretching, belly quavering, tits leaking. She imagined her belly wider than the rest of her, like a bolder, pushing out several feet as she tried to balance the mass of it. Her boobs would be stacked atop it, nipples fat like marbles, squirting, as her body swelled and strained. She thought of how Roger would look at her, eyes hungry.

Megan groaned as her breasts squirted yet more. She arched, desperately wanting to purge the burden, but she seemed to produce milk faster than she could release it these days. She was continuously engorged and only swelling. God, this wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening. Megan refused to acknowledge it as real. She couldn’t undergo such a drastic transformation on top of all the breast growth she was already dealing with. She couldn’t deal with babies.

The tests are wrong, Megan decided.

This couldn’t be happening.

And so it wasn’t happening.

-

Megan was getting chubby.

She looked good though. Roger admired the sight of the other teen lounged on the couch of the apartment, watching TV while stuffing chips into her mouth. The tight, worn tank top Megan had on showed off generous cleavage, her four seeping tits, large nipples bulging in the wet material, and the swell of a gut she had started to grow in recent weeks.

Sloppy as Megan looked, Roger couldn’t help wanting her even then. He was hungry for Megan’s milk. Practically addicted to it. He could hardly even control himself around Megan. And he couldn’t stop thinking about Megan’s tits, drinking them, and not stopping. Filling his stomach. Drowning in Megan’s milk. “This is toxic,” Roger muttered.

Megan looked up from her show. “What?” she said, voice muffled from her full mouth.

Roger looked down to regard himself. Patted the softness of his own gut. “This is unhealthy. You’re making me unhealthy.”

Megan swallowed the food in her mouth, then scowled. “Seriously?” she said.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

"So when it’s me fattening up, its sexy, but when you gain a few pounds, it’s a huge problem.

"It’s different." Roger didn’t have a condition. And he was on a sports scholarship.

“No it isn't,” said Megan.

“I want to break up,” Roger said, though he wasn’t even certain they had been dating.

Megan looked similarly confused, then irritated. Her eyes gleamed just for a moment, but then she blinked, and any hint of sadness was gone. “After what you did to me?”

“I didn’t—” Roger stammered. “You grow, you leak, you grow some more. This was happening well before me, and you haven’t exactly been complaining.”

Megan’s eyes fluttered and face reddened, her hands going up to cradle the four huge tits on her chest. Roger watched them bob gently, a bit hypnotized. He watched the four nipples swell and distend, pushing harder into Megan’s shirt as she released a small grunt.

Roger was hard. “We’re bad for each other,” he managed.

“Fine,” Megan hissed, her voice pained or pleasured, eyes squeezed shut. “Whatever. It was fun, I guess.” She arched and whimpered. One of her hands slid to her plump stomach.

“Yeah,” said Roger weakly, unable to move an inch. And so he stood there, indulgently staring, through Megan’s slow process of coaxing her body to calm down. Eventually Megan was glaring back up to him. Roger felt himself approach and lean over her. Megan’s eyes fluttered down in anticipation.

Roger pressed their lips together in a soft kiss. With that, he pulled away, grabbed his jacket, and left.

-

Rather than panicking, Megan just went numb.

Her schoolwork took a hit, her assignments low quality or just getting in late, but Megan could hardly bring herself to care anymore.

She also got a lot worse about being discreet, and found herself paying the price almost immediately.

Late one evening she left her apartment just to make a quick stop at the 24/7 convenience store around the corner. She threw a baggy jacket around her shoulders, only to realize it wasn’t too baggy on her lately. But Megan was so jaded, she just went about the errand. It was almost 1AM, after all. “Can I pay by card?” Megan said as she arrived at a register with her basket of unhealthy snacks almost spilling over. That’s when someone grabbed her shoulder.

“You’re her!” said an unfamiliar voice.

Megan turned around to see a thin, middle-aged man with wide, almost crazed, eyes, and he was staring at Megan’s chest. Megan’s face heated.

“Sorry?” she said.

“Double-boobs. Melanie from VidSwoop. I would recognize your voice anywhere. And—and your lips. And, oh god.” The stranger’s eyes were pinned to Megan’s chest. There was a prominent curve under the jacket and the man knew what was beneath. “I have to see them. Please let me see them.”

Megan’s heart was racing. “Sorry, I think you’re confusing me with someone else,” she said, trying to control the situation as the cashier looked on in confusion. The store seemed mostly empty, just the three of them, and another patron or two wandering the aisles. Megan felt frozen in panic. This was unprecedented. No one had ever blatantly recognized her before.

Then the stranger grabbed her. Grabbed Megan’s tits though her jacket, causing her to gasp. Milk gushed as the stranger squeezed the tender mounds.

“So soft,” he moaned as Megan grunted and reddened. “You haven’t posted in a while, but fuck, they’re bigger. Oh god, how—how’s the baby? You’re getting so big all over.”

Megan shoved the man off her and fled, allowing her grocery basket to crash to the ground. She didn’t stop running until she was back in her apartment building, by which point her jacket was soaked, her stomach was aching, and she felt like she might throw up. She folded her arms over her gut, willing it to settle down.

She felt hot and dizzy as she steadily made her way up to her apartment. She dragged herself inside and locked the door.

When she got to her room, Megan sunk down against her mattress, stared at the ceiling and focused on catching her breath.

-

Maybe Roger had left at precisely the right time, because Megan’s belly was beginning to blow up.

It didn’t take long until it had grown into a respectable bump. It had come out of nowhere. It seemed too soon for her to be this far along. She cupped the mound uneasily.

“Um, Meg?” called Paige’s voice behind her, causing Megan to go rigid. “What’s going on?”

Megan folded her arms over her waist, though she suspected it did little to hide the mound these days. “Nothing,” she said, cheeks warm as she walked out of the kitchen and locked herself up in her room, where she seemed to be spending most of her time. She still couldn’t believe how much she was growing.

Some mornings she would wake up and swear she’d had centimeters of growth since the night before. The inches were sneaking up on her. She needed a tape measure to prove that something weird and sinister was underway. There was constant pressure, her clothes beginning to strain at the waist, buttons pulling apart to make way for her swelling body. One evening, she felt so uncomfortable, she had to just sit down. She twisted her lips and cupped her navel, fidgeting slightly. She felt like…oh…it felt like…

Megan yelped as something popped. She half-laughed, half-sobbed when she realized what had occurred, drawing up her shirt with shaking hands to stare down at her now-outward protruding belly button. “God,” she muttered.

She felt so full, and all the time. It was a different pressure than the sensation of the milk. This was harder, heavier, unyielding, and terrifying. Was this what Sam had to deal with? Megan just panicked internally, still vaguely in denial. She didn’t know what to do. What was she supposed to do? Talk to someone? She didn’t think she could face it.

Instead, Megan got increasingly reclusive. She ordered all her meals in, her diet becoming 100% takeout. She stopped doing her online videos, but she had enough money saved up to get by for the time being. When Paige saw her, she would give odd looks. Maybe she thought she was becoming like Adam.

Megan huffed a laugh. No, this was certainly worse.

-

Megan was sprawled back on some pillows one day, getting ready for another of her video game binges. She reached for her controller, and found herself grunting, truly struggling, then just slumping back, gasping a bit, her hand still controller-less.

She came to realize how inflexible she had gotten lately. How heavy and awkward, and just generally burdened. How big.

Megan regarded herself. Her four breasts were flushed, swollen, and unattended. They were burning hot and felt as though they were pulsing, four nipples stinging, and seeping, and just unnaturally large. The mounds had surged up a couple of cup sizes, but she must have stopped caring, except when the tenderness and achiness kept her from getting sleep.

Her belly was huge. Fuck, she looked really pregnant. Her shorts were shoved low by the swell, her straining shirt only pulling down halfway over the mass. She hadn’t bothered with bigger clothes. She just outgrew the things she had. She could have been at term, at the size she was. But she didn’t like to think about it.

With some struggle, Megan heaved herself up from the bed, grimacing as she was reacquainted with the slight waddle she had developed recently. She made her way to the kitchen where Paige was eating a lunch of leftover Chinese takeout. Paige lowered her fork and looked up from her phone. Her tongue dipped out of her mouth and dragged over her bottom lip. Megan stood there in mortification as her eyes roved up and down her body.

Paige’s brows rose. “Heh. Do you want to talk about it?” She looked vaguely amused and a little sadistic.

“Um, no,” said Megan. Yet she continued to stand there. She leaned on the counter and frowned down at her body.

“I can call Roger,” Paige offered.

“No. This—it’s under control.”

“Um, are you…?”

“I’m pregnant,” said Megan snappishly, voicing it aloud for the first time. She rubbed her face.

“Congrats?”

Megan’s moved her hands to massage the sides of her belly without really registering it. “Right,” she said, still red with embarrassment. “Fuck.” What had she done?

Hadn’t this been the fantasy? Yet there was something decidedly less erotic about living it, dealing with the fact that she was going to have an actual baby, by herself, with no plan. She should have called Sam but she was still paralyzed by fear.

“Megan, it’s okay,” Paige said, being uniquely kind.

Megan wasn’t sure why, but it helped a little.

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