Something in The Water (5 Parts)

Note: This is a story-prompt for D F.

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1.

“There have been several reports of chemical spills and illegal dumping near the north campus of Brim University. Authorities warn residents to…”

Claire was only half-paying attention to the news as she exchanged texts and emoji’s with some of her soon-to-be sorority sisters. It was rush week and she was one step away from being a fully-fledged pledge!

Her phone chimed again. Hey, I’m outside, said the latest text, this one from Brad.

Smiling, Claire grabbed her purse and got up from the couch. Outside, her boyfriend’s car was waiting by the curb. She hopped in and soon they they were on their way to their university’s biggest sorority—Phi Kappa Delta Mega Pho Kock— known for its bright students, accomplished alumni, and absolutely insane parties.

“I can’t believe I’m in,” Claire giggled as she took her second cup of punch from the large bowl on the refreshments table.

“You did it, baby,” laughed Brad, who was already a little buzzed. They embraced and danced, and had the night of their lives.

-

By the next morning, Claire felt off. Heavy, fatigued, and even a little nauseous. Weird, she thought. She hadn’t even drank that much.

The following week, Claire found herself studying her profile in the mirror. Had she put on weight? It wasn’t like her, yet she couldn’t deny that her butt looked bigger in all her outfits, panties cutting into her flesh.

Claire turned the other way. She was wearing a pink mini-dress, the hem riding up against a rounded backside that had previously been — well — flat.

Her boobs had changed as well. They were overflowing her B-cups bras, now decidedly plumper on her chest. Though she was accustomed to being very slim and petite, Claire couldn’t deny that she was liking her new curves. “Better go bra shopping,” she muttered with a sheepish smile.

-

Over the next two weeks, her appetite had surged. Claire usually limited herself to avocado toast and the occasional salad, but lately she was ordering takeout regularly, stuffing down burgers, pizza, and other unhealthy things. She didn’t know what had gotten into her. And her weight was climbing. She was even starting to get bloated in the midsection.

But that was nothing compared to her butt and breasts, both of which had continued to surge. Her breasts had rapidly shot up to plump D-cups, and her backside was just big now as it protruded out behind her.

She woke up one morning to find that few of her clothes would even fit her anymore! Her panties would no longer accommodate her round ass, so she had to settle for thongs. And more troubling, none of her jeans would fit her. As much as she strained, she could not cram her fat backside in, and Claire was just stunned. How had she grown this much?

Fuck, she thought, tugging and straining. She had that big presentation for Eco today. “Fuck this!” she snapped, shoving off the jeans and returning to her closet. She found some leggings, and quickly stretched them over her lower body. They truly strained at her hips and ass, but she managed to get them up.

Sighing in relief, Claire paired it with a tank top, then grabbed her backpack and hurried to class.

Within minutes, she was doing her presentation, and it was going well. The students who weren’t focused on the data were just staring at her swaying ass, but at least she had their attention. Admittedly, the tank top was too tight on her as well now, cleavage bulging prominently against the low neckline, but Claire just tried to get through her presentation. She would worry about her clothes later.

Everything was going well. The data was solid. She turned to the chalkboard to write down the final numbers, but then her backside quavered, and Claire heard a tearing noise. She froze.

There were gasps.

“Holy shit!” a male student said.

There was a nervous giggle, then hushed silence. A cough.

Claire could feel it before she looked. Her leggings had torn right down the middle! She quickly turned to face the class, her butt wobbling with the quick movement. “Oh my god,” she said, completely mortified.

The class just stared. The professor sputtered.

“I—have to go!” Claire blurted, before hurrying away, backwards, while trying to cover the tear with her hands.

-

“God, what’s going on,” Claire groaned two weeks later, as she tried to zip up one of her newer, “roomier,” skirts. She had literally just replaced her whole wardrobe with larger-sized clothing, but again, she found herself struggling! How could she be gaining this much weight, and so quickly!?

“Freshman fifteen?” her roommate, Jane, remarked as she watched Claire struggle to get her zipper over the rounded curve of her belly.

Claire rolled her eyes and ignored Jane who was spectating the scene, eating chips. The cunt. Claire had a sorority meet that evening. I’m not gonna fit in, not looking like this, she thought in panic. “Fuck this,” she mumbled, giving up on the skirt. She went back to her closet. Two-piece outfits clearly weren’t working out for her. Claire studied her variety of little dresses before grabbing a strapless number. She hadn’t worn it since before the weight gain, but she would just have to make it work. Spandex it is, she thought.

2.

“Yeah, it’s my junior year,” Claire was saying to the young man who had just introduced himself. God, she wished Brad was here. “But I still feel so lost. I’m just like, panicking. I guess we’re all kind of like that,” she rambled. Claire couldn’t help joining in the guy’s tipsy giggles. “Oh, ‘scuse me for a sec. I think I see one of my friends.”

Claire extricated herself from where the drunk guy had cornered her by the drum set. Still lightly chuckling, she wandered towards her friend, Violet, who had arrived at the party under the arm of some meathead.

But as Claire shouldered her way through the crowd, she couldn’t help noticing that a lot of the woman seemed a little…different, oddly enough.

Like Claire, they had gotten curvier. Weird. Claire looked down at herself, the little dress she had on positively straining against her. Her breasts were practically spilling over the low V-neck, and she had to continually pull down the hem to keep her huge ass from popping free. Claire finally got over to Violet, where Claire found herself confronted with a rather bouncy greeting. Violet was quite tall, so whenever Claire found herself facing her, she only came as high as Violet’s chest.

That evening, Violet was wearing a loose shirt, but the curves of her chest were definitely more prominent than usual, the thin cotton stretching against it. But then, the shirt loosened again as it flowed down the rest of Violet’s torso. It was certainly unexpected, and Claire wasn’t sure what to think of it. How could so many of the women on campus have simultaneously experienced this level of growth? Claire just smiled and tried to brush it off.

“How did that Lit-test go?” she called to Violet over the music.

Violet rolled her eyes. “I don’t even want to think about it,” she murmured back as she took a sip from the plastic cup clutched in her hand. She shook back her long mane of wavy hair, her breasts moving somewhat with her movements, and Claire found herself entranced. Claire had long suspected that she was bi, and Violet’s recent changes were a sharp reminder. Claire could hardly tear her gaze away.

So she lingered there, spending most of the night chattering away with Violet, and the date, who was friendly if rather amused. They chattered, giggled, and gossiped into the early hours of the morning. Until things began to blur, but still felt pleasant and airy.

-

Claire awoke with a groan.

She found herself sprawled across the futon in one of the spare rooms. She felt drowsy, but otherwise fine. She’d only drank punch, after all.

Claire got up and stretched before walking into the living room. It was scattered with unconscious college students draped across the furniture, a few on the floor. Claire supposed she had been lucky to snag a bed.

Tiptoeing around people, she looked around for her jacket. It wasn’t particularly fitting or comfortable lately, but her keys would be in the pocket.

As Claire was passing by the bathroom, she noticed the door was partially open, and couldn’t help glancing inside. What she saw gave her pause.

In front of the bathroom mirror stood Violet, hunched down and gripping the sink, her face contorted in strain as she trembled and groaned.

She was dressed in just a bra and panties, and Claire could now see the way Violet’s breasts were overflowing the bra cups, now swollen and oversized for the straining lingerie. And oddly, Violet also had a small belly. Like Claire’s, the curve was a new one. Violet’s abdomen had been flat and lean in the crop tops she had been wearing just a week earlier.

Her face scrunching more, Violet released a long moan, and that’s when something truly bizarre occurred.

That small curve of her abdomen trembled and shuddered as it inched outward, swelling and expanding as Violet whined and arched. Claire stood there in stunned silence as she watched Violet’s belly push outward until the other girl looked as though she was five months pregnant.

Violet was left gasping for breath as she gripped the sink for support, belly puffing out and in with her heavy breathing. She still hadn’t noticed Claire staring at her. But then, she was decidedly distracted.

Claire felt her lips moving wordlessly. She didn’t understand what she had just seen as there was no way it was remotely possible…. And yet somehow Violet was experiencing some insane, accelerated pregnancy.

Claire didn’t know why, but she felt her body heating and her loins tingling. Something about Violet’s swelling body was just so…stimulating. Feeling a little breathless, Claire bit down on her bottom lip. Her hands slid to her own stomach, subconsciously cupping at the curve there.

3.

Two weeks went by.

One afternoon, Claire found herself standing in her full-length bedroom mirror, biting her bottom lip while she studied her reflection. She found herself doing this daily. Presently, Claire was wearing only a bra and panties as she frowned down at the curve of her belly. It was too firm and perfect a shape to just be flab. The mound made her look as though she was four months pregnant.

Claire still couldn’t figure out what to do about all the weight she was putting on. She had cut back on partying significantly, which meant the gain had slowed down, but not stopped completely.

Over several days, Claire had sent some text messages to Violet, but had gotten no response so far. Claire hadn’t seen her friend since the party.

It was kind of suspicious. In the past, Claire and Violet would text all the time, responding to each other within minutes. Violet’s sudden digital silence just wasn’t like her.

Claire’s thoughts wandered back to her last sighting of Violet – when Violet had been standing in that bathroom, gripping the sink as she groaned and her belly visibly expanded. Claire felt herself getting turned on by the sheer memory. Half the time, Claire told herself that she had just imagined it. Yet intrinsically, she knew that it had been real, and thus it had been…quite something.

Claire blinked several times as she came out of her reverie. Sighing, she finally turned away from her mirror and approached her dresser where she retrieved her cell phone.

Let’s go out tonight, she texted Brad. Wanna check out that party at Delta Kappa Phi?

Within seconds, Brad responded with a series of emojis, including a thumbs-up, a grinning face, and some multi-colored hearts.

Claire rolled her eyes with a smile. Pick me up at eight, she responded, with a winking emoji.

That evening, Claire had difficulty finding an outfit that actually fit her. She settled for a blouse that was too-tight like everything else, but she worked it to her favor. The buttons strained against her rapidly growing breasts, so she unbuttoned the blouse low enough to give herself an extremely deep V-neck that showed off a generous amount of cleavage. She paired it with a skirt. Brad did a double take when he saw her.

“Look at you,” he said as he closed in, playfully cupping her plump boobs.

Claire giggled as she slipped free, instead wrapping Brad’s arm behind her as they walked to his car. Soon they were both buckled in, cruising around the sprawling campus as Claire fidgeted in her seat, adjusting and readjusting her top, which was not only straining at the chest, but at her belly as well. The little bump was just growing out of control.

Brad’s gaze strayed down, and he finally seemed to notice. His eyes widened and his lips parted, but thankfully, he didn’t comment.

At the party, Claire saw various friends and classmates, but there was no sign of Violet. It wasn’t like the taller girl to miss out on a frat party.

“I swear, she’s avoiding me,” Claire complained as she poured herself a third cup of punch from the large glass bowl on the snack table. “Something’s up.”

“Maybe she’s just busy,” Brad countered, nursing a drink of his own.

Claire rolled her eyes. “Yeah right.”

“Enough about Violet. We came to have fun.” Brad downed the rest of his punch then offered his hand.

Claire smiled as she accepted it, a laugh coming up her throat as Brad spun her around, then guided her to the dance floor.

They spent the rest of the night kissing and swaying, completely absorbed in each other and the warm, rhythmic environment. Every so often, some shirtless pledger would come by with a drunken grin and a tray of that cheap punch. Claire always made sure to snag a cup. It was quite delicious.

By the time the party was winding down, Claire and Brad found themselves stumbling into a closet as they fumbled to get their way through each other’s clothes.

“God, you look good in that blouse,” said Brad as he clumsily unfastened her skirt.

“Imagine how I look without it,” Claire teased between kisses as she gripped onto his shirt, pulling him close. They fell back against the wall together, one of her legs curling around him.

The music was still blaring, pulsing with the beat of Claire’s racing heart. She couldn’t believe how good this felt; this increasing tension surging from her veins to her core. Her bra cups pinched into her plump breasts and she could feel her nipples swelling to nearly double their size, as her skin tingled and her insides bloomed.

4.

Claire was having the oddest dream. Everything was foggy. She was up and about in the sorority house…in the kitchen…? …and indulging in a snack. A large snack. The place was a mess and she was woozy. She was dizzy and foggy, yet eating mechanically and…

“Ohhh…” Claire registered as she realized her dream wasn’t quite a dream. Because she was still at the sorority house, and she was up and dressed, in the kitchen, and eating. Had she been sleepwalking?

Claire registered the chunk of meatloaf she had clutched in her fist. She was standing in front of the open refrigerator, clawing her way through leftovers from last night’s party.

This wasn’t like her. She didn’t know why she was doing this. Yet every food she found was somehow irresistible. And where was Brad?

“Mmmmghh…” Claire hummed as she stuffed the latest clump of meatloaf into her mouth despite herself. She chewed and swallowed, before taking up some more. With her free hand, she grabbed up several balls of mozzarella out of a salad on a higher shelf.

There was pasta, cheese dip, stuffed potato balls, ice cream bars, sliders, mini quesadillas, and so much more, both in the freezer and in the fridge. Claire continued to indulgently stuff food down. Something had come over her. Some mad compulsion; a desperation to fill herself more and more. She needed as much as she could get, and then some. So she ate, even as her face reddened and her forehead started to sweat.

She found a large box of cupcakes piled with chocolate butter cream icing in one of the bottom drawers. She soon found that she was able to squish them each into her mouth, whole. She moaned as she realized their varied fillings: whipped cream, custard, or gooey chocolate sauce. The cupcakes were soft and easy to chew and compress, then force down her throat. Claire panted after she had gobbled six of them down. There was just one cupcake left, then she would move on to the pan of cold eggrolls practically calling out to her.

Just before Claire could stuff the last plump cupcake into her mouth, she felt a sudden tension in her abdomen. She dropped the pastry to the ground, instead clutching her stomach with her icing-covered fingers. She grimaced and groaned, stumbling over to a wall. She leaned back against it for support as she tried to breathe, hands rubbing her pulsing stomach.

The tension was only increasing. Her insides felt as though they were writhing. Her belly was shuddering — tightening. “Nnrgghhh…” she groaned, arching her back as the pressure reached its apex, and she could actually feel her belly inching forward, and her blouse growing tighter as she struggled to hold on. This was impossible. She — she had to be imagining it. But even as she clutched her stomach, as though to push it back in, she could still feel it growing larger and rounder, and she could see her blouse getting impossibly tight, until diamonds of flesh started protruding between her buttons.

“AAHHHH!” Claire cried as her blouse burst right open. She was left dazed and panting, teary-eyed as she stared down at herself in shock. At the round swell that had popped out of nowhere. She suddenly looked as though she was well into her second trimester, her belly heaving up and down as she struggled to catch her breath.

Despite feeling stunned and woozy, Claire couldn’t deny the warm tingling of her flesh, and how it traveled straight to her groin. There was something about the sensation that was just so…nice. Her hands rubbed up and down the swollen expanse of flesh. This whole thing was just so bizarre.

Claire pushed herself off the wall and tried to adjust to her changed balance. She looked around for something to cover herself up with. In the living room, which was still a mess from last night’s party, she found Brad’s button-down shirt hanging over the back of a chair. Sighing in relief, she grabbed it, but before she could pull it on, she heard footsteps coming from down the hall. Claire looked up to see that it was her sorority “big,” who was looking a lot bigger today.

“I was looking for you,” said Becky, who had a pair of plump G-cups heaving on her chest. Not only were they big, they were full and round, wobbling cheerfully where they sat high on Becky’s chest. Becky was wearing nothing but a pair of panties, leaving her recent chest-growth on full display to Claire.

Becky stepped closer, her gaze pinned on Claire's stomach. “What happened here?” she teased, seeming almost mesmerized by Claire’s own changes. She reached down to lay her hands against Claire’s bulging abdomen, rubbing gently, and the sensation was absolutely amazing.

Claire didn’t fight the pleasure. Instead she leaned closer, allowing her own hands to explore. Soon they were kissing, stumbling back towards the couch. In the back of her mind, Claire worried about Brad coming in and finding them. But she also rather liked the concept of him joining in.

Things rapidly devolved as Claire and Becky ceded to the sensations of their bodies. Before Claire knew it, she was having the best orgasm of her life.

5.

Several months earlier…

Veronica glanced over her notes yet again. The lab technician had her hair tied back in a ponytail and was wearing blue scrubs. She found her gaze alternating between the clipboard clutched in her hands and the man walking beside her.

Dr. Randall was a stocky man. He was also wearing scrubs, but had his lab coat draped over them.

“Sir…” Veronica started. She absently adjusted her glasses, her eyes now glued to the word printed in bold on the first page of her clipboard: Superfetation.

“What is it, Veronica?” responded Dr. Randall, still looking ahead. The lab was expansive, but quiet. The experiments conducted here were strictly confidential. The two reached a door labeled Exam Room 23. Instead of entering, Dr. Randall turned to face Veronica, giving the young technician his full attention.

“I have some concerns about the side effects of the fertility drug,” Veronica admitted as she nipped her bottom lip. “Namely, it’s regarding the fact that the patient is still sexually active.”

“Acknowledged,” Dr. Randall responded, his expression remaining stolid. He was a brusque man and it was always impossible to tell that he was thinking. “Is that all?”

Veronica’s face fell, but she nodded.

As the two entered the exam room, Veronica tried to replace her uneasiness with a professional smile with which she greeted Patient Zero.

“Teresa, good to see you again,” said Veronica.

“How are you feeling?” Dr. Randall asked in a way that Veronica knew was purely clinical.

“Good,” Teresa responded. She was on the exam bed, the back inclined so she wasn’t lying completely flat. Her hospital gown was drawn up to her chest while a sheet was strewn across her hips so that her midsection was left exposed.  Beside the bed was Sarah, another technician, who was doing a sonogram on Teresa. Sarah didn’t look up from the screen as she studied the dark, warping images produced by the scan.

“Is everything looking good?” Dr. Randall asked Sarah.

“So far,” Sarah responded. She continued to massage the gentle curve of Teresa’s stomach with the instrument.

“Hmmm…” Dr. Randall looked over Teresa’s chart.

“Teresa, how have your…” Veronica had been on the verge of inquiring about Teresa’s energy levels, but she noticed that something was off. Teresa was sweaty and flustered, her breathing audibly shallow. “Is everything okay?” Veronica inquired.

“I don’t —” Teresa groaned, cutting off her own response as she tensed up and gripped the edges of the bed. Sarah drew back in surprise as Dr. Randall looked up from his clipboard.

Teresa trembled a she breathed in and out in forceful puffs. Beads of sweat were rolling down her temples, her eyes squeezing shut, but then opening wide in surprise. Something was happening.

Dr. Randall started barking orders. “Prepare a sedative! Get her blood pressure!” But Veronica’s eyes were glued to the patient. Teresa groaned again, now arching her back.

Then Teresa started was growing. Veronica’s jaw fell as she saw Teresa’s belly heave forward in a throb of significant growth. Teresa was grunting and fidgeting, struggling to bear it, as it happened again and again.

Her belly was expanding. The previously small bump was rapidly filling, getting bigger and rounder. Teresa’s panicked eyes darted around at the three clinicians standing around her.

She clutched the mass, as though to push it back in or just stop whatever was happening. She whined out, face red and straining as things continued to escalate.

She rapidly went from looking four months pregnant to five, then six, and she was only getting bigger.

Dr. Randall had fallen silent from shock. Sarah was similarly frozen and speechless. Teresa looked as though she was in labor, babbling indecipherably as she clutched her expanding body.

“What’s —happening!?” Teresa choked out between her gasps. “Errgghhhh!” Her belly shoved forward another few inches, the young woman squirming. Teresa started breathing like she was doing lazamaze, her pink face covered in tears and sweat. She gave a yelp as her belly button popped out, then she started to swell more.

She looked seven months. Her belly was really protruding out, knees drawn up on either side of her. Even her breasts looked like they had started to expand, nipples bulging. “Nnnngghhh…” she groaned as her abdomen swelled another notch. She pushed it out, pushed with the pressure, face contorted in strain as her belly bobbed and bloated until she looked as though she was nine months pregnant.

Finally, the growth spurt seemed to end, Teresa left whimpering and clutching the mass. She slumped back, boneless and gasping. Veronica could only stare at the heaving orb now attached to their patient.

Veronica shot a look at Dr. Randall, who seemed completely nonplussed.

Veronica turned back to Teresa, who needed some sort of assurance. Veronica fidgeted with her clipboard and cleared her throat. “It…it looks like we have some testing to do,” Veronica stammered.