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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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“I’ve got the cutest outfit in mind,” Lisa said.

It turned out being a pair of jeans shorts and a tube top. Rachel couldn’t even get the button on the shorts closed. The tube top stretched over her honeydew-sized breasts while showing off a generous amount of plump cleavage. It didn’t cover much of her belly at all.

Rachel awkwardly tried to address the issue at hand. “Do you really think this is okay for school?”

“Of course,” Lisa drawled back as she typed away on her phone. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

Rachel felt her heart sink. Though they had been getting along, it hadn’t changed much. Yet Rachel didn’t want to jeopardize their tenuous amiability, so she didn’t complain. Instead she forced a smile. “Great.”

It was odd that, large as her breasts had become, they didn’t necessitate a bra. Sitting shelved on her belly, they were almost too round, to an uncomfortable degree. Rachel knew what that meant. They were engorged. Full of milk. She had felt the pressure gradually increasing as her flesh grew incrementally hotter. It was only a matter of time before it started spilling free again. But she tried not to think about it.

Besides, Rachel had bigger problems. She waddled heavily as she followed Lisa out to the car. Her belly was bigger, tighter, and heavier than it had been yesterday. Her burden had been doubled, a whole baby added to her abdomen. She was now eight months pregnant with twins. Maybe if she stayed on Lisa’s good side, this wouldn’t go any farther.

Rachel’s thighs rubbed together. They were thicker, her backside fuller. Her body was more voluptuous in general. She wasn’t sure if it was a left over consequence of Lisa’s interference, or if her body was just developing to complement the pregnancy. Rachel was almost certain that her belly was subtly growing on its own now, even when the remote wasn’t playing a part. As though the pregnancy was just progressing, and babies getting larger with all the calories Rachel was being forced to consume.

“You ready?” Lisa grinned as they pulled into the student parking lot.

Lisa continued to delight in Rachel’s humiliation. Not that Rachel was surprised. Rachel was still trying to decide whether coming back to school was an improvement over being dragged all over the city, her body being shown off to anyone in sight.

“Sure,” said Rachel weakly. “Should be…fun.”

It wasn’t.

Rachel panted heavily as she walked through the hallways, watching her breasts quake with every heavy step she made forward. Unsurprisingly, everyone was staring at her. Some even appeared to have expected the spectacle of her obscene appearance. A few students took pictures with their phones, one even live streaming.

“Rachel Pilgrim is back — pregnant!? Not sure how this is possible. I’m getting serious Lisa flashbacks. I’m still trying to figure out if this is another crazy costume. I mean, it looks real. Are we all being duped? Am I going crazy? Is there something in the water here at West High!? What’s going on?”

Rachel stared at the ground, cheeks flushed in mortification. She didn’t know how to explain herself. She didn’t have to. And so, she resolved not to.

The whole crowd trailed her, pointing, muttering, and giggling.

Thankfully, they could not follow her to History. By then, she was breathless just from navigating her large body around the school. Rachel made her way to a desk in the back, arms wrapped around her belly, trying to cover the exposed skin that wasn’t nearly contained in the skimpy top. All her classmates stared at her, their faces baffled, amused, or just blank.

Rachel attempted to get herself behind her desk. It was the type of desk where the table was attached to the chair. She fumbled and squeezed, but her belly was too big, and didn’t fit with the rest of her body. She managed to get herself seated sideways, sort of at the edge of the chair, practically teetering forward. Rachel was contemplating if she could get through class, awkwardly wedged there, sideways, when the teacher, Mr. Peters, walked inside.

“Today we are going to be discussing World War II,” he started as he scribbled some indecipherable chicken scratch on the chalkboard. He threw a glance over his shoulder at the class, then froze, dropping his chalk. “P-Pilgrim?”

“Hi, uh…” Rachel twisted her fingers in an awkward wave. She couldn’t think of anything else to say, so just trailed into silence.

Mr. Peters fully faced the class to gape at her. The other students craned their necks to join him in staring at Rachel.

Finally, Mr. Peters’ stupor lifted. He lightly shook himself. “P-principals office! Now!”

Rachel went beet red. “Right,” she managed, completely mortified. With effort, she dislodged herself from the desk, and pushed herself up to a standing position. “S-sorry,” she stammered, fruitlessly trying to tug down her top, though this just made more of her cleavage become exposed. She took a moment to catch her breath as she frowned down at her swollen body.

Rachel’s lips parted as something unexpected started to happen. A tension…her nipples started to tense, then extend. Her face twisted as they became erect, but also started swelling, getting larger as she groaned and reddened. What the hell? Her nipples rapidly doubled, then tripled in size, pushing forward as though to tunnel through her shirt. “Oh my god!” Rachel cried as both her breasts tightened, then milk rapidly seeped into her top. It made the stretchy material all the tighter, practically pasted to her, so she might as well have been nude by how to defined her curves became. The whole thing was just obscene! She whimpered, trying to cover her nipples with her hands, but they were unbelievably sensitive! She shrieked, and pulled her hands away.

Mr. Peters gobsmacked. It took him a moment to regain himself, and when he did, he was furious. “Out!” he shrieked.

Rachel waddled for the door as fast as her swollen body would allow. Her breasts wobbled, the mounds feeling as though they were pulsating. The sensation of her now-huge nipples was practically dizzying and she felt weak in the knees.

She was huffing and puffing for air by the time she made it out the classroom door and into the hallway. She leaned heavily on the wall, groaning and whimpering. Her hands slid back towards her chest but didn’t dare make contact. The sound of laughter beside her made her to freeze.

Rachel slowly looked up to see Lisa standing on the opposite side of the doorframe, shaking with silent giggles.

“That was hilarious!” Lisa said.

“You—s-saw it?”

“What do you think?” Lisa grinned, lifting the remote to wave it. “Just a little practical joke. I didn’t think Peters would kick you out!” she choked on her last word, covering her mouth against another round of laughter.

Of course it was Lisa. That should have been obvious. “M-my—t-they’re—” Rachel motioned to her nipples. “—the size of golf balls!” she hissed, her cheeks burning.

Lisa took a moment to gather her composure before she straightened, clearing her throat. “Yeah.” She licked her lips, eyes trailing over Rachel’s chest. “Super weird. Kind of in a fun way.” She leered.

The nerve! Rachel’s chest was heaving. She could hear her blood rushing in her ears. She wanted to snap. But somehow she managed to keep a cool head. “It’s a bit…much,” said Rachel.

“I like…much,” Lisa countered softly.

Rachel closed eyes and drew in a deep breath, praying for patience. When she opened her eyes again, Lisa was back to peeking into the classroom through a small crack where the door had not fully closed. Rachel could hear Mr. Peters harshly reprimanding the class as students struggled to contain whispers and giggles. Sighing, Rachel pushed herself off the wall, held her belly, and began to waddle forward, grimacing from the discomfort. She was never going to get used to any of this.

“Where you going?” Lisa asked.

“Didn’t you hear? I was sent to the principal’s office,” Rachel didn’t look back as she made her way down the hall.

The short trip seemed to take forever, and by the time she got to the main office, she felt completely flustered and out of breath. She wished he had something to cover herself up properly. At least something to cover her nipples. Instead she was left there, with her ridiculous chest, and her huge, protruding belly. The receptionist, Mrs. Keegan’s, eyes nearly popped out of her skull as Rachel hauled herself into the waiting area.

“I was sent by Mr. Peters to see the principal,” Rachel got straight to the point, holding the wall for balance. Her other hand slid to her straining back.

“A-and you are…?”

“It’s me. Rachel.” Rachel was on the student council, and interacted with Mrs. Keegan regularly enough that the woman certainly knew her name.

“Rachel? Rachel Pilgrim!?”

“Er…yeah.”

Mrs. Keegan picked up the phone beside her. “Rachel…Rachel Pilgrim is here to see you,” she said faintly, then hung up. The woman then proceeded to just ogle Rachel in an uncomfortable silence. Rachel squirmed uncomfortably, wishing to shrink, but she only seemed to do the opposite these days. Blow up like some crude blimp. It was a perfect punishment for someone as shy as she was. Lisa knew as much.

Past the reception desk, the door to the principal’s office swung open. “Pilgrim? Come on in,” principal Watkins called before he properly laid eyes on her. When he did, his jaw went slack.

Hugging her abdomen, Rachel waddled past the principal and into his office as he exchanged an alarmed look with Mrs. Keegan.

Rachel eased herself down in the chair opposite the desk. The fit was snug, but comfortable enough.

Dr. Watkins slowly took his own seat to face her, his face concerned. He interlocked his fingers and appraised her for a moment, eyes pinned to her huge heaving belly, then flickering briefly to the breasts straining the tube top she had on, and massive bulging nipples still leaking there. Finally, lifted his gaze to her eyes as he awkwardly cleared his throat. “This is unlike you, Pilgrim. You have been a top student as long as I’ve known you. And what even…well, this costume is…quiterealistic,” he remarked.

“It’s n-not a costume sir,” Rachel responded. “It j-just happened out of nowhere. I—I think it’s a growth spurt?” She knew how implausible and ridiculous this sounded, but she hadn’t come up with a more convincing explanation.

Dr. Watkins stared at her for another long moment, the confusion and alarm on his face only exacerbating. Finally, he stuttered out, “I d-don’t know what kind of games you’re playing —”

“It’s not a game,” Rachel insisted.

“Well, I’m going to have to call your parents.”

Oh god! “Please don’t!”

“They don’t know about all this?”

The thought was panic-inducing. Rachel fumbled and struggled, then remembered to grip the arms of the chair. But just as she managed to heave her swollen body up to a standing position, that sensation hit her again. This time in her core. “Oh god…” she groaned, hugging herself. Lisa was relentless. Rachel grunted as her belly began to shudder forward, advancing and widening, ballooning outward. The weight and pressure intensified as it was filled more, pushing and stretching, as she arched and moaned. One hand gripped the back of the chair as the other held her swell as her breasts were shoved higher while the hem of her shorts were pushed lower. Finally the growth spurt ended, and Rachel was left gasping for breath, sweat pouring down her forehead. “God,” she puffed out, only then noticing that her waves of thick hair had turned a forest green color.

Dr. Watkins was sitting there with his mouth wide open and didn’t seem to be breathing. He blinked several times, then his eyes darted around, like he thought he was going crazy. Belately, he scrambled back, falling out of his chair.

“I—ohhhhh—I have to go,” Rachel managed, her eyes tearing from the strain of the recent growth. She waddled heavily for the door, trying to balance the sharp increase of weight on her pelvis. The tube top was practically rendered a bandeau, her bare belly fully exposed on her comparatively small frame.

“Oh god, oh fuck,” Rachel chanted, as she plowed her way through the main office, Mrs. Keegan giving a choked noise as Rachel moved as fast as her pregnant body would allow. Rachel burst into the hallway where Lisa was unsurprisingly waiting, looking smug.

“What the fuck!?” Rachel blurted.

Lisa snickered. “I take it you met baby number three?” She walked over, petting Rachel’s belly. “Was Watkins shocked? Did he piss himself? Did he faint, oh, tell me fainted?”

“I—I can’t do this,” Rachel backed away. She needed to breathe. So she dragged herself down the hall, her stride somewhere between a waddle and a stagger. She didn’t know if Lisa was pursuing her, but pushed her way into an empty classroom, moaning wearily. She went to the teacher’s desk, gripping onto it as she arched and groaned, marveling at how huge her belly was. So…tight. It looked wider than the rest of her. She didn’t think she could take anymore. “Nrggghhhh….” It was just so much. So much weight, and tension, and baby.