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Bad Roommate, Part 5 - 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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Violet awoke one morning to her belly nipple painfully hard and tingling with sensation, her face flushed. She didn't think, she just reached out, stroking, then squeezing. She belly tensed and her hips twitched.
God it was good. She was already sweating, her abdomen full of warmth and pressure. Her heated insides tensed, imploded, then spread out again. “Mgghhhh…” Milk pushed as she reached orgasm just through stimulation of the large, swollen nipple.
Violet found herself flat on her back gasping for breath, the pressure and euphoria combining in a strange sensation that made it briefly okay that she could hardly breathe. But soon she was scrambling for relief of the weight squashing against her. She got on her side and moaned quietly, rubbing her flank. She couldn't tell if she was sick of this or if she was secretly just craving more abuse from her strange body. Violet took another moment to lie there before shifting slowly to a sitting position then hauling herself up from the bed. She got in the shower and washed herself gingerly, after which she began the methodical process of getting dressed. She started with a strapless bra and panties, followed by the girdle.
The contraption felt tighter than ever and took some extra effort to latch closed. Despite the recent leakage, Violet could still feel the soreness of engorgement but she had just pumped the night before and was trying not to overdo things.
She stuffed a folded piece of cloth into the front of the girdle to soak up anymore output. Then she paused to breathe, feeling the girdle tighten with every inhalation. Her flesh overflowed the edges and she wondered if it was cutting off her circulation in places. She shifted and tugged at the girdle, looking for some amount of relief. A tearing noise caused her to tense. Upon investigation, Violet found that the material had begun to rip at the side but it hadn't given way completely. The girdle was still in one piece, at least for the time being.
Sighing, Violet pulled on a large shirt she had custom-ordered from a maternity shop. She had to sit down on her bed to drag her leggings up her legs where the waistband settled low on her pelvis beneath her swollen abdomen.
Before getting up, Violet paused to look at her phone. She visited the maternity site where she had ordered the newer, larger shirts. She scrolled the main page for a few minutes before going back up to the search bar.
She typed in the word “girdle.” There proved to be various options and she could filter them based on “trimester,” material, and level of support.
Violet threw a glance down at the compressed mound in her lap before looking back at her phone.
She selected a high-support girdle that was extra-large, for women at term with twins. Her cheeks were hot as she placed the order then she just stared at the wall for a moment. Things were getting out of hand. She knew it. But what was she going to do about it?
Violet heaved herself up from the bed for the second time that morning, grunting out as she pushed her belly forward. Clutching her back, she took a moment to catch her breath. Her eyes automatically rested on her swollen mass again, her feet no longer visible beneath it. Then her gaze shifted upward to her chest. For a moment she studied the pair of breasts perched there. Originally, she has just thought it to be some idle weight gain but they were too full now, and too round. They were perched so innocent and perky, high on her chest, having swollen up to C-cups only recently. It was all so overwhelming.
Violet was heavy. Just the act of dragging herself around was becoming an exhaustive process. She had even started to waddle a little. It was humiliating yet somehow her mind always trailed away from all these downsides to the impossible pleasure—more pleasure than she had ever experienced through sex or orgasm. This belly-boob brought with it something unprecedented. It was like a new sex organ on its own.
Alex threw a grin after Violet exited her room. The more-slender college student was in the kitchen whipping together breakfast for god knew what reason.
“How's the baby?” Alex joked as she walked over. She lightly patted the side of Violet's belly.
“Ha ha, very funny,” said Violet sarcastically.
Alex just kept grinning. She looked so small in the shorts and tank top she had on. “I made breakfast. How do buttermilk pancakes sound?”
They sounded great, to be honest. “I’ve got to get to my calc final,” said Violet, grabbing her backpack off the couch.
“Come on Vye, just a taste.”
Violet clutched her back and waddled over to the kitchen. There was no denying that she moved like a pregnant person.
She demolished three fat pancakes rapidly. They were delicious, buttery, and sweet. A curious aftertaste sort of reminded her of her protein shakes for some reason. She grabbed another, messily rolling it up and dipping it into the saucer of syrup on the counter, before hurriedly gulping it down.
Violet groaned and clutched the underside of her belly as her nipple ached, trying to push out against the tight girdle.
Alex raised an eyebrow, her face always so open and inviting. “You okay?”
“No. I mean, I—I shouldn't. I have to go.” Violet wiped her mouth and headed for the apartment door, hoping that she wouldn’t look as bizarre as she felt once she got to class.
Violet rode slowly to the math department building on the far side of her college campus. As she parked and walked inside, she could feel the intrigued gazes of other students following her movements, but she tried her best to ignore them.
Violet began to worry that it was a mistake that she hadn’t allowed Alex to drain her, particularly when Violet chose a desk in the back of class but couldn’t imagine how she could negotiate her body’s entrance into the small space between the desk and the connected chair. The process had always been easy before.
But in recent weeks it had gotten tricky, wedging herself in there as she squished her mound down. Still, she had managed.
Now, with Violet’s recent surge of growth, the space looked smaller than ever before. She eased herself towards the seat, and as she did, she wondered if the girdle had been a mistake for this outing. Though it lifted weight from her back and kept the belly-breast from bouncing around too much, it also left the mound quite firm so that it was less malleable and decidedly harder to squish down into any shape aside from that of the girdle. It was compressed into a tight dome.
Violet released an unintentional grunt as she finally shoved herself into the seat. Several students swiveled their heads around to look at her. She swore her gut was trembling in protest, ready to tear the desk apart. In truth, her flesh was no match for the marble, metal, and plastic combined to create the piece of classroom furniture. And so the breast ached more with every moment that the desk was pressed into it as it sought somewhere to push out and escape.
The exam was hard, not just because of the material, but because Violet was in such an extreme state of discomfort. She could hardly focus on the questions and found herself fidgeting continuously, pawing at the swell. It was just too tight. A hum escaped her throat as she felt herself starting to leak. A few of the nearest students threw her glances.
Violet raised her hand. “Can I go to the bathroom?” she entreated.
“This is a test,” the professor responded with a concerned look.
Violet obediently lowered her hand and turned her attention back to her exam paper.
She felt as though she could hardly breathe. She was being suffocated by the desk and her own body. She couldn’t stand it any longer. She felt like she could pass out. “I’m sorry.” She dislodged herself from the desk with a surprising amount of effort, nearly toppling once she freed herself. Panting, she clutched her girth and waddled toward the door as the professor stared after her in shock.
Violet stumbled into the hallway and leaned back heavily on the wall. She would try to explain herself later. Crap, what if she failed the class? No, it would be fine. She would just explain that she needed better accommodation than the small student desk. And if that failed, she could claim illness or—or something.
Violet wasn’t certain but in all her frantic scribblings, she thought she might have gotten three quarters of the way through the test. Maybe somehow that would be enough for a passing grade. Heaving a heavy sigh, she pushed herself off the wall.
With the motion, a damp patch bloomed in the middle of her shirt. Biting her bottom lip, Violet strained to contain the outpour of milk but it felt like it was overflowing her, ready to spill out. And the tightness of the girdle didn’t help. She made her way outside to the parking lot and shifted herself onto her motorcycle. The fit was terribly awkward. The student desk had squeezed her but now she had the opposite problem. She felt insecure and unbalanced as she gripped the handles, her belly-breast squashing against the frame of the bike that seemed to push her back with equal force. She would just have to hold on.
Violet started the bike, her breathing thin and the girdle only seeming to tighten. Maybe she should have found a bathroom and taken it off before her departure, but right now, Violet had no desire to go back into the campus building. She just wanted to go home, back to the privacy of her small apartment, and to Alex’s lips which were almost medicinal in how well they soothed her.
Violet pulled out of the lot. “Ngghhhhhh…” Her belly vibrated even with the girdle containing it. Milk gushed free more forcefully as her shirt was rapidly soaked to the point of being pasted against her. But she continued to drive, even when she grunted or whined out as her bike hit a bump in the road. She felt as though she could burst at times. It was just so much stimulation. She could hardly breathe. Instead she gasped and choked out breaths until she got to her building, by which point she was close to tears. Violet parked her bike and made her way inside.
Violet felt as though she had just climbed out of a swimming pool, she was sweating so much. Alex was hanging out at the dorm as usual. Did she even go to class anymore?
Violet’s fingers fumbled at her gut, desperate to free herself of the device that was just short of torturing her by that point.
“Violet?” said Alex with a questioning look.
“Aghhh!” Violet cried out as she undid one of the latches and the rest of the girdle tore apart, her shirt shooting upwards as her belly-boob bounced and popped out into the open, Violet gasping for breath. She was massive. She clutched her mound, trying to hug it to her. Alex stared on, looking entranced.
“Fuck, help me,” Violet moaned as milk poured, but not at its typical volume or speed. Instead it just pushed out in a sort of ooze, rolling down the underside of the mound while showcasing the increasing thickness Violet had noticed it as time progressed. Her milk was closer to cream now, but a bit thicker. It didn’t spray, it seeped. This was more convenient for clean-up but it also put a new tension on the massive nipple as well as an increased burden on her body which was now slower to drain.
“N-need you,” Violet pleaded.
“Yes,” Alex responded with no hesitation. She closed in, but instead of kneeling down, she just hugged Violet, squashing the fat mound between them as Violet grunted out in discomfort, her whole body shaking.
Alex reached down to knead the flesh with her hands. “God, you look pregnant,” she muttered. “You look like you have a bunch of babies stuffed in there.”
“I c-can’t—”
“Shhhh, its ok,” Alex cut her off.
Then she did something she had never done before. She kissed Violet. On the lips. It didn’t help but it distracted, if just a little.
“Hold on,” whispered Alex. “Just a little longer. Just a little more.”
Violet’s body strained. Her gut trembled. She groaned out as her mound pushed into Alex just a little harder as milk seeped and rolled between them.
There was a stinging sensation on her chest. Violet looked down to see two new small damp spots on her shirt. The swollen C-cups perched there…they were leaking. “Ngghhhh…”
Alex only seemed to squeeze her harder. Showing no intent to offer relief.
Violet was just so full, so over-packed with milk.
And Violet began to wonder for the first time if hers and Alex’s wasn’t the healthiest of dynamics.
