Bad Roommate, Part 7 - Female Version (Patreon)

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Note: This is a female version of Bad Roommate.

Summary: Violet’s roommate secretly doses her with experimental drugs, causing Violet’s stomach to progressively transform into a giant breast. Violet is oblivious and horrified as to what is happening to her body. In the meantime, her roommate secretly documents the transformation. Contains: Female: belly expansion, breast expansion, belly-breast, and more.

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She looked as though she was overdue with triplets. Her belly resembled a muffin top in the way it crowned and bulged over the opening of the tub, not able to fit in with the rest of her. She groaned and panted helplessly, her hand fumbling, trying to reach for the pump. She was just so full.

Violet grabbed the pump off the floor. Her mass heaved with her heavy breathing. Somehow the C-cups on her chest looked comparatively small as they jiggled there.

Violet fumbled with the pump. She could hardly fit it over her massive belly-nipple, but she managed to align the suction attachment to the small crease in the center of her nipple where the main opening was.

Violet turned the pump on. She released a relieved whimper as it started to suck, drawing milk out of her swollen gut. God, it felt good, it felt so good. She moaned and arched, tightening her abdominal muscles, desperately trying to shove the milk out. It was just too much. It started to gush, overflowing the suction attachment, which in turn started to slip. Violet moaned and grasped onto it, holding it in place the best she could. It pumped and pumped, her milk gushing through the tube as she gasped for breath. But then there was a sputtering noise. The machine beeped. Violet opened her eyes.

The machine was jammed. With trembling fingers, Violet reached down and massaged the tubing. The beeping stopped and the machine began to work, as it went back to sucking. Violet gasped and leaned back, but then the machine sputtered again. The beeping noise resumed.

"Crap," Violet groaned, starting to massage the hose again, but this time it didn't yield any effect. She turned the machine off, then on, but it still wouldn't work. She clumsily reached down and disconnected the hose, running some water through it, even blowing on it until the milk lodged there was clear. She got some of her milk on her fingers. She couldn't believe how thick it had become. It felt almost like a milkshake consistency. "Jeez," she murmured, as she connected the ends back to the suction attachment and machine.

It started to pump for a fleeting instant, then immediately began to sputter, the beeping starting up again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Violet pulled the suction cup off her belly-nipple and threw it to the ground by the tub.

Now she couldn't even pump! She took a moment to process the ramifications of that, her heart pounding as she tried not to panic. It was okay. No big deal. She could just order a new pump, something better. And if not, she could handle this manually. After all, breast pumps were fairly contemporary.

Manually. Right.She was sure Alex could help with that. Yet that idea sounded counterproductive somehow. Violet bit the inside of her cheek.

There was a light tapping on the bathroom door. "Everything all right in there?" Alex called.

"Yeah, um, just a minute!" said Violet.

Violet honestly didn't want to get up but the tension was only getting worse. She grunted as she braced herself by grasping onto whatever edges of the tub she could reach beyond her belly impeding her. Even then as she struggled, she marveled at her bulging belly-nipple and the puffy pink cuppola that had become of the areola. All wiggling as her belly shivered and bobbed until she was unsteadily on her feet gripping feebly onto the wall.

From there, Violet moved at a painfully slow pace, stepping slowly out of the tub, her cheeks flushed dark, face contorted from the effort. She finally made it onto the floor mat, where she grabbed a towel and dried herself off the best she could. She wrapped the towel around her waist then inched her way towards the door.

Violet threw a glance at her reflection in the mirror, and was momentarily astonished by her bizarre and expansive frame.

After a moment, Violet tore her gaze away. Immodest though she looked, with all three of her breasts sticking out in the open, she opened the bathroom door. She felt defeated. Just a few paces away was Alex, staring at her.

"Gonna—p–pop," Violet managed, hands pawing helplessly at either side of her swollen mound.

"God, Violet," Alex said, closing in.

Alex got on her knees and started drinking, not even waiting for invitation. She wrapped her lips around the huge nub and sucked greedily, releasing a moan as her mouth filled up. "So delicious," she murmured, before taking another draw.

It felt amazing. Violet was just glad that the bathroom doorframe was close enough that she could lean back on it to brace herself. Her belly heaved with her heavy breathing, Alex keeping a firm hold. Alex cupped at Violet's swollen flanks, squeezing to increase the flow of milk, making Violet throw her head back and cry out. “Ungghhh!” The breasts on Violet’s chest squirted out innocent little streams of thin milk. “Fuhhh…godddd…” Violet slumped harder against the doorframe. Her hands weakly reached down to grip Alex's hair. "God you're so good. You're so fucking good."

Alex just kept drinking.

She drank for many minutes, maybe even up to an hour. It was hard to tell. Violet was boneless just trying to catch her breath. Suddenly she felt incredibly good. Still heavy, but considerably lighter. Her skin was still hot but now in a good way, and tingling pleasantly. The dopamine drugged her and washed away her worries.

Then Alex finally stopped. She kept Violet's big belly-nipple in her mouth, and for a moment Violet thought she would resume drinking. But then Alex pulled off with a wet popping of suction, and just rested her forehead onto Violet's soft, fat mass. She chuckled quietly. "Somehow it tastes better every time," Alex murmured. "Why do you taste so good?"

Violet just gave an amused huff. "Thanks for — well, you're a real life saver."

"My pleasure."

"I know."

Both laughed.

Alex steadily climbed to her feet. She looked a little bloated herself, as she held her own stomach. "We should get drinks," Alex said.

"I think I need one," Violet admitted wearily.

Alex walked to the kitchen but Violet made her way slowly to the living room couch. Alex joined her there a moment later, carrying two wine bottles, which she sat on the coffee table.

Violet didn’t hesitate to pick one up, drinking straight from the bottle. Admittedly she preferred her protein shakes, but a little buzz seemed like a nice idea with all the stuff going on with her lately.

Alex didn't have any wine yet, probably still trying to digest all the milk she'd just consumed.

Alex caught Violet’s eye. "That was nice," Alex said as she grabbed the TV remote.

"Nice and weird," Violet pointed out.

Alex just grinned.

Midway through a show about cannibalistic squirrels, Alex leaned down to Violet's gut, and Violet was suddenly reminded that she was still unclothed. To her disbelief, Alex started sucking again, drinking slow and lazily. Violet sighed and allowed her eyelids to sink. She wished that Alex could drink from her forever. The sensation was luxurious, probably better than anything she'd ever felt before. She was admittedly a little buzzed, having gone through most of a wine bottle, but it just made the experience more pleasant. Alex had started on the other bottle, herself. She was a bottomless pit lately. Violet supposed all the milk was stretching out Alex’s stomach, making it more roomy.

Violet groaned in displeasure as Alex pulled away. But Alex just raised her pointer finger, indicating for Violet to wait a moment. She lifted her wine bottle and began to down it.

"I like living here," Violet reflected airily.

Alex giggled. She lowered the bottle and returned her attention to Violet's body, this time a little higher. She went for Violet's chest, nipping and sucking at the smaller, but perky pair of breasts there. Violet hissed out and shuddered. They were sensitive.

Alex was sucking like a baby. It was kind of funny. She had her eyes closed, just drinking contentedly. There was a little bit of milk there, not a lot. But it still felt nice.

Alex moved closer, swinging her leg over to straddle Violet's thighs, squishing into Violet's belly, causing Violet to release a surprised squeak, then groan, her face scrunching up.

Had Violet not just been drained, this would have been unbearable.

They were both admittedly a bit drunk.

"God, I want you," muttered Alex. "You're so fucking hot." Alex reached down, idly fingering Violet’s sensitive belly-nipple. Pressing into it. Stroking the dimple.

It was a strange thing to do, and an odd sensation, but pleasant all the same. It made Violet shiver.

"Oh my god,” Alex suddenly stammered. “It — it's going in!"

Violet drew a shuddering breath, because she could actually feel something happening, she could feel the opening on the nipple stinging and stretching as Alex’s finger pushed forward, steadily squeezing and sinking to prod inside, until it was fully sheathed and Violet was gasping.

"What in the actual fuck," Alex said drunkenly.

Violet arched and moaned out, heat and electricity surging to her groin.

After that, they didn't think. They just moved, and kissed, and touched.

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Things had gotten too weird.

Violet knew she needed space. To gather her bearings, and regain some semblance of sanity. Because things were growing, and escalating, and just getting…well, weirder.

Violet left abruptly. She didn't even say goodbye, but she managed to leave a note for Alex. Starting fieldwork. Volunteer stuff. Need it for my resume. Be back before the new term starts.

Violet didn't know if she would actually return. She just didn't fit in anymore. She was a freak, only growing more freakish by the moment. She was scared and confused, and didn't know what to do. But at least, for the moment, she might have found purpose.

She was posing as pregnant, which was the only context in which her globe of a midsection made some amount of sense.

But even then, every organization she had applied to had rejected her. It was logical. Who would take on someone who was so “pregnant”? Violet had been rejected from the corps, mission work, the military, several not-for-profit organizations, and even a group of young hipsters who were devoted to the downfall of capitalism.

Violet had to get more creative. She decided to travel independently, even hiring a car. Her passport was enough to get her across the border, and she just went deeper and deeper, not sure what she was searching for. Answers? Purpose? She drained her accounts and went to the poorest country she had ever seen, where she was met with a depressing air of poverty. She wondered what she could offer.

Violet wasn't inconspicuous. She tried to keep her head down and her hair in her face, because, god, she was tight.Throbbing. She hadn't been milked all weekend. What had she been thinking?

There was an old man sitting by a cart of aging vegetables, staring at her. Repelled by the attention, Violet made her way towards a nearby alley way. It was late afternoon but the sun was still hot and overwhelming, hanging low and stinging her eyes. Violet shuffled her way into the shadows, and leaned on a wall, gasping heavily. She slowly sank down, backside hitting the ground. Her back was aching. "What am I doing?" She rubbed her face. "What am I doing?" she repeated as she leaned her head back against the bricks.

Her eyelids sank.

Violet was jolted when she felt several pairs of hands take hold of her arms. She opened her eyes to find that the sky was dark suddenly. Had she dozed off? "Wait — wait a minute –" Violet stammered, as she was forcibly pulled up.

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