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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 awoke to an ache of pressure in her core, her belly swelling as she clutched it by impulse, fidgeting and groaning, while it pushed against her lap. It grew steadily larger, shoving her breasts nearly up to her chin by the time the episode finally came to an end.

She was left flushed, gasping, and disoriented. Her face was red and sweaty. Rachel gave a panicked look around, finding a sleepy Lisa curled up on the couch beside her.

“Hey,” Lisa murmured as she sat up, rubbing her eye with her fist. “Oh…heh…I must have left that auto-setting on.”

Rachel was dizzy. Her gaze returned to her belly as she registered that she now had fivebabies squished inside of her. She cupped her abdomen, astounded by how truly massive it had grown. It overfilled her lap, practically pinning her there against the couch cushions. The thought of getting up was truly daunting. She just couldn’t believe how big she was. “I’m a cow,” Rachel whimpered, still breathing thinly. She spread her legs somewhat as they started going numb. Then she regretted her remark. She didn’t need to give Lisa anymore ideas about altering her.

“A cute cow,” Lisa countered playfully, allowing her pointer and middle fingers to crawl across Rachel’s heaving mass. “God, you’re so big, Pilgrim. Just how big are you gonna get?”

She kept asking that, as though Rachel had any say in the matter. Rachel groaned as she felt that pressure again, that shove deep in her pelvis. It was frightening. It felt like a baby might just start coming! They were so heavy on her loins, she felt like she could just start pushing. She felt on the cusp of labor. Rachel fidgeted, determined to resist, but it was just so much pressure and weight, her muscles twitching in dissent. Yet she knew couldn’t actually give birth to these things! She had to hold on!

“God, you look so ripe,” Lisa remarked with manic glee as she got up and appraised Rachel while tugging the remote out of her waistband. “You’re just so fucking big, Pilgrim. Do you think it’s time? Ninth month? You ready to push those big babies out of your cute little —”

“NO!” Rachel blurted as Lisa’s thumb hovered over a button. “No, I just…” She was so breathless she could hardly get words out. “Not yet. Just…not yet…” Rachel managed, desperately rubbing what she could reach her swell. There was no going back from nine months. Five babies kicked, cuffed, and wriggled inside of her. It was all so overwhelming. She was buried beneath this hot, throbbing, ball of life. She felt like a beached whale. “Goddd...” Her insides shivered.

“Not ready?” Lisa inquired. “Why, did you want more?”

Rachel’s protest was lost on her tongue because this time it was just too much! It was like Rachel had reached some unknown capacity, because her abdomen shuddered forcefully, as if contracting. The pressure made Rachel feel like she could burst. She could physically feel another fetus shoving its way inside her from nothing, shoving it siblings aside. And consequently, she grew.

Rachel threw her head back screamed, clutching her side as her belly pushed out, veins rising on her forehead while sweat poured down her face. She descended to choked whimpers, then overwhelming dizziness, as she just struggled to breathe against her straining body. “Hoooo…haaahhhh…hahhhhh…” she breathed as her nipples squirted. Her belly resembled a beach ball in size and she now had six babies packed inside of her.

It was only after Rachel no longer felt like she was going to pass out from a lack of oxygen, that she was aware again of her surroundings, and the noises, specifically. The giggles. Lisa was laughing hysterically, folded over, clutching her stomach. God, she was deranged.

“Okay,” Rachel cut in, her skin red and hot and her vision was blurry around the edges. The room spinning but she forced out words between her gasping breaths, “okay. Point made. You got me.” She was fed up.

Lisa shook her head at Rachel, still grinning ear to ear. Her laughter settled, slowly, as she wiped some stray tears. “You really still think this is a game? A lesson?” Then Lisa pulled out the remote, and distinctly pressed the UP arrow.

Rachel whined, having too little energy to scream. She whimpered like an animal, sobbing and drooling as her belly grew yet more, throbbing and shifting, like a beast trying to escape her. It was painful! For a moment, her vision went white, and she could see nothing, before things darkened to grim reality, then darkened some more. She saw a flash of Lisa’s smug expression and Rachel was beyond negotiating. This just needed to end. It needed to be over!

Rachel was dimly aware that she was screaming again. She was tight to bursting—too tight! She couldn’t breathe! She was screaming and pleading, begging to just birththese things. She was gonna tear, gonna explode! She couldn’t take the pressure, she couldn’t contain it all! Rachel wailed as her belly gave a forceful shudder.

“Be quiet! Shut up!” Lisa snapped. “The neighbors are gonna call the cops!” Lisa race out of the room, returning a few moments later with something clutched in her fist.

She pressed her hand to Rachel’s mouth, shoving something between Rachel’s lips — pills. Rachel choked them back, and her mind grew heavier. She sank back into darkness.

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Rachel gasped awake, flailing her arms a little, because she was drowning, she was—!

She blinked around, feeling terribly lethargic. She was submerged in warm water. She was in a…bath…yes, a large bath that was high, with the water going almost to the tops of her shoulders. The pulsing of the jets on her skin was at least a distraction from the less comfortable sensations littering her flesh. Rachel blinked around the expansive bathroom.

She didn’t feel nearly as bad as before, at least. There was no longer that acute terror that something was about to tear out of her navel like in some alien horror film. Rachel wondered how she had gotten here. She remembered…Lisa had given her something. A drug. And then Rachel had passed out.

Rachel shifted a little, only then realizing how small this space was, as her belly prodded gently into a tub wall. She moaned quietly and sank back, letting her head rest on the tiles behind her. She didn’t want to move. She wasn’t sure she even could. Rachel remembered her substantial growth in recent hours as she glided her hands over the broad shape distorted beneath the water. Her belly.

“You’re awake.”

Rachel opened eyes she hadn’t realized had drifted closed. She looked up at Lisa standing there before here. Lisa was wearing a pair of cute pajama shorts and a little tank top that showed off her impressive cleavage, her feet tucked into some fluffy flip-flops.

“It must’ve taken every servant in this house to drag your ass to that tub,” Lisa remarked dully. “God Pilgrim, I had no idea what a drama queen you were.”

Rachel didn’t respond, she just made a humming noise. It seemed like too much energy to move her lips at that point. And she was sort of resigned. The water was nice.

“I see you’re enjoying my late Nana’s walk-in tub.”

Again, Rachel hummed.

“Do get dressed, Pilgrim. You’ve already been in here for two hours and I wasn’t sure if you’d managed to drown yourself. Meet me in the kitchen.”

As she listened to Lisa walk off, Rachel vaguely noticed that her eyes had fallen shut again. This really did feel nice. Even though she was awfully hot.

It was easy enough to find the drain cover with her foot. She pulled it off and enjoyed the chill that spread from her neck downwards as the water level slowly descended.

Getting up wasn’t easy. Initially, Rachel wasn’t sure that she could. Once the water had drained completely, she was astounded by the expanse of her belly. It was justso big. It took her several attempts to heave herself off the tub chair, leaning on the tiles, gripping at a bar. But finally she was standing, face contorted from the sheer weight of her mass, the pressure on her pelvis, the strange twinges deep in her loins.

At least it was no longer painful. Her mound was still terribly pressurized, but no longer felt on the brink of bursting. She shuffled, at a snail’s pace, on the large rug laid across the floor. Somehow she managed to navigate her limbs into the clothes left out for her. A T-shirt, a pair of shorts, and some slippers.

Rachel crossed paths with a large full-length mirror, and found herself freezing to stare at her reflection.

She hardly recognized herself.

Looking back at her was a woman with a round face and thick, wavy, forest green hair that went down her back. A T-shirt strained to pull over a pair of round, volleyball-sized breasts perched high on her chest. A huge belly protruded out beneath the hem of the top. It was just massive, so huge that it hardly seemed real and certainly didn’t look like it belonged. It practically dwarfed her, resembling a small boulder where it protruded from her torso. Despite her thick thighs, plump hips, and the fat jutting swell of her backside, which all contributed to a hyper-voluptuous image, Rachel’s belly was still immense on her.

She could feel it. The sheer weight. Rachel could hardly walk, muscles straining to support her massive form. She had to lean hard against any wall or fixture along her path. She was red and gasping as she proceeded slowly down the corridor in a slow wobble, just struggling to get one foot in front of the other.

When Rachel finally got to the kitchen, her belly brushed against either side of the door frame. The thought that she could get too big to fit through doorways was certainly unsettling. But Rachel supposed it didn’t make much of difference. She was already a prisoner, if not to Lisa, then to her own body.

She thought of the fear and horror Lisa must have gone through when she experienced this herself, at Rachel’s hand. Worse, she’d had no idea what was going on.

“Finally decided to show up,” Lisa drawled, her eyes trailing up and down Rachel’s ludicrous body. “I had you hooked you up to a nutritional IV overnight. I think it might have helped soften things a little. Don’t say I never did you any favors.”

Rachel had made it over to the table, and was gripping onto the back of one of the heavy chairs there as she took a moment to catch her breath. It was hard to focus on anything other than the squirming movements of the seven babies crammed inside of her. Every time she tried to relax, there was an unexpected sensation. She hummed as her flesh gently pushed out a good deal at the front. Then her mass as a whole gave an unexpected jump, causing her to grunt out, clutching it.

“What do you say, Pilgrim?” said Lisa, rapt gaze on Rachel’s belly. “Some breakfast then more shopping?”

Rachel knew that this was just going to go on and on, and on. Nothing would change. Not unless she changed.

She was so breathless and dazed, she hadn’t noticed the trail of spittle had begun to slide out from the corner of her mouth. Lightly shaking herself out of her reverie, Rachel wiped it away with the back of her hand. She was pregnant with sevenbabies; enough for a basketball team with two subs. Her belly lurched visibly, then quivered, causing her to groan and hunch somewhat. She cupped a gentle bulge, maybe a head, several inches to the right of her navel.

Her groin was throbbing. It felt packed. Ready. It felt like something could crown at any moment. She was just so heavy and so full, fighting the impulse to push despite not being in labor. Fighting the pressure and force of babies trying to escape her over-packed body.

It was finally time to accept what she deserved. “Do it,” Rachel panted. She managed to step away from the chair. “I’m r-ready.”

Lisa’s eyes widened. “You’re serious?”

Rachel nodded.

Lisa slowly closed in, cupping Rachel’s face. Lisa had to press herself against Rachel’s mass while standing on her tiptoes to lean over the mound and plant a soft kiss on Rachel’s lips.

As Lisa stepped back, her hands slid down, now cupping Rachel’s belly. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”

“I’m sorry,” Rachel managed, drained.

“Thank you,” Lisa said, earnestly.

Lisa took Rachel’s hands. Even with Rachel’s arms extended, her belly was still pressing against Lisa’s torso. Rachel gave a fatigued little chuckle.

Then Lisa took out the remote. “Nine months then.”

Rachel weakly nodded.

Just as Lisa scrolled through to the MONTHS setting, and finally pressed the UP arrow—9—the side door burst open, and several cops rushed into the room, with them, Rachel’s parents.

Rachel threw her head back and screamed.