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Idea submitted by Iluvfoodbabies: Pregnancy denial. A college freshman is conned into becoming an unwilling participant in a surrogacy experiment. She's forced to carry octuplets to term while simultaneously more than doubling her bodyweight. The senior college student forces the freshman to eat nonstop and keeps the girl oblivious. Feedee/ feeder relationship, massive pregnancy, multiples, weight gain

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“Thanks again for mentoring me,” Amy said as she squeezed another swirl of icing onto one of the large cupcakes lined up on the counter. They were in one of the culinary arts classrooms. It had plenty of food supplies, counter space, several ovens, and two industrial refrigerators. Amy felt as though she spent most of her time here lately. As a freshman, she was eager to do well in the program.

“When I saw that you placed first in professor Kent’s Euro contest, I knew that I had to have you,” Sarah responded with a wink and a grin, causing Amy to blush and chuckle.

Sarah was a senior in the Culinary Arts program, and was due to graduate top of her class in the coming spring. Amy had thought she’d died and gone to heaven after Sarah had offered to take her under her wing.

“Oh, it wasn’t a big deal. None of the greats wanted to participate this year. Well, you didn’t.”

“I’ve already won the last three years. Thought I’d give some new blood a chance,” said Sarah, as she completed the dozen cupcakes with a customized candy ornament atop of each. The cupcakes were three different flavors — vanilla, chocolate, and pumpkin, to celebrate the fall. Each was adorned with a different glaze, icing, or whipped topping. “They look good, but how do they taste…” Sarah murmured, seeming troubled.

“Only one way to find out,” said Amy as she absently rested her hands on her apron and the rounded curve of her belly beneath it. The “freshman fifteen” had been no joke. Amy had put on a good deal of weight since starting college, though worrying about it was somewhere on her priority list under perfecting her recipe for her Ingredient Functionality class and finishing up her paper for Food Business Leadership.

“I honestly don’t know what I’d do without you, the way my sinuses are acting up,” Sarah went on. “Can’t taste a thing.”

“I’m just honored that you trust my opinion,” said Amy with a grin as she lifted up a lovely flower-adorned cupcake. They had injected a rich pudding filling in this one.

“I need you to try them all,” said Sarah, now looking quite serious. The college senior was always so tense about her grades. Sarah had very high standards for herself, and would make an amazing chef one day, Amy was certain of it. “They all have to be perfect. This recipe needs to get me an A for my midterm.”

“You have nothing to worry about,” Amy said as she took a large bite out of the cupcake. As always, Sarah’s food was faultless. Sweet, buttery, decadent, and fluffy. Sarah could do no wrong. Regardless, Amy dutifully ate through the chocolate cupcake, exploring the texture and flavor, making sure that nothing was off. Once she finished, she gave Sarah a thumbs up as she lifted a pumpkin caramel cupcake. One down, eleven to go.

Sarah beamed as the odd feeling of fullness in Amy’s belly steadily intensified.

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“I just can’t believe how much weight I’m putting on,” Amy murmured as she habitually cupped her swell.

“Well you needed some meat,” Sarah responded jokingly. “You were practically a twig at the start of term.”

Amy chuckled and rolled her eyes, complacent as always towards her mentor.

Sarah’s plan was working.

Amy was so obsessed with doing well in the Culinary program, she didn’t see the way Sarah was using her.

Few people knew that Sarah was a double-major. She was studying Culinary Arts as well as Biology, the former being more of a front, and the latter being her true passion.

And in an interesting twist, she was combining the two for her latest experiment.

For months, Sarah had been drugging Amy with a variety of things including fertility drugs, appetite enhancers, sedatives, and more. The sedatives came in handy when she needed to perform minor procedures or tests on the younger college student. Months earlier, Sarah had performed an insemination procedure, and had successfully impregnated Amy with eight.

Eight babies!

It was a rare achievement, and Sarah could feel herself salivating every time Amy showed up looking a little rounder or little plumper. The two girls were constantly cooking and baking together, and Sarah had Amy to eat every single thing.

They worked on recipes in early hours of the morning, or late at night, getting in as much “practice” as possible, to the point that Amy was frequently yawning. Yet she still ate every bite of whatever they prepared. All day and night, shoveling dishes and pastries down her throat and into her growing belly.

As she kneaded some dough, a small belch came up Amy’s throat. She blushed and pressed her lips. Sarah could see the way her rounded belly was prodding against the edge of the counter. “Excuse me,” Amy said in clear embarrassment, laying a hand on her chest, and not for the first time, Sarah marveled at how big Amy’s boobs were getting. Amy had been completely flat-chested at the start of this, but now she had a pair of round C-cups sitting high on her chest, nipples swollen and bulging visibly even under the apron she had on.

Sarah belatedly caught herself staring and gave a warm smile. “How’s that pizza dough coming along?”

Amy smiled back. “Not bad.”

No, not bad at all.

-

“It’s still not right,” Sarah complained as she tasted the fudge sauce, which was admittedly perfect, just like all the things Sarah made.

“I think it’s pretty good…” said Amy.

They had made an excessive amount of the fudge. About a gallon of it in their ongoing efforts to make the perfect embellishment for the chocolate soufflé Sarah was putting together for another upcoming Confectionery exam.

“This can’t be like any other fudge, Amy, this has to be flawless,” Sarah retorted. “You know how competitive this program is. You know how hard it is to get a job as a chef these days. It’s not enough to be okay, it has to be—”

“Exceptional. Yes, you’re right. Sorry,” Amy responded.

Sarah sighed, her shoulders sagging. “It’s alright. I do get crazy sometimes. It’s late and you know how I stress out about tests.”

Amy gave a half smile. “Let’s start over. From the beginning.”

Sarah pretended to hesitate as she looked at the clock. “We might have to pull an all-nighter.”

“Whatever it takes. We’re gonna get this right.”

Sarah nodded in satisfaction. She had her mentee trained well. “Let’s clean up, then. We can’t let it go to waste.” She gestured to the huge bowl of fudge sauce.

“Right,” said Amy, hesitating.

But then she lifted the huge bowl of fudge sauce, brought it to her lips, and started chugging.

The sauce was packed with butter, sugar, oil, cocoa, heavy cream, and yet more appetite enhancing and weight gain drugs, as well as agents to promote growth in fetuses. It was thick and heavy and must have taken true effort for Amy to pack it in.

Sarah stood back and watched, trying to contain her glee as Amy’s throat worked. Some of the chocolate escaped her lips, trickling from the corners, and down her chin. She drank and drank, emptying the fudge down her throat, her belly heaving and rising, as though growing at that very moment. She didn’t even question it, she just saw it as normal by then. These binges.

When Amy finished, she slowly lowered the bowl, looking a little sick. She wiped her face on the back of her hand, but only managed to smear chocolate across her cheek. A large belch came up her throat. She belatedly covered her mouth, blushing deeply.

“Right, then,” said Sarah, a little breathless. She licked her lips. “Onto the next batch.”

“Yeah,” Amy managed, gripping the counter, her face flushed, nose wrinkled in discomfort. She looked at term by then with one child, ready to give birth at any moment. Didn’t she wonder why her belly was so full and round, or why her bellybutton had popped outward by then?

Amy groaned as she slid one hand down to clutch it. “I just…need a minute.” She began to untie her apron.

“Amy…” Sarah groused.

“Just a minute!” Amy forced out, doffing the apron as she panted.

Sarah stared. Under the apron, Amy looked even bigger. She looked like she could have been due with twins, her belly bulging prominently, stretching out her blouse, where diamonds as flesh had began to push out between the buttons. “Oh no, not again,” Amy murmured as she wrapped her arms around the mass, as though this wasn’t the first time she had abruptly outgrown an article of clothing. “So…tight…”

Sarah couldn’t resist, “You’re worried about your weight when our grades are at stake?”

Amy just groaned. Shelved on her belly were two plump DD-cup breasts. They were really surging. Her whole body in general was taking on a thick layer of fat, her cheeks rounder, shoulders softer, thighs thick and squishing together, while her hips and backside had gotten extremely full and round, butt bulging out behind her, hips almost unnaturally curvaceous.

“That feels better,” Amy breathed, arching and sweating, perhaps cooler now that the apron was off. “Okay… I’m ready. Let’s go.”

“Batch number three,” Sarah said as she pulled a fresh bag of cocoa out of a cupboard.

-

It was hard to believe how much Amy had transformed in only the span of months. She had been a skinny little farm girl, eager to please, keen to learn. She was complacent. She did what she was told.

And now she was top of her class. She credited all her academic success to her senior mentor. “Sarah is tough, but she really looks out for me,” Amy would say.

Sarah watched from the doorway as Amy put the final touches on a garlic shrimp bake in her Seafood Fabrication course. She sprinkled some herbs. Placed the basil just right.

Then something unexpected happened. Fluid started to splatter against the bake, all harsh and inelegant, distorting the perfectly plated dish with unseemly moisture.

Amy yelped and pulled herself away, chubby hands clutching at the round, fat, GG-cups on her chest. Her nipples were hugely swollen. Sarah could tell by the way they bulged hard against the top Amy was wearing, fabric damp, pasted against her, making everything all the more prominent. Oh god, Sarah thought in amazement. She’s lactating.

“S-Sorry,” Amy stammered as the other students stared at her, either looking concerned or daunted. Even the professor appeared stunned. “I-I don’t know why this is happening.” Amy started rambling about some hormone imbalance she suspected. Every so often, she would pause to groan or wince.

The labor-delaying drugs Sarah had been dosing Amy with lately weren’t faultless. Amy still had minor contractions every now and then.

The hour mark hit and the professor awkwardly dismissed the class. Amy lingered by her station, attempting to catch her breath. People continued to throw her odd glances, and who could blame them? She was absolutely massive.

Amy’s original bodyweight had more than doubled, maybe even tripled. Her belly was a massive dome, larger than a beach ball, as it pressed into the counter. She could hardly reach the dishes she was working on.

She certainly couldn’t encircle her belly with her arms anymore. Sarah had seen her attempt it, and fail every time. Amy was just huge. From her gigantic belly, to her honeydew-sized breasts, plump thighs, swollen ass, and everything else. She was a whale!

Amy groaned, arching and clutching her belly as it shuddered with another low-grade contraction, and the classroom emptied out. She pressed it harder into the counter, so desperate for any support she could get. Sarah could hardly comprehend how the girl could support it anymore. She would be bedbound soon, that was for sure. Any day now.

Amy’s phone started ringing. She managed to lift it to her ear. “Nrrgghhh…hi mom,” she managed, even despite her discomfort and preoccupation. Her free hand rubbed what she could reach of her shuddering belly. “Just…mngghh…getting out of class. I’m doing great, how are you?” She tried to shift the conversation away from herself, the selfless sweetheart that she was. Perhaps she was just trying to avoid the issue at hand. Not that she acknowledged there was an issue. Amy had been playing the denial game for quite some time.

Sarah finally decided to step inside and approach. She gave Amy an insistent look and motioned for her to wrap up the phone call.

“Mom, I gotta go. Study session. Yeah, I know you think I’m working too hard, but you won’t be complaining when I’m bringing in the big bucks.” She forced a breathy chuckle. “Talk to you later, love you.”

As Amy hung up, Sarah raised the large container she had in her arms.

“Confectionery again?” Amy gasped out. She was shifting her hips, scrunching her face, babies practically desperate to push out of her overripe body. She grunted as her belly gave another shiver.

“Of course. You know it’s my worst subject.”

“Sarah, you’re acing everything,” Amy reminded her.

Sarah flashed a smile. “Nevertheless, I need you to sample this ricotta cheesecake I’m working on.”

Amy waddled after her as they headed across the hall to a student lounge, Amy moving at a painfully slow pace and struggling with every step. Panting and sweating, and gripping at anything she could reach, she dutifully proceeded forward. She was carrying eight healthy, full-term babies, and Sarah was so delighted with the experiment she almost didn’t want to end it.

In the lounge, Amy slowly eased herself down on the couch, groaning as her weight sunk against her, practically pinning her there. She fidgeted and clutched her belly as it visibly pulsated, breasts pressing into her chin in her position. Her nipples were so big and swollen, they looked like they would start leaking again at any moment.

Sarah peeled the cover off the huge container then shoved it over to Amy. “Let me know what you think.”

Amy didn’t even inquire about utensils. She simply stuck her hand into the massive cake and scooped some up. Handful after handful, she gorged the cake at rapid speed, shoving it into her mouth, hardly chewing before she gulped it down, and her belly swelled.

Sarah was really warming up to Culinary Arts.