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Unbelievable. Un-be-LIEV-able! This was ridiculous! Why? Why was this happening to Molly? Whyyyyyyyy!?

The frustrated woman slammed her fork down and stared down at the remaining burger on her plate. She couldn’t eat it. She’d only had one burger before this, yet she couldn’t eat it. She was full. How? WHY? She used to be able to eat TEN of these damn things! TEN! And she’d still have room for a quart of ice cream for dessert! So WHY could she barely stomach a single freaking burger now!? What had changed!?

Pictures of what that science bitch had done to Molly flashed through her mind. A chill ran down her spine and she slapped her cheeks to clear her head. There was no way. No! If anything, she should be able to eat MORE after that freak show of a night! She’d gotten bigger than she’d ever been - hell, bigger than she thought POSSIBLE! So there was NO chance that it was now the cause of her minuscule appetite! No chance at all! No chance… at… uh…

Molly imagined herself eating the burger in front of her. She felt sick.

…Fuck.

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Molly skulked around the science section of the library, trying to make herself as small as possible. She’d been trying to avoid that menace in a lab coat ever since that night, but… she needed answers. Molly’s appetite and resulting control of her appetite had been one of the biggest joys in her unending slog of a life. She NEEDED her appetite back! This bullshit all started after that woman had her way with Molly, so if something was wrong… it was her fault.

Actually, you know what? Enough was enough! Molly stopped skulking and started stomping instead. Her apprehension was quickly dissolving into anger. Why should she have to keep feeling squicky and weird about that night when it wasn’t even her fault? She hadn’t wanted any of that to happen! It was BULLSHIT -  and she was gonna tell that straight to Michelle’s stupidly smart face!

After a few minutes of rage-fueled searching, Molly found her. The red-headed grad student version of Ms. Frizzle. In other words, the bitch who’d strapped Molly to a chair and crammed her so full that she gained a significant amount of weight for the first time since puberty. She’d lost it quickly thanks to her completely absent appetite, of course, but it had still been an unwelcome wake-up call. She'd even gotten some stretch marks! STRETCH MARKS! They’d mostly faded, but they were still there! Shit! DAmnit! Frick!

She stormed up to where Michelle was peacefully sitting, reading her bullshit book on some bio wizardry, and planted her hands on the arms of Michelle’s chair. “What the fuck did you do to me!?”

The woman looked up from her book unfazed. Despite Molly’s seething face being only a few inches away, she just raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Oh look, my guinea pig is back. What did I do to deserve such a pleasure?”

“You KNOW what you did!” Molly snarled. “You fucked with my body! Fix me!”

Michelle cocked her head to the side. “‘Fucked with your body’? All I did was perform an experiment that you agreed to participate in. I did nothing to-”

“Bull - shit!” Molly hissed. For some reason, having her face this close to Michelle’s was making her feel antsy and nervous, so she backed up a step. She cleared her throat, then growled, “I haven’t been able to eat like usual ever since your freaky ‘experiment’. I want my appetite back! Fix whatever you did, you asswipe!”

Michele blinked. She closed her book and set it aside, gazing intently at Molly. “Really? Is that true?”

“Why the fuck else would I ever want to talk to you again?”

“You wound me. I really thought we hit it off last time,” Michelle commented. She gave Molly’s figure a once-over and brought her thumb to her mouth, nibbling on her nail. “Either you drop weight exceptionally fast or you truly didn’t gain anything despite consuming nearly sixty thousand calories just eleven days ago. Fascinating.”

“Fucking - LISTEN!” Molly snarled. She crossed her arms under her chest and glared hatefully at the seemingly oblivious redhead. “Fix - my - shit! I KNOW you did something!”

Michelle, who was apparently immune to threats, just stared up at Molly. Then she shrugged. “Sorry, but I really didn’t do anything to you other than test your already present stomach capacity. Everything I fed you was perfectly normal. The only abnormality was the quantity. If your appetite is absent, then it’s for some other reason.”

“Wha- bu- no!” Molly denied. “It’s GOTTA be you! I started having issues the day after your stupid experiment! I’ve never felt like this before either! It’s gotta be your fault! It HAS to be!”

“Hmm… well…” Michelle said thoughtfully while leaning back in her seat. “I supposed that my experiment may be linked to your appetite’s disappearance… and it would be tragic for such a phenomenal display of superhuman ability to disappear… but are you sure you want my help?” Michelle smirked again. “You didn’t even call me the day after. Isn’t calling the social norm after such a fun night?”

“We- call- what-” Molly spluttered. “F-Fucking - no! I- GAH! I can’t! I can’t right now!”

The brunette whirled around and started to stomp away, but found herself freezing up. She couldn’t keep going like this. Her nerves were fried and she felt all squishy inside and she felt empty all the time yet couldn’t eat to fill the emptiness. She NEEDED her appetite back, and as much as she hated to admit it… Michelle was her best bet… fuuuuck…

Fighting herself all the way, Molly turned back to Michelle. “F… FINE. I can… I can do whatever. Just find a way to fix whatever this is… please.”

Michelle nodded and stood up. “I’m glad you’re warming up to me. I’d hate to lose touch with someone as valuable as you are.” She pulled out her phone and started tapping away at it. “We can start as soon as tonight. Eight P.M. We’ll meet at my lab.” She started to walk away, then stopped. “Oh yeah-” she called over her shoulder, “- and bring a swimsuit and towel.”

Molly just stared after the short redhead. Swimsuit? What the…?

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Molly swallowed hard. She was standing outside Michelle’s ‘lab’, which was actually just an unused classroom in an unused building on campus. She had, against her better judgment, worn her bikini under her dress and had a towel tucked into her handbag. She also had a fresh can of pepper spray in her bag, which she was resting a hand on. She was NOT going to let a repeat of last time happen. No - freaking - WAY. Even if it HAD felt kinda good-

Nope. NOPE. Bad thought, begone! No weird brain energy. Just fixing her body. That’s it. That. Was. IT. Molly took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and…

Huh. Well, if there was one thing she’d been expecting, it had not been to be greeted by classical music.

Along with what Molly thought to be the sound of Mozart’s Don Giovanni (classical music was good, alright?), the scent and glow of candles filled the room. The electric lights of the room were also still on, rendering the point of the dozens of candles spread across the room null. Also, Don Giovanni was not the type of music that fits with a ‘candles’ mood. Just what was…?

“Ah, you’re here! Excellent!”

Amongst the candles, Molly spotted the short madwoman moving towards her. She was wearing a lab coat, as expected, but had also changed into a bathing suit underneath it. It was a little yellow floral one-piece with a belly slit in it - the type that Molly was nearly positive she’d seen her grandma wear to the beach. It was kinda cute- check that. It was hella dorky. Hella dorky and nothing else. Nothing at all. And she DEFINITELY hadn’t let her eyes wander down at those legs that seemed way too fine for a nerdling who spent ninety-nine percent of her life indoors. Not a single chance that THAT had happened. NOOOOPE.

“What’s all this about?” Molly asked pointedly in an attempt to push her undesirable thoughts aside. She gestured at a cluster of nearby candles. “This feels like a seventh grader’s first date. The only thing missing is mommy with the cheese and crackers.”

The insult seemed to fly right over Michelle’s head. “Oh, good, so I got the vibe right! My experience in this field is limited, so I was worried that I had missed something.”

“Wha… What? I mean, you-”

“Come over, please!” Michelle continued, ignoring the questioning in Molly’s voice. “Before we move to the needed location for my theorized solution, I’d like to take some simple readings, just like last time. Ah, but of course, without the chair this time. I noticed that you did not seem to enjoy the chair.”

“Uuh… no shit?” Molly responded, but the anger she’d been feeling was getting swallowed up by her confusion. Just what the hell was all this?

With no clear dangers in sight, Molly decided that it was safe to follow Michelle deeper into her lab. The smaller woman grabbed a tape measure and turned back to Molly. “I’d like to get measures on your measurements again, both as a baseline for tonight and as a conclusion for the previous experiment.” She coughed, then pursed her lips. “You’ll agree to this, won’t you, stud muffin?”

Molly just stood there, mouth agape. “What… the… fuck…”

“You’re not leaving, so I can take that as a yes, right?” Michelle inquired. “Alright, so I’ll begin! Hold still, please.”

The brunette was so struck by Michelle’s ‘stud muffin’ bullshit that she didn’t even resist as the madwoman took her measurements - waist, chest, hips, and even her thighs and biceps. Michelle scrawled on a notebook after each measurement, nodding to herself. “Waist is slightly increased, as are the hips and thighs… breasts display the largest increase, while biceps show no notable change…” she glanced up at Molly and cleared her throat before chuckling and giving her a small poke in the side of the boob. “I’ve heard they get less sensitive when you gain weight. These are bigger than they were on the last measurement, so maybe we should test that theory sometime?”

“... WHAT.”

Once again, Molly’s bewilderment was completely overlooked by Michelle. Instead, the smaller woman ignored even her own ‘flirting’ and just bustled around taking a few other measurements. “Overall, a slight increase, but within the margin of error and cannot be reliably attributed to the previous experiment. It would have been fantastic to have gotten your measurements the day after, or even two or three days after, but…” Michelle sighed and put her hands on her hips. “No worries. We all have to start somewhere, and I’ll wait for you to start with me.”

“...What are you doing? What does that even mean?”

Finally, Molly’s words seemed to reach Michelle. She coughed and turned away from Molly, but she still caught the slightest hint of a blush. “It’s a part of my working hypotheses. Never mind that. I’m done with my measurements, so let’s proceed to the experiment location. Please follow me.”

Michelle quickly scuttled out of her lab, leaving Molly to blankly follow along. That woman was flirting. It was the shittiest flirting that Molly had heard in real life, but it was the exact type of shit she’d hear her brother say sometimes while playing his stupid shooters when he was in high school. She… She really didn’t know what Michelle was trying to do here. What did any of this have to do with an experiment…?

Molly’s stomach rumbled. Right, she hadn’t had dinner yet, figuring that Michelle was probably going to do some weird stuffing bullshit again. Still, it had been a while since her stomach had gurgled like that. Maybe she just needed to go without a meal sometimes now…?

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“Are we allowed to be here?” Molly asked, hesitant to walk through the dark doors to the empty athletics building.

Michelle scoffed. “Of course we are. I’d never do something that would jeopardize my standing in the university and, therefore, my research. I merely suggested to one of the kinesthetics professors that it would be better to allow me to use their facility for research than for their nighttime meetings with their TA to become public knowledge.” Michelle gave Molly an evil smirk. “They readily gave me a key and permission after that.”

Molly raised an eyebrow. “I knew were twisted, but I didn’t know you could be straight-up evil like that. Blackmailing a professor, huh? And that doesn’t ‘jeopardize your standing’?”

“Breaking and entering is criminal. An amiable trade of withholding information in exchange for the pursuit of humanity’s future is perfectly reasonable.” Michelle locked up the door behind Molly, then began leading her deeper into the darkened building. “Besides, the professor in question is on his fifth TA for obvious reasons. It would bring me no pain to out something like him.”

“Fair enough, I guess,” Molly responded. She looked around at all of the equipment around her, each obscured by the heavy shadows and darkness, and shivered. It was creepy AF in here and Molly did not like it. “Where are we going, anyway? YOu never told me.”

Michelle stopped next to a door whose nameplate Molly couldn’t read in the dark. “I never said because there was no need. We’re here.”

The door squeaked open to reveal a hot tub. Just… a hot tub, with wooden panels and occasional small lights along the outside. It was already running as well if the sounds of bubbles and the warm air washing over Molly were any indication. There were also a number of those cheesy inspirational posters on the walls and a table with various papers scattered across it, as well as two large paper bags.

Molly blinked. She glanced over at Michelle. “What… why? Why is there just a hot tub room?”

Michelle shrugged. “According to the faculty, it’s for kinesthetic testing. According to the students, it’s for the faculty to have fun in at the expense of the student’s wallets. I could care less why it’s here since it will help with tonight’s experiment.”

Ooooo-k, then. Molly took a few hesitant steps forward, hand once again resting on the pepper spray in her bag, and looked inside the tub. It had some floor lights and the usual wall seats around the edges, but other than that… nothing suspicious. No arm restraints, no ropes, no tubes… it was just a normal hot tub. She glanced back at Michelle. “So… what now?”

Michelle was pulling off her lab coat and folding it up. She looked at Molly. “You did wear a bathing suit, correct? Undress and get in. We can begin after that.”

“Uh… ok?” This whole situation was just getting weirder and weirder, but… for all of this strangeness, Molly wasn’t getting any hints of danger from the madwoman, so… maybe it was alright? Maybe? So she did as she was told.

Molly couldn’t help but sigh contentedly as she dipped a leg into the bubbling water. After the walk through the cold night’s air to get here, the roiling water felt heavenly. She allowed herself to sink into the water, abandoning her paranoia for just a moment. She’d left her bag alongside the tub, just barely within reach should she need to defend herself, but… “Oooooh, that feels nice…”

A scraping sound filled the room. Molly whipped around, hand already going for her bag, but all it was was Michelle dragging the corner table across the room. She pulled it up alongside the tub, then pulled herself up and over the lip of the tub. “It does feel pleasant…” Michelle sighed as she lowered herself in. “I can understand why the faculty would stoop to wasting university space and funding on this…”

It felt nice, but… Molly couldn’t let herself relax. Sure, the water was amazing, and the air was warm thanks to the tub being confined like this, and the dim lighting thanks to the tub being the only source of light was making for a… very peculiar mood… a very… very strange… mood…

Molly shook her head. “Alright, fine. We’re in. What now?”

Michelle’s eyes refocused back on Molly. “Right! Apologies. This is my first time in a hot tub, so I… lost focus for a moment. Moving on…”

The redhead leaned over the edge of the tub and rummaged around in one of the brown paper bags. She pulled out a lidded medium-sized bowl and a fork, then scooted closer to Molly. “The basis of this experiment, without contaminating the sample with unnecessary information, is to repeat the events of the previous experiment on a smaller scale in a more hospitable environment.”

“Repeat…?”

“Yes, repeat.” Michelle set the bowl on the edge of the tub and opened it up. Molly looked inside. It was filled with thick, squicky-looking noodles coated in a dark green sauce. It almost looked like, pesto, but… different, somehow… Michelle continued, “Since nothing physical occurred that might have begun inhibiting your appetite, I theorized that it’s a psychosomatic response that’s causing this issue. As such, repeating the previously offensive stimuli in a more accommodating and relaxed setting may lead to-”

“In English, please.”

“I was speaking in-” Michelle stopped herself. She rolled her eyes, then said slowly and deliberately, “It’s not your body that’s ‘fucked’, as you put it. It's your mind. Your psyche. And by doing THIS, we may be able to ‘fix’ you. Understand?”

Her… psyche? Molly didn’t get how doing this was going to help at all, but… it was worth a shot, she supposed. Besides, she was feeling a bit hungrier than she had in a while, so maybe Michelle was on to something…

“...Fine,” Molly relented. She accepted the fork from Molly, then tried to scoop up the noodles. These seemed harder to get than usual… weird… it was kinda… irritating…

“Oh, right!” Michelle started. “If you could try and swallow the noodles whole, please, that would greatly increase the effectiveness of the experiment. If you cannot, it’s fine, but the special sauce I prepared should allow the noodles to be swallowed easier.”

Molly scowled at Michelle. “So this isn’t pesto sauce?”

“To be precise, this is a… pesto adjacent sauce,” Michelle said. “It will taste the same and provide mostly the same nutrients as pesto, but the texture and consistency are more… convenient.” She raised her hands in an easing gesture. “It’s already tested, of course! I test all non-standard foods I prepare on my own GI tract before ever considering public testing.”

Molly wasn’t sure just how much she trusted that, but… well, for all the weird and twisted things Michelle had done so far, she hadn’t lied about anything yet, nor had she seemed to actually want to hurt Molly, so…

The brunette finally managed to spear a few of the noodles. She hesitantly put the ends in her mouth, and… well, that was pesto, alright. It was lukewarm, likely from sitting in the room for so long before they’d gotten here, but at least they weren’t cold. She sucked on the noodles to pull them in further and was surprised by just how quickly they shot back. Before Molly even realized it, she was swallowing with the noodles shooting right down her throat. It felt super weird, and she kinda felt like choking for a moment, but… it wasn’t awful. Molly could get used to this.

Under Michelle’s watchful gaze, Molly kept slurping down noodles. Each time she started, she felt like she was going to gag for a moment before she forced her throat to relax and accept the slimy noodles. The ‘pesto adjacent’ sauce was so slick that it made the noodles have almost no friction, letting them slide right down into her gut with no resistance at all. Towards the end of the dish, Molly didn’t even feel like she was choking anymore. She only had to swallow a couple of times for each noodle as well. It almost felt more like each one was falling into her stomach than being swallowed. It was SO weird! SO weird. And… she kinda liked it. Or not.

Molly handed the empty bowl back to Michelle, who nodded. “Well, that was… interesting. So what now-”

Michelle handed Molly another bowl filled with noodles. “...Right. Ok. Sure. Why not?” Molly sighed as she took the bowl. She was still hungry for the first time in forever thanks to not eating dinner, so… might as well, right?

The second bowl was better than the first. She was getting the hang of getting a bunch of noodles on her fork at once, and since she’d overcome the initial choking sensation, she was able to easily send each forkful of noodles plummeting down into her gut quickly and easily. It only took a couple of minutes before she’d managed to down the whole thing.

Naturally, there was a third bowl as well. Why not?

Without thinking much, Molly slurped down the entirety of the third bowl even faster than the second. She was getting the hang of this! She was even starting to feel the noodles coiling up inside of her since they were going down whole. It was so WEIRD! Molly just couldn’t get used to it… nor did she think she wanted to.

Before she knew it, Molly was gulping down a fourth bowl as well. When that was gone, she handed it back and waited for a fifth, but…

“What are you waiting for?”

Michelle’s voice brought Molly back to her senses. The brunette shoved her hand back into the water and looked away, thankful that the heat of the hot tub would hide her burning cheeks. “N-Nothing. Never mind.”

Molly was still a bit hungry, but… not that she’d stopped eating, she also wasn’t sure if she’d have been able to eat much more. She felt full. More than full, really. She’d eaten easily three or four times more tonight than she’d been eating for the past couple of weeks, which was good. Still… she subtly felt her bare stomach beneath the roiling water. She had a bit of a gut, sure. It wasn’t her normal size though. It was still small compared to her usual, and in comparison to how big she’d been at the end of that night? That… night…

Once again, Molly was thankful that her blushing cheeks could be blamed on the hot water.

“S-So…” Molly stammered. She cleared her throat, then continued, “So, uh… what now?”

“We wait,” Michelle said simply. She reclined in the tub, closing her eyes. “Warmth and relaxation or vital for the next step of the experiment.”

“Oh, uh… ok, I guess?” Molly said with just a twinge of disappointment. Wait - nope, no disappointment. She just said it normally. Shut up.

Desperate to distract her stupid wrong brain, Molly asked, “So… uh… why are you so fascinated with this stuff, anyway?”

Michelle opened her eyes and looked at Molly. “‘This stuff’? What do you mean?”

“The, uh… what do you call it… the superpower stuff…” Molly wracked her brain for a moment. “... Right! The superhuman physiology! You seem really interested in it since you’re doing your whole thesis on it and you… y’know… stalked me, strapped me down, and crammed half of a Mcdonald’s into me.”

“First off, for the record, I did not stalk you,” Michelle denied, “I only saw you in the dining hall, which is a public space, and I never deliberately sought you out. I merely arrived before you did on average and watched the check-out line for whoever had the most food. It’s not my fault that you were always the one with the most food every day.”

“The fact that you knew the average time that I would get to the dining hall every meal upends your whole denial, you know.”

“It’s also not my fault that you’re consistent.” Michelle cleared her throat. “But that aside… it’s not so much that I’m interested in superhuman physiology, but that I’m interested in making superhuman physiology the average! Imagine the lives that could be saved if we could tap into a mother’s protective adrenaline surge on demand! Imagine how convenient it would be to not only be able to easily and cost-effectively correct vision, but to enhance that vision as well!”

Michelle was getting worked up. She sat up in place and grinned widely. “The human body has so much potential thanks to the advanced development of our frontal lobes! Other animals are far superior to us in many physical regards, but thanks to humanity’s ability to think and create, we have the potential to match other creatures - no, to surpass them! I want to make that potential a reality! I want to be a part of that reality!”

“Hey, that’s… uh, super cool,” Molly responded. Damn, Michelle was super passionate about this. Molly wasn’t used to being around people like her. She was pretty twisted and backward in how she treated people (or Molly, at least), but she was also honest, passionate, and dedicated, it seemed… oh, wait a second. “Ok, yeah, I can get all that, but… if I do have a ‘superhuman capacity’ or something, then… what exactly does humanity get out of that, huh? It doesn’t seem like something that people would want.”

“It’s not your capacity that’s useful, technically speaking,” Michelle began. “For starters, your internal structure has to be unusually durable and malleable to adjust for eating such massive amounts. Organs are notoriously difficult to deal with, so anything that can enhance them is useful. Your skin’s ability to stretch beyond its means is fantastic as well. Finally, your body’s ability to process such an absurd amount of calories with little to no physical change is… well,s strictly speaking, fat is desirable since it protects us in times of famine, but in modern society? Your ability to retain a slim figure despite eating everything and anything is likely one of the most desirable traits in existence.”

“O-Oh, really?” Molly stuttered. She looked away from Michelle, not wanting to even chance the blush in her cheeks being attributed to Michelle’s shameless praising of her body. “W-Well, uh, I guess when you put it that way…”

Suddenly, Molly felt a rumbling in her gut. It rose up and up, until-

*UuuUUoooOORP!*

She put a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide. Her stomach just kept rumbling as well. She stared over at Michelle. “Wh-What is- *URP* Why-?”

“Oh, good,” Michelle stated, nodding. “It looks like the next step of the experiment is proceeding without issue.”

“N-Next step- *UUURP*?” Molly’s gut was gurgling and rumbling nonstop. She felt weird all over, but especially in her stomach, which was… feeling even more full than before, for some reason…

Michelle scooted closer again and put a hand on Molly’s stomach, much to her apprehension. “Your stomach is resisting quite strongly if these tremors are to be trusted. That’s unfortunate. Is this environment not relaxing enough…?”

“R-Resisting? Resisting WHAT, you little- *OooOUURP*”

“The expansion of the noodles in your stomach,” Michelle finally answered. She ran a hand along Molly’s stomach, sending a strange tingle surging through her body. “The sauce wasn’t the only altered food product. Those noodles were specially made to expand when heated after being cooked.”

“WH-WHAT!?” Molly cried. She winced and grabbed her stomach with both hands, feeling herself get fuller and fuller with every passing second. “Th-Then this *UUUuURP* gas is-”

“All of the air getting pushed out of your stomach, yes,” Michelle confirmed. “You shouldn’t have too much more air in there, so the belching should end soon.”

Molly’s face got even hotter as her stomach let out a particularly loud rumble. She felt sick. “Ooooh… why did you think this was a good idea…?”

“Well, if you can’t eat to match your previous size…” Michelle responded, running her hand along Molly’s gut once more, “...then I theorized that the best way to recreate at least an attempt at that size was to make the food larger once it was already inside of you - hence the noodles.”

“Y-You- uuuugh,” Molly groaned as the contents of her gut shifted enough for her to feel it with her hands. It felt so damn weird, but also… fuck, Molly missed being this big… how had she never realized how good it felt to be like this…?

Michelle cleared her throat, then tried to give a cocky smirk. She failed and instead just looked like a gremlin, but it was still kinda endearing for some reason. “Well, aren’t you a big one, huh? I bet you’ve got curves in all the right places.”

“Wh… You literally know *uuugh* my measurements!” Molly groaned.

Michelle bit her lip. “Oh, uh… yeah, I do. Uh, that one came out wrong. What was I supposed to say again? I can’t remember it for some reason… uh… it had something to dow with your figure, I know it… just what was it…?”

Molly had zero ideas about what all this shitty flirting was about, but… for some reason, despite being just as crass, it was way better to hear than when some dumbass catcalled her out in public. That might just be a placebo thing from how freaking good Molly’s gut felt right now, though.

“Damn. It’s gone. Fine, forget it,” Michelle decided. She stood up abruptly, making the water in the tub slosh all over. “I’ve already failed here, so I’ll just skip straight to the next step then.”

“The next…?” Molly started, but before she got a chance to properly ask, Michelle had moved to stand in front of her. The short woman awkwardly lowered herself, trying to… to…

“Are you… trying to straddle me?”

Michelle cursed quietly as her ass slipped off of Molly’s knees. “Why is this… so… difficult…!” She grunted as she tried again.

Molly had no words. She wasn’t even mad. She just… what? “YOu, uh… I mean, you… you’re refusing to touch my gut, so… there’s, uh, not much lap left to sit on…?”

“Well, of course I’m not touching it!” Michelle said pointedly. “That might restrict your growth or cause discomfort or tension! That would defeat the purpose entirely!”

Molly didn’t mind if her ‘growth’ was re- Nope. Bad thoughts again! Bad! It didn’t matter how dorky and weird all this shitty flirting was- shit, the bad thoughts again! Not dorky! Crude! Crass! Awful! SHIT!

“Damn it!” Michelle griped as she slid off of Molly’s knees yet again. She floated dejectedly in front of Molly, scowling. “Your stomach is already taking up over half your lap. I should have done this step sooner… noted for future experiments.”

“Noted for what now?”

“I’ll skip to the final step then.”

Molly was scared. The first step was shitty flirting, and the next was… hell, Molly didn’t even know if it was just straddling or Michelle had intended to do more than that. So what the hell was the final step-

OoooooooOh. OOOh. Oooooh nooooo.

Michelle had pressed both of her hands into Molly’s gut, RIGHT into the areas that felt the tensest. Molly couldn’t stop herself from moaning softly as Michelle’s fingers massaged and teased all the right spots. “H-H-Hey, what the-”

“Just relax, Molly,” Michelle said calmly, staring down beneath the water’s surface intently. “I studied which spots caused the biggest reactions from you last time to better assist you now, so you can rest at ease.” She frowned. “I should have studied my lines more, but

Relax!? How was Molly supposed to relax when- OOoooOOoh! Damn it! Why was she so GOOD at this! Molly’s gut had been swelling this whole time, making her bikini strain as her stomach pressed against her top and bottom, and all that rapid growth had caused quite a lot of tension. All of that pressure was getting kneaded out of her now by Michelle’s magical fingers, making the brunette melt into the hot tub’s bubbling water. Her stomach churned and she let out a small belch, then another. Michelle smirked. “Looks like there was still some gas trapped inside by the expanding noodles. I’ll work on getting all that out, then-”

*OooOOoUUUURp!*

Molly didn’t try to fight Michelle’s touch. More accurately, she didn’t want to. It felt so goood! She couldn’t deny it - this was amazing! Her belly hadn’t been this big in weeks! It felt tighter and tenser than it usually did at this size, but that didn’t matter! All that mattered was that she loved it!

“Oh! I remember it! The line about your figure!” Michelle cackled. “Ok, ok - damn, did you bake all that cake just for me?” Michelle blinked.  “The cake referring to your excellent butt, of course. Or perhaps it would be more suitable to call your stomach the ‘cake’ at this point? It is certainly rising like one at the moment, isn’t it?”

… Molly wasn’t sure if what Michelle was doing could even be called flirting anymore. It was just… so weird. Dorky and weird. She loved the belly rubs, though. Those could stay forever.

F-Fuck! Molly panted as her stomach spasmed, her insides churning. T-Too big! How? She was nowhere NEAR as big as she’d been last time! How did she feel so full already!? Why was there so much pressure!? Why did it feel so God-damn GOOD!?

“Hhhhng!” Molly groaned as she clutched her flanks. She could feel the noodles expanding inside of her, feel them pushing her to her limit. Her skin was so taut and smooth - so tight! Michelle’s nails dragged across a particularly tense section around her navel and Molly nearly lost it.

She couldn’t do it anymore! She was going to bust- burst- BOTH! FUCK! This was too much! She was too big! So much pressure! Her stomach muscles spasmed again and Molly cried out. Too-! MUUUCH-!

“AaaaaAAaaaaaaaaaaaAAah!”

Molly tensed up for several seconds, then went limp against the edge of the tub. She… had she… had she REALLY just…

Molly’s face went a vibrant red. She pressed her hands over her eyes and sank deeper into the water, trying to hide herself as much as she could despite how much more of her there was than before she’d gotten into the tub. “J-Just- That didn’t happen! It DIDN’T! D-DOn’t tell ANYONE that I- I mean, I DIDN’T, but don’t TELL anyone-”

“Hmm? What was that?” Michelle interrupted. The water sloshed around. Molly peeked through her fingers to see Michelle reaching for something on the table. She pulled a towel from one of the paper bags. “Sorry, I was so focused on determining if you’d stopped growing that I missed what you said. You have stopped, by the way. Considering your current size, I would say that the results of the experiment are… partially successful.”

Partially? Molly looked down at herself. Her eyes widened. She couldn’t quite tell how big she was thanks to the water’s discordant surface, but she at least knew that she was BIG. Not as big as she’d been that night, but still bigger than her usual meals used to make her. She felt so full and tight that she couldn’t possibly fit anything else inside, which was different, but… it was still better than before, so…

Also, wait- “S-So you… you didn’t hear- o-or notice that I…?”

Michelle cocked her head to the side. “Noticed what? Was there something important that I-”

“N-NO!” Molly vehemently denied. She laughed nervously and hugged her arms tightly around her straining gut, trying in vain to wash away the phantom feeling of Michelle’s blissful massaging. “No, there was- It was nothing! Nothing at all!”

“Hmmm…?” Michelle stared at Molly for a moment, then shrugged. “I’ll choose to believe that.” She pulled herself out of the water, sitting on the side of the tub while she dried herself. “Did you bring a towel? I’d like to take some follow-up measurements once you’re dry.”

Molly needed out. She needed out now. “Y-Yeah, sure, just one… sec…!” She reached for her bag, but couldn’t reach it. She strained, but winced as her tense gut revolted against her reach. She… she was too full to… “I, uh… can’t reach it…”

Michelle slipped off of the hot tub’s edge and reached into Molly’s bag. If she noticed the pepper spray inside, she said nothing. Instead, she just pulled out the towel and handed it to Molly. “Here. Do you need help getting out?”

“Oh, uh… P-Probably…”

Molly’s giant gut groaned and strained as she heaved herself up and out of the tub with Michelle’s help. She couldn’t possibly sit her fat ass on the side of the tub as Michelle did right now, so she ended up causing a huge puddle on the floor. “Shit, I only brought one towel. Is there another somewhere…?”

“Oh, don’t bother,” Michelle said briskly as she, without asking, took Molly’s towel back from her and started drying Molly with it. The glutted woman’s heart skipped a beat. What was that? What? Why? What? Michelle continued, “The janitors clean in a few hours and they’ll just assume that it was the faculty. No harm will be done by leaving a puddle.”

“O-Oh. Alright.”

Once Molly was dried off (she wanted to do it herself, but she couldn’t reach her legs, so she ended up letting Michelle do it all), the short redhead moved to the table and slipped back into her lab coat. Then she pulled a tape measure and a now all-too-familiar notebook out of one of the paper bags. “Alright, measurement time. Waist is…”

Molly bit her lip as the tape pulled tight around her swollen gut. Uh-oh. She needed a distraction again. Shit, uh- uh- “S-So, wh-what was with all the flirting and getting all touchy-feely?”

Great. Good question, dumbass. That’s not gonna distract you at all.

“Oh, that?” Michelle asked plainly. She finished with Molly’s waist and moved to her chest (that wouldn’t have changed in so short a time, but whatever). “I suppose it’s fine to tell you now. I hypothesized that my previous experiment was cold, sterile, and potentially traumatizing, which lead to you unconsciously limiting your food intake to avoid that event recurring.”

Michelle moved down to Molly’s ass. “So, in order to counteract my inadvertent traumatization, I theorized that repeating the stimuli in a warm and relaxing environment would overwrite your trauma.”

“Th-That doesn’t-”

“-and further to that end, I noticed that you displayed several physiological responses related to being sexually stimulated while your stomach was overtaxed previously.”

Just kill Molly now. Fast or slow, it didn’t matter - she just needed to cease immediately.

“So, as a further attempt to resolve your trauma and reignite your appetite-” Michelle barrelled on, totally ignorant to the massive turmoil tearing Molly’s brain apart, “I elected to try and further stimulate you as a lover would. Of course, I couldn’t perform certain actions since we are not actually lovers and that would be considered abuse or even assault, but I could fulfill the role to a small degree, at least.”

Once Molly’s brain finally settled enough to process Michelle’s words, she felt… confused. Was she angry? No, it felt more like… disappointed? Why? What? Why? Like… WHY? No, that had to be wrong. Then what was it? Uh…

“I, uh…” Molly started. She coughed and avoided looking at the dorky redhead. “So… you said the test was only partially successful, right?”

“Yes, that’s right,” Michelle responded. She was jotting something down in her notebook now. “You didn’t nearly reach your previous size despite having enough noodles inside of you to surpass your previous size. That may be due to an inconsistency with how the noodles expand under exponentially increasing pressure, though…”

“So, in that case… would a follow-up experiment be needed?”

“Oh, yes, most certainly,” Michelle agreed.

“If that’s the case, then… will you be doing the… the flirting and… uh… the rest again?”

Michelle thought for a moment. “Hmm… I suppose I will. It should go better if I have more time to prepare than just watching a few short videos on ‘how to pick up girls’ and then preparing a handful of flirtatious statements that didn’t insult the entire female population like the men in the videos did.” She glanced up at Molly. “Why do you ask?”

“N-No reason!” Molly said quickly, wrapping her arms over the top of her distended gut. How was she supposed to answer that? She didn’t know why she wanted to know - nor did she know why she wasn’t telling Michelle to never do any of that weird, awkward stuff again. What was even happening? Whyyyy?

“Fair enough,” Michelle said as she returned to jotting stuff down. “I must admit, though there were some unexpected failures, it was more fun than I had expected. I hope that the next attempt proves to be even more fun…”

Fun? She was talking about the test as a whole, right? Not the flirting and the massaging, right? The whole experiment, right? Right? Right?

A loud GLORP from Molly’s belly made the stuffed woman jump in place. Right. She was next to naked right now. She awkwardly got her clothes from her bag and started to put them on, but…

Shit. Her dress didn’t fit anymore. The bottom of her belly was bare to the world with the front of her dress dangling in the wind and the back barely staying below her asscheeks. One wrong step and the night’s moon would change from new to full in just one second. Sure, she was wearing a bikini and not panties, but STILL- she couldn’t go out like this!

“M-Michelle… could you, uh…”

“You can walk on your own, right?” Michelle asked.

“Uh, I can, but it would be better if-”

“If you can’t, don’t push yourself,” Michelle interrupted. She closed up her notebook and put it back into one of the paper bags. She picked both up and turned back to Molly. “My car is just out back, but if you can’t walk, I can try and help you as best I can. Which is… not much, but I can try.”

Molly blinked. “Oh. Oh, uh… right. Yeah. Yeah, I- I can make it there just fine, yeah.”

Michelle nodded. “Good. Just follow me then. Do you need me to carry your bag?”

Molly imagined trying to bend down for her bag in her dress and cringed. “Y-Yeah, uh… if you could, please, that would be… cool, yeah.”

The walk to the back of the athletics building was silent save for the noisy gurgling of Molly’s stomach and the scratching of Michelle's keys as she locked the building behind them. The car was right next to the back door as well. Michelle opened up the passenger door for her and even helped her sit down. As expected, Molly’s dress rode up the whole mile over the slope of her ass, but it was fine. She was sitting down now. It was fiiiiine. Honestly, at the moment, there was something else on her mind than the draft below her bikini bottom…

As Michelle got into the driver’s seat and started up the car, Molly said quietly, “So, uh… you’re surprisingly attentive when it comes to other people, huh…?”

“Am I?” Michelle asked. She pulled out of the spot and began to drive. “In what ways?”

Molly’s cheeks felt hot again, but there was no hot tub to blame it on this time. “Like, uh… just now, when you opened my door for me, or… when you already assumed that you were driving me home since I’m like this, or… when you dried off where I couldn’t reach, or… uh, how you came up with all this in just half a day to try and help…”

Michelle was silent for a minute. At a stop sign, she glanced at Molly. “I see what you mean now, but I should stress that I wouldn’t do this for ‘other people’.” She looked back to the road. “You are a very important individual to me. That may be why I’m more ‘attentive’.”

Molly blinked. One second passed. Then two. Three. Molly’s heart stopped. She couldn’t even respond. She just planted her face against the passenger window and screamed into her hand. HOW!? Freaking HOW could she just SAY THAT!? WITH A STRAIGHT!? FACE!? FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! SURE, it was probably because of her Goddamn research or whatever, but STILL-

“Oh, that does remind me-” Michelle said, making Molly jump in her seat. “We need to set up a time and date for the next experiment. I’d like at least a week to prepare, though. Can you text me at some point so that I have your number and we can coordinate a time?”

Molly bit her lip. “I, uh… I don’t have your number…”

“Really?” Michelle asked. “It was in plain sight when I gave it to you, I’m sure.”

The sound of Michelle’s whiteboard marker squeaking against Molly’s heavily overstretched skin echoed through Molly’s brain. She shook her head. “It was, but I couldn’t read it after I woke up since… my stomach, uh…”

Michelle blinked. “Oooooh, right! The numbers would shrink and become unreadable! Damn. I was proud of myself for thinking of that as well.” Without looking away from the road, Michelle rummaged around in her paper bag and found her phone. She unlocked it with her finger and handed it to Molly. “Here, you can put your number in now then so that it can’t be lost later.”

Molly stared at Michelle for a moment, then down at her phone. This was insane. Michelle was a madwoman. She was INSANE! She was a stalker, she had held Molly against her will, she had HURT her-

Well… hurt was a strong word… and Molly had enjoyed it…

What? Enjoyed it? What was that now, brain? No way. False information. Bullshit. She needed to stay away from this woman. Stay FAR away, and-

Oops, her number was in Michelle’s phone and she’d locked the screen. When had that happened?

She dropped Michelle’s phone back in her bag and slumped against the passenger window, groaning just as loudly as her belly was groaning. What was wrong with her? Why was she LIKE this? Why had she done that? Why why why why whyyyy!?

Fuck.

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The first commission I've finished in a HOT minute! These are two characters commissioned a while back in this fic by DuckRexRaptor on DA. 

Naturally, since it's a comm, this fic has also been posted publically on my DA and will soon be published on my AO3 (which I have now). 

This fic won't be my third of the month for here on Patreon though! I have a fun little fic nearly done that plays on a theme that I usually don't enjoy at all, but... I've made it work for me here~. 

Also... sorry, but it's another monster gal fic, heh. I can't stop! I love them too much! I SWEAR that I'll do a non-monster fic for the first one of July! Pinky swear, even!