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Bad Roommate, Part 6 - Female Version
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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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The new girdle Violet got was not as supportive as the last one, but it was the best she could do at her size. She cupped the side of her swell, which sat low on her abdomen, bobbing gently with her heavy breathing. This would just have to suffice.
Violet pulled a jacket around her shoulders, even though it didn’t serve much of a purpose. Her belly bulged entirely through the opening, the buttons not coming vaguely close to being able to close. Her leggings were pushed low on her hips, beneath the belly-breast and she had to consistently pull her shirt down to keep the lower half of her stomach from pushing out into the open. She looked as though she was overdue with twins, though she imagined she was heavier, just from the weight of the milk that filled her. And her belly wasn’t completely firm as it had been with the previous girdle. This material was softer and more malleable. It caused her belly to jiggle and bounce with her movements. And her bulging navel was all the more visible, protruding considerably from the center of the swell, looking bizarre. It was bigger than a golf ball when it wasn’t even erect. Violet tried not to pay too much attention to it, because she knew that when she did, it tended harden to an even larger and more bizarre state, bringing with the growth discomfort and arousal that she didn’t think she could handle at that particular moment.
When Violet waddled out of her bedroom, she had to admit that it was a small relief that Alex was nowhere in sight. Alex’s bedroom door was closed so Violet surmised that the other college student was still sleeping. It was early enough. And honestly, Violet needed a break from Alex’s marked focus on Violet’s belly. It was the main attraction. All Alex ever wanted to do was touch it, squeeze it, suck it, or even talk about it. It was hard enough for Violet to be productive with a giant breast attached to her body. Alex’s obsession certainly didn’t help.
Violet absently rubbed the side of the warm mound.
Though she had managed to pump herself the night before, it felt somewhat engorged. Not full, but it was getting there. Lately, Violet could hardly last a day without needing to be drained. Then there was the paranoia that she would start leaking at any moment. Violet tried to push these thoughts away.
Her laptop charger had broken, and with Violet’s increasing dependence on online courses, she could not last long without a replacement. Fortunately, there was an electronics shop around the corner. But she hated leaving the house without eating anything.
Violet thought about making some eggs, but at the sound of shuffling noises coming from Alex’s bedroom, Violet settled on a quick protein shake instead. She filled her 32oz water bottle with some heavy cream and several scoops of her protein shake, even though the recommended serving size was only one scoop. She just couldn’t control her appetite lately. She added a few scoops of ice cream just to treat herself a little, before screwing the cover and shaking the bottle. She was already chugging it down as she looked around for her keys.
Alex’s bedroom door opened. She was just wearing some shorts and a bra, one hand scratching her bare rib is she yawned. “G’morning.”
Violet lifted one pointer finger to indicate for Alex to wait as Violet continued to rapidly drink her shake. By then she had gotten used to the aftertaste, having grown to enjoy it. They must have changed the recipe up but she didn’t mind it.
Once she finished the bottle, Violet lowered it, gasping. She wiped her mouth on her sleeve. “Morning.”
Her belly gurgled. She was still hungry. Without really thinking, she took the protein powder back out as well as the heavy cream. She began to make herself a fresh shake for the road. A grinning Alex wandered into the kitchen. Alex pulled a bottle of chocolate syrup out of the cupboard and set it on the counter with the other things Violet was putting into her shake. Violet gave a glance at the bottle, shrugged, and started squirting generous amounts of the chocolate syrup into the new shake.
“I wonder if that’ll make your milk chocolatey,” mused Alex lightly.
Violet scoffed. “I don’t think that’s how this works.” Then again, who the hell knows.
“How’s the milk-baby doing this morning?” Alex joked.
“I uh, I actually have to run. Laptop’s giving me issues. See you later?” Violet was already sipping at the new shake as she waddled towards the door.
“Yeah, later,” sang Alex.
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The trip to the electronics store was slow and steady. Violet was getting used to the stares. She was learning to ignore them and just focus on staying balanced. It’s as though they’ve never seen a fat person before. Violet rolled her eyes.
Her stomach was doing strange things, like emitting gurgling noises, and there was an odd bubbling sensation. Violet’s hand slid to the underside of the huge mound. She tried to breathe evenly, long and deep. Even the swelling of her chest was becoming a real problem. The way her swollen pink nipples rubbed into her shirt was both uncomfortable and distracting. They were getting achy from all the abuse of the cotton, even with her bra as a barrier.
Violet finally arrived at the shop. She was fidgeting when she got to the customer service counter. The pressure in her gut was building and she was panting from the walk.
Thankfully, most of her belly was concealed behind the high counter, so it wasn’t too much of a distraction to the store clerk who greeted her.
“How can I help you, miss?” he said.
“Um, I just need a new charger for my laptop.” Violet showed the clerk the specs on her phone. Her free hand absently rubbed her belly-breast up and down. She could tell it was rapidly becoming engorged. This was just getting ridiculous.
It seemed to take the clerk forever to find a suitable laptop charger. By the time he returned, Violet was pouring sweat. He began explaining the specifications but Violet could hardly hear him. She waited for him to get to the price, then shoved money at him, took the charger, and turned.
Violet’s shirt was wet under the jacket. Maybe that was why she had opted to wear one. Her breasts were leaking—the C-cups on her chest. God, what was happening to her body? She was becoming a milk factory.
Violet’s heart was racing when she got home. She was feeling suffocated as usual. The first thing she did was shed the jacket. She pulled up her shirt and began to fumble with the girdle, doffing it as quickly as possible. Her belly felt bloated and full now, but it was too soon to milk it again. And maybe all that did was stimulate it, and making it grow more. Violet sighed.
She noticed Alex sprawled on the couch watching TV. “Hey.”
“Hi,” Alex responded distractedly. She had a plate in her lap, and every so often she would pick from it with a fork.
“What are you eating?” Violet couldn’t help asking.
“Just some quick pasta. There’s more on the stove.”
There was a large, covered soup pot sitting on the stove. Violet went over and opened the lid. She was surprised to see how crammed it was with pasta. The pot was completely full, and Violet could smell the strong aroma of butter. It looked like the pasta also contained some ground beef, bacon, tomato sauce, and a massive amount of mozzarella. “You made a lot,” Violet remarked.
“Yeah, I’m not really good at measuring,” muttered Alex, eyes on the TV.
“Smells great.”
“Help yourself, girl.”
Violet got a large bowl. She was doubtful that the two of them would be able to eat all this pasta before it went bad, so she filled the bowl to the brim and happily indulged. There was that aftertaste again. Violet wondered if it was herat this point. Either she was getting sick or it was all in her head.
Violet had already gotten through half her bowl, just standing there, thinking. Shrugging, she gave herself an early refill since she was already by the stove. Some pasta slopped over the edge of the dish. I’ll get that later, Violet thought, stepping over the noodles on the floor. Balancing the bowl carefully, she made her way over to the couch. At seeing her, Alex straightened and lowered her legs to make room. Violet eased herself down. “What are you watching?”
“The Prince Groom IV,” Alex shrugged.
“Oh, I heard this one was good.” Violet sunk into the couch, trying to get comfortable. She rested the bowl to the top her mound, continuing to suck pasta down hungrily. Her shirt had slid up a good deal with the motion of sitting, having risen almost over the belly-nipple that had become of her navel.
Violet ate quickly and mechanically as she became immersed in the movie. At some point she must have lowered her emptied bowl to the coffee table because she startled when she felt a hand touch her waist.
Alex’s eyes were still glued to the television, but she had one-handedly slid Violet’s shirt up to release the swollen nub, and it admittedly felt nice. Violet relaxed again, enjoying the sensation of Alex idly stroking the mound. She knew she should have told Alex to stop, but it was somehow relaxing. It was practically harmless anyway, the strokes turning into a firm, circular rubbing around the nipple. Violet’s breathing thinned a bit, her face warming, and her flesh tingling. The movie had moved past its climax and was winding down, Violet’s eyelids getting heavy. With the uncontrollable growth of her abdomen, she had all but given up on her diet. She knew all the overeating was contributing to the fatigue. It was the middle of the afternoon; she should have been studying. But as much as she tried to keep her eyes open, her eyelids only sank, making contact with the bottom lids then blinking open again. It was just so comfortable, the warmth, the closing credits song, the strokes of Alex’s hand.
Then Alex pulled away. The couch shifted. “Do you want more pasta?”
More pasta sounded great, but Violet resisted. “I shouldn’t…ahh…” She tensed up, her belly abruptly feeling tight and pressurized. Her back arched by instinct as her abdomen shuddered then pushed out. “Nggghhh!” Violet squirmed, her face red and sweaty. She was having a growth spurt. “Agghhh…fuhhhh…” she groaned, struggling to breathe, hands clutching the tight mass as it shivered and jutted out.
When it ended, Violet was bigger than ever, air knocked from her lungs. Her belly sat on her lap, huge and shivering. “Hahhhh…hahhh…” Violet struggled to catch her breath.
There was a long moment before Alex finally spoke from where she was standing to the left of the couch, just outside of Violet’s field of vision. “Geeze Violet, are you…are you okay?” she managed. Alex hesitated. “Do you…do you want me to—?”
“I think, I um…” Violet just needed a minute. Several, probably, because her mind was still trying to wrap around what had just occurred. “Can you help me up?” she asked weakly.
“Sure. Of course.” Alex hurried over and helped pull Violet to her feet, where Violet teetered slightly.
But Violet was quick to adjust. She spread her legs. “Think I’m gonna… gonna take a bath.”
“Right.”
Alex helped Violet all the way to the bathroom. By then Violet had already found her footing.
Violet shuffled inside and closed the door, her heart still racing.
“Let me know if you need anything,” Alex called from outside.
Violet made her way to the bathtub. She gingerly lowered herself to the edge, before reaching for the tap and turning on the hot water. She sat there and watched the water slowly fill the basin, still trying to remain calm down and get her breathing to even out.
She kept a spare pump in the cabinet under the sink. Violet just managed to reach it from her spot. She set it on the floor beside the tub before she slowly eased herself down into the water. But she didn’t sink completely. Though the water was so high that some of it spilled onto the floor as her body submerged, her belly protruded up from the surface, crowning out of the water, too big to be covered with the rest of her. Violet just shook her head and slumped back against the porcelain.
