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Farm Girl, Part 2
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Note: This is a female version of Farm Boy.
Summary: A high school senior, Megan noticed that her older sister has been dipping into the chemical on their parents' farm, and has been gaining a lot of weight. A bit disgusted, a bit curious, Megan tries the chemical hormones herself, and experiences the best high of her life. She quickly introduces the chemical to her two best friends, and the three progressively get addicted, all while experiencing incidental changes, such as butt growth, breast development, belly expansion, in addition to other, stranger, things. Contains: Female: pregnancy, breast expansion, multiple breasts, breast-belly, butt expansion, weight gain, and more. Also, issues of drug addiction.
Megan absently rubbed her chest with the heel of her hand. Her skin there felt more sensitive, and tingled from time to time. She wondered if it was a side-effect of the hormone.
It had been several days since Megan had introduced her two best friends to the incredible high brought on by the growth hormone, and the trio had quickly fallen into a routine of meeting at Megan’s house after school and taking a hit of the drug.
To mitigate the risk of Amy, or worse, her parents catching on to what they were up to, Megan would shovel small portions of the drug into disposable ziplock bags and meet up with her friends on different parts of the farm.
The three friends had experimented with the dosage. Even in tiny amounts, the hormone usually left them flat on their asses and in a daze. Larger amounts did not seem to change the intensity of the high, though it did cause it to last somewhat longer.
The friends continued to keep the inebriating effects of the drug an absolute secret, as they didn’t want to risk an intervention, or worse, having to share.
Even Megan was having regrets about that. She was aware of how much of the hormone Jane snorted down lately, and Meg found herself continuously worrying about whether there would be enough for her in the near and distant future, despite the fact that the concern was ridiculous. The farm had an abundant supply. And if her parents had noticed there were shorter amounts of the hormone than usual, they had not mentioned it.
On the plus side, Megan, Jane, and Sam had quit weed entirely and were closer than ever. Lately seemed to suffer the munchies—an extreme case, at that. But all three endured far less griping from their parents and school officials for carrying the acrid weed aroma around on their clothes.
Megan found herself snacking constantly. She was putting on weight—but thankfully, not too much of it. Her chest particularly was getting softer, so she was far from minding. In the meantime, she used her sister as a shield. Whenever one of her parents seemed to take notice of how much she was eating lately, Megan would subtly maneuver the conversation to Amy’s fat indolence and ballooning body.
It worked perfectly.
“Amy and your parents still fighting?” said Sam conversationally one day.
Meg, Sam, and Jane were hanging out in a dilapidated old shed on the far side of the farm behind the chicken coops.
Megan snorted. “Always. She’s even threatening to move out.”
“Intense,” said Jane, as she licked the chemical residue off her finger. She then shuddered.
Megan watched Jane as she blinked her dilated pupils. Jane always licked the chemical residue after a high. Megan had never tried it. It just seemed to take things a step farther than was logical or necessary.
“I was waiting all day for this,” Sam moaned, smiling as she enjoyed the inebriation. She was slumped back against the wall in the corner, ass perched on some old sofa cushions. “It’s like I’m finally realizing how dull and shitty life really is. I don’t know how we survived without this stuff.”
Megan didn’t either. And she had to agree, getting high was the highlight of her day. School had been a never-ending, mind-numbing experience. She wasn’t even looking forward to the upcoming weekend, except for when she could get high again.
Megan rubbed at the pins and needles sensation on her chest, restraining a groan. It felt uncomfortable but also incredible. She felt her breathing thinning, her stomach warming. She continued to absently press into the softness with her fingers. It felt like heaven.
“A hit in the morning wouldn’t hurt,” Jane mentioned. She took another lick of her pointer finger but the residue was all gone.
“What…no,” said Megan distractedly. “I don’t think—wouldn’t that be taking things too far? It we’re taking two hits a day each, my parents might start noticing something’s up.”
“Have you met your parents?” said Sam.
“Sam…”
“Seriously, Meg, this stuff is harmless,” said Jane. “We’ve been taking it every day for two weeks straight and haven’t had a single negative effect. Just a pinch is all we need. And your parents are the airiest people I’ve ever met. They won’t notice, and if they do, I doubt they’d care.”
Megan barely realized she was still gently massaging her chest with her fingers.
“Plus, the stuff is inexpensive,” Jane went on.
“You looked up the prices?” said Megan. Her mouth had gone dry.
“Yeah...” said Jane, looking abashed. “Just did a little browsing online. Nothing serious. It’s sold by a farm supply company called Relco. I thought of ordering it myself—you know, to take some of the burden off your parents’ supply. But Relco sells exclusively to local farms. If I try to make a personal order, it will probably raise some red flags.”
Megan swallowed. Her thoughts were racing. She was already devising schemes in her head. She was thinking of how easyit would be to order farm supplies on her parents’ behalf. They probably wouldn’t notice a thing.
But then Megan looked down at the hand on her tender chest and slowly lowered it. She wasn’t the only one who was putting on weight. Sam seemed to have the strongest reaction to the drug, and the lethargy was carrying into her daily activities. Her shirts were starting to fill out. She was developing a small belly.
It eerily reminded Megan of when Amy had first started putting on weight. But that was silly. On Sam it was just a harmless little gut. Sam had always been small and mousy, so any amount of weight gain was sure to be blatant on her. And who was to say that it was even related to the drug use? It could have been purely coincidental.
Megan’s scrutiny shifted to Jane, who looked the same as always, compact and athletic. She was wearing leggings and a jersey and showed no detectable changes in her weight.
“A hit in the morning seems reasonable,” said Megan.
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It was a few days later, and Megan was only getting softer. Particularly in the chest area. One night she sat in her bedroom and stared down at her bare chest. She had never really had real breasts, always being thin and flat-chest. But now her chest held two mounds of fat that were rounded, and had even begun to droop slightly. It was all so new and weird, but not unpleasant. Sometimes Meg would fold her arms over her chest, then hiss in discomfort at how tender the flesh there was now.
She dropped her arms again. Her nipples were hard and pink, areola round and puffy. Shaking her head, Megan got up and jerked on a shirt, but once she did, her shoulders stiffened.
The sensation of the cotton brushing on her nipples as she moved about was highly…bothersome, in a way that made her want to rub her nipples as though to scratch an itch, and made her groin heat with arousal.
Megan ran her hand through her hair. She felt annoyed by her ridiculous dilemma. It just made her want to be high at that very moment. Then she wouldn’t have to care about stupid things like breast growth.
She glanced at the way the mounds stuck out in her shirt. She would need looser clothes if she didn’t want the developments to become too noticeable.
Deeming her easiest course of action to be to grab some of Amy’s huge tops while she was snoozing, Megan exited her bedroom and headed to the one down the hall. The house was dark, and silent, though Megan could see that Amy’s door was ajar, light pouring out of her room. Raising her eyebrow, Meg peeked inside.
Amy was awake. She was slumped against her headboard, most of her belly bulging out of her stretched shirt. As Megan eyed the mound, she couldn’t help noticing how huge it looked. Huger than ever. Amy’s gut seemed double the size that it had been at dinner that evening, making her look as though she was hugely pregnant. Not just that, but it just looked odd. Amy’s belly button was protruding outwards, and it was swollen, and pink, at least the size of a golf ball. Weird as fuck.At present Amy was breathing heavily as she rubbed and squeezed the nub with her fingers, her belly heaving. It had a small plate of pink around it that made it almost look like a…
“Ohhhh…ahhhh…” Amy panted. Her body tensed up and then her belly button began to…spurt?
Megan’s jaw hung open as she watched her sister’s navel spray a white fluid, Amy groaning and shuddering beneath her swollen mound. Amy’s was actually producing some sort of liquid. In fact, it looked like— “What the fuck?” the words fell out of Megan’s mouth.
Amy stiffened, her eyes darting to the door. Sweaty and flushed, and still seeping what looked like milk down the underside of her belly, Amy twisted her face and released an infuriated scream, “Get out!”
Megan hurried back to her bedroom. She closed and locked the door.
In the minutes, and hours, that followed, Megan couldn’t sleep, and for good reason. All she could think about was her sister writhing on the bed beneath her massive belly as it freakishly squirted fluid skywards. It was horrifying and bizarre.
By the early hours of the morning, Megan had convinced herself that it had all been a dream. Some bizarre illusion. Maybe she really should try to ease up on the drug.
She chucked awkwardly to herself as she got ready for the day. She winced at her reflection in the mirror when she saw the dark circles under her eyes. She pulled on a new sports bra and a loose t-shirt then made her way to breakfast.
Amy looked livid. She was slumped in her chair, fidgeting every now and then. She shot Megan a threatening glare, which wasn’t at all unusual, once Megan really considered it. And best of all, her belly wasn’t the huge globe it had appeared to be in Megan’s dream, instead back to its usual fat state, stretching out the baggy shirt Amy was wearing.
Megan breathed a sigh of relief.
Amy kept her eyes down throughout most of the meal, and didn’t even take the bait when their parents antagonized. Megan gobbled her breakfast down as quickly as she could before hurrying out to the shed to meet her friends.
“Is anyone else having freaky dreams?” said Megan nervously.
Both Jane and Sam gave her odd looks. “No,” said Sam. “Why?”
“No reason,” said Megan, her face falling.
The three took their morning hits. By then they didn’t even pass out. Megan noticed Sam absently tugging down the front of her shirt. Jane’ pants seemed tighter than usual, the seat stretching over her ass.
Megan gulped as she self-consciously adjusted her own top. “Ready for the math test?” she said, attempting to sound wry.
Jane blinked out of her daze. “Hell no,” she grinned.
Sam echoed the sentiment.
Laughing amongst themselves, the three walked off to Jane’ car and headed to school.
Comments
Kompera
Eventually!
A trio of fat cows
Zaceria
I love the whole concept of the belly breast you introduced with Adam. I know your doing a new male story in the bad room mate, but after seeing Amy I need to ask any chance of a female version of that story too? :3
Phat94
Awesome.
