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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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She was inflating.

Seven plump babies were rapidly reaching full development inside of her. This was unheard of. Even twins pregnancies scarcely ever went to term.

“Nrrgghhhh…gooddddd…” Rachel groaned as her belly heaved in pulses. She gripped Lisa’s shoulders, squeezing into her. She didn’t have the capacity to register the horrified faces of the police and her parents standing there in shock, she was just too tight! Her pelvis felt ready to snap, babies shoving lower and deeper, ready to be born. There was a splash of fluid. Rachel wailed.

She was on her knees. Lisa had guided her there. Her belly was still shifting forward, yet contracting forcefully. “ERRRGHHHH…FUHHHH….” Thighs spread wide, Rachel dropped her ass against her ankles. Her belly was squashing her thighs, yet growing against them, shoving them wider, crushing into her legs then pressing on the floor between them. It was massive! She was attached to this thing and it was getting bigger than she was!

Another contraction. Rachel choked, an inhuman sound coming up her throat.

“Rachel!?” came her mother’s disturbed voice. The older woman’s face appeared in front of her, streaked with tears.

Rachel knew she looked absurd, deformed, and perhaps horrifying. But it was coming—something was coming! She heaved her ass up with a roar of effort so she was perched on quavering knees. A hand pressed into her back, offering support. She squeaked as a baby’s head jammed right against her opening. Her hands shot down, as though to contain it, but at her size, she was nowhere near reaching. “No, no, NRRGHHHHHHH!” she groaned in protest, as another contraction shoved it harder. It was so big! She was gonna tear!

“You’re doing great!” Lisa assured behind her.

“What the hell is this!?” Dad shouted. “SOMEONE CALL 911!”

Rachel started to black out, but another forceful contraction wrenched her right back into excruciating reality. She whined as she pushed, against her better judgment, sweat pouring down her body. Why her? Why this?

You started it, the thought reminded her.

“Oh godd, ohh fuckk…ahhhhhh….mmghhhhh…LISA!”

The head popped free in a startling burst of pain that made her momentarily see stars. The rest of the baby was rapidly shoved through by the sheer force of momentum and the babies waiting behind it.

“It’s a girl!” exclaimed Lisa delightedly.

Rachel could feel the next baby already starting to crown. Vision glazed, she stared up at Lisa who was happily cradling a plump, slimy newborn as she smiled down at Rachel.

“You’ve got this, Rache. Just six more.”

“WHAT!?” Mom cried in horror.

Rachel could feel the next contraction building inside her. She whined and struggled. “C-cant,” she croaked out.

But nothing was stopping this. Not god, not her parents, not Lisa, and not the remote itself.

Six more, Rachel accepted.

The next contraction came, and with a hoarse scream, she pushed.

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Altogether, they had nine babies.

They were lucky that Lisa had a fleet of servants or Rachel would have never gotten any sleep at all.

Despite that, there was seldom a moment that Rachel wasn’t nursing, burping, changing diapers, or rocking an infant sleep. It was a lot of work but Rachel was up to the challenge. Lisa would roll her eyes and chastise Rachel for being so hands-on, so “blue-collar.” Rachel found it an absurd way to characterize someone nurturing their own newborn children. It was kind of funny, but also rather concerning. Lisa was just so…above it all. She was certainly one-of-a-kind.

“You ready for this?” Lisa asked her one evening after they had put all the babies to bed.

They had discussed ways of destroying the remote, from dumping it into a vat of acid, to soaking it in lighter fluid. The option they settled on was a bit less dramatic.

“Can’t believe we’re finally doing this,” Rachel murmured as Lisa lifted the hammer.

With her free hand, Lisa flicked off the back cover on the remote, knocking the batteries onto the floor. She then put the device on the bureau, closing one eye as she aimed carefully.

It was odd, but Rachel felt a little nostalgic. A little sad. It didn’t make sense because the remote had only brought them both torment.

And yet it had brought them together. And somehow they had transcended the games, the resentment, the needs for vengeance and toxicity. All of that was in the past—childish and meaningless in hindsight. It had been a huge and hellish part of their lives for those weeks that they had used the remote against each other, but now it was over. The toxicity was gone. Inexplicably, the two women had become a healthy couple. And there was no going back.

Rachel crossed her arms against her decidedly softer body. She was more voluptuous than she had ever been in her life. Her belly was no longer gigantic, but still plump and rounded with excess weight. Her backside was still huge, breasts massive, hips wide, and face round. She had gone from a skinny, squirrely girl to this curvy, hyper-feminine figure, more feminine than Lisa, even. And her partner loved it.

“Should we go outside?” Rachel said but Lisa was already swinging the hammer.

Lisa smashed the remote fiercely. Splintered wood and broken pieces of plastic went flying. She slammed the remote again and again, until it was nothing more than bits of plastic and rubber buttons. The top of the bureau was wrecked, a ragged hole made in the fine Venetian design work.

It was finally over.

“Looks like we need a new dresser,” said Rachel.

Lowering the hammer, Lisa smiled back. “Come to bed.” She took Rachel’s hand.

Rachel took one more look at the fractured remains of the life-changing device. “Okay but we gotta sleep,” she said as Lisa pulled her closer, until their bodies were pressing, big tits squishing together.

“Right. Sleep.”

The remote had ruined everything. And it had created everything.

“I’m serious. We both have to study in the mm…”

Somehow, Rachel wouldn’t change a thing.

The End