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The Study (8 Parts)
🕑 Added 2025-04-07 21:18:43 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for Heathen.
1.
Nora stumbled off the treadmill, gripping the handrail for support as she gasped for breath.
The machine turned off automatically once the sensors registered her absence. Exercise registered. Feedback sent, chirped the automated voice.
Nora glanced at her watch to see that she had only lasted twenty minutes on the machine. She shook her head in disgust with herself. Only a few months ago, she could have jogged for hours at one time without issue.
Wiping some sweat off her forehead, Nora left her small home gym and made her way into her bathroom.
Though Nora was only twenty-four, she had won many competitions throughout her impressive athletic career. Her body had always been slim and muscular, without a hint of fat.
Things had started changing when she had signed up for a selective hormonal study, enticed by the promise of it legally boosting her performance.
But within a few weeks, Nora had started putting on weight. At first she had written it off as her body adjusting, or even muscle growth, but as weeks turned to months, Nora had realized that something strange was going on. She had dug up the contracts, reviewing every word. What she found shocked her. The study was actually to enhance her fertility performance.
Nora stepped onto the bathroom scale. She had to “weigh in” every morning and evening. The scale beeped. 152 pounds. Feedback sent, chirped the automated voice.
Nora flinched. Two pounds since yesterday!? she thought in disbelief. It was the biggest leap in one day.
She usually tried to tone out the scale feedback, or even wear headphones to avoid the distressing reality of her increasing weight. She had been 130 pounds only a few months earlier, but had somehow put on over 20 pounds with few changes to her routine.
Things are really starting to ramp up, she thought in dread. Nora went to her bathroom mirror, the edges gleaming unnaturally, and she knew that it was recording her. She was under constant monitoring to ensure that she was complying with the program.
The more weight she gained, the more her athleticism declined. During her last competition, Nora had placed last for the first time in her life. She hadn’t even been able to qualify for a popular weightlifting tournament the other day, even though she had won it last year.
Nora studied her reflection. Gone was her lean, muscled body. Most of the weight she had gained had gone to specific places. Her formerly flat chest was now adorned with a pair of round E-cup breasts that were presently stretching out the athletic tank top she had on. Her nipples were swollen unnaturally and bulging prominently against the material. Breathing heavily, she looked at her exposed midriff, her abs replaced with a soft but smooth stomach. Her hips had rounded, and her backside had become quite plump, now sticking out behind her. Nora felt perpetually warm and mildly horny at all times. Even at that moment, she had to consciously refrain from touching herself. She had been up half the night and was, frankly, exhausted.
Nora opened her medicine cabinet and pulled out the pills she was contractually obligated to consume daily. She popped two into her mouth and gulped them down, before replacing the bottle in the cabinet. Her eyelids fluttered as a strange tingling sensation ran through her breasts then down her groin. Taking a shuddering breath, Nora closed the cabinet and left the room. She absently tugged at her too-tight athletic top as she made her way to the kitchen.
She felt a little breathless, panting as she opened the fridge. She lifted a quart-sized jug from the top shelf. The fluid resembled milk, but was actually some sort of protein shake that she was tasked with consuming. At first the chemical aftertaste had disgusted her, but Nora had soon grown used to the substance. Sometimes she even craved it.
She drank directly from the jug, thirstily chugging until she was sated. She placed the remainder of the jug back onto its holder in the fridge, the console beeping. 17 ounces consumed, said the automated voice.
Nora closed the fridge and wiped her mouth, her belly gurgling as though in appreciation. Her watch buzzed and she glanced at it. Overhead a voice spoke the words flashing there. It’s time for your appointment.
Nora went to her study and sat at her computer, the screen turning on automatically. A woman in a white lab coat appeared, her eyes observant behind her rectangular glasses. “Good morning, Nora.”
“Hi,” said Nora stiffly.
Nora tried not to fidget as leather straps emerged from the chair, sliding around her stomach, hips, thighs, and chest. But rather than binding her there, they retracted again. Just taking her measurements, as they did every day.
“We are quite pleased with your progress,” said the woman on the screen. Her name was Dr. Nolan but she often invited Nora to call her Lily. “Your body has adjusted faultlessly to the treatments.”
Nora’s chair automatically tilted and swung, as though to display her every angle to the camera for Dr. Nolan. Nora clenched her jaw and tolerated it.
“There will be a new shipment coming through soon. I will have it added to your calendar.”
“How long will this go on?” Nora couldn’t help demanding.
Dr. Nolan paused, frowning at her. “As long as necessary.”
It was always the response.
-
That afternoon, Nora did some work on her personal laptop.
There was a beeping noise ahead. Relaxation time, the automated voice declared.
Nora rolled her eyes, but dutifully got up and went to sit in the armchair in her living room. She took the headphones out of the compartment on the arm of the chair and plugged them into her ears. She leaned back as she closed her eyes.
“You are a beautiful, voluptuous woman,” a soothing voice murmured in her ears. “You are fertile. Primed and ready. Your breasts will feed. Your hips will birth. You want it. Your body needs it. You will grow, you will nurture…” The voice went on and on with such nonsense as Nora’s loins throbbed and her nipples ached. Her breasts felt tingly and heavy, and she couldn’t help cupping the pulsing heat there, groaning and breathing, her shirt straining harder against her, as her hips twitched and the voice went on... “You want to be full. Packed to bursting…” Eventually Nora dozed off.
2.
Nora jolted awake. She was astonished to see that three hours had passed since she had started listening to the recording.
She quickly ripped the headphones out of her ears, pushing herself into an upright position.
Her body felt hot and tingly. Her thighs quavered when she stood up from the recliner, and she had to lean on the wall to avoid losing her balance. Nora breathed heavily, feeling a light sheen of sweat coating her body. She just felt so hot and flustered. She ran her hands along her torso, cupping her chest, but just the contact made her take a shuddering breath. She couldn’t believe how sensitive they were, her nipples swollen and aching, more distended than she had even thought was possible.
And somehow the heat was building. Filling her breasts until they felt to be pulsing. Nora grimaced as she felt her bra cups pinching into the tender mounds, as though she had outgrown it somehow.
A pounding on her front door pulled Nora out of her reverie.
Still feeling jittery, she stumbled over. When she opened it, she was encountered by two burly men in maintenance uniforms.
“Just came to restock,” one of them said, helping the other to carry a large plastic bin between them.
Nora stepped aside as they walked to the fridge and began to fill it with her ample food supply for the following week.
Nora said nothing, staring at the two men in a daze, her lips parted. The tingling had started up again, now saturating her chest, as well as her hips, ass, and groin. Every breath of air she drew just didn’t feel like enough.
Now they were checking her vents, looking over some panels, adjusting her desk chair, and scribbling something down on their clipboards. Nora came out of her reverie to one of the men repeating her name.
“Oh…um…yes?” Nora managed, blushing.
The two men were peering at her. One’s face was entirely blank, but the other had a slight smirk on his lips.
“Any inventory requests?”
“Oh, just…maybe more of the protein shake, next time,” Nora managed. She has really taken a liking to the substance.
The guys nodded and left. Noah’s mind continued to spin. She felt a sense of yearning. Again, her hands cupped her chest, which felt so strangely heavy and tender at that moment.
A beeping noise rang out above her. Your girlfriends have arrived. Proceed to the patio, declared the automated voice.
“What?” Nora murmured in puzzlement.
Proceed to the patio! The voice said louder this time.
Nora still felt disoriented. She wanted to change her clothes, but the urgency of the voice was freaking her out.
THE PATIO!
Nora hurried out to the patio. She was baffled to see three of her girlfriends sitting around the table there with margaritas.
“Hey girl!” said Gina, pushing her sunglasses down to get a better look at Nora. “Got your text. I’m surprised you invited us over.”
“So am I,” said Nora in confusion. Text?
“We knew you were still upset about that last competition…” intoned Sarah.
Nora slowly sat down in the spare seat at the table.
154 pounds! Nora’s chair shouted.
Nora turned red. “Just a n-new scale,” she managed, as her friends stared at her.
“I hope it doesn’t do that to me!” said Sarah, fidgeting around as she looked down at her own chair in concern.
“Girl, what the hell have you been eating!?” blurted Monica, causing Gina and Sarah to burst into giggles.
“I wasn’t gonna say it!” said Gina.
“Your tits look amazing!” Monica went on. “And your ass — holy hell, you gotta refer me to your surgeon!”
Her blush only deepening, Nora awkwardly folded her arms against her chest, though this did little to hide the swollen mounds straining her shirt. “I didn’t exactly want this. And of course it’s not surgical,” she insisted.
Her friends looked doubtful.
“How’s the family?” Nora asked Sarah, trying to change the subject.
“Driving me crazy, as usual,” Sarah laughed. She pulled out her phone and started showing them pictures.
Though Sarah’s three-year-old triplets took the forefront of most of the photos, Nora found her focus on Sarah’s husband. Daniel was tall and muscular, with dark hair and a scruffy beard. Though he had always been attractive, Nora had never paid it much attention. Yet now she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
“You know my cousin still has a crush on you?” said Gina as she poured a third round of margaritas. The sun was starting to set, taking the edge off the summer heat.
“Rodney?” said Nora distractedly. She was still absorbed in Sarah’s latest family photo. “Isn’t he still in jail?”
“No, dumdum, he got out last week! And he swears he didn’t rob those banks. I think it was all just a mix-up.”
Nora flipped to the next photo, Sarah having all but relinquished her phone. Nora zoomed in on the image of Daniel in the far background of another photo with the triplets. He was just so fucking masculine, so virile. Nora started breathing hard.
A car honked. The three women looked past the fence to see a luxury SUV pulling up to the curb. Out stepped the very man Nora had been thinking of. He gave them a nod.
“There’s my ride,” Sarah laughed, standing.
Nora pulled her wavy hair out of her face, breathing heavily, practically panting like a dog. Her body felt so flustered, groin throbbing with arousal. She tried to gain control of herself, but the tension was building. She felt her breasts heave with heat, pushing harder against the tank top she was wearing. The top, in turn, strained and started to peel back. She tugged feebly at the neckline, her nipples almost painfully erect as she struggled to breathe.
Her breasts throbbed in another wave of growth, Nora’s thighs shifting as she struggled not to groan. She was certain she had gone up a few cup sizes, her breasts the size of honeydews as they wobbled and threatened to tear right through her shirt.
Her nipples looked the size of coke caps by then. She didn’t know how any of this was possible.
Her friends were staring in astonishment. But all Nora was really aware of was the fact that she was sopping wet and Daniel’s eyes were pinned to her body.
3.
Nora had always had the reputation of being a goody-two-shoes.
Admittedly, she always tried to do the right thing, sometimes to the point that it became an issue, or even a detriment. She was probably gullible in following whatever rules were laid out for her. It was likely why she had gotten into this whole debacle in the first place. The study.
Nora couldn’t make sense of the hunger she felt at that moment, and the heat roiling through her body as she stared at Daniel — one of her closest friends’ husband. She felt almost feral with need. She stumbled a step forward, but stopped herself from proceeding towards him.
It took everything Nora had to wrench her gaze away, looking down. She could feel Daniel staring at her. They all were. After all, Nora had just grown several sizes in her breasts, hips, and backside. She panted heavily, her mounds rocking. Her tank top looked more like a bra by then, straining to contain the huge mounds on her chest, Nora awkwardly clutching them with her hands. Her spandex shorts were stretched to capacity, now looking like panties. An inch or two of her butt-crack was protruding out over the straining waistband.
Nora’s lips moved wordlessly, a small moan coming up her throat. Her plump hips trembled. She had to get it together. “A-allergies,” Nora stammered, finally. It was the only explanation could she could think of, and an awful one at that.
“What!?” snapped Sarah in bafflement. “You couldn’t possibly expect us to believe —”
“We should go!” piped in Gina, looking entirely spooked. She was staring at Nora as though she was a mutant.
With that, Gina hurried towards the gate, dragging a protesting Sarah with her. But Monica lingered.
“Nora…” Monica’s eyes were running up and down Nora’s outrageously voluptuous body. The woman shook herself out of her reverie. “Er…can I bother you for a ride? Ted’s car is in the shop, so I let him use mine today.”
Nora agreed.
She stopped in the house only to grab a cardigan, which she pulled around her shoulders. Monica was looking around in fascination at all the new, high-tech items. Paranoid that the automated voice would start yelling at her, Nora hurried out the front door, Monica following close behind.
“Wow, you upgraded things in there,” Monica noted as the two of them climbed into Nora’s SUV.
Nora offered a noncommittal hum as she started the car, her forehead still beaded with sweat from the growth spurt. She was acutely aware of the heaviness of her chest and the squishiness of her posterior. She just focused on breathing, and not thinking about how hot she was feeling. Absently, she rubbed her thighs together, her groin tingling with an unquenchable need.
After she dropped Monica off at her house, Nora tried to drive home, but for some reason, the steering wheel would not abide her. She watched in surprise as the car started driving on its own. Nora flinched when it made a sharp turn. She expected the vehicle to jump the curb, but it continued to navigate quite smoothly.
The car stopped in front of the county jail. “Destination reached,” the automated voice chirped.
Nora blinked when the car went into park right in the middle of the road.
The cars behind her honked their horns, people yelling out their windows when Nora’s vehicle did not resume driving.
Panicking, Nora attempted to turn the ignition back on, but the keys wouldn’t move. The car wouldn’t start. “Fuck,” she hissed.
Only then did she notice the small group of police officers talking amongst themselves on the corner as they enjoyed coffees. Their attention was drawn to the commotion, and Nora felt herself blush. She had always had an appreciation for a man in uniform.
God, it was getting so hot. Nora rolled down the window despite her better judgment. She just needed some air. The yelling and honking grew louder yet became background noise somehow.
Nora breathed deeply. She was just getting so big. Her breasts were so plump and fat, it was truly outrageous. They looked like fucking honeydews, her top barely able to contain them. Nora arched her back, cupping the sides of the mounds. She unbuckled her seatbelt and got to her knees on the seat, not knowing why, but unable to fight the compulsion. She leaned out the window, shoving her chest out. Displaying them for the officers who were all gawking by then. One cop dropped his coffee.
-
Nora suddenly found herself seated in a holding cell, fidgeting her thighs and tugging at her clothes. She was breathless as she squirmed, her hips unconsciously rocking against the stiff bench beneath her. There was one other woman on the opposite side of the cell, staring at Nora oddly.
Nora could not stop thinking about the officers who had grabbed hold of her, pulling her out of her car as they cuffed her wrists behind her. Her skin seemed to burn wherever they had touched her. She panted quietly. She just wanted more.
Her body prickled. She felt delirious. But she had to focus. She had to ask for her phone call, make bail, and — and —
She pressed her lips together, humming as heat started to build again, her top stretching beyond its limits. Breast-flesh pushed out beneath the straining hem as she panted. Another inch, and the material wasn’t going to cover anything at all. Nora gasped for breath.
4.
Officers would come in and out, sometimes dragging along another arrestee. When the door opened, Nora would sometimes get a glimpse of the male holding cells, which were certainly more cluttered than the female ones. At the end of a bench in one of the male cells sat a tall, hulking figure, with rugged looks and a full sleeve of tattoos decorating his muscular arm. He looked oddly familiar as Nora squinted at him. Wait a minute…. Is that Gina’s cousin? His name was Rodney, if Nora recalled correctly. “I thought she said he just got out of jail,” she muttered to herself.
An officer came into the room, sneering at Nora and the two other women in the cell with her.
“You’re all being transferred to County,” he apprised.
Nora instantly got up, gripping the bars, and unwittingly pressing her body into them. Her breasts were just so big now, squishing between the bars, her sweaty cleavage on display. The officer’s eyes flickered downwards, his lips parting.
“Don’t I get a phone call?” pleaded Nora.
The officer approached enough that they could have a one-on-one conversation. “You’ll get it later,” he said.
“What about bail?” Nora demanded.
“The court is backed up. The judge will assess your eligibility on–”
“I can’t spend the night in jail,” said Nora. “I can’t stay here. This whole thing is a mistake!”
The officer seemed unimpressed with her woes. He just gave her a dry look, his eyes occasionally trailing along her body, admiring her extreme and voluptuous physique.
Nora looked at his name tag. It said ‘Anderson.’ “You have to get me out of here,” she told him in a hushed voice, feeling truly desperate. “Listen Officer Anderson, I — I can make it worth your while,” she added suggestively, her intense gaze locked on his.
Officer Anderson certainly looked interested. His adam’s apple rose and fell.
It was only when his hands wrapped around her wrists that Nora realized she had grabbed hold of his shirt through the bars. He removed her hands from him, his lips curling into a sneer again. Her huge, heaving tits were only inches from brushing against his chest.
And then he turned and left, as though nothing had happened.
Nora gripped the bars tighter, oblivious of how she was going to survive the night in jail with all the changes her body was undergoing. Just the sight of the uniformed officers was driving her nuts, her body hot and tingling, while throbbing with heat. And at constant threat of growing.
She was surprised when the door opened again just a few moments later. Officer Anderson was back. He closed in, getting close to Nora. If the other women in the cell took notice, they didn’t care, offering little more than an eye-roll.
This time Nora’s breasts did make contact with his shirt. Nora took a shuddering breath.
“You’re free to leave,” said Anderson. He unlocked the cell, stepping back as it slid open.
Nora was truly relieved. She took a step forward, but then officer Anderson grabbed hold of her arm.
“I have your information. I intend to collect later,” he whispered in her ear.
Nora’s groin throbbed, her body shivering from the promise. After Anderson released her, she managed to walk away, feeling dizzy as she made her way out of the precinct.
Getting home was awkward. Her car had been impounded, so Nora was forced to take the bus. It was a bumpy ride, Nora’s honeydew-sized breasts rocking and bouncing. She did her best to breathe through it. She gripped her straining tank top against her, if just to avoid another public indecency charge.
When Nora walked into her home, she was feeling hungry, and the thought of food offered her an unexpected reprieve from her seemingly chronic arousal. It was as though one urge could switch off and be replaced by another, both of them a sort of hunger that demanded satisfaction. She went straight to the fridge, which was fully stocked with prepared food, as though in anticipation of her present yearnings.
The oven gave a chime, indicating that something had just finished cooking.
“Dinner’s ready!” declared the automated voice.
Nora dug in. She rapidly ate her way through a large pot of macaroni and cheese that was sitting hot on the stove, and then moved on to one of the plump baked chickens waiting for her in the oven. The more she ate, the more hungry she seemed to grow. She ate ravenously, stuffing down mashed potatoes, two loaves of freshly baked bread, a huge bowl of seasoned rice, and even a fifty-ounce steak which proved a true struggle, each bite she swallowed hitting her stomach like a brick.
Her body was hot and throbbing. She could feel herself getting tighter, thicker, and softer. Unbeknownst to her, the treatments were causing her weight to balloon in a fraction of the time it should have taken, and her fertility was correspondingly increasing. Her thighs thickened and her hips widened as her breasts surged up another cup size. Nora groaned as her straining top finally began to tear down the middle. She hardly noticed or cared. She was working her way through a huge chocolate pie, and there was still more. There was so much food to take in, so she could fill herself more. Her body was growing plumper, fatter, warmer, and squishier her. She felt completely helpless to her desires; this overwhelming compulsions inside of her. And so she ate more.
5.
Somehow Nora managed to eat all the food in her house. She was laying sprawled across her couch, gasping for breath, her body covered in grease, crumbs, sauces, and icings. She had truly pigged out. Her hand idly trailed along her body, exploring the newfound softness and dimension there. She couldn’t believe how she was ballooning. Her hips had gotten thick, rounded, and plump, her thighs now squishing together where there had been a gap previously.
Despite her astonishment, Nora could not help the satisfied smile that spread across her face. For just those moments, she felt pleasantly stated.
Of course, the moment she thought this, a different sort of hunger started to rev up.
She squirmed, her thighs rubbing as she unconsciously rocked her hips, trying to bear the growing heat inside of her. She could feel her arousal surging with renewed vigor, and didn’t think she could take it. Her breasts filled with a throbbing heat, her lower belly warming.
Nora stumbled as she climbed off the couch, her knees weak. She wondered if there was more food in the house. She was breathing heavily, her hands unconsciously wandering her body as she shivered and moaned.
There was a chiming noise. Your delivery is here, announced the automated voice.
Nora was puzzled. Nevertheless, she made her way towards the door, pulling it open.
On the porch stood a man in a pizza delivery uniform, most of his face hidden by the numerous pizza boxes stacked in his arms.
“Got a delivery for a Nora,” said the delivery guy, peeking at her from the corner of the boxes. “Where ya want me to leave it?”
Nora numbly stepped aside. The delivery guy let himself in and dumped the boxes on her coffee table in front of the couch.
Nora snapped out of her reverie and began to rummage in her pockets for money.
The delivery guy waved her off. “We already got your payment online. And that was a generous tip, I might add.”
Now that his vision was no longer obscured by the pizza boxes, the delivery guy was taking slow inventory of Nora, his eyes trailing up and down her absurdly voluptuous body.
And god, it was turning her on. “Thanks!” Nora squeaked in a panic, struggling not to goggle at the tight shorts the guy was wearing.
“My pleasure.” The pizza guy leered at her. Then finally, thankfully, he left, Nora panting as she closed the door behind him.
She felt helplessly needy, a whimper coming up her throat as one of her hands slipped down to her throbbing groin. The heat inside of her just kept building. But she knew now that one type of hunger could be replaced with another if she really committed. And so Nora staggered over to the couch and plopped down against her softer, rounder ass. She pulled the coffee table closer before opening the top pizza box.
It was fully loaded, piled high with meats and cheeses. The scent of greasy mozzarella was intoxicating. Nora felt herself salivating as she reached into the box with trembling hands, lifting one of the large slices. She folded it in half and opened her lips wide, before proceeding to stuff as much as she could into her mouth, fitting nearly the entire slice inside.
Nora rapidly chomped her way through pizza slices, completely surrendering to desire. Her sexual hunger was replaced with this ravenous food-hunger; an insatiable appetite that she indulged slice by slice.
After she had gobbled down three pizzas, there is another chiming noise. Your delivery is here! the voice declared, again.
Nora welcomed a Chinese food delivery, then later, a burger delivery, all of it added to her coffee table, which was suddenly piled with numerous cartons and greasy wrapped burgers, in addition to the pizza boxes already there. She ate and ate, her body pulsing. She could feel her arms thickening, her belly rounding, and her backside puffing out beneath her into a plushy platform. She was getting fuller and wider, her body maintaining its hour-glass shape as it grew curvier, and more feminine. She felt dizzy from the hormones pumping through her, but she just kept eating.
There was a knocking on her door which puzzled Nora. All of the food deliveries had been preceded by a chime and an announcement.
It was a struggle this time to heave herself off the couch, Nora moaning and looking at the remnants of her binge. There were empty boxes and wrappers covering the table and spilling onto the floor.
Most of the food had been consumed. Nora proceeded to waddle to her front door door, breathing heavily, her body tingling in anticipation of more.
When she opened the door, she was surprised to see, not another food delivery guy, but the officer from the jail. Her cheeks reddened as they stared at each other.
Officer Anderson gaped at her fat, fertile body. He was clearly astonished by her transformation. He slowly stepped inside, Nora panting quietly.
“You came,” she said hoarsely.
His eyes were still assessing; drinking her in. She was sweat-drenched and flushed, her tight clothing barely capable of covering anything by then.
“A deals a deal,” he said with a lascivious smirk, finally seeming to overcome his shock.
Nora’s food-hunger couldn’t hold a candle to how good Anderson looked in that uniform. She groaned as she was flooded with arousal, her hips, breasts, and ass all warming, filling with heat and tension. She knew she was still growing, getting thicker and fuller. She couldn’t help cupping her volleyball-size breasts, her straining shirt finally starting to tear down the middle.
“B-bedroom’s th-this way,” Nora stammered, struggling not to lose control.
Anderson closed the front door behind him and allowed Nora to pull him along to the bedroom.
6.
“Positive!” the automated voice happily proclaimed as Nora stared down at the pregnancy test clutched in her hands.
“God dammit,” Nora hissed, feeling dizzy. She knew she should never have hooked up with that cop. Her hormones had just been driving her insane. Again, Nora cursed under her breath, as she ran her hands along her outrageously voluptuous body. She must have gained fifty pounds since this study had started. Then again, that estimate was probably optimistic. Nora wouldn’t have been surprised if she had gained seventy, or even more. She gave an uneasy look at her bathroom scale, but didn’t dare approach it. Instead she marveled down at her plump body, her hands moving up to cup the massive breasts jutting out from her form.
Feeling lost, Nora ran her hands through her hair. She was an athlete. What on earth was she going to do with a baby?
-
Two months later, Nora was already starting to show.
She stood sideways in her bathroom mirror, unable to help staring at the impressive curve of her abdomen. Though she was only two months along, she could have passed as someone who was six months pregnant.
Her insides lurched and gurgled constantly, but she knew it was just indigestion. Her already-ravenous appetite had only surged with the pregnancy. And unknowing to Nora, the ongoing study had taken a deliberate shift. Now all her food and water supplies were being pumped full of pregnancy hormones to not only kickstart her development, but to ensure a rapid pace as well as substantial growth.
“You have a guest,” chimed the automated voice.
As if on cue, the doorbell rang.
Nora frowned, turning away from her mirror. She was wearing a bodycon dress with spaghetti straps that hugged every curve of her plump form. It was not Nora’s usual style of attire, but she found that most of the things in her closet had been replaced with tightfitting apparel by her overseers.
She tugged a bit at the neckline of her top, but it did not make her generous line of cleavage any less prominent. Her huge breasts wobbled as she shuffled out of the bathroom, her hips swaying, and her plump backside bobbing a little. She was breathless by the time she opened the door. Nora stared at who she saw. “Melanie?”
“Hey, Nora,” said Melanie with a surprised sort of smile, blinking rapidly.
“I haven’t seen you since Spain,” Nora noted as she absently rubbed the curve of her belly.
“That was a crazy tournament,” Melanie reflected as she let herself in, carrying a large pastry box. “I was in the neighborhood, so I thought I’d stop by. Wow, Nora, I’d heard the rumors, but I never actually thought you would get yourself knocked up.” Her eyes were bright with interest as she let herself into the kitchen.
Nora blushed. “It’s a long story.”
“I have time.”
Nora was puzzled. Melanie seemed to notice.
“I thought we could bury the hatchet,” Melanie said. The two had always been athletic rivals, head-to-head in every competition. “Life’s too short.” She opened the box, revealing a mountain of creampuffs.
-
Melanie loved to stop by, and she loved bringing pastries. Lately she seemed determined to keep Nora well fed.
Nora wasn’t certain if there wasn’t maliciousness involved. She suspected that Melanie was just trying to keep her fat and out of commission. At the same time, Melanie was being super sweet. She always brought delicious snacks from the best bakeries, and Nora was helpless to resist even one treat.
Over the next three months, Melanie somehow rooted herself in Nora’s life. Nora felt smothered, and a little overwhelmed. Yet she desperately needed human contact, and Melanie seemed preferable to the automated voice and all the gadgetry. All of Nora’s other friends were nowhere to be found. She figured that they had been weirded out by her unusual behavior and had decided to keep their distance for the time being.
“Just a little more,” Melanie encouraged. “Come on, do it for the baby.”
Nora was gasping for breath where she was slumped on her living room couch. She couldn’t believe how much he had transformed over the past few months! Her hands were rubbing her swollen, sweaty abdomen. She took the last bite of cheesecake, grunting as it hit her stomach, her face contorting from the strain. Her skin was flushed, veins rising on her forehead as she moaned and fidgeted, trying to obey her new friend.
Nora was huge. Her breasts were the size of basketballs, and only getting bigger. She was only in her fifth month of pregnancy, but looked past due with child. Her whole body was plump, swollen, and curvaceous, her stomach chronically stuffed to aching.
Between the pregnancy hormones and all the weight gain, Nora wondered how she would ever be able to compete again.
“That cheesecake must have been twenty pounds,” Melanie noted, looking impressed with Nora’s handiwork.
Nora just groaned, trying to bear the pressure cumulating inside her, her belly heaving with her rapid breaths. She could feel her stomach tightening, pushing outward, giving way to the increasing mass within.
“Errghhhhh…” she grunted as her abdomen shivered and advanced another few inches. It gave off a loud gurgling sound as though it could take no more.
The last thing Nora remembered was Melanie’s grinning face before she passed out.
7.
“A belly contest?” said Nora dubiously. Her hands were clutching her abdomen, which was so hugely swollen, she looked as though she was past due with twins despite the fact that she wasn’t even at term.
“This is perfect for you,” Melanie insisted. “And we both know that you’re super competitive.”
“I’m a competitive athlete, Mel. I’m not a competitive eater or — incubator, or whatever this is supposed to be.” Nora covered her mouth as a belch erupted from her throat, her massive breasts jiggling slightly.
“Oh come on, I think this would really get you motivated again. And the prize is $5000! It’s a great opportunity!”
“Why, ‘cause I’m huge?”
“Because it’s gonna give you that thrill you know you love. You love competing and you love winning. It’s practically part of your identity.”
Nora wasn’t sure about this. She was already so big. Admittedly, this was a contest that she knew she would excel in. On top of that, the thought of being embraced had accepted for her size was rather a pleasing concept. She inhaled deeply. “Fine.”
Melanie grinned broadly.
The contest was only a few weeks away, so the two women got straight to work on boosting Nora’s chances.
Nora went on a high calorie diet. She was admittedly nervous about it, especially with her due date rapidly approaching. She was already past seven months along, and was worried about triggering premature labor. But the house had all sorts of scanners and monitors, and each one consistently assured Nora that she and the baby were perfectly fine.
For breakfast she would eat a sloppy mountain of pancakes, french toast, waffles, bacon, and sausage, all drenched in syrup, the messy pile amounting to more calories than she would need for two days.
Her typical lunch would consist of a pile of sandwiches. Peanut butter and jelly, grilled cheese, corned beef, egg salad, and various others. Nora would gobble down at least two dozen of them, pouring sweat from her temples as her belly tightened with pressure.
Melanie was really pushing her. She wanted her to win, probably more than Nora did. As a serious athlete, Nora was accustomed to the extreme demands of a trainer, and she appreciated Melanie for pushing her so hard. That was just how things were done in the competitive world.
Dinner would be the hardest. Nora would routinely gobble down three rotisserie chickens, or a turkey, sometimes even a roasted ham. She would chew and struggle while sweating profusely as her belly ached and stretched. She was truly pushing herself beyond her limits. Filling her belly and her baby, expanding as much as she could to ensure that she would win.
The night before the contest, Nora truly feasted, taking on Melanie’s challenge to eat the three chickens, a turkey, and the roasted ham. It took her nearly all night, but she managed it. By the end, she was red and straining, her whole body sweat-drenched and shaking. Her stomach gurgled, quavered, and whined, so flushed and tight, it felt like it could split.
Nora couldn’t believe how massive she had gotten. She was eight months pregnant and her belly was approaching the size of a beach ball. She tried and failed to get up from the table. She felt dizzy and disoriented, and could hardly seem to breathe. Nora murmured indecipherable nonsense as Melanie came over, cradling her head and stroking her hair.
“You did amazing,” Melanie assured.
But Nora could hardly register the praise. She gave a whimper, then her eyelids sank.
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Nora was terribly dizzy. She could hardly register the morning’s happenings.
She found that she could not get out of bed. Her muscles would simply disregard her efforts to heave herself to her feet.
Instead, two burly men arrived, and arduously hauled Nora up. She was helped outside and unceremoniously loaded into the back of a large white van that she felt rather squished in.
“You’ve got this in the bag!” Melanie assured as she hopped into the driver’s seat, grinning in the rearview mirror. “How are you feeling, champ?”
Nora was busily sucking on the large roll of cookie dough clutched in her hands. She couldn’t recall when or how she had acquired it. Her belly gurgled. “Great,” she rasped, her skin damp and glistening.
After a half-hour drive, during which Nora went through three more rolls of cookie dough (Melanie had plenty to hand over), the vehicle stopped. The back of the van opened, revealing the two burly guys again. Nora thought she recognized them as some of the men who delivered her supplies every week.
They helped her out of the van, flanking her so that Nora could wrap her arms around their shoulders. She appreciated their support as she shuffled along, all while staring in awe at her abdomen. It was almost comically massive. The size just didn’t seem possible.
“Nice! Looking ripe. This is perfect,” said Melanie, lightly patting Nora’s massive mound, before turning forward to lead the way into the convention center. Nora’s belly preceded her by seconds through the wide double doors.
They came upon crowds of pregnant women, all there for the contest. But Nora positively dwarfed them. She felt mortified. Had she been overzealous?
Her belly pushed and shoved people aside. Her loins felt engorged and pressurized, and she was truly struggling to hold it in, hold her baby inside.
The announcer trailed off in whatever he was saying, the room falling hushed as Nora’s mass parted the crowd. A woman who had been measuring someone’s belly on stage froze and dropped the measuring tape, her mouth falling open.
The whole convention went silent as Nora was steadily guided to the very front, thousands of people doing little more than gawking at her.
“I…I think we have a winner!” the announcer stammered.
Nora's stomach roiled and tightened, the mass beginning to quaver. She grunted, clutching what she could reach of it. The orb started to inch forward and outward as she groaned and realized that she had definitely overdone things.
8.
Three years passed in the blink of an eye.
It wasn’t long before Nora learned about the true nature of the study, and its consequences on her body.
Nora was stuck in a permanent state of hyper-fertility. Her doctors had never seen anything like it. She could get pregnant now even without sexual intercourse. Sometimes all it took was a man to touch her, or sneeze in her general direction. Her abdomen would convulse, and she could practically feel a new baby being populated in her greedy womb.
Suffice to say, after three years, Nora had a house full of giggling toddlers and wailing babies. For once she was actually quite grateful to be in a high tech house with plenty of automation. The maid and nanny that were hired were also profoundly helpful. Still, Nora found herself exceedingly dazzled by how full her life had become, and how overwhelming.
She was permanently pregnant. It was just a fact of life for her — it was her new normal. It also worked to her favor, corresponding with her goals. Now that athletic competition was decidedly behind her, Nora was a full-time competitive baby-maker. She did numerous belly contests per year.
It was her best skill. She actually enjoyed it a bit. Nora had fully embraced her new lifestyle, facilitated by the encouragement of Melanie, who stayed by her side through it all.
“C-can’t,” Nora choked out that evening, sweat pouring down her temples. She was huffing and puffing, just struggling not to pass out.
“What did I tell you,” Melanie chastised. “That word is not a part of your vocabulary. You can, Nora. You can.”
The living room was full of babies babbling from their cribs or crawling around on the carpet. But Nora was used to the stress. It was good for her. She needed to be able to work under pressure.
With a trembling hand, she obediently lifted another mound of cheese to her lips. It had to be the eighth plump ball of mozzarella she was forcing down. This was the “salad” portion of the meal, preceded by a whole mixing bowl full of pasta, and followed by whatever monstrosity that Melanie had prepared for dessert. The woman was always so creative with her preparations. She was always determined to push Nora beyond her limits. With Melanie as her coach, Nora had not lost a competition yet.
After she had gobbled down the twelve-pound chocolate cheesecake, Nora was utterly exhausted, and in pain. But it felt good. It was how she knew she had done her best.
She whimpered and laid her hand against the top of her flushed, sweaty, pulsing abdomen as she puffed out breaths of air, struggling to endure the pressure.
She was absolutely massive. She must have been at her greatest size yet, her belly enormous. It was far wider than she was. It was bigger than a beach ball. The mound was so gigantic, she looked as though she could have had a full grown man (or two of them), curled up inside of her.
It heaved up and down as she struggled to breathe where she was perched on her couch, her belly practically squashing her there. Nora was wearing a large T-shirt that only pulled down as far as the huge basketball-sized tits perched high on her chest, so plump that they squished against her chin as they wobbled and she groaned.
She was just so fat; so full and fertile.
“I think you’re ready,” said Melanie with a dark gleam to her eyes. “Tomorrows competition is gonna be the biggest one yet.”
“Errggghhhh…” Nora groaned, her thighs spreading by impulse. But she fought the urge to push, even as her belly lurched and her groin pulsed, heavy and engorged, some of the babies feeling terribly low.
By that point, Nora was hardly cognizant of her surroundings. The room was spinning. She felt dizzy.
Milk was seeping into her top, fully saturating it, then trailing down her abdomen, adding to the heat that already filled her.
She so desperately wanted to push at that moment that she had to fight not to. She grunted and grimaced, gritting her teeth. “Fuhhhhhh…” Her body was arching, hips twitching, thighs squirming, because she couldn’t. She had to hold on. Just a little longer. She needed every one of them inside of her if she wanted to bring home the prize money tomorrow.
Nora knew that she had over-prepared. But it was worth it.
“You got this, Nora!” Melanie urged. She looked victorious even though the competition had yet to start. “I’m so proud of all the hard work you been putting in. I brought you a surprise.”
Oh no.
Nora didn’t have to ask know what the surprise was. It was always food.
Melanie left the room, and just as Nora had predicted, she returned a moment later with a whole pan of lasagna.
“You’re going to absolutely kill it tomorrow,” Melanie said. “Now get to it, girl. Chow down. You have a fucking title to defend!”
“Language!” the automated voice chided her.
Nora just groaned in agony. “C-ca—”
“What did I say about using that word?” Melanie cut her off.
And Nora was left with no choice. She dug in.
The End
