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Side-Effects (5 Parts)
🕑 Added 2025-04-07 22:27:03 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for Axium.
1.
Ted stepped out of the house, car keys in his hand. He saw the neighbors’ three kids playing near their school bus stop and heaved a long sigh.
“Ted.”
Ted turned back to his wife, Lila, who was curled up on the couch gazing down at her laptop screen.
“You forgot your coffee.”
“Right.” As Ted walked back inside, grabbed his coffee from the kitchen counter, and returned to the door, Lila did not look up once. “See you later, darling.”
“See ya,” she called back, typing.
Ted got in his car and headed off to work.
Ted worked as a lobbyist for the dairy industry. He was constantly looking for ways to manipulate legislation or send funds to influential politicians disguised as payments or donations for something or the other. He needed to ensure that dairy stayed in schools and work places, that it remained a cardinal part of breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He helped flood the industry with superfluous amounts of dairy, and he needed to convince the consumer to eat it.
Ted didn’t touch the stuff, himself.
Today Ted was visiting some local farms to offer his business. He got out of his car and brushed the arm of his designer suit, almost compulsively. He could practically feel the dirt and grime of the place settling in on him.
By the third farm visit, Ted was exhausted. Feeling sweaty and grimey, he strolled into the main barn, idly nodding to a farm hand who was pointing him to the direction of the office. Ted walked in, and—
This certainly wasn’t the office. Ted staggered back and tried to exit, but the door had automatically locked behind him. He found himself in a large space so crammed with bovine, it could be neither be legal nor healthy. The cows moaned and shifted their massive bellies, some so swollen that they brushed against the floor. Their udders were hugely engorged, clearly the product of some of the new growth hormone Ted had advocated for. Feeling simultaneously disgusted and claustrophobic, he eased himself along the walls, trying to make his way towards what appeared to be a back exit, while avoiding too much contact with the animals, but it was futile. He groaned as a cow blithely licked at his face.
There was a hissing noise. Ted looked up, his eyes widening as he saw that the sprinklers were emitting a drizzle of green-tinted fluid. He recognized it instantly. It was a new, experimental bovine fertility drug combined with the growth hormone. He moved faster, trying to hold his breath, but he could not help taking in several lungfuls of the fog. When he finally made it to the back door, he thrust it open and hurried out of the room, coughing.
-
Ted returned home that evening, dirty and disheveled. He absolutely detested field work, but at least he had a few new clients to show for it.
He looked into the living room and sighed to see his wife still on her laptop, now with her headphones on.
Lila worked in computer science and did these weird coding marathons. It made it all the stranger that she didn’t want kids. It would have been so easy. She worked from home!
Having been an only child, Ted had always wanted a large family. After his parents had passed, he had been left with nothing and no one, just Lila. The thought of not having kids was just short of painful.
His temper rising, Ted couldn’t stop himself from walking over and closing her computer screen. She looked up at him, an expression of annoyance on her face.
“This isn’t working,” said Ted.
“What? What did I do this time?” Lila was gearing for an argument.
Ted felt defeated. “I want to talk about it. Just—let’s try to reach a compromise. Lila, kids are so important for me. Can’t we just—”
Lila’s lip curled in a sneer. Without speaking, she got up from the couch, grabbed her purse, her laptop bag, and jammed her feet into a pair of sandals. Before Ted knew it, she was heading for the door.
“Wait—where are you going?” he asked in panic.
Lila turned back to him, wearing an annoyed expression. “I can’t do this anymore, Ted, I—we need a break.”
Ted’s heart sank.
“I’ll call you. Okay?” And then she was gone.
-
That night, in lieu of dinner, Ted sat down in the living room, and had a drink—and then several more.
Miserable and anxious as he felt, he was also…oddly aroused. It was strange, and sort of disgusting. Did he resent Lila that much? Was he…getting off on her leaving?
Heat pooled in his lower belly. He shifted as he felt himself gradually hardening.
Finally surrendering, he jammed his hand into his pants, his fingers closing around his gender.
Maybe he’d had more drinks than he’d realized.
His cock felt…bigger. Unquestionably swollen. The chemical, Ted realized, as he stroked himself, and shuddered.
By morning, he was hard again. Ted climbed out of bed and examined his naked form in the full-length mirror. He looked even bigger than last night, almost abnormally large. There would undeniably be an overt bulge in his slacks once he got dressed for work.
The thought of it just made him harder, almost painfully so. He panted quietly, and was so caught up with his changing body, that it was only then that he heard movement in the living room.
The bedroom door opened. “Hey, I came to pick up some of my…” Lila trailed off, staring at him. “What…what happened to you?” She swallowed.
Ted felt himself flush. “An…accident at one of the farms,” he admitted, feeling her eye him. He indulgently stared right back.
Lila was wearing rectangular glasses, her dark hair tied back in a messy bun. A loose hoodie hung around her shoulders, atop a T-shirt with some motto from some cartoon that some nerds might appreciate. On her legs were a pair of leggings, and the same sandals she had donned the night before. She was slender and reserved, and had no curves to speak of even under all her loose clothes. But she was beautiful without even trying. She was his, and he loved her.
At present, Lila’s eyes gleamed, seeming almost magnetized to his cock. They hadn’t had sex in a while. They didn’t have the best sex life, if he was honest with himself. And he generally wasn’t this well-adorned.
As Lila chewed her bottom lip, Ted heard himself mumble, “So…want to…try it out?”
Her eyes went wide. Finally, she dumped her purse to the floor. “Alright.”
-
Something occurred while they were connected.
Ted felt all the warmth, love, frustration, and arousal cumulate as his loins throbbed. Lila was arched and mirthful, too lost to realize.
But Ted knew the rules. He tried to pull out, but for some reason he couldn’t. Grimacing, he adjusted, but found himself locked.
“Ted,” Lila groaned, still rocking her hips up.
“I’m going to…” He grunted aloud, not sure if it was pleasure or pain as his gender swelled inside of her. Lila released a choked grunt.
This had never happened before. It wasn’t even possible. Ted felt himself pushing deeper and deeper, as her walls tightened around him.
“Lila—I—oh my god!” he gasped, and finally lost control. She screamed as he exploded, releasing more inside her than should have been possible. More and more spurted out of him. He could have been imagining it, but he thought her belly pushed out, just a bit.
He collapsed against her, both gasping, and he still felt hard. He wanted to tell her not to move but he couldn’t seem to find words.
“Ted, what’s…oh…what’s going on?” She tried to push him off, but as her hips rocked and her body squeezed, he felt more heat shoot down to her lower belly.
In a panicked struggle, the two rolled off the bed and hit the carpet, hard. Lila was on top of him now her neck back, spine tight, her whole body quivering. She released a whimper, then collapsed against him. Ted hugged her around the waist and followed her into unconsciousness.
-
The first thing Ted noticed when he awoke was his dick.
It was large and thick, at least a foot and a half. And this was it soft.
He panted quietly as he stared at it. He was reminded of college, during his internship at the stables. His distended cock was so large, it could have belonged to a horse.
Beside him, Lila groaned awake. She sat up slowly, wincing as she did. She blinked at him and pressed her thighs shut, looking part aroused and part horrified.
“Lila—I had no idea—”
“What the hell was that?” she cut him off.
“M-my cock…” he managed.
Her eyes flicked downwards and took in the appendage in question, her gaze seeming stuck to it for a moment. Her eyes snapped back up. “I’m…going.”
“That may be for the best.”
Lila got up and collected her clothes. Ted watched as she left.
2.
Lila sat at a small café, her laptop open on the table in front of her. She took a careful sip of the herbal tea before setting the cup down. It rattled slightly against the saucer.
Lila had been shaky for the past several days. In addition to that, she had been hot and flushed ever since the weird bout of sex with her husband. And things were only getting odder.
She felt horny all the time, sometimes panting quietly, her thoughts often drifting to Ted’s bizarrely expanded cock. Her breasts were slightly bloated, and tender lately, her groin heated and swollen between her thighs.
Even then, Lila found herself squirming, her panties soaked through, as it had been most afternoons for the past two weeks. She felt a tension inside her than seemed to escalate every day, a growing need that none of her toys could satisfy.
It almost felt as though she was ovulating, but it shouldn’t have been going on for this long. She had gained some weight recently, her hips widening and bottom growing plumper, until she’d had no choice but to start wearing only leggings, sweatpants, and some of her stretchier thongs.
Lila fidgeted slightly against her softened backside, her groin throbbing and chest aching. She released a small whimper that drew some attention from the other customers. Knowing that she had to get her body under control, Lila got up and hurried into the bathroom, before locking herself into a stall.
Her panties were soaked through. She changed them, huffing out deep breaths as she did. When she exited the stall she washed her hands and splashed her face with some cool water, then couldn’t help examining her profile in the mirror. Her ass looked even more swollen than it had that morning, so much so that her leggings seemed to have pushed down, revealing her thongs strap and a good few inches of her crack. Lila tugged up the leggings, when she heard a ripping noise. She stared in horror at the tear formed in the backside of her pants, before quickly wrapping her sweatshirt around her waist to hide it. With that she hurried out of the café, not for the first time, wondering what was happening to her body.
The drive to her parents’ house did not help, the vibrations of the car nearly pushing her over the edge. “Oh god…” she groaned as she pulled over, absently wiping some sweat off her brow. She could feel her loins gushing into her pants. Again her mind drifted to Ted’s horse cock. She almost came at the sheer thought of it. Biting her lip, and doing her best to focus on the road, Lila started the car again, and sped off towards her and Ted’s house.
She barely made it to the front door, her loins pulsing with heat and electricity, her clit swollen and probing through her lips. Just before she could reach for the doorknob, the door swung open on its own.
In the doorframe stood Ted, clutching a small bag of water bottles for the recycling bin. He blinked at her in surprise. Lila’s gaze shifted down to the huge bulge in the front of his pants, which seemed to jerk as she laid eyes on it.
She jumped him.
Before she knew it, she was on top of Ted, blithely rocking against him, as he stretched her beyond belief, and pushed impossibly deep, shocks of pleasure jolting through her body. She threw her head back and groaned, her skin burning, as she grinded harder, wanting him as deep as possible, so deep it hurt. She could feel him tensing beneath her, and her body automatically tightened around him.
Ted came, and didn’t stop, just like before. Lila knew she couldn’t have detached herself had she wanted to. Something had changed…flared at the head of his cock, locking them together. Her body pumped him greedily, and as it did, she felt herself…changing.
Her breasts were swelling rapidly, her hips and ass expanding, increasing her weight against his hips. Most substantially, her belly was bloating in violent waves of growth. Lila released a choked cry, caught between the sensations of her body’s outlandish growth and Ted continuing to unload inside her.
Soon she had EE-cups on her chest, still heaving with growth, but something was developing—beneath them. Lila reached up to cup her ribs to find a secondary pair of breasts developing there, pushing the upper ones higher. She could feel two sharp pains atop her head, two pointed protrusions growing out of her hair that she could hardly contemplate, because at that moment, as she cupped her rounded belly, she could feel nothing outside of an overwhelming desire for more.
3.
Lila marveled at herself in the mirror. Protruding from her hair, on either side of her head, were two white…horns. Lila reached out and touched them gingerly. They were indeed hard as bone, the tips sharp to the touch. The development was completely bizarre to her. She had never seen anything like it.
Her gaze slowly trailed down her body, a sense of uncertainty gathering in her throat as she continued to take in her changes.
Her breasts had grown substantially, swollen to plump EE-cups that sat heavily on her chest. It was sort of strange how round and plump they were, not sagging from the burden of gravity, instead sitting perkily on her chest.
They were perched upon a second pair of breasts identical to the first in weight and size. The four wobbled freely with her movements, and were topped off with puffy pink areola that reminded her of little volcanos, and the longest, thickest nipples she had ever seen. They were stiff and bulging, distended unnaturally, reminding her of bottle corks as she stared at the way all four protruded from her.
Her hips were plump and round, thighs rubbing together, and ass sticking out roundly behind her as though she’d gotten it augmented. Strangest of all, her belly was swollen round, as though she was six months pregnant. And movement lurched within.
Lila whimpered slightly, fidgeting where she stood, her loins still puffy and engorged, practically aching with desire. Her nipples felt incredibly sensitive against the cool air, her arousal making them tenser and thicker as she panted quietly, and gripped the dresser for leverage.
Something twitched behind her, against her ass. Lila turned her head slightly, and could make out a brown cow-like tail protruding from the base of her spine. Her breath shuddered.
Through the mirror, she could see Ted sprawled back in bed, slowly coming to consciousness. His cock seemed to have awoken before he had, because it stood erect at attention, looking obscene in its massiveness. Lila could hardly believe the monstrous thing had been inside of her only a few hours earlier. She felt herself salivating.
“Lila…” Ted groaned out, propping himself on his elbows. “What’s…happening to us?” She could see him drinking her in, his eyes trailing over her round ass, then examining her twin pairs of breasts in the mirror, before finally falling on her belly.
“Come here,” Lila croaked, her thighs shuddering. By some obscure instinct, one of her hands slid up to cradle her abdomen.
Ted didn’t deliberate before he climbed out of the bed. He simply got up and moved behind her, as though magnetized. He pressed his chest against her back and slid his arms around her, allowing them to join at her belly and settle on hers. Lila didn’t know what to make of this all.
“Ted…”
His hands massaged her hips and stomach, finally sliding up to examine her newly-developed breasts. Lila groaned as his fingers trailed over her unnaturally-large nipples. She gasped as her body automatically jerked down, folding over so her ass was wantonly pressed against Ted’s groin. She felt like an animal in heat. Her hands braced against the bureau. She felt Ted’s cock tracing her languidly, as his hands continued to explore her new body.
Lila was sopping by then. She pressed her lips, struggled, fidgeted, and reddened, but eventually she couldn’t stop herself. She begged. “P-please.”
He took her, hard, against the dresser, and their joint climax was just like all the others.
The pressure surged even worse than before, her face flushed and sweaty, heat building until she felt like she would burst. Her pubic region was stretching, giving way to the heated discomfort and arousal, skin bloating and pushing out as she rocked and twitched and begged Ted to keep going.
Her belly pressed harder and harder into the dresser, until her body was physically forcing them back. Ted was so lost in his own pleasure, he just clung to her, holding her upright around the ribs as her body seized and gave out.
She didn’t know when they ended up on the floor, but when she came to, her body continued to pulse with small explosions of heat and tension. Ted was still inside her, and hard again, thick, tight, and massive. She clenched and rocked compulsively, hardly aware of her sweat-sleek body, of the fact that her belly now looked as though she was overdue with child, of the rounded weight cradled beneath it, of the fact that her four breasts had each gone up another size, or the wobbling nubs against them that now resembled teats moreso than nipples.
4.
She was getting massive. It was as though Ted’s cock was infecting her somehow.
Her breasts were the size of honeydews, two pairs stacked on her chest, with pink nipples that were thick and grossly distended to the point that they resembled teats, lazily wobbling as they protruded from her puffed out areola.
Her ass was large and round behind her, her crack protruding over the waistband of her stretched leggings, above which was a brown cow tail, that waved in jerks, in automatic movements.
Two white horns protruded out from her hair. Her eyes looked larger, irises bigger, and when she blinked, she could see that the color of her eyelids had gone black, as though she had on a thick layer of eyeshadow even though she didn’t.
The most uncomfortable of her changes were the ones dominating her torso. A large round belly protruded out from her abdomen, shelving her breasts somewhat, making her look as though she was overdue with child. Beneath it was a bloated, heavy, pink mound of flesh, with thick teats protruding out—she had grown an udder.
The whole thing was horrifying. Lila backed away from her reflection. She grunted, and arched, trying to get used to the weight on her core. Her legs shuddered, breasts throbbed, and udder ached, as her belly pulsed and lurched.
“Lila…” said Ted breathlessly.
Lila waddled away, her face flushed from the exertion of moving while getting accustomed to her new dimensions. She tugged at her top, which had grown taut and been rendered a belly-shirt which barely covered her second pair of breasts, only pulling down far enough to cover her nipples.
“Lila!” Ted called again. She heard his shuffling behind her as he hastily donned some clothes.
Not looking back, Lila waddled her way to the front door. She pushed her way through it and made her way to her car.
She heard gasps, squeals, and whispers around her. It was the middle of the day,after all. Lila opened her car door and struggled to squeeze herself behind her steering wheel. She had to roll the seat back its full extent, but even then, it was still a tight fit.
Lila pulled off and drove aimlessly. It seemed like an hour that she drove in circles, not knowing what to do with herself, but trying not to panic. The pressure of her belly on the udder was so uncomfortable that she found herself continuously shifting and fidgeting in her seat. Her belly was filled with a frightening, ceaseless pressure, and she could have been imagining it, but she swore that it was pressing harder into the steering wheel than before.
Lila soon found herself pulling into her parents’ driveway. Her back was aching by the time she heaved herself up and waddled her way up to the porch. She pressed the doorbell impatiently until her mother swung the door open.
“Lila…” her father started, coming into the threshold behind her mother.
Both her parents appraised her with looks of confusion on their faces. Her father’s gave way to amusement, while her mother’s confusion lingered with a touch of concern.
“What is with this get up?” her father laughed, before he caught Lila’s crumpled expression, and his jaw dropped.
“N-not a get up,” Lila managed, clutching her abdomen as it gurgled. She couldn’t believe how heavy she was getting. “I—I need to sit down.”
As her father numbly backed away, her mother helped her inside.
“Lila, what happened to you?” her mother entreated, her voice breaking. “You—you’re deformed!” She helped Lila ease her swollen body onto the sofa.
“Nngghhh…” Lila groaned, as her belly again perched against her udder, the mass tingling, nubs twitching, in addition to her four nipple-teats, which began to grow hard to her horror. “It’s Ted,” she managed, feebly trying to tug down her shirt against her evident nipple arousal. Her eyes began to tear. “Something happened to him. It’s like he i-infected me with something.” Even then her loins seemed to warm at the thought of Ted’s monstrous cock. She shuddered, and pulled back some of the waves of hair sticking against her sweaty forehead.
Her parents gaped at her in unmitigated horror.
“We need to get her medical attention!” her mother cried.
“I’m calling an ambulance right now.” Her father hurried off to the next room.
“Mom, dad,” Lila pleaded, not knowing what for, but she was certain she didn’t want to go public with her freakishness. All of this was too much. She began to hyperventilate. Her belly tightened, her navel popping out like a golfball.
Her top was stretched to capacity. Her mother briefly left and returned with a large apron to help allow Lila some modesty. As her mother tied the apparel around her neck, Lila felt more matronly than ever before.
“I think I’m…mmgghhh…p-pregnant,” she moaned, rubbing her hands against the lurching within her.
Suddenly there was a pounding on the front door, and Lila’s loins began to throb even before she had registered who was behind it.
“It’s me,” called Ted’s muffled voice. “Lila—! Can we talk?”
5.
Her belly was tight and lurching. Just the sound of Ted’s voice made it seize and tighten, her torso shuddering as she tried to gain control of—whatever was happening to her at that moment. Her tail flicked anxiously behind her as she released a groan.
“Mmmm…” She smoothed her hands against the apron, struggling to get her erect teats in check as her breasts heaved and the distended nubs wobbled in threat of popping out over the top of the apron. Her grotesquely-changed figure was almost fully exposed. “Ted,” she said, breathless and red. “G-go—”
Lila’s mother gave her a frightened and owlish look, before tentatively moving towards the door.
“Don’t—” Lila entreated, but by then her mother had already opened it.
“Ted,” said Lila’s mother. “What’s going—” She abruptly wailed and covered her eyes at the sight of what Ted had been valiantly trying to conceal with his hands. His monstrous horse-cock was stretching out his sweatpants, looking even longer and thicker than before. His arousal refused to obey his struggling fingers, instead jabbing out obscenely through the overtaxed cotton material. Lila could see that even his balls were bigger, swollen and plump, the overall sight of his package practically an assault to her family.
As Lila’s father stood in stunned silence, her mother hurried off, before returning shortly with another apron, this one frilly and pink.
“T-thanks,” Ted said as he tied the cotton fabric about his waist. It didn’t do much to conceal his gender, which remained unapologetically engorged and stiff. It did offer a layer to at least partially obscure the shape. Ted visibly shivered before lifting his gaze from his own body. “Lila, we need to talk.”
“No!” Lila struggled up to her feet, her body pulsing with need, her legs quavering, and her loins soaking. “Oh god,” she groaned as her abdomen lurched and tightened. She nearly toppled over.
She felt magnetized to Ted, practically salivating at the sight of him. The presence of her parents, however, helped her tamp down the waves of relentless need. So instead of throwing herself at her husband, Lila found herself staggering over to the bathroom.
Ted trailed after her, panting audibly, like an animal. Lila slammed the door in his face before she could stop herself.
“God this is so fucked up,” she whimpered, feebly reaching down to touch herself but finding it difficult to navigate her fingers around her newly developed mounds.
“I have to see you,” Ted said from the other side of the door, his voice pained. “I can’t—my body—I need you,” he groaned indignantly.
Lila shivered, and dragged herself to the tub, her eyes tearing by then. “Mmmmm…” Her ass felt warm and swollen, her loins trickling down in insides of her thighs. She felt as though she was in heat, yet somehow, despite it, she reached down and began to fill the tub with cold water. It was an in-ground fixture, resembling a very-small pool. Her parents had gotten it installed for her father’s physical therapy for his bad knee. Fortunately for Lila, her body would fit inside of it comfortably. At least for the time being.
“Lila, let me in,” Ted pleaded hoarsely.
Lila surveyed herself. She looked as though she was overdue with twins by then, and her body was continuously tightening, belly surging in tingling pressure that assaulted her in arbitrary waves. She moaned and hummed, clutching the side of her belly. Her nipple-teats resembled thick, wobbling pink fingers. They hardened steadily, pushing the material of the apron away from her. She shrugged the cloth off, and found her fingers gravitating towards the nubs.
She ghosted her lower right teat in morbid fascination, hissing as it twitched up and tightened. She arched and gingerly tugged it, by some strange instinct. She squealed as a spurt of milk sprayed against the bathroom wall.
She should have been disgusted, yet her hand continued to roam, exploring the thick padding of her breasts as it tightened and pumped. Her free hand meanwhile slid down to the firm udder bobbing between her thickened thighs. She cupped the hot, rubbery flesh, knowing that it, too, was bloated with milk.
“Oh god—Ted,” she sobbed, feeling dizzied by her throbbing arousal. She managed to lower herself into the tub, the cool water soothing her, if just briefly. But soon she was back to fidgeting and groaning, her legs spreading, clit plump, passage burning. “The door’s open!” she cried out against her better judgement, knowing that she intentionally failed to lock it.
There was only a brief pause, before the door opened, tentatively. Ted stood there, panting and flushed, his eyes dark with amorous desires. “You’re gorgeous,” he told her as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him, her parents’ frantic faces disappearing as he did.
“I need you,” Lila told him, tears pouring down her face.
Ted doffed his clothes then climbed into the tub behind her.
