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Bad Roommate, Part 4 - 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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God the pleasure was unreal. She had become a huge freak but the pleasure was unreal.
Violet's mound was bulging even out of shirts she had purchased recently. She was growing so much and so fast. She swore, she looked as though she was eight months pregnant by then.
She had ordered a pregnancy girdle. It was a struggle just to figure out how to get it on. There was a lot of grunting and fumbling as she deliberately compressed her mound within the confines of the stretchy material. By the time she finished getting it on she was gasping and sort of chuckling at how ridiculous this situation was. She was breathless and fidgety under the unquestionable discomfort but she figured she'd get used to it. Besides, she needed something to stand between her huge sensitive nipple and the constant friction of her tops.
Violet made her way over to the mirror and examined herself. The mound was less bouncy and even a bit smaller-looking. It had become firm and compacted to the degree that it now appeared spherical rather than tear-shaped. She really did look pregnant.
She pulled her shirt back on. It fit now but only just. As she started to move, she could really appreciate the support the girdle gave to her back. With a sigh she exited her room and went into the kitchen with a couple of books in hand.
Alex was there putting together a quick sandwich. She threw Violet a glance and smile. "God you look sexy, all round like that."
Violet rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her amusement. "You just like my milk baby," she said, lightly patting her belly.
Alex giggled.
Violet dumped her textbooks on the kitchen table and plopped down in a chair, intending to get some studying done.
For an hour she tried to focus on her coursework and not the other things she could be doing if she got Alex involved.
Violet couldn't spend all her time getting off, after all. It was a lot. And if she wasn't mistaken, all the stimulation was making her growth really surge lately. The girdle almost felt like it was getting tighter by the moment but she knew it was all in her head. Violet tried not to think about it too much.
Two hours passed, during which Violet probably only got in a half hour worth of studying. Despite it she felt stiff and weary. She pushed back her chair.
"Time for a break?" Alex called from the couch. The amount of attention she was directing Violet's way was both unnerving and exciting.
"I, um..."
"I think you should take a break," Alex asserted, already standing up and closing in. She put her hands on the arms of Violet's chair, leaning in close.
"Alex..." Violet murmured, getting breathless as Alex hand reached down to cradle the mound.
Then Alex paused. "What is this thing?" she said in confusion as she drew Violet's shirt up. Violet felt her cheeks warm as the girdle came into view.
"It’s an, erm, a pregnancy girdle.”
"Seriously," Alex laughed.
"Hey, its lot of strain on my back," said Violet. "I'm probably carrying gallons sometimes. And it jiggles around all over the place."
"Not when it’s full," said Violet, recovering from her giggles. "It gets so tight."
"I'm not sure which is worse."
Violet's shirt was now bunched up over the contained mound. She gasped as Alex unlaunched the girdle, causing her belly-breast to push out. As proud as Violet had been to get herself into the girdle only a little while earlier, it was a surprising relief to be freed of the tight confinement.
"Hello there," said Alex, giving the huge nipple a squeeze and causing it to squirt.
"Mmmm…" Violet hummed, her eyes fluttering. "N-not ready yet." They had just done this yesterday, after all.
"So?"
"Alex…ohhhh…"
Alex sucked anyway. She only managed to draw out small amounts of milk but she seemed entirely satisfied with that.
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Alex knew that the more she stimulated Violet's belly-breast, the more it would expand.
It seemed to be working.
Violet was not just filling, but growing.
Violet was now begging to be sucked after Alex had drained her just three days earlier. She used to last over a week before she truly needed it.
By then Violet looked at term with child—heavily pregnant, but bouncier. The nipple was huge; bigger than a golf ball. The areola was a puffy pink plate of flesh beneath it.
The pair of breasts on Violet’s previously-flat chest had also grown, now probably B-cups by then. They were too round and too full and Alex could tell that those were getting engorged as well. She wondered if Violet noticed yet. Likely, she had noticed the growth but perhaps not the engorgement.
Violet was becoming a one-woman milk factory and was even starting to accept it. With Alex's aid, of course.
She was carrying their milk-baby. She had even started to waddle a little, and Alex didn't know why she found that hot, but she did. The way Violet waddled and arched to stretch her back or paused to catch her breath, her hand supporting the underside of the mass—it was all insanely hot, and Alex couldn’t get enough of it. Then the way Violet shamelessly whined and begged to be emptied—it was enough to drive Alex mad.
Weirdly, Alex's diet seemed to consist almost entirely of milk these days. It was unusual and probably unhealthy, but somehow Alex couldn't bring herself to care. All that mattered was Violet's gorgeous swell. It filled Alex up and she didn’t need anything else.
Alex found herself not only in Violet's room, but on her bed late one evening. She was nursing lazily while sort of dozing. She imagined this was how babies felt. Violet was lying on her side, eyes closed, lips moving wordlessly. Her shirt was drawn up over the massive bump. It was flushed and sweaty and always seemed to be full these days. Alex pulled off the nipple with a wet pop, and even then, it's squirted. Violet grunted as her hand moved to cup the area, not making contact with the swollen nipple. She breathed heavily, in-and-out.
"Mmmm…" Violet hummed when her nipple didn't produce anything more than a few droplets of milk following the squirt. "Ahh, I think you drained me."
"Happy to be of service," said Alex wryly. She planted a kiss on the face of the mound. And then just stroked it, rubbing circles along it with her palm. It was just so peaceful and methodical, the gentle heaves of Violet's belly, the movements of her own hand, Violet’s soft puffs of breath as Alex marveled at the orb through the darkness.
The two never spent the night in each other's beds. It would bring things to a level of intimacy that neither had really thought about.
But that night they fell asleep together. Alex only realized what had occurred the following morning as she steadily awoke and smiled, reveling in the sensation of soft skin against her cheek. She kissed the mound until Violet stirred.
The mound visibly contracted. Violet gasped, her eyes popping open. “God,” she breathed just before the nipple started to squirt milk several times with small pauses in between. She sat partly upright but this only worsened the issue, as she sprayed and grunted. Things were getting out of control and Alex couldn't have been happier.
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Alex was full. She constantly felt stuffed and even her own gut had started developing a curve lately from constantly being overfilled. She wasn't about to complain but she was starting to realize that Violet was producing more milk than she could possibly keep up with. The milk was just so thick, creamy, and heavy lately. But if Violet wasn't completely drained as needed, her body wouldn't feel the need to produce as much. It might even start producing less, and the progress they had been making could hit a snag. Alex's income could hit a snag.
"Have you thought about pumping?" said Alex casually.
Violet glanced up at her. She was seated on the couch, one of her hands cradling the side of her belly where it always seemed to be these days. Her cheeks were flushed as she swiped some sweat off her forehead. She was breathing heavily as she just sat and endured the heat and weight of her milk-full belly.
"Pump?" said Violet, raising a brow.
"I mean, like a breast pump," said Alex, grinning as she idly watched the mound heave. Violet was dressed in a pair of leggings shoved low by the mass. She also had on a thin tank top that was stretched tight over her belly, a smear of dampness on the face where her button-nipple seeped arbitrarily. The breasts on her chest were full and perky. Violet was full of sustenance, just producing so much of it. It was heavy, filling, and likely high-calorie. For once, Alex considered the connotations of this weird experiment and its potential applications. Violet was producing food. Huge amounts of it. Probably enough to feed several mouths a day. More than a cow could come close to yielding. Imagine what a producer like Violet could do for people who were starving. In the end this was a good thing. Alex was doing something good.
"Oh," said Violet, pulling Alex out of her reverie.
“Your milk is delicious—and I’d drink it all day if I could,” Alex added quickly. “But sometimes even I can't keep up. God knows I try. Hell, I like to try.”
Violet gave a half-smile but then her belly trembled very subtly and she took a shuddering breath. Her hands moved to cup either side of her orb.
Alex approached, licking her lips. “Do you want me to…”
“No. I mean, not now.”
“You're full.”
“I'm always full. I just need a breather. If I come again today, I'm gonna pass out, I swear.”
Alex burst into laughter. “Fair enough,” she choked out.
“And yeah, maybe I will try a pump.”
“I can pick one up.”
“Thanks Alex.”
“Just promise you'll let me watch.”
“God, you're the worst.”
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The pump had two suction cups and a hose that led to a collection container. It was adjustable to a good extent and Alex was able to remove one of the suction cups and replace the container with a much larger one. She brought the pump to Violet who was sitting on the couch. Violet gave it a considering look.
Both knew the suction part looked too small. It was meant to accommodate a normal-sized nipple, not Violet’s huge one.
“Let's give it a shot,” said Alex optimistically.
They turned the machine on and pressed the suction part to Violet's large, bulging nipple. It only seemed to accommodate the face of the nub but it was enough. It drew and milk immediately began to pour down the hose, Violet's eyes widening, lips pressing closed.
“How does it feel?” Alex deeply wanted to know.
“Uh…okay,” said Violet. “Er, it's…it's different, not as—it's not as, uh, bothering.”
Less sexual, then. Less arousing than when Alex sucked her manually. Well that would probably be helpful. Sort of. Violet leaned back and sighed, her eyes fluttering closed as the machine worked. And as Alex watched, she felt herself licking her lips. Was she really getting jealous of a device?
“So you like it,” said Alex.
“Yeah, it's good,” Violet murmured. “Thanks for recommending it. Just—thanks for all your help.” Violet threw her arm over her eyes and arched, pushing her belly-tit out. It was strangely sexy, her belly wiggling slightly with the draws of the pump. “Some nights it's hard to sleep. You know, with all the heat and strain.”
Alex sat down and watched as milk poured into the container. “Now that we’re collecting it, what should we do with it? Maybe we can donate it or, I don't know, make something.”
“Yeah,” Violet breathed noncommittally. “Whatever.”
