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Note: This is simply 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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“Sweatpants again, I see,” said Milton dryly when he got home from work that evening.

“It’s cozy,” Alex responded, forcing a grin. Her arms were folded over her abdomen.

Milton rolled his eyes as he headed to the kitchen, Alex trailing him. As Milton poured himself a scotch, Alex went to a cupboard and withdrew the bottle of lactation pills. This was their daily ritual. Alex always waited for Milton and he loved watching her do it; it turned him on.

Milton’s eyes darkened with lust like they always did as Alex popped a pill into her mouth.

Alex then took a second pill, just for kicks. Milton cursed quietly under his breath and finished off his drink.

“You greedy little thing,” said Milton as he approached and cornered Alex at the counter.

“Oh yeah? I’m the greedy one?” said Alex as she casually undid her top shirt button, allowing several inches of cleavage to be exposed. She felt a flush of heat spread down her face then her body. It must have been the drug, the anticipation, and the growing discomfort of all the milk she had been carrying for too long that day.

Milton closed in, kissing her throat as Alex arched and groaned. Milton’s hands ran freely over Alex’s body as his kisses trailed to the crook of her neck, then lower.

Then he paused.

“What’s this?” he muttered, looking down at where his hands laid on Alex’s plump stomach.

Alex reddened. “Um…”

Before Alex could stop him, Milton unbuttoned her shirt, exposing Alex’s newly outwards belly button. Milton furrowed his eyebrows in puzzlement.

“Yeah, that happens sometimes,” said Alex quickly, pulling her shirt closed again. “Weird, right?” Then she kissed Milton fiercely, and the two stumbled to the bedroom before the inquiry could go any further.

-

It’s just a little weight gain, Alex reminded herself several days later. It was like a mantra she told herself whenever she noticed how truly plump her stomach was getting.

Alex tore her attention away from it, instead looking at the two pairs of breasts stacked on her chest.

The lactation supplements were really kicking in.

Her boobs were filling up faster now, and seemed to be growing to accommodate the increased production of milk. Even her nipples were getting bigger, and they were so fucking sensitive lately.

Alex had been appalled the first time Milton had called them “udders,” but now that seemed to be his little nickname for them.

“God, you’re a fucking cow,” Milton muttered when he got home that evening, unwrapping Alex like a present. “Look at those things.” He licked and taunted them, circling a nipple with his tongue as Alex grunted and squirmed, struggling to contain the overabundance of milk stretching her out.

“Nrggghhh…” Alex groaned, then she just started squirting. Milk sprayed right into Milton’s face. Her eyes went wide as Milton’s jaw fell, then they both just started laughing as Alex made a mess, milk splattering everywhere. She couldn’t believe the volume. Her body must have been completely packed.

Alex’s laughter died on her lips as Milton caught a stream in his mouth, then closed in, pressing his lips flush to Alex’s skin and sucking gently, as the other three nipples continued to squirt. Alex hummed and sagged against his shoulders.

“Fuuuhhk, that feels good,” she groaned, eyelids sinking.

She hardly paid mind to the way Milton’s free hand stroked her stomach. But that felt good as well.

-

Alex’s stomach was just getting more and more bloated. Round and full, and disproportionate with Alex’s slim arms and legs.

“You’re getting chubby,” Milton remarked one day when they were making out on the couch.

Alex reddened. “Yeah,” she said in embarrassment, then groaned as Milton cupped her gut. It was sensitive.

Her belly button had gotten somewhat…pinker lately. And…and, a bit swollen, too. Alex tried to keep it hidden, but Milton was bound to have noticed.

“Tell me what’s going on here,” said Milton as he continued to rub, Alex biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut against the growing sensations of discomfort and pleasure.

“I…uh…” Alex regained herself. “I don’t want to talk about it.” She abruptly pulled herself out of Milton’s arms, getting off the couch and stumbling to regain her footing.

“Alex—”

But Alex was already halfway out of the room. She locked herself into a bathroom then leaned against the door, trying to catch her breath. “Fuck,” she hissed under her breath. What was she going to do?

-

Alex managed to avoid the issue for another few days, but she was just getting rounder in the meantime. She couldn’t believe how much her stomach was growing. Her belly was now bulging out in any sweater or shirt.

She and Milton were kissing one day on the bed, when things took an uncomfortable turn. He was on top of her, with Alex caged in his arms, but he slowly climbed down, his gentle bites and kisses trailing from Alex’s shoulder, to her chest, and then her belly. Milton mouthed Alex’s belly button through the thin tank top she had on.

And then the nub actually swelled and hardened, so that it bulged prominently in Alex’s shirt.

She was mortified.

Milton looked up to meet her eyes. Alex was out of excuses.

“Y-yeah, it—it’s—” Alex stammered. “It’s another breast,” she forced out in a very small voice.

Milton stared at her for a while. The silence was uncomfortable.

“Un-fucking-believeable,” said Milton as he went back to mouthing and kissing. He pushed up Alex’s tank top to kiss the nipple directly, then he leaned back to admire it for a moment.

Alex tried to squirm away, but Milton held her there.

And he kept at it. Kissing, licking, mouthing, rubbing. He pinched it, cupped it, massaged Alex’s belly as a whole as Alex struggled to breathe through the onslaught of stimulation.

Soon it was just too much. She pushed Milton’s hands off her. “P-please, don’t,” she managed.

-

“So what is this?” Milton asked one day. “You just grow tits at random?” He looked intrigued but not at all bothered.

Alex didn’t humor that with a response. It wasn’t as though she even knew the answer, herself. All she knew was that she had four tits on her chest, and now this—this belly-boob thing.

It was still tingling from Milton’s treatment days earlier.

Alex thought it best to avoid Milton, despite that she was living with the man. She took her gaming to the next level, staying up at night to play before inevitably falling asleep on the couch. She would wake up late in the mornings after Milton had already left for work.

Her belly was getting fuller and heavier. It felt odd now—the sway and jiggle of it. Alex reddened whenever she even thought of it. And as much as she wanted to pretend it didn’t exist, the mound demanded attention, in its weight, movements, and sheer sensitivity. When Alex’s shirts even brushed over her navel, she would be left shivering.

Soon Alex found herself going online, doing some awkward web searches.

She bought one of those things Violet had purchased when she had been having similar issues. A pregnancy girdle.

It was embarrassing, uncomfortable, and also…supportive. Alex even thought she could get used to the constriction. She started to wear it daily under her clothes, and the developments on her abdomen could finally be forgotten.

The couch shifted. “Hey.”

Alex looked up from the TV screen. She had been absorbed in a soap opera as her pumps emptied her upper two breasts. She had been so absorbed in both sources of stimulation, she hadn’t noticed Milton’s return home from work.

“Hey,” said Alex, lowering the TV remote. It had been a few days since they had talked.

Milton reached over to gently pluck the pumps off Alex’s chest. Alex felt heat creeping up her throat. She knew what Milton wanted.

“We good?” he asked.

Almost before Alex got out the “yep,” Milton was on her, kissing her, pressing her back into the arm of the couch. Alex groaned as he kissed her chest.

“Hope you saved some,” he muttered.

Milton’s hands were roaming, freely exploring. They slipped under Alex’s shirt, encountering the girdle.

“Wait,” Alex protested as Milton started to unclasp it.

But Milton’s fingers were quick and deft, and in no time, the girdle was hanging open, and Alex’s belly was pushing outward, all soft, plump, and unwieldly.

Yet Alex couldn’t deny how good it felt. Milton’s calloused hands, massaging it, rubbing into the swell again and again. Alex groaned and sunk under the attention, allowing Milton to lean over her, his lips working Alex’s breasts as his hand worked her belly.

As the days passed, things went back to normal. Or “normal,” with the incorporation of the mind-numbing belly massages. As much as Alex tried to resist, the contact felt amazing. It left her groaning, shivering, and pushing harder against Milton’s fingers. It felt good physically, but also rather soothing, as though Milton was pacifying Alex’s conflict with the mound’s sheer existence. Every day after work, Milton would suck her tits and rub her belly. He was probably doing more harm than good. Alex’s stomach always tingled for hours after he stopped. As time passed, there was a growing tightness, and soon Milton started asking—

“Let me.”

“No.” Alex was flushed pink that Saturday morning. She was fumbling to wrap the girdle around herself, but Milton pulled it away.

“Let me. You’re full there. Fuck, you’re so full. Your belly is ripe, it’s packed.”

Alex was breathing thinly. This was too much to process, and she was overwhelmed. She turned away, cupping her abdomen, but she froze up, groaning at the tenderness. Her belly was bloated and hot, so fucking hot. She knew it was engorged. She felt ready to pop.

With a sense of dread, Alex pulled up her shirt, really looking at her navel, now a fully-developed nipple complete with a puffy areola. At present, both were a darker pink than they should have been, and the nipple was swollen. Her belly as a whole looked like the abdomen of someone who was six months pregnant, albeit more plump and soft.

Alex’s breath caught as she felt Milton come up behind her, his chest pressing into her back. The belly-nipple hardened and distended more, causing Alex to grunt, her face twisting. Milton gently turned Alex around, and got on his knees, nuzzling the swell with his nose. Alex couldn’t take it anymore. “Nghhhhh…fuhhck…j-just do it!”

Milton didn’t need to be told twice. He closed his lips around Alex’s belly-nipple and sucked.

Alex threw her head back, whining. She panted and sweated as Milton sucked again, harder. “It’s not…coming…” Alex grunted out, her face red.

Milton kept sucking for what felt like minutes as Alex groaned and twitched, clutching his shoulders for support. When he stopped, Alex’s belly-nipple was even darker and more swollen. Milton began to massage it with his fingers as Alex moaned and cursed. Her eyes were tearing as she puffed out breaths like a woman in labor.

“It’s okay,” Milton consoled.

But Alex felt awful. She pulled away, and somehow managed to drag herself to the bedroom, where she laid back, cupping her abdomen, which felt even tighter and more uncomfortable now. “Fuck your stupid fucking ideas,” she hissed as she closed her eyes and tried to relax.

Alex wasn’t sure how she fell asleep, but when she awoke, Milton was looking down at her.

“Morning,” he said where he sat beside her on the bed.

“Eugh,” Alex groaned. She didn’t know how, but she felt even worse. She shifted and whined, looking down to find that her belly was even more swollen. “What the hell,” she moaned. It looked as though it had bloated by several inches.

“Sometimes it takes a few attempts,” said Milton calmly, though Alex could see the hunger in his eyes. “Let’s try again.”

“I d-don’t—” Alex stammered. “I don’t think—”

But Milton pushed her against the mattress, leaned down, and planted his lips against Alex’s belly-nipple. He sucked gently this time as Alex groaned and squirmed.

“Fuck,” Alex whimpered, her hands finding Milton’s head.

Milton gave a sharp pull that made Alex yelp. Then soft again. Soft. He found a sucking rhythm. Soft, soft, sharp.

“Fuhhhhh…” Alex was dizzy.

Soft, soft—

“Ohhhh!”

Alex felt it. The sting, the heat, then the wetness. She panted as Milton pulled back and milk began to trickle down the underside of her rounded belly. The sense of relief made Alex’s eyes water.

Milton gave a smug smile. “Look at you, you fucking cow.” Milton leaned back down, and sucked keenly, he sucked Alex’s milk, as Alex dropped back against the pillows, breathing through it, chest heaving and groin tingling, because it felt really fucking good, and it was only getting better.

“God Milton,” she murmured, her hips twitching. “Oh fuck.”

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