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Summary: Holly has the ability to possess other people’s bodies. In a scheme of jealousy and revenge, Holly sabotages Faye by possessing her and making her act recklessly - including but not limited to binge-eating, exposure to weird experiments, consuming strange things, fertility drugs, etc. Contains: Female: pregnancy, breast expansion, belly expansion, birth denial, and more.

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Holly found herself once again fumbling on Faye’s window seat while occupying her cousin’s body.

She had the bowl of large boiled eggs set beside her. There had to be at least two dozen of them, and at present, she was perched back against a heap of pillows, legs spread as she awkwardly tried to navigate an egg between her thighs.

It was the perfect food to test out. She had boiled the eggs soft slathered them with butter so they were slippery and malleable. Holly knew this attempt was ludicrous, but she really had to find out what was really going on here.

After much of her awkward struggling, Holly managed to push the tip of the egg against her opening. Her eyes widened as she felt it sink through, just like the banana, slowly proceeding as she nudged it with her fingers. Eventually her fingers could no longer reach it; could no longer make contact. Holly could feel it continuing to migrate deeper, as though, somehow, this body was just sucking it in.

After that, Holly sat in silence, and mused. As with the banana incident, she felt somehow sated, like she had just eaten something. Which possibly meant that having Faye push food into her vagina was now somehow the equivalence to that. How bizarre. As it seemed, Holly had really messed up that last spell. Her mind ran in circles as she considered ways that she might be able to rectify this.

It was only then that Holly noticed, in all her squirming and fumbling, she had managed to shove the thin curtains open by several inches. It wasn’t a substantial gap, but it was enough to show off a good strip of her thigh. Grimacing and straining to push herself up, Holly looked out through the opening, across the courtyard, and flinched at what she saw.

Matt again! He was holding a watering can, unintentionally drowning a plant as he gawked.

The shock was enough to jolt Holly back into her own body. She gasped upright where her body had been slumped against a table in the library, hidden by some books. “For fucks sake,” Holly whispered under her breath, her hands balling into fists. This Matt guy was becoming an issue.

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Back in her apartment, Faye gasped awake as well. “What on earth…” she muttered as she looked around, from her position sprawled across her window seat, to the large bowl of boiled eggs beside her. This wasn’t the first time Faye had awoken to find herself somewhere unexpected, doing something odd. It was honestly becoming a regularity that Faye had so far attributed it to pregnancy hormones leaving her ditzy and dazed. Between this and her food intake issues, she was a mess lately.

Faye tiredly rubbed her face as she wondering what she had been doing with all these…boiled eggs?

Maybe I really am going insane, Faye thought miserably, her hand moving down to her belly, rubbing against the heavy mound. Pregnant with quints, and now having these weird blackouts. What a disaster. Faye didn’t even want to imagine what the future would look like for her. She had been stressing about having one baby—but five?There was no way she would be able to go on with college. She didn’t even know what she was going to say to her parents.

There was a knock on the door. Faye snapped out of her reverie, frowning in the direction of the noise. Who could that be so late at night?

She planted her feet against the floor, grimacing as she shifted herself to the edge of the bench. It was still hard to believe how big she was already. She swore, she looked due, even though she was only a couple of months along. Her hips were progressively widening while her backside grew fuller and rounder behind her. And her breasts had just gotten huge. They were EE-cups by now, tender and bloated, while her nipples were embarrassingly large, both thick and bulging out at least an inch. They were pink and tender, achy and sensitive, while starting to look like little teats protruding out from her huge breasts.

Faye tried not to think about her physical dilemmas. She gripped onto the table, and with a grunt, pushed herself up to her feet. She then waddled over to the door, and peeked through the peephole, surprised to find another student outside. She opened the door, just a little. “Hi?” Faye said questioningly.

“Hi…” said the guy. He was fidgety and looked terribly embarrassed.

Faye opened the door little wider. “Oh. You’re in my math class, right?”

“Yeah. Matt.”

The two stared at each other for a moment.

“Did you…need notes or something?” said Faye, leading.

“Er, well…I just wanted to…can I come in?”

The guy seemed really awkward. The opposite of threatening. Maybe he needed help or something. Faye sighed and gestured for him to enter. “Is there something wrong? Are you okay?”

Matt shoved his hands into his pockets. “Well, I mainly wanted to apologize, about the window thing. It wasn’t intentional. I’m working on a project for bio, and I actually spend a lot of time —”

“What window thing?”

Matt blinked at her. “Well — er — when I saw you.”

Faye shrugged. “I always leave the curtains open. Let’s the sun in.”

Matt was baffled.

“I guess you’ve been getting an eyeful of me waddling around the living room. I look like a cow.” She frowned down at her swollen body.

Matt sputtered. “Y-you look fine!” he insisted.

Faye ignored him. “Was that all?” She wandered back over to the bowl of boiled eggs, still trying to figure out where they had come from. Were they even edible? Had she, herself, made them? “Hm…” She was still entirely puzzled.

Matt trailed after her. “Well I…I saw you,” he repeated stupidly.

He really did seem like a nice guy, if a bit off. “I didn’t know we were neighbors. That’s cool, I guess.” Faye lifted the bowl.

“Did you…” Matt swallowed as Faye turned to face him again, his eyes darting between the bowl and her face. “Did you need…help?”

Her face brightened. “That’s really kind of you to ask, actually. I feel like I’m the only pregnant person at school. Hell, I probably am. It…hasn’t been easy. It’s actually kind of depressing sometimes. I’ve been having a lot of…well, issues,” Faye rambled, not quite sure why she was pouring her heart out to a stranger. It just felt…better, admittedly, than when she spoke to Holly, who just seemed to nod mechanically with the occasional punctuation of an eye roll.

“I could imagine,” Matt said, his voice a bit high. “I — I don’t know much about your, uh, condition, but I didn’t even know that was like, a thing.”

“You didn’t know what was a thing?”

Matt’s face caught fire. “Well, I saw — not vividly, you know, my window is like thirty feet away — but I saw the way you were, like, eatingthem, kind of. Like, you are putting them inside of you.” His face incrementally darkened until it was a nasty shade of puce.

Faye stared him. “What are you talking abo—”

“You were putting them up there,” Matt blurted, motioning towards her general pelvic area.

All was silent for a moment. Faye belatedly realized that her mouth was hanging open. “I…think you should go,” she said, finally.

Matt looked completely mortified. “Right,” he managed, hesitated, and shuffled for the door. “Sorry, I was, um…” but he didn’t finish whatever he was saying. He got out and the broke into a clumsy sprint.

Faye stared after him before she slowly closed the door. “What on earth…” She lightly shook her head at the strange encounter. Matt was clearly a disturbed young man.

Faye put the bowl of boiled eggs in her fridge and tried to put the strange evening behind her. She had too much nervous energy at that moment to go to sleep, so she curled up on the couch with her laptop and tried to watch some online videos, though the recent events just kept niggling at the back of her mind.

What was Matt on, anyway? Why would he say or even suggest such a thing? What a weirdo. He had accused her of shoving food up her — she couldn’t even thinkit. How bizarre. Disturbed. Unsanitary. The guy clearly needed to cut back on his drug experimentation.

…and yet Faye was squirming. She couldn’t stop thinking of it. The crazy concept of it. What kind of sick individual would do something like that to their own body?

Her groin was throbbing. Hot, tingling, seeming to pulse every time the idea crossed her mind.

Faye got up. She didn’t know why she found herself going back to the fridge, but she grabbed the bowl of peeled boiled eggs then waddled back over to the couch with it. She sat down, studying the contents; the sleek, greasy eggs.

Faye didn’t even think it was physically possible. So maybe she ought to disprove Matt’s ludicrous accusation.

As usual, when Faye regarded the food, she felt a great deal of hunger, yet no compulsion to put anything into her mouth. Her groin on the other hand…

Taking one of the eggs between her pointer finger and thumb, Faye leaned back on the couch. She spread her legs while perching her feet on the coffee table for leverage. With some awkward wiggling and fumbling, Faye navigated the egg under her dress towards her opening, allowing it to slide up along the inside of her thigh. Getting it in place was terribly awkward around the obstructiveness of her bump, but Faye managed, shivering as she finally brought the egg to her opening, and pressing it gently. This is so dumb, she thought, but then gasped, her face twisting as she added pressure.

Her body seemed somehow…almost…accepting of the food item, as the egg pushed through, squeezing into her opening, her fingers still pressing it despite her better judgment. A groan came up her throat. Faye pushed and the egg slid, slid all the way in, until finally her fingers could no longer make contact with the soft white flesh. The egg was gone, yet she could feel it continuing to move, her body pulling and swallowing it down. Faye was left gasping for breath.

“Goddesses,” she murmured, her free hand moving to cup her chin. That was…that was surreal. It was satisfying! She was sated somehow, her hunger not entirely gone, but no longer very intense. It was like she had eaten. Had she?

“This is crazy,” Faye spoke vacantly to no one. She sat there in silence, her mind reeling. In all her life, she had always known that it was absolutely inadvisable to shove food up there. But here she was, eating somehow.

Biting her bottom lip, Faye grabbed her laptop, pulling it over. She pulled up the directory for her math class, where it listed everyone’s emails and phone numbers. She scrolled through until she found the one she was looking for. Matt Pryce.

Drawing in a deep breath, Faye lifted her cell phone and dialed Matt’s number. He picked up after just a couple of rings.

“Hi…its Faye…um…can we talk?”

-

It had been a week or two since Holly had last taken possession of Faye’s body.

Holly was a bit preoccupied.

She frowned at her reflection that morning in her full-length bathroom mirror.

The sleepwalking was still an issue. Several times a week, Holly would wake up to find herself gorging in the kitchen. She had tried to stop keeping food at home, but it was difficult, being a college student and all. It wasn’t as though she could afford to continuously eat out.

And, as it so happened, her sleepwalking-self appeared to be fully capable of ordering in, as evidenced by the fast food wrappings Holly would find piled in her trash most mornings, as well as her rapidly decreasing checking account balance.

Even when she wasn’t sleepwalking, Holly found herself unable to control the desire to eat sugary snacks, and found herself frequently visiting the campus shops and vending machines, buying cookies, candy bars, and whatever other junk she could get her hands on. Holly had heard that sugar-addiction was a thing, but she had never thought she would susceptible to something so stupid and gross.

Holly tugged at her shirt. She had put on weight. Unpleasantly, and rapidly, her previously skinny body had filled out and now she had curves. Her hips were full and round, backside swollen and bulging out behind her. Her stomach was rounded and soft, thighs thicker and squishing together in the leggings she had on. Her boobs were just getting big. She was used to having tiny little A-cups that necessitated no support of bra, but now she had a pair of plump D-cups wobbling on her chest, stretching out her tops.

She didn’t look awful. She could even describe herself as voluptuous. Still, it was off-putting. This just wasn’t her. Somehow Holly’s slovenly habits while possessing Faye’s body had carried over into her own life.

“Fuck this,” Holly grumbled as she turned out of the bathroom and grabbed her purse and keys in the living room.

She would get her weight under control. Even if it necessitated a little bit of magic.