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Drug (4 Parts)
🕑 Added 2025-06-09 23:34:25 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for tom.
1.
“This is that new energy drink my dad’s been working on,” said Angie, nodding to two test tubes in her father’s basement lab. Angie knew she wasn’t supposed to be in there, but she still liked to show the place off to her friends. What was the point of having a dad who was a scientist if there weren’t perks?
“Very cool,” said Chloe. “Are we allowed to try it?” She raised her brow.
Angie threw her a smirk. “Why not?”
The two eighteen-year-olds each lifted a test tube. The fluid inside was green, and glowing.
“Cheers,” said Angie, clinking her test tube against Chloe’s.
They gulped the fluid down.
“Eugh,” said Chloe, grimacing at the taste.
“Yeah…” Angie agreed.
“He has to work on the flavor.” Chloe’s stomach lurched.
“I don’t feel very energized.” Angie admitted. “I think I’m going to…”
And then there was darkness.
-
When they awoke, things had…changed, somewhat.
“What the hell…” said Chloe as she climbed to her feet. Her stomach was visibly bloated, and her ass felt…heavy, somehow. She reached back and cupped it. “Holy shit.” It felt huge and round.
“Eugh.” Angie sat up, her chest wobbling. She looked down and was stunned to see that her top had been rendered a belly-shirt by the DD-cup mounds stretching it out. She slid her hand down to her stomach, which was just as bloated as Chloe’s was, if not moreso. It looked as though she was four months pregnant.
“That wasn’t an energy drink, was it?”
“I…don’t think so,” Angie admitted.
“What the hell happened to us?”
“I don’t know.”
“Let’s call your dad.”
The two ambled awkwardly out of the basement. Chloe could feel Angie staring at her wobbling ass. It must have resembled Nicki Minaj’s, only larger, and was stretching her leggings at their seams.
Chloe pulled out her phone. “What’s your dad’s number?”
“I’d…rather not bother him about this.”
“Angie!”
“If he finds out I went into his lab, he’s gonna kill me!”
Chloe gave Angie a reproving look.
“What’s done is done,” Angie went on. “I doubt he can change anything at this point. Let’s just let it go. Besides, we look kinda hot.”
“I look like a freak,” said Angie. She resented the way her big ass seemed to bob now.
Angie rolled her eyes. “Get over it.” She started to make her way to the kitchen, then paused. “Oh…” she held her stomach.
Chloe, meanwhile, found herself rubbing the undersides of her small breasts. They were getting so itchy. She wondered if she was developing a rash there. When she found two distinctive bumps on her skin, she paused and frowned. They felt sensitive. She rubbed again, and shuddered. “I’ll be right back.”
Chloe went to the bathroom and examined herself in the full-length mirror. She stared at her profile and glared at her ass, her crack bulging over her stretched leggings. She then turned to her front to notice that her breasts seemed slightly larger. She tugged up her shirt, and lifted her full B-cups, then staggered back at what she saw.
She had two extra nipples! Each one was situated beneath a breast. Not only that, but the skin surrounding them was starting to get soft and puffy. It looked as though she was growing a second pair! “This is insane,” she muttered to herself.
Jerking her top back down, Chloe noticed that the cotton was now stretched over her stomach, an inch or so of her belly poking out beneath the hem. She frowned and smoothed her hand down over the bloated skin. She looked as though she had grown yet more; as though she was five months pregnant!
Chloe walked back into the living room, now feeling terrified. Angie was propped on the couch, rubbing her gut. She looked as though she was eight months with child!
“Just a little bloating,” Angie groaned out.
“No, Angie, I think this is serious,” Chloe protested. “We really need to call your—”
But she was interrupted when Angie groaned, arching her back. Chloe could only gape as Angie’s belly visibly pushed forward, EE-cup breasts being shoved higher by the mound, shirt stretching till their undersides were visible.
There was a tearing noise, and Chloe felt her ass quiver against cool air. “Oh no!” she cried, feebly trying to cover her ass where her pants had torn. She shuddered as her belly suddenly tightened, and swelled forward.
Angie had sprawled herself back across the couch cushions, fidgeting and squirming, her belly now making her look as though she was due with twins. As her cantaloupe-sized breasts bobbed and wiggled, Chloe saw a flash of small breasts beneath them. And they were steadily growing, pushing up against the upper ones.
Chloe dropped to her knees, her whole body pulsing with heat and growth. She now looked as though she was due with child, and her pubic area had gotten tender, and slightly swollen. Chloe slid her hand down beneath her belly, her fingers encountering a heated pillow of flesh. She was developing a new mound there and she couldn’t fathom what it was.
“I have to—ohhhh…” Angie awkwardly climbed to her feet and waddled forward. She looked as though she was headed to the bathroom, but she didn’t make it very far. She sunk to all fours, her overdue-with-triplets belly pressing hard into the carpet. Her second set of breasts surged forward, pushing the upper pair higher, all four of them wobbling. “Nrrrghhhh…” Angie moaned, dropping to her back, her belly rocking in violent shudders. “Oh god…” she spread her thighs wide as her hips plumpened. Meanwhile, her belly continued to grow.
Chloe’s top tore apart as her belly leapt in harsh surges of growth. The next several heaves left her whimpering and crying, her body jerking. In a few seconds she had surpassed Angie in belly-size. She looked as though a beach ball was attached to her torso.
Angie was flushed and struggling, her body dripping sweat. She rocked and grunted, thighs quivering. “C’mon…nggghhhh…ohhhhh…” She panted. “It’s coming—ahhh—” Something was crowing within her short skirt.
Chloe could feel her belly contracting, and now her nipples were burning. She struggled to get herself up off the floor, but her body seized again, her DD-cup upper breasts releasing twin spurts of fluid. “Ughhhh…I’m lactating,” she groaned. It seemed an arbitrary thing to say, as it was the least of her problems at the moment. She arduously struggled up to her feet, but the moment she did, she knew it was a mistake. Her belly was low, pelvis aching. She felt as though something was going to spill out of her. She crouched down to a squat, sobbing quietly. Her four breasts heaved on her chest, the lower ones quickly catching up to the upper ones in size.
Angie by then had pushed out a—an actual baby. But it was strange, with black patches on its skin, and a flat, animalistic nose. By the looks of it, Angie was working on pushing out a second one, the first one wailing. Despite her burden decreasing, her belly was only growing larger. Something was protruding out of the top of her head now—were those—cow ears?
“Ahhhhhh…” Chloe grunted as something veritably popped out of her opening. She could feel the remains of her pants bulging out between her legs, and she struggled to shove them down. She squirmed and pushed, feeling as though she was being pinned to the floor by her belly. She gasped for breath as whatever it was dislodged itself, and then she heard the squealing of an infant. Chloe dissolved in sobs, her belly continuing to contract, and with each one, her nipples spurting. She estimated by then she looked pregnant with octuplets.
Angie was sprawled on her side, groaning as she cradled her baby to her soft chest. She was working on birthing a second one. As Chloe looked at her, she could see that Angie’s ass had gotten as swollen as hers—and a cow’s tail was poking out just above her crack. A soft, rounded bulge protruded in Angle’s spandex skirt, cradled beneath her boulder of a belly. The bottom was bulging out, and it looked like an—udder? It was a deep pink and the size of a volley ball.
As Chloe stared at her swelling, panting friend, she realized that she had hardly taken inventory of her own changes. Beneath the pressure, the birthing, and the outlandishness of it all, she hardly had time to care. She was in pain, and swollen, her whole body pressurized, and she couldn’t even see beyond her torso anymore. “Christ!” she screamed, as a second infant's head popped out of her opening, practically propelled by her overstuffed belly. She grunted and struggled to push out the shoulders. After the birth, she was still hot and throbbing, her belly even larger than it had been before. She struggled to get up, but she was just too heavy, and she was assaulted with violent contractions any time she tried. “We really—need to—call your dad,” she gasped out.
Angie just gave her a rueful look.
And so things proceeded.
2.
Chloe released a quiet groan. She didn’t know how long she had been sprawled there on her friend’s living room floor, but it had to have been hours.
Littering the room in small heaps were flushed, squirming—babies. Actual babies, that had come out of her, and from nowhere. They were squishy and quite fat, with random cow-features littering their bodies. Some had cow ears or tails. Others had horns or patches of color on their skin. One actually had fur covering its body, and Chloe had seen at least one baby with a dark square cow-nose.
Her body shuddered. She was flushed and sweaty, covered in the odd baby that had fallen asleep after nursing.
The nursing had gone on for so long. Baby after baby had crawled over to her and fed from her teats and nipples, fighting each other for access as they hungrily drank.
Blessedly, they had gotten their fill, and now all of the creatures were contently asleep on the carpeted living room floor.
There were dozens of them. Chloe wasn’t even sure how to distinguish the ones she had birthed from the ones Angie had, or if that even mattered at this point.
Angie…
Chloe turned her gaze to her friend, who was sprawled on her side, panting heavily, yet hardly seeming conscious. Her eyelids fluttered for a moment, then sunk. Despite it, her body continued to visibly throb, as though still steadily growing.
That was, somehow, the oddest thing about recent events. Despite their births, their bellies had not seemed to shrink at all. Even then, Chloe could feel the lurching of movement inside her. She whimpered quietly, and clutched the side of her abdomen as the skin pressed out. She and Angie were still heavily pregnant, but the labor had ceased, if only for that moment.
Chloe knew that she had to capitalize on the reprieve from contractions. Though her body was sore and aching, and so very heavy, she planted her elbow on the ground and heaved herself up, just slightly. Gingerly shifting the infants that covered her onto the floor, Chloe heaved herself to an upright position, her limbs trembling as they struggled to accommodate the fact that she had abruptly grown to be several times her original weight.
The babies remained unconscious, to her immense relief. The scraps that remained of her attire easily fell away.
After arduously climbing to her feet, Chloe took inventory of her form. Her belly resembled an overinflated beach ball, looking as though she was overdue with octuplets, or more. It took a good deal of effort to remain balanced as she stood there, clutching her girth.
Her four breasts were swollen to the size of honeydews, stacked atop her belly, and pressing into her chin. Each nipple was swollen, erect, and the size a golfball, each keenly seeping gushes of warm milk every time she moved. The same applied to the teats connected to the basketball-sized udder cradled under her stomach. Chloe feeble attempted to support it with her free hand before she moved.
As she waddled her way over to Angie, Chloe could feel her swollen ass bobbing behind her. She moved carefully, dodging babies, to finally nudge Angie in the arm with her foot.
To Chloe’s unease, Angie looked even larger than she was. Chloe wasn’t even sure that Angie would be mobile at this point. “Angie, get up,” she groaned. “We…mmmm…have to go to the hospital,” she managed, words straining in her throat for some reason.
Angie’s eyes fluttered. “Mmmm?” she questioned.
“You have to get up. I want you to mmmm…meet me here in five mmm…min…mooooo…” Chloe was disturbed by the cow moan that escaped her throat. “Mmminutes,” she forced the word out.
“Mooooo,” Angie agreed, blinking up at her with a blank look on her face.
Trying to swallow down her anxiety, Chloe turned and headed for one of the bedrooms.
Angie’s mother was a heavy-set woman. Chloe unreservedly dug through the woman’s bureau, her hips quavering as they supported the weight of her girth. Refusing the prospect of exiting the house in the nude, Chloe struggled into two strapless EE-cup bras, but it was a terrible fit, more of her breasts bulging out of the cups than contained within. She tried on a large pair of panties, but it barely tugged up her gargantuan ass.
Giving up on underthings, Chloe pulled on a large dress with wide skirts. The top squeezed her upper body, breasts practically popping out of the V-neck. The skirts were designed to reach her ankles but only managed to cover her belly, though some of the mound still bulged out beneath the hem.
Panting heavily, Chloe managed to squeeze herself into a large pair of leggings, and returned to the living room, to see that Angie had fallen back asleep.
“Mmmm…” Chloe groaned in dismay. Her nipples and teats were burning, her belly tightening, and her dress subtly shifting up to make way for it. She struggled forward and had just reached Angie’s side, when the pressure got to be too much. She sunk to her knees, her hips tightening, pain shooting through her contracting belly. “Mooooo!” she cried out, as she was overwhelmed by a new wave of labor. She dropped to her back and started to birth.
3.
Chloe hoarsely groaned.
She had been birthing for hours, vision blurring in and out as her body tensed and arched periodically. Baby after baby pushed out into the world, as Chloe whimpered, feeling helpless and disoriented.
After a while she had surrendered to the labor, no longer struggling and fighting against it, instead sinking, relaxing, giving in to her contracting body.
And once she had, the pain had tapered, oddly. In its place were pulses of warmth and the faintest traces of pleasure.
Chloe grunted out again, leaning up to push, a plump creature squishing out of her body.
Her belly shuddered one more time, but then stilled, and Chloe found herself staring up at the ceiling. She gasped for breath as the numerous creatures gurgled and squirmed around her. “Angie…” she panted out, then everything was black.
-
When Chloe came to, she was still lying on the living room floor, and again, covered in squirming babies trying to nurse from her four nipples and teats. Only, this time, Angie wasn’t on the floor with her. Angie, in fact, was seated on the living room couch, looking at Chloe with a thoughtful expression on her face.
“Angie,” Chloe gasped. “You’re up.” She furrowed her brows in confusion. Last Chloe had seen her, Angie had been immobile on the floor. Now Angie looked notably smaller, her belly large as a beach ball, but no longer a bolder pinning her down.
“Mmmm,” Angie responded. She crumpled her face, struggling slightly. “I mmmean, yeah, I was out of it for a while there. It was all, mmmm, pretty intense.” She waved her hand, indicating her form. “I never thought giving birth would feel so good.” She blushed.
Chloe gazed at Angie, who seemed to have squeezed herself into a string bikini. It was probably among the few things Angie could get her swollen body into. Her belly was round and unblemished, her udder nestled beneath it, pink and shining. Her four breasts were stacked atop each other, the upper pair and bottom pair squeezed into two different bikini tops. And as Chloe stared, she couldn’t help noticing how good Angie looked, plump, fertile, and motherly.
“I found one for you,” said Angie, sheepishly holding up a one-piece.
It was only then that Chloe looked down at herself to see that she had shrunken a good deal as well.
Chloe tentatively tried to sit up, gently shifting the creatures to the floor, as they gurgled and whimpered in protest. Her body strained, but did not collapse beneath her weight. She sat up all the way, shuddering at the way her udder pressed her thighs, her belly pulsing and full, her breasts heaving.
Self-conscious of her nudity, she reached out and accepted the swimsuit Angie was holding out.
The bathing suit had to be Angie’s mother’s, large as it was. Getting into it was a process for Chloe, from heaving herself off the floor, to navigating her limbs into the openings, then stretching the material tautly over her bloated flesh. The fit was tight, but it was nice to be covered up. She looked around at the piles of babies that covered the living room, then back at Angie. “Mooo,” she said.
“Mmmm,” Angie agreed, patting the spot beside her.
Chloe waddled over to the couch.
She noticed the way her thighs rubbed now, plump and thick, squishing together as she moved. Her hips were round, udder bobbing between them. She eased herself down, her face reddening from all the sensations this roused in her sensitized body.
She looked good. She felt good as well.
“Mmm, your body looks great,” said Angie.
“Thanks,” Chloe breathlessly responded. She tried to adjust her swimsuit, as if suddenly felt tighter, her belly pulsing; shuddering. “What are we supposed to do now?”
“I’mmmm not sure I want to do anything,” Angie responded, idly rubbing the sides of her swollen mound. Chloe wasn’t imagining it. They were getting larger. She could see Angie’s plump belly steadily pushing, swelling out. Chloe gulped as a familiar pressure occupied her breasts and udder.
She drew her legs up, spreading her knees the best she could to accommodate the growth off the udder. She wasn’t sure she was up to another round of birthing, but she doubted she had a choice in the matter. “Mmmggghhhh,” Chloe groaned, hips rocking, as her swimsuit tightened to the point that it was painful. The material stretched and stretched, almost to transparency, stitching pulling apart as Chloe grunted and tensed. Finally, it ripped, her belly tearing through to bulge out into the open.
“Mmmmm…mooooooo,” Chloe groaned.
“Mmmmm,” Angie agreed.
4.
As Chloe stood in the bathroom mirror, she could hardly believe how much she had changed.
Her belly was a massive, pressurized, ball, its size ever-fluctuating depending on where she was in her cycles of birthing. At present it resembled a bolder, protruding out in front of her, seeming to dominate her whole body.
Her breasts were like volleyballs stacked on her chest, the upper pair shelved by the lower pair, and the lower pair shelved by her massive belly. Her nipples were thick and long as D-batteries, squirting milk on occasion, but mostly just seeping it down her front.
Her udder was plump and round as a basketball, the four teats protruding outwards, and occasionally spurting milk. The release was worse when she waddled about, her mounds jiggling and ejecting their warm burden.
Her ass was round and fat, sticking out behind her, contributing, at least partly, to whatever mystical force was keeping her balanced at that moment.
She waddled heavily, clutching at her bobbing masses, grimacing periodically as her teats and nipples stung from the abuse and pressure. Her cow tail waved around instinctively behind her, the cow-ears protruding from her thick hair and twitching from time to time. She compulsively scratched at it, still weirded out by her transformation. She was truly becoming a cow.
She was burdened physically, but also burdened with an onslaught of new responsibility. Huffing and puffing, Chloe wobbled her way into Angie’s bedroom, her massive belly scraping against either side of the doorframe. Flushed and sweaty, she did her best to gather up some clothing, with her limited range. She then maneuvered herself out of the room again, waddling into the living room, where Angie was still sprawled back on the couch, in a very similar state as hers. It wouldn’t be long until another round of birthing.
“We can’t just leave themmmm naked,” Chloe said, dumping the pile of clothes beside Angie on the couch.
“Mmoooo?” Angie inquired.
“They’re…mmmm…our children after all,” Chloe said, doing her best to ease herself on the carpeted floor, spreading her legs to avoid crushing her udder with her belly. The various children automatically squirmed towards her. They were large and lively for newborns, each resembling a one year old in size.
Angie lurched to the edge of the couch and did her best to contribute. Using Angie’s and her parent’s clothes, the two fashioned some impromptu togas and diapers for their part-cow offspring. The cow-children gurgled and struggled, mainly endeavoring to feed yet more. Between their varying measures of cow traits—odd patches of color, tails, horns, cow ears, and abnormally large eyes—they were admittedly adorable, odd though they were.
“I think that’s all of them,” Angie gasped out. She was breathing in heavy puffs by then, face red, belly trembling. It had surged inches outwards throughout the arduous task and was now practically squashing against her, pinning her against the couch.
“Are you kidding?” Chloe groaned back. She wasn’t feeling too composed herself. “We’re not even halfway—mmmm—ohhhhh…mooooooo…” It might have been time for another round of births.
“What are we going to do with all these, mmm, babies?” Angie groaned, leaning back on the couch, struggling to spread herself into a position to labor. “Oh god, they’re—mmm—they’re coming!” She shifted and wriggled, struggling for leverage beneath her massive abdomen.
“Mmoooo,” Chloe responded, as she had few other ideas regarding the matter.
She sunk fully to the ground and allowed herself to succumb to the mass of writing bodies. It was impossible to discern her children from her friend’ offspring, so she had long given up.
All things considered, she did have to commend herself on the little outfits she had managed to put together. Maybe she would consider a career in fashion. Or cow-fashion. It would be useful. Considering her new dimensions, and all.
“Mooooo!” said Angie from the couch. “I think they’re getting…bigger,” she panted out, moaned, and shuddered.
“Mmmmmm…” Chloe supposed it was possible.
And the two got started.
