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Summary: A high school senior is blackmailed by a male classmate and forced to take a pill regularly under his supervision, though she has no clue what the pill does. Contains: Female: breast expansion, eventual pregnancy.

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She fidgeted and struggled, hands clasping her orb as sweat poured down her plump, swollen body. Then suddenly, Ted walked in, and something inside of Jade released whatever it had been restraining. “Errgghhh…!” she cried as the tension exploded inside her, her belly puffing out as it expanded in heaves of growth. One of her hands desperately reached out towards Ted.

He was standing frozen and stunned. He shook himself out of his reverie and hurried over, getting behind her, offering his chest as support as his hands cradled her pulsating orb.

“God Ted,” she gasped out between pulses of growth. She fidgeted and groaned, arching every time her belly heaved, whining when it was on the cusp of being painful. “I — I got so worried,” she choked. “Nrrrgghhhh!” Her muscles tensed as she tried to bear another shove of strain on her abdomen, her belly shuddering forward.

Ted held and hushed her, trying to rub and comfort. “Shhh, it’s okay. I’m here, Stace. I’m here now. Everything’s okay. I won’t leave you again.”

And that was precisely what she wanted.

-

Jade felt packed like a sausage into her waitress dress, the material hugging every contour of her body. She thought it was a miracle that she still even came to work, but she didn’t want to alert her overseers at the police department. It was also kind of nice to take her mind off her expanding body, even if just for fleeting moments.

She could no longer drive, as her body didn’t even come close to fitting behind her steering wheel anymore, so Ted had dropped her off. Even the passenger seat had been a tight fit, but somehow they had managed. Ted had gone back home to get properly washed up and dressed, but he said he would swing back after a stop at the hardware store. He wanted to reinforce some chairs and add a bar to the shower. It was really so sweet of him.

Jade tried to catch her breath. Again, her hands ran over her dress.

This new, custom-made, waitress uniform was stretchy, and skintight on her despite that Jade had ordered as big as possible. It came with a low apron that looked comically tiny where it laid against the huge expanse of her belly. The outfit was too small, the skirt falling uncomfortably short above her knees in the front, and sometimes riding up her round ass in the back when she wasn’t tugging it down.

Her hips and backside had only gotten rounder with the pregnancy. Often she didn’t notice, given how overwhelmingly heavy and uncomfortable she was in the front, but at times like these, when things were drafty and exposed, she was painfully aware of how huge her backside had gotten.

Her belly was massive—bigger than a beach ball, bigger than anything that should be carried by a person, as it bumped into counters and appliances, knocking things over. It shoved against customers’ faces as she breathlessly waddled to tables and attempted to take orders. Even if people tried not to stare, it was simply impossible. Everyone was stunned by the expansive swell of her stomach.

Her huge breasts were shelved atop it, squashing into her chin. Her nipples were big, swollen, and sensitive, almost looking like little teats when they were particularly distended. She couldn’t believe how massively she had transformed in only a few months. She in no way resembled the girl she had been before. Jade moaned as she rubbed her flanks, which, she realized, had outgrown the rest of her. Her belly was now wider than the rest of her torso by a good number of inches.

“And… and some toast,” stammered the dazed customer, whose face had been smeared several times by Jade’s jutting midsection.

Jade came out of her reverie. “Right…eggs and toast,” she managed. “It…it’ll be right out,” she wheezed.

She dragged herself back to the counter. It took all her strength to hand the cook the order through the window. Thank god it wasn’t busy. Jade gripped onto the counter, even though she could hardly reach it anymore. Her belly nearly out-spanned her arms.

Then she just tried to breathe, belly heaving up and down as she sucked in deep gasps of air. She could feel heat and pressure cumulating inside her at any given time, like she was a hair away from another growth spurt. Or maybe she was just growing steadily and continuously.

And even then, she was fucking horny. Even despite her size, she wanted to summon Ted and drag him into the pantry – if she could even fit – and have him wrench up her skirt and fuck her slowly, fuck her till her insides pulsed, fuck her till she felt like bursting.

Jade pressed her belly harder into the counter, mind drifting, insides churning. Lately she could feel her children now, and they felt truly packed inside of her. She arched her back, nipples aching. She wanted to sit down, but knew it would take her forever to get back up again.

She was truly blowing herself up for Ted. It was hard to acknowledge it. It had always made sense. But essentially, that was what she was doing. She was growing herself. Contorting her body. Stretching herself into a blimp.

She hummed quietly, palms pressing into her swell. Somehow it felt warm and soothing. Hot and heady. It was stressful and anxiety-inducing, but there was something inherently nice about all this as well.

“Stacy?”

Jade’s eyes snapped open. She was shocked to find herself abruptly face-to-face with the person she had been avoiding. “Detective Reed?”

None of the detectives had ever shown up here before. It was too much of a risk. It could ruin the whole operation.

“What the hell!?” said Reed, her voice hushed as her eyes darted over Jade’s outlandish figure. “What happened to you!?”

“I – I grew,” Jade stammered. It was a bit of an understatement.

“I knew you had some hormone imbalance or something, but — you’re pregnant? And you’re – ‘the hell? It hasn’t even been nine months, Jade. Is this real? We need to get you to a hospital. You look like you have a full grown man in there!”

Jade’s cheeks burned. She was just grateful that Reed was speaking in hushed tones. The customers were still too stunned to offer much discretion in their gawking.

“And whose —” Reed sputtered, clearly not over her shock. She held Jade’s guilty eyes with hers. “Tell me it’s not his,” Reed whispered. “Tell me you reconnected with some old friend or classmate. For fuckssake, please tell me that you’re not so compromised that Ted Bryson is breeding you like some cow for his delinquent offspring.”

“Shut up!” Jade snapped, surprising herself. She blinked back her tears. “Sorry, let’s – let’s just talk. Somewhere private.” She motioned towards the door to the back of the diner.

Reed gave her a firm look and nodded.

There was no dignity in the way Jade had to struggle and waddle to lead Reed to the back, as Jade gasped for breath and clutched her belly. She was just so full. Full of Ted. Reed was right. This was a mess.

They got to a drafty supply room with several boxes lining the walls. When Jade managed to turn back to face Reed, Reed looked even more disturbed than before, now seeing the full expanse of Jade’s body without the counter to hide anything.

“I’m taking you off the case,” said Reed in a breath. “I want you out of here. Straight to a hospital. If you grew this much since I last saw you, there must be some serious issue going on. And I want you to get a full psych eval as w–”

“No,” said Jade.

Reed blinked at her. “This isn’t a request,” she responded with some pity. “You’ve turned, Jade.” It was so odd to hear her real name spoken aloud by someone. “And there will be consequences.”

“This is my life,” Jade retorted. “I’m – I’m Stacy now. And I’m with Ted.”

Reed barked a laugh. “You’re so young.” She shook her head. “Where’s that bright-eyed girl? You had your whole future ahead of you.”

“My life is fine,” said Jade, rather sick of being patronized. She winced slightly as a baby nudged her side. Her back was sore and she was so tired she felt dizzy. Her belly was tense and tight, and felt like it was pulsing. She felt on the cusp of another growth spurt. Her hands desperately rubbed her orb.

“Come back, Jade, I can help you. This isn’t the life you want. Bryson manipulated you. This whole thing is a mess,” Reed entreated.

“Look at me,” said Jade. “Ted owns me. Everything i-inside of me. I’m his girl. I’m in this, for life.”

“It’s not too late to get out,” said Reed.

Jade rolled her eyes.

“When Ted Bryson goes down for his crimes — and he will — you’re going down with him. Think about that, Jade. I’m giving you a chance to get out. Just leave with me, right now.”

Jade drew a long, deep breath as she idly studied a wet spot on the wall a couple of feet past Reed’s shoulder. Maybe it was a leaky pipe. “I should get back to work,” said Jade softly as she gingerly turned herself around. Through the fatigue and dizziness, she shuffled for the door, gripping the knob, opening it.

She made her way back into the main café, and behind the counter. She had a chair there for these types of occasions. Jade held onto the counter as she guided herself towards it. She could hear Reed following. Reed wanted to convince Jade to leave Ted, and this life, behind.

But Jade was in too deep.

“Oh…” Jade breathed just before she could reach the chair, because something released, and the pressure surged, causing her belly to quaver.

“Jade,” Reed muttered behind her. “Just consider –”

“Errrgghhh!” Jade groaned as her belly surged forward, her dress growing even tighter as she wailed. Her fingers scrabbled to tear her apron away. But then her belly surged out another two inches in a forceful heave that caused several of her buttons to pop off. Jade yelped and sobbed, knocking over a pitcher of juice and the muffin display as she grasped at the counter, while leaning back against it, trying to get some support as she arched. “Kyaahhhh!” Her belly popped forward in one more forceful growth that caused the mound to tear completely free of her dress. She gasped for breath on her clumsy legs, trying to keep her footing as milk poured into the remains of her dress and splattered onto the floor. The buttons at her chest were truly straining now, but thankfully they had not torn open as well. Tears poured down Jade’s cheeks. She was too breathless to speak. Several customers had gotten up, at first to aid the girl in distress, but now they just stared at her in astonishment and some horror. Reed was silent, her jaw hanging. Jade’s hands helplessly cupped at her leaking breasts and her exposed belly. She whimpered as she braced her elbow on the counter, trying to shift herself towards the chair. Her stomach looked like a boulder. It was dauntingly massive. She could hardly support it. It took everything she had simply not to collapse with it.

“S-someone, c-call Ted,” Jade stammered once she had managed to get herself seated.

Reed seemed to come out of her daze at the mention of the man she was surveilling. She stepped back, then disappeared into the small crowd to duck out of the restaurant.

But no one else moved an inch. They just stood and stared as Jade sobbed and dissolved to tears.

-

“Taste this,” said Ted, bringing the pot spoon to her lips.

The tomato sauce was buttery and tangy, and honestly delicious. Jade smiled and nodded. Ted grinned and returned to the stove.

Pasta was his specialty. Jade was salivating as she waited for the little treat he was making her.

Two big pots of it. With meat and cheese, and sausage, and more cheese, and all of her other favorite things.

Jade could admit that sitting at the kitchen table wearing a large white bedsheet like some toga probably wasn’t the most dignified, but she wasn’t picky. She could wait until her new clothes order came in.

She couldn’t even reach the table anymore, not even with her fingertips. Instead her belly was nudging into it. But it felt safe, and nice, to be at home, with Ted. She didn’t think she would go into work anymore. She wasn’t even sure she physically could. She could hardly walk on her own by then.

Jade felt an unusual sensation in her navel, of all things. She reached down with both hands to touch it, and was a bit stunned to find that her fingertips couldn’t reach that either. Her face heated, but she tried not to get anxious about it. “Ted, my bellybutton feels funny,” she mentioned.

“Yeah?” said Ted, clearly amused as he covered the pot and turned away from the stove. He came over to where she was perched at the table, her belly practically crushing her. Then he dug through the sheets, finally finding her belly button. “Oh,” he mentioned. “It’s wiggling a little,” he said, amused.

“Really?” Jade laughed.

“Yeah.” He leaned down to kiss it. Then he got on his knees and just kissed her belly all over.

Jade rolled her eyes, but leaned back and enjoyed it. “God.” She let her eyes close as she enjoyed his attentions. The pot continued to bubble on the stove. “Look at me Ted. I’m a fucking baby-factory. Look at what you did to me.”

“Fuck, Stace,” said Ted huskily. She opened her eyes to meet his amorous gaze. “You’re fucking amazing.” His hands cupped her abdomen, lips moving to kiss her breasts through the sheet as she whimpered. “You’re my dream girl.”

And he was her dream guy.

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