Research (4 Parts)

Note: This is a story-prompt for Ryan Caday.

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1.

“More syrup?” said Jackie sweetly.

Ella nodded distractedly, barely sparing Jackie a glance as she continued to busily stuff her face.

Jackie had decided to treat her dorm-mate with a big homemade breakfast, and Jackie was an excellent cook. Their small kitchen table (as well as the counters) was covered in plates of eggs, bacon, cheese, custard, porridge, sausages, bagels, french toast, and pancakes, along with decadent toppings of syrup, honey, whipped cream, cream cheese, crumble, chopped nuts, chocolate chips, toffee, ice cream, chocolate sauce, and more.

Ella couldn’t get enough of it. In fact, she couldn’t stop stuffing her face. Any moment that she wasn’t filling her mouth with food, she was gasping for breath and desperately looking around for more.

The appetite enhancers were strong. Jackie vaguely wondered if she had overdone it, but quickly brushed the thought off.

Ella had no idea that she was the subject of Jackie’s dissertation. A week earlier, Jackie had secretly inseminated Ella with experimental sperm designed to grow fast and large once a fetus developed. Jackie hadn’t even had to sedate the other girl. It had been during one of Ella’s drunken slumbers following a frat party.

-

“I’m making one of my special protein shakes,” said Jackie cheerfully the following week. “Interested?”

Ella was clutching some books with one hand, while the other was tugging down the back of her dress, but the tight material kept riding up in all directions. The girl had grown a truly impressive backside to accompany her burgeoning belly. Her breast growth was even more drastic, two EE-cups wobbling where a small pair of Bs had been only a few weeks earlier.

Ella’s stomach grumbled, but she looked mournfully at the blender. “I’m gonna be late for class.” She shuffled for the door, absently cradling her belly. She already looked seven months pregnant and regularly regarded the mound with the most baffled of expressions.

“Not a problem.” Jackie swiftly filled a 2-liter water bottle with the “protein shake,” which actually didn’t have any protein powder in it. It was more like a weight gain shake, packed with butter, cream, sugar, oil, and a hefty dose of the appetite enhancer that Jackie secretly fed Ella at every opportunity.

Caught between uncertainty and relief, Ella snagged the shake, clutching it against her as she tottered for the door. She was so overwhelmed with school work, she had been half-ignoring her transformation, perhaps willing it away.

-

Truthfully, Jackie had nothing against Ella. She didn’t even dislike her.

Ella was just a victim of circumstance—the perfect test subject. Jackie was certain she would have done it to any roommate. It was why Jackie had chosen to live in the dorms.

She studied Ella with neutrality, monitoring her intake and growth, scribbling notes constantly. Ella was too preoccupied with stuffing her face to notice. When she wasn’t eating, she was feebly doing school work, or just passed out, her growing masses heaving with her heavy breathing.

She looked due with child by then. Overdue. Her breasts were like honeydews perched on the mound of her belly, her hips wide and thighs plump, while her ass bulged out behind her, looking as though they had been drastically augmented with cosmetic treatments.

It was tough to discern how much growth was caused by the pregnancy versus the growth caused by the binge-eating. Jackie didn’t want to risk taking Ella off the appetite enhancers. Ella needed massive amounts of fat to support her rapidly developing condition.

-

Jackie and Ella had a class together on Wednesday mornings. Jackie walked with her that day, politely observing as Ella ate from a large box of chocolate donuts, stopping only for long enough intervals to guzzle long slurps of soda from the super-sized cup clutched in her opposite arm.

Ella was already waddling. She was utterly massive. Her breasts seemed to jiggle with each step, ass bobbing behind her. Her nipples protruded the size of coke caps when they weren’t erect. Her belly button resembled a golf ball and almost seemed to be throbbing.

Ella was panting heavily as she struggled to support her belly, which had to be larger than a beach ball by then. She barely made headway with each of her small, arduous steps. At times, Jackie had considered suggesting the use of a wheelchair, but then, it was more interesting to watch Ella struggle, even if it meant being late to class on Wednesdays with her.

When they finally arrived at the lecture hall, Ella had to practically aim her belly through the door, allowing it to inch forward as it preceded her. It scraped either side of the door frame. Professor Peters stopped mid-lecture and couldn’t help briefly gawking, silently baffled by Ella’s significant growth week to week.

The other students were less discreet in their stares.

Panting heavily, her mounds quavering, Ella struggled her way to her seat.

2.

Ella just couldn’t stop eating. It was an unending compulsion. At all times, she desperately needed to be shoving food into her mouth and feeling it slide into her stomach.

Her belly was a tight, heavy, throbbing mass. It lurched and almost seemed to squirm, her skin changing shape at times. She knew she needed to see a doctor, but she was scared. And hungry. Jackie insisted that she looked perfectly fine while continuing to ply her with heaps of delicious food. She was the best dorm mate imaginable.

Ella began to attend classes erratically, as most of the time she just felt too weary to heave herself off the couch. She spent her days munching snacks and watching soap operas on Jackie’s eighty-inch flat screen television, occasionally getting on her laptop to email schoolwork in.

There was a constant niggle in the back of her mind that this whole thing just wasn’t right. But Ella just kept pushing it deeper into the recesses of her concerns. It felt good to relax, to eat, and stop caring for once in her life. She would worry about the rest later. Who cared about a little weight gain anyway?

There was a jingling of her ringtone, and Ella dug her cell phone out from the cleavage of the FF-cup breasts shelved on her belly. “Yes?” she said breathlessly as she held it to her ear. She idly licked her free hand clean of the jelly and ketchup caked on it.

“Ella,” said her mother’s voice. “I’m afraid I have bad news. Your father’s in the hospital.”

Ella felt numb as her mother explained her father’s injury. “I’ll be there soon,” Ella managed, once her mother had finished. “I’m leaving right now. Just t-text me the address, alright?”

The moment Ella hung up, she struggled her way off the couch, her belly trembling violently as she forced her body upright, by then feeling exhausted and unbalanced. Panting heavily, she grabbed her keys and purse before heading for the door. He belly was hot, tense, and throbbing. It seemed like a bolder against her. It was just so large.

“Eugh,” she groaned, when she plopped down into her car as gently as she could, which didn’t turn out being very gentle at all. The position of the low seat along with her huge belly forced her into a slumping position, which in turn shoved her huge breasts upwards so that they frequently pressed into her chin.

Her belly sat heavily on her lap, squishing and compressing the sore limbs. She did her best to spread her thighs, making space for it. Her mound was also pressed up against the steering wheel. She adjusted the seat as far back as it would go, but it just wasn’t enough. This isn’t working, she thought in frustration.

In the end, Ella ended up ordering a vehicle on a rideshare app. There would be a steep price, as her home town was an hour’s drive, but she didn’t care. She just needed to make sure her dad was doing alright. The vehicle arrived outside her dorm building in only five minutes, and she was relieved to see that it was an SUV. Soon enough, she was speeding off down the highway.

Her driver’s name was Bobby, according to the app. He was a thin young guy, and he continuously threw her anxious looks through the rear view mirror. “Are you okay, miss?” he asked nervously.

Ella ignored him, just releasing another quiet groan as she kneaded her mound with her hands. She was leaned back, arched slightly, so her belly pushed further away from her body, pressing against the back of the driver’s seat. She felt so tense, so tight. She hummed quietly as her mound gave another lurch, bobbing forcefully with the movements of the car.

She swore it felt as though something was alive in there. But she couldn’t possibly be pregnant. She had been abstinent since college started.

All the same, she felt full to the point of popping. Her thighs quavered and her nipples ached. She spent most of the ride with her eyes squeezed shut, just trying to endure the continuous pressure. She wished she had food to distract her, or Jackie with her, supportively telling her that she looked perfectly fine, even though Ella was dubious of the claim.

When they finally pulled up to the hospital, Bobby was kind enough to help her up, pulling as she pushed, until she was standing and nearly toppling, pulling poor Bobby down with her. Somehow they managed to get their footing.

Bobby straightened his clothes and gave an awkward smile, his eyes repetitively darting to the huge swell of her abdomen before he managed to tear his gaze away. “I hope you have a healthy delivery,” he said as he got back into the SUV.

Ella hardly had the time to process the remark. As he sped off, she caught sight of her mother, Ella’s belly positively bouncing in reaction. Breathless and choked, both from emotion and discomfort, Ella hurriedly wobbled over to her mother. “Is he okay?” she sobbed.

“Ella—what on earth!?” her mother said, staring in shock at the globe of Ella’s gut.

3.

“Goodness, Ella,” her mother hissed. “You’re huge. Is this thing real?” Her hands hoovered over Ella’s abdomen but she seemed to scared to touch it.

Ella felt her face flush even more than it already was in her state of exhaustion. “I have gotten a little bad with my diet lately,” she admitted bashfully. “Your fault I have a sweet tooth,” she added with cheerful awkwardness in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“Sweet tooth? Ella you’re massive. Let me get a wheelchair. Maybe we can have you admitted—”

“Mom,” Ella cut her off, mortified. “How is dad? Is he alright?”

“Your father had a fall. But honestly, that’s the least of my concerns right now,” said her mother as she ushered Ella through the door, Ella waddling to keep up, her back arched, body straining. 

Her belly seemed to constantly be in motion, bobbing or lurching, sometimes seeming to vibrate with what Ella assumed to be severe indigestion.

“Mom,” Ella said miserably. He mother always made a fuss about every little thing.

“Nurse!” her mother called out to a passing hospital worker. “I need a consult for my daughter. Can you get her a wheelchair? She’s had some sort of growth. I saw her last month, I don’t think she could be preg—”

“Mom!” protested Ella, now panicking. She was fine. At least Jackie always said as much. “You’re embarrassing me. I’m not getting examined. I just gained a little weight. Where’s dad’s room?” Ella said, feeling breathless and desperate. Her hands slid up to cup the underside of her belly, her back aching. A wheelchair actually did sound kinda nice. It would be a relief to get off her feet if just for a moment.

“You are seeing a doctor, Ella! You look like a damn planet.”

A sob tore through Ella’s throat. Things were always the same between her and her mother. Her mother would get bossy, the two would argue, Ella would cry. They cycled perpetually. “I just want to go home,” Ella managed, wiping furiously at her eyes.

“Roomie?”

Blinking, Ella turned just enough to see Jackie standing inside of the hospital entrance.

“I got your message,” said Jackie, walking over. “Is everything alright?”

Ella couldn’t recall sending Jackie a message, though she reasoned that she had been rather scatter-brained lately. She of course did not pause to suspect that Jackie was tracking her phone. She didn’t even notice how flustered Jackie looked, as though she had rushed right over once learning that Ella was at a hospital.

Ella just gave a relieved sob. “Dad’s fine, apparently. Can I catch a ride home with you?”

“Of course,” said Jackie, walking over, and linking her arm with Ella’s. For—emotional support. Certainly not physical. Ella wobbled forward.

“Ella, where do you think you’re going!?” her mother snarled.

But Ella ignored her as she left her parents, and worries, behind at the hospital. 

-

Later that evening, Jackie laughed as Ella recounted the confrontation she’d had with her mother in the hospital lobby.

“College can be stressful,” said Jackie as she continued to tinker around in the mini-kitchen. “All of us put on a few pounds. Your mom always blows things out of proportion.”

“Right?” Ella eagerly agreed. She had retired to the small living room of the dorm, squished down in the couch. Her large belly was perched in her lap, and Jackie noticed that it had grown wider than Ella’s torso. It was truly massive, shoving Ella’s huge breasts upwards, and passing the span of Ella’s knees in the seated position. Ella looked flustered and exhausted and continuously rubbed her hands into her heaving mass in an absent way. Occasionally the mound would shudder and Ella would grimace.

“You okay?” said Jackie, sending her a glance.

“Yeah,” Ella blushed. “Just some indigestion.”

“Mmm.” Jackie joined Ella in the living room, passing her a two-liter shake. “Made you a treat.”

Ella grinned appreciatively and immediately began to suck the shake down.

Unbeknownst to Ella, in addition to blended butter, sugar, oil, cream, lard, protein, rice, and growth hormone, the shake was laced with a powerful sedative. Within only five minutes of finishing it, Ella fell asleep right there in the living room.

With effort, Jackie carefully nudged Ella down across the couch in a supine position. Jackie watched her breathing for a moment, worried that the position would compress Ella’s lungs. God, she really was huge.

Once she was satisfied that Ella was taking deep enough breaths, Jackie hurried off, to return a moment later with sterile gloves, a syringe, a jar, and some other equipment.

That evening, Jackie inseminated Ella even more with the experimental sperm. She couldn’t help herself. The experiment was a massive success thus far. She wanted to test Ella’s limits. She wanted to see how bountiful Ella could become.

Afterwards, Jackie gave Ella an injection, dosing her with a strong drug that would block labor for at least another few weeks. Judging by the shudders of movement, Ella showed signs of having contractions. Jackie wanted to ensure that the experiment didn’t end any earlier than she wanted it to.

After she was done, Jackie simply sat back and studied Ella for a while. She spent an hour there, prodding, measuring, and taking notes, until it was getting late, and Ella started to squirm.

Then something strange happened. Ella’s belly pushed out in a heave, but it didn’t lower. Instead it continued to bulge like rapidly rising dough, as Ella groaned, twisted her face, and pawed at it in her sleep. Her face was red, and she was gasping. Her belly continued to push outward, flushed, gleaming, looking like it might just explode.

Then it stopped. The growth spurt ended, and Ella’s body relaxed, though her brows were still furrowed in discomfort. She moaned quietly and rubbed the mass.

Jackie slowly smiled and continued to take notes.

4.

Attending classes was getting increasingly wearisome.

And not just because college courses were boring in general. Ella was getting slower, more lethargic. Every little task seemed to take an unreasonable amount of effort.

Everyone was staring at Ella as she walked in, by then, her belly wide enough to almost scrape either side of the doorframe as it preceded her into the room. The other students wore looks of shock and trepidation. The professor was flabbergasted, his jaw hanging for a moment, before he gathered himself.

Jackie was at Ella’s side, arm linked with hers, supportive as ever. Ella was grateful for that. It was a true struggle to keep her balance. She strained through her heavy waddle, her back arched, hand feebly cupping the underside of her massive gut.

Ella was dressed in a simple outfit that Jackie had gifted her, conveniently enough. It had come at the perfect time, being that most of Ella’s other clothes had stopped fitting her.

The shorts were pushed low by the sharp jut of her abdomen. The tank top hugged against her, fat breasts bulging against the neckline, pushed high, almost to her chin by the unyielding shelf her huge belly made.

They had to be FF-cups by then, and only seemed to be growing bigger by the day. Her belly was a globe, resembling a beach ball, or something even larger. It had been a while since she had seen her feet, and Ella was admittedly starting to get concerned.

The exertion of walking across the lecture hall left Ella flushed and sweaty, gasping for breath. The sweaty patches connected and drenched her, making the fit of her outfit all the tighter, until it was pasted to her skin.

None of the regular student desks had any hopes of accommodating her, so Ella wobbled over to the table on the side, with a separate chair, set up for students who were disabled or otherwise needed more space.

After a few moments of hesitating and painstaking angling, Ella slowly eased herself down, Jackie gripping her shoulders to help keep balanced. Ella’s butt connected with the seat, and the weight of her belly felt almost crushing on her lap. She squirmed uncomfortably, her thighs rapidly going numb. The chair creaked. She panted and wearily tried to air out her cleavage without flashing anyone.

It was only then that Ella noticed that the classroom was still completely silence. She slowly looked up, and to her embarrassment, noticed that every eye was on her.

“Ahem,” Professor Peters cleared his throat, finally tearing his gaze away from Ella’s squashed form. “Please turn your books to page 574, where we can review the colonial era of…”

It was hard to pay attention. It seemed impossible to focus on anything aside from her swollen body these days. Taking notes proved nearly impossible after Ella realized that she could not even reach her notebook where it lay across the table before her. Every time she extended her arms to the table top, she was made uncomfortably aware that her belly was pressing into the edge, dividing her from it. The mound now outspanned her arms. Her innards lurched and heaved and left her twisting in her seat. Often she felt as though she had to really use the bathroom, but sitting on the toilet and attempting to defecate (or actually doing so) never seemed to lead to any relief of the sense of heaviness low on her pelvis, her hips twitching as they struggled to accommodate it.

Class became a haze, Ella preoccupied with thinking about all the sensations littering her body inside and out. She only snapped out of her daze, when she heard the noises of students packing up and leaving the room. Had two hours passed already?

Jackie was up front, having a conversation with professor Peters, about a test grade, it seemed. Not bothering to wait for her, Ella tried to get up. She cupped the side of her belly, still astounded by how firm it felt under her fingers. Her hand slid down low on the mound, then clutched it, as if this would do her any good. She struggled to stand, legs shuddering, back arching and straining. Her belly jutted, and she wished she’d had a game plan before even attempting this. She was struggling under her own weight, twisting herself to accommodate it all. With a hard push of her thighs, she was certain she would find her footing, but then the chair creaked more harshly than before, and Ella had a fleeting instance of panic, before the chair gave way beneath her, and she found herself crashing to the floor.

She gasped for breath, not hurt, but mortified. Several stunned faces came to hoover over her as she wiggled helplessly on the ground, feeling like a turtle stuck on its shell, and looking like a beached whale, she was sure.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” said a student, leaning down at Ella’s side. “When are you due. M-multiples…right?”

“Well, it has to be,” another whispered nervously.

“We should get you to the hospital.”

It wasn’t the first time pregnancy had been mentioned. Maybe there was something to the claim.