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Bad Roommate, Part 12 - Female Version
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Note: This is simply a female version of Bad Roommate.
Summary: Violet’s roommate secretly doses her with experimental drugs, causing Violet’s stomach to progressively transform into a giant breast. Violet is oblivious and horrified as to what is happening to her body. In the meantime, her roommate secretly documents the transformation. Contains: Female: belly expansion, breast expansion, belly-breast, and more.
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Violet was constantly overheated. Alex did her best to help her. She would press a cold compress against Violet’s forehead, Violet's belly, Violet's chest — wherever she needed it. Violet spent most of her time these days sprawled, groaning in bed beneath her gargantuan belly as it heaved and throbbed, the huge nipple leaking milk — but was it really milk anymore? It looked more like pudding.
As much as Alex tried to help her friend, she was admittedly preoccupied. She couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened over the weekend. And even then, she still couldn’t figure out how to feel about it all.
She had kept the money. She fucking needed it. Between classes and trying to take care of Violet, Alex just didn’t have time for extra work, and the bills were piling up.
And clothes—clothes weren’t cheap. Alex needed new shirts, ones that were bigger; roomier. And a ton of jackets. Things that could help hide what was going on with her chest. As well as bras — god, just one new bra had cost her forty dollars! She’d had no idea how expensive larger-sized bras could be, especially when she had to buy them by the pair.
Though all the bras now felt strange and constricting, particularly on her new lower breasts, it was also terribly comfortable; a true relief on her torso, taking the tension off her back and the hunch off her shoulders.
It was a bizarre situation. Alex surveyed herself in her bedroom mirror. She was wearing a pair of shorts and two strapless bras, her two pairs of breasts stacked on her chest. The bras were now D-cups. They were a bit loose, but they definitely fit. That meant she had surged up almost two cup sizes just over the past week. It was all the stimulation from — from the club. And of course, the reintroduction of Violet’s milk. Alex knew she was going down a slippery slope. If she didn’t get this under control, things would only escalate. Alex again thought about Violet’s current condition, and gulped.
But Alex wasn’t nearly there. Violet was an extreme case. Alex didn’t even have a weird belly-breast. So it would be all right. They were just boobs, after all. Sure, it was embarrassing, but she was okay. She would stop letting Milton touch them, then everything would be fine.
Despite this rationale, Alex went back to the club that Friday night.
She didn’t know what was wrong with her. She just had no self-control. And it wasn’t just about the money. It was everything. The acceptance. The way everyone treated her — not like a freak, but something special, even sexy and noteworthy. It was the sensation. The warm, tingly, addictive feel of Milton’s hands on her chest, thumbs teasing her nipples. It left Alex’s whole body trembling, spine arching, legs weak.
For a long time, Alex had been addicted to Violet. But now there was this, and it was so much better, and seemed to have triggered an even stronger compulsion. Maybe she had been isolated, devoid of emotional and physical attention for just too long a time. Because now she suddenly couldn’t get enough of it.
That night, Milton met her at the door to the VIP lounge. Had the man been waiting for Alex?
“God, look at you,” Milton said.
Alex’s face reddened. She had thought she had been doing a good job at discretion with the jacket she had on, but maybe not.
“What are you waiting for? Come on in.” Milton put a hand on Alex’s lower back and led her inside. He had a cigarette poking out from the corner of his mouth. It looked like Alex wasn’t the only one giving in to her vices that evening.
Milton led Alex back to the table and made sure that they were seated right beside each other. And this time there was little subtlety. Milton wrapped his arm right around Alex’s waist as though to make a statement. Alex was embarrassed, but tried to remain composed. She even partook in a couple of light conversations, but was continually conscious of the weight of Milton’s hand against her, rubbing teasingly.
Around the table, gazes frequently flitted over Alex’s chest, but she found herself hardly self-conscious. Maybe it was the distraction. Maybe it was just this environment, the sordidness of everything.
Milton’s hand moved to cup Alex’s lower right breast, full and firm. It was almost casual, his arm wrapped around Alex’s back, hand gripping the mound, squeezing lightly. Alex’s face went hot, and she trailed off mid-sentence, forgetting what she had been saying to a man named Reese seated across from her.
Reese gave an amused grin as Alex closed her eyes for a moment then deeply inhaled.
It wasn’t just the embarrassment of the contact. The sensation was just so potent, so overwhelming. It made it difficult to breathe.
“You’ll have to e-excuse me for a moment,” Alex stammered, shifting on the couch, waiting for the two people to her left to make way. She could feel Milton following. Alex turned for the bathroom, when Milton’s large, strong hand grabbed her arm. Alex found herself being pulled through a side exit, and into an alleyway, where she was ushered into the back of a luxury SUV. She gasped, fumbling, as Milton followed her in.
“Fuck, I can’t keep my hands off of you.” Milton reached through Alex jacket and grabbed hold of her blouse shirt, tearing it right open. Alex’s heaving chest became exposed, her four breasts contained in the pair of black D-cup bras she had on.
Milton paused to properly appreciate them. “The hell have you been eating? You’re getting huge,” Milton muttered, looking entirely pleased.
Alex’s cheeks burned. “Less talking, more — more of that…” she groaned out as Milton trailed his hands over the full mounds. His hands slid behind Alex, expertly unhooking the two bras. Alex hissed out as the bras were thrown aside, her swollen nipples exposed to the cool air.
Then Milton leaned back and just stared at her for a while, taking in Alex’s chest. The scrutiny was embarrassing to Alex but she allowed it.
She knew that her breasts looked weirdly…swollen. Round and full. They weren’t sagging in the least, instead, too round. To the point that it was uncomfortable. They were also warm, heavy, and really sensitive. Even then, the mounds were tingling, and pressurized. Milton reached down to experimentally squeeze one of Alex’s nipples, causing her to grunt. “Easy,” Alex urged quietly.
The nipples were a darker pink than they had been before, and really swollen. Alex could tell that Milton noticed it too.
“Is it okay if I…” Milton didn’t finish the inquiry. He leaned down slowly, waiting for a protest that didn’t come. He pressed his lips flush to Alex’s upper left breast, taking the nipple into his mouth.
Alex groaned as Milton sucked. It was surprisingly uncomfortable. “Errrghh…” Alex winced, squirming. “What are you…” Her face twisted as Milton sucked even harder. Then there was a new sensation.
Wetness.
Milton pulled back, and now both could observe the droplets of…white fluid…of milk…leaking from Alex’s nipple. Alex found herself staring frozen, a bit stunned. But in the back of her mind, she’d always known what was happening. The heaviness, the bloated sensation of engorgement. Her chest heaved with her forceful breathing. It was a lot to process.
Milton leaned down again, this time taking Alex’s lower left nipple into his mouth, and doing the same. Sucking hard and breaking the barrier. In a matter of minutes, he had all four of Alex’s breasts leaking. Milton marveled down at his handiwork, clearly pleased with himself.
“God damn,” the older man muttered. “You, kid, are something else.”
Alex didn’t think she could have spoken had she tried. All of the stimulation had left her completely boneless. She continued to gasp for breath, sprawled back on those leather seats, completely ripe for the taking. It felt amazing to express the milk, though the heat only seemed to be climbing, suffocating her delightfully.
It was disorienting. She felt dizzy. “I…” Alex managed. “I should go,” she gasped out, attempting to sit up, but Milton grabbed her by the shoulder, pushing her back down.
“Oh no,” Milton leered, his eyes dark with greed. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Alex wasn’t done with him either.
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Alex woke up late the next morning.
She felt sore and sensitive. She frowned at the way her nightshirt fell over her torso, her nipples bulging visibly against the thin material. The sensation of the cotton rubbing against them made her frequently freeze or twitch.
Alex gingerly pulled the shirt up over her head.
She used similar care as she eased her lower pair of breasts into one of her strapless bras. Once she got the contraption on, she was stunned to find her boob flesh pinching against the bra cups, overflowing them. Oh god.
She didn’t even bother trying to get a bra onto her upper breasts. She was already too uncomfortable, all four of the mounds aching. She shed the lower bra, grunting out, and taking in a long, shuddering breath.
Milton had sucked them practically all night. He had sucked more than Alex had to give. It wasn’t till the start of sunrise that Alex stumbled out of the back of Milton’s car and made her way home, breasts tender and tingling, flesh aching deliciously. But now…
Now they were swollen again. Engorged? Alex could feel the heat and pressure, her nipples hard, distended, and aching for release.
She rubbed her face. “What the hell is wrong with me?” she asked herself for what had to be the tenth time since she had gotten home.
Alex paused in memory of one detail of the previous night. She looked down at her pants from the night before, thrown over the back of her desk chair. She grabbed them, immediately digging through the pockets.
She hadn’t imagined it.
Alex withdrew a wad of $100 bills. It had to be a couple thousand dollars.
Fuck me, she thought.
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That afternoon, Milton called her.
Alex could not recall exchanging numbers with the man, but there were admittedly a lot of blank spots in her memory of the night before.
“Hey,” Milton said, always so calm and content, a bit smug, even.
“Hi,” said Alex, her voice high, and certainly more awkward than Milton’s.
“I want to see you again,” Milton got right to the point. “You free tonight?”
Against her better judgment, against all logic, sense, and self-preservation, Alex responded, “Yeah.”
They skipped the club and went straight to Milton’s huge, penthouse apartment. It was an encore performance of the night before, and from then, they were inseparable.
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One day, Violet disappeared.
Alex had returned home from a couple of nights spent at Milton’s, to find Violet nowhere in sight. No white goop left on the floor. Not a scribbled note. Nothing.
It was shocking, especially considering the fact that Violet wasn’t exactly mobile on her own anymore. Not with a boulder of a belly attached to her, dominating her comparatively small frame.
As baffling in concerning is this proved to be, Alex had no one she could really confide in about it. She’d never bothered to tell Milton about Violet. Alex didn’t know why, it just felt like an odd…conflict of interest, somehow. Milton was just different, and Alex couldn’t say that she quite understood him.
What was clear was that Milton was a boob guy, and he liked Alex’s, and he enjoyed Alex’s company, and he was rich to boot. They had fun together and that was all there really was to it. Thinking too much about it would only lead to reservations, complication, and a whole host of considerations when Alex would rather just preserve the good.
She went into to her bedroom and started to undress, shedding her jacket and then pulling off the tight tank top she had on. Alex sighed as she eased her breasts out of the four bra cups they were overflowing somewhat. It was a familiar sight with the rate she was growing. All four had steadily advanced to E-cups in the past couple of weeks, and seemed to be engorged constantly. She was sure that all Milton’s playing and sucking didn’t help. But it felt heavenly, and the growth was just incidental to the pure, hot pleasure.
Alex cursed quietly under her breath once she was completely topless, back arched as she breathed heavily, the four bloated globes heaving with her deep breathing.
She gingerly cupped her lower breasts with her hands. Hot, as usual, skin tingling.
Alex eased herself back against her pillows, her arm reaching out to fumble on her nightstand. She pulled her specialized breast pumps onto the bed, the ones Milton had gotten for her. The suction pulled her milk through some tubing, then into a large bottle at the other end. Alex wearily turned on the machine and attached the four suction cups to her nipples, then leaned back and groaned as her breasts were gently sucked.
She closed her eyes, imagining it was Milton sucking them, and felt herself getting wet. Her hand dipped into her panties.
She knew she was playing a dangerous game with her body. Her extra breasts were nearly impossible to hide at their current size. And yet, the strange transformation had significantly improved her life. She liked the pleasure. She liked the way Milton looked at her as though she was the most wonderful thing in the world.
Where the hell is Violet? The wonder niggled at the back of her mind.
Alex allowed herself to submerge in the pleasure of being pumped.
She would deal with the rest later.
