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Contains: Breast Expansion as Weight Gain, Slime

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The Host

II

After a very filling breakfast — three omelettes and a mound of hash browns — Lizzie made her way off–campus to the small collection of shops nearby. As much as she scoffed at her peers who obsessed over fashion trends and consumer culture, Lizzie was forced to admit that she needed new clothes.

Lizzie’s first stop was the lingerie store. She’d never been in this particular shop; the collection she brought from home freshman year had held up fine. But she needed a larger size now.

“Hello, welcome in!” The clerk greeted Lizzie as she pushed open the glass door. She wore her dishwater–blonde hair in a bob and Lizzie guessed her to be just over thirty.

The shop was mercifully quiet; Lizzie saw only one other customer, a heavyset brunette who looked at least fifty. Lizzie ignored both women and walked straight through the shop toward the bra section.

I’ve been 30B since tenth grade, but based on what I saw in the mirror this morning, they must have at least doubled in size.

Lizzie had researched the ridiculous sizing system during breakfast, so with some quick mental arithmetic, estimated that she’d need something around an E–cup. She found a serviceable looking 30DD, and also grabbed a ‘sister size’ 32D. On her way to the fitting room, she saw a different style that came in 30F so she grabbed one of those as well, just in case.

In the privacy of the fitting room, Lizzie pulled off her tee shirt, careful not to mess up her pony tail. Examining herself in the mirror, Lizzie was startled by her reflection and thought maybe she’d even grown since this morning.

It’s probably just shock… breasts don’t grow fast enough to be noticeable over days, let alone a few hours.

Slipping off the tank top she was using as a makeshift bra, Lizzie couldn’t help but be awestruck at the sight of her naked breasts. She’d never thought much about them, most every woman had breasts, and hers were appropriate for her body type without drawing unwanted attention.

Emphasis on the past tense; ‘were.’

The round lobes of fat that now hung from Lizzie’s shoulders were firm and round, jutting proudly from her ribcage to end in soft pink nipples.

Lizzie slipped her arms through the 30DD bra, and managed to get the band closed on the widest set of hooks. It was too small. Pale smooth skin bubbled over the tops of the cups.

Figures. Clothing sizes are more marketing BS than hard science anyway…

Lizzie unhooked the first bra, tossing it aside to try the next, the 32D. This one was loose in the band, as she’d expected.

At least whatever’s happening to me isn’t making me fat…

The cups were even worse on the second bra, so she took it off and tried the ‘just in case’ 30F.

It didn’t fit either.

The band was snug enough, and while the cups weren’t as bad as the DD, they were still uncomfortably tight. Lizzie clicked her tongue in frustration and put her two shirts back on. When she emerged back into the shop, Lizzie saw the other customer was gone.

“Can I help you find anything miss?” The shopkeeper asked.

I guess it couldn’t help to ask a ‘professional’…

Mmmm hungry…

You hush.

“Yes, actually,” Lizzie said, “I think I need measuring.”

“No problem. Let me grab a tape and meet you back in the big fitting room.”

Lizzie stood in the larger fitting room tapping her foot. She really had better things to do today than deal with this nonsense.

Hungry…

I said hush. I just ate!

The shopkeep tapped on the frame of the open door and stepped inside. The fitting room was about twice the size of a normal one, but Lizzie was not fond of having her personal space invaded.

“Hi, I’m Sara.” The woman said, reaching a hand out to Lizzie.

“Lizzie, nice to meet you.”

“Alright Lizzie, shirt off if you don’t mind?”

When Lizzie got her tee shirt over her head, she saw Sara’s eyes bugging out of her head as she stared at her chest. She met Lizzie’s glance and blushed faintly.

“Sorry, that’s not very professional of me. I’m just surprised you’re not wearing a bra.”

“Oh, yeah… nothing I have fits. I guess I had a bit of a growth spurt.”

Lizzie slipped off her tank top, causing Sara to gape again for a split second before she regained her professional composure.

“Well they’re certainly very nice, if you don’t mind my saying.”

“Er… thanks.” Lizzie muttered.

“You’re a student aren’t you? Do you mind if I ask how old you are?”

“I’m nineteen.” Lizzie said. “It’s unusual isn’t it, for someone my age to still be growing?”

Sara wrapped the flexible tape measure around Lizzie’s torso, just under her bust.

“It’s uncommon, but I don’t know if I’d say unusual… a lot of students gain a little weight when they start college.”

“Oh yeah, the ‘freshman fifteen,’ right?”

“Mmm, yeah. Alright Lizzie, just a hair over 30 inches here.”

“Well at least that’s the same.” Lizzie sighed.

“Alright, I’m going to measure your bust now.” Sara warned.

She slid the tape up Lizzie’s back and stretched it around the circumference of her breasts. The cold plastic tape tickled Lizzie’s exposed nipples, making the skin over her smooth orbs break out in gooseflesh.

“Looks like you’re just shy of 38 inches, so you’ll want a 30H…” Sara trailed off as she recited the size.

“Fuck me.” Lizzie whispered.

Hungry…

I said hush. This is your fault.

“I have to say, Lizzie, you’re a very lucky girl,” Sara began, “though we might have trouble finding anything… wait here a sec.”

Sara peaked out the door to ensure the hallway was empty then left the changing room. Lizzie slipped her tank top and tee shirt back on while she waited. A few minutes later, Sara returned carrying two bras, both were flesh toned and quite basic in appearance.

“These aren’t very pretty I’m afraid, and this one,” she held up one of the bras, “is maternity.”

Lizzie grimaced.

“Unfortunately these are the closest thing we have to your size, Lizzie. This one is a 32G and this one is an actual 30H.”

She tried the 30H first. It was a near–perfect fit.

“Sorry it’s not prettier.” Sara apologized again, adjusting the shoulder straps.

“Oh that’s fine, as long as it fits.”

“Okay! Do you want to try the other one on?”

“I probably better.”

Sara unhooked the first bra and helped Lizzie into the maternity bra. It was loose around her ribs, and the cups were a little snug.

“This one’s not quite as good,” Sara remarked, “but it should get you by.”

Lizzie turned to either side, eyeing her reflection with indifference.

“I can special order you something else if you like? Our deliveries come on Tuesday.”

“This should be fine for now Sara. Thanks for your help.”

“Oh it’s no problem! Do you want to wear it out?”

“Sure.”

“Alright let me just get the tag here… I can ring you up whenever you’re ready.”

Lizzie stuffed her tank top into her bag and put her tee back on. She took the second bra to the counter and let Sara scan the tags. She grimaced at the total, but handed the woman her debit card. Sara bagged the second bra and plucked a business card from a tray on the counter.

“I’ll put my card in the bag, feel free to call if you have any questions, or change your mind about that special order.”

Lizzie played back the events of the past few days and sighed in resignation.

“Thanks Sara, thanks for your help.”

“No problem! Enjoy your afternoon!”

Food now? The voice asked as they left the shop.

Haven’t you done enough damage to my body already?

Huuuunnnngggrrryyyyyy…

A familiar knotting in her stomach made it hard for Lizzie to walk. She checked her watch and saw it was only eleven thirty. She could probably make it back to the cafeteria.

Hungry!

Lizzie stumbled over nothing as a fresh wave of hunger blasted her body. She quickly crossed the parking lot to the pretzel shop.

***

After devouring two soft pretzels — one salt with cheese sauce and one cinnamon with icing — Lizzie stopped at another store to buy some larger tees she hoped would hide or at least downplay the changes to her body. A pair of XL shirts didn’t really do the job, but they looked less “slutty,” so she bought them anyway.

Lizzie made her way back to campus and went to her dorm. Her roommate was out, mercifully. She scoured the internet for about an hour, still finding nothing that even remotely answered any of her questions.

Hungry? The voice asked.

“Already? We ate like two hours ago.”

But that was just a snack.

Lizzie’s eyes unfocused from her computer screen and she looked down at the unfamiliar swell of her bosom under one of her new tees.

“Are you talking normally now?”

You talk. I listen… learn.

Lizzie opened a new file on her computer and started taking notes on her conversation with the… “whatever,” that seemed to be inhabiting her body and mind. She’d barely gotten two lines down, however, when the voice interrupted her.

I said hungry…

“Just let me make these notes real quick.”

Grrr

Lizzie typed up the little she knew— the details of her experiment, passing out, and waking up with intense, unearthly hunger and a voice in her head.

“Nobody’s ever going to believe this…”

Hungry!

“Fuck! Fine…”

Lizzie saved her work, put her computer in sleep mode, then left for the cafeteria. It was nearly dinner time anyway.

Four PM is dinner time, right?

Not bothering to wait for the voice’s prompting, Lizzie stacked a plate with three cheeseburgers and another with fries, then found an empty table. Before she knew it she was licking salt off her fingers and both plates were bare. The voice remained silent throughout her meal, but she found she didn’t even really feel full.

Is… is that enough?

Mmmm… more…

I figured as much.

Lizzie got one more burger and fries, plus two pieces of chocolate cake. After cleaning her plates, she put a hand to her stomach. It was firm, but not hard like it’d been after last night’s dinner. It was also warm to the touch again, and she could feel it churning away at her meal.

Lizzie sighed.

Alright, I fed you. Can I get some more answers now?

What are answers?

Who, or what are you, and where did you come from?

I told, I was in the vessel and you found.

I found you… in the lab?

Yes.

Where were you before?

Without.

With out… out… in space?

What is space?

Lizzie tsked in frustration. She carried her tray to the return station and headed back to her dorm. As if on auto-pilot she ducked into the little convenience store on her way and bought a pack of cookies.

How do you learn? Is it from me talking or can you read my mind?

See. Hear. Listen.

Okay, so it can’t read my mind but it can observe via my senses…

When Lizzie got back to her dorm, her roommate was still out, so she retreated to her room and put a movie on her computer. Every so often the voice would mumble or groan, so Lizzie popped a cookie in her mouth to shut it up. The movie was interesting enough to keep her mind occupied, and she theorized that this would help the being inside her learn. At least it was enough to let her ignore the loud churning of her early dinner digesting.

Thankfully, the voice was still not begging for food by the time Lizzie went to bed. She should have been shocked that she’d managed to demolish a whole bag of cookies, but she was starting to get used to the changes in her body.

The next morning, Lizzie tried to put on one of her new bras. She managed to stretch the band to hook behind her back, but her breasts were muffining out of the cups again. Lizzie checked herself in the mirror. Her breasts had grown in the night. Maybe only a cup size this time, but it was still noticeable to her scientific eye. Lizzie sighed and pulled the card from the shop bag, punching the number into her phone.

“Hi Sara? I think I am going to need to make that special order after all. What’s your return policy by the way?”