Kompera

Bumboozled (6 Parts)

Added 2025-04-07 21:36:47 +0000 UTC

Note: This is a story-prompt for Phat94.

Laura opened the package with trembling fingers. She was sitting in the living room of her college dorm, punk rock music blasting, and her backpack and tennis gear dumped unceremoniously on the floor. Laura had one dorm-mate name Stephanie, but the girl was practically a ghost, as she spent most of her time out partying or just hanging out with her boyfriend.

Laura was spunky and energetic. Some even called her a tomboy. She didn’t fight it, as she didn’t necessarily disagree. Her parents had always called her “rambunctious,” which she supposed was a nicer way of putting things.

Laura’s tops ranged from tanks, t-shirts, or the occasional bandeau or belly shirt, but she absolutely loved wearing skimpy hot pants almost daily to show off her thighs. Though Laura had a great body, she was admittedly lacking in certain areas. Laura threw an anguished glance down at her chest, and the little breasts there. She was positively desperate to get her crush’s attention, and she knew from a good authority that Miles was a breast-man.

Laura finally finished opening the box. She uncovered a large bottle of pills marked- Swendelled: The #1 Breast Growth Supplement. Laura had done a quick browser search, and this product was the first thing that had popped up in her quest for larger breasts. She quickly undid the cap. The dosage said 1 pill daily but she popped two in her mouth. She wanted this to start working as quickly as possible.

In the days that followed, Laura’s appetite surged. She found herself ordering food in at least twice daily, and purchasing large amounts per each meal, sometimes enough for three people. Even when she wasn’t dining, she was snacking constantly. Going to and from lectures, she found herself munching on pretzels or chips. During class she would discreetly stuff donut holes into her mouth.

Stephanie came into the dorm one day to sight Laura munching her way through a whole bag of burritos. Stephanie wrinkled her nose. “Eugh.”

Laura blinked up at Stephanie, surprised by the rare sighting of the other girl.

“You’re lucky you have a fast metabolism,” said Stephanie snottily. “If I ate like that, I’d blow up in no time.”

Laura just shrugged. She covered a belch and smiled. She seemed to be in a constant state of hunger. Laura vaguely wondered if it was related to the drug, but then just brushed it off. It wasn’t too much of an inconvenience, and like Stephanie had said, Laura’s metabolism was fast.

At the two week mark since she had started the drug, Laura did a careful inspection of herself in her bedroom mirror. She idly tugged at the back of her hot pants, trying to dislodge a stubborn weggie.

She was disappointed to see no discernable difference in her chest size. Her breasts were as small and unimpressive as ever. A frown tugged at Laura’s lips, but she tried to stay optimistic. She was willing to wait longer. She would continue to diligently take two pills daily, and see how things looked in another week or two.

Laura absently scratched her backside, fingers digging into a growing layer of softness here. The skin had been irritated lately. She was certain she had gotten a bug bite, or perhaps was developing some sort of mole there.

Lately, Laura’s hot pants seemed to fit her more snugly than usual, her crack bulging out over the top, but she hardly noticed. She was accustomed to the comforting tightness and she didn’t really pay attention to how her skin was truly pushing and straining around the edges, or how her ass was progressively swelling, stretching the already-taut material to its limits.

Laura stopped playing tennis as much. It cut too much into her eating time, and she was pretty sure her gym shorts had shrunk in the wash. Laura was feasting on a couple of cheeseburgers with fried cheese curds in the living room one evening when Stephanie made another rare appearance, entering the dorm with several shopping bags in hand.

Laura belched in surprise.

“Eugh.” Stephanie made a face like Laura had done it on purpose.

“Sorry,” Laura managed, before covering her mouth against another enormous belch. She blushed. Though tomboyish, this certainly wasn’t intentional. Her stomach gurgled and she belched again.

“Hilarious,” said Stephanie, rolling her eyes.

“No, I didn’t mean to—” A huge fart tore out of Laura’s ass, her eyes going wide and face turning bright red. “Sorry,” she squeaked, fanning the air with her hand.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Stephanie snapped.

“Oh, stop being such a prude,” said Laura, before snapping her mouth shut in case another belch came up. She heaved herself off the couch, not noticing as Stephanie’s eyes went wide at the sight of Laura’s huge round ass looking ready to burst free of the hot pants.

Laura went to the bathroom, ass bobbing behind her. She gave an unimpressed snort to her mirror before dumping the remainder of the supplement down the toilet. “Useless,” she grumbled. Her ass bounced slightly, and for once, she paused to consider it. Laura turned her back to the mirror and craned her neck to register how big her backside had gotten. Really big. Just bulging out behind her like Nicki Minaj’s, but actually bigger. Her hot pants was practically a thong by then. Laura supposed all her pigging out had actually had consequences, though she was pretty sure Miles wasn’t an ass-man.

“My demented little consolation prize,” she muttered bitterly, before going off to her room. She plopped down on the bed, but winced, and opted to sleep on her stomach.

In the morning, Laura’s ass was tingling and hot. She shifted, and started to get up, when she heard a tearing noise. Her pajama pants had torn apart! She could tell that her ass had swollen even more, feeling like basketballs bulging out behind her.

“What the hell…” Laura carefully got up and went to the mirror, turning her back to it. She was shocked to see that her ass appeared to be—tits!? The globes were swollen and round, with huge, unmistakable nipples bulging from each.

“Oh my god.” Laura blinked hard, certain she was imagining it. She prodded one ass cheek carefully, and to her shock, the nipple began to drip something white. Milk!?

Every move she made caused the mounds to jiggle, and now both were leaking. One squirted and she groaned.

Laura grabbed a large scarf and wrapped it around her hips, trying to support the swollen mounds while soaking up the milk. What the hell was she supposed to do with these things!? Laura was just starting to hyperventilate when there was a knock on her bedroom door.

“Laura, you up?” Stephanie called. “Miles stopped by to see you.”

Laura’s heart was racing. Why was Miles there? And why had he chosen the worst possible time to come see her? She was still coming to terms with her freakish developments, half-certain that she was stuck in some bizarre dream and would wake up at any moment.

But she didn’t. Laura even tried waiting a bit and pinching herself a few times, but she was still there in her room with huge pillowy ass-breasts that were seeping milk.

Another knock. “Laura? You in there?”

“Yes!” Laura said quickly. “Can you tell him to just wait for me in the living room?” She went to her closet and started looking for something that might fit. There was an exorbitant amount of hot-pants but Laura managed to find a pair of spandex leggings in the very back. She pulled them on, managing to squeeze her swollen ass into them. She kept the scarf wrapped about her hips, soaking up the milk, for the moment at least.

Laura turned to her side in the mirror, giving herself a once-over. Though her backside looked unnaturally large, the protrusions of the nipples weren’t visible, kept under control by the scarf. Nodding uneasily to her reflection, Laura took a deep breath and opened her bedroom door.

“God, Miles,” Laura blurted as she walked into the living room. Miles was standing there in shorts and a jersey, a gym bag hanging off his shoulder. “This—this is—” she stammered. “W-what are you doing here?” Not the most eloquent. She knew she was blushing hard.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” said Miles, walking right up to her. He smelled like Tropical Spice Men’s Body Spray. It was intoxicating. “I have my doubles tournament today. If I don’t participate I could lose my scholarship. Jim backed out this morning. I’m fucked. Please, please, please tell me you can step up.”

Laura squirmed. Ordinarily she would jump at the opportunity to do Miles a favor, but with her strange, new condition, she suspected tennis was the last thing she should be doing at that moment.

“Please, Laura, I’m begging you,” said Miles, grabbing her hands. “I know this is last minute, but I’ll make it up to you. Why don’t I take you out to dinner? Shit, I’ll do anything you want!”

Laura melted slightly. She could think of five things she wanted off the top of her head. Five positions… She felt herself salivating. “Sure. I—I’ll get my stuff.”

“Thank you so much. You’re a lifesaver.”

Laura turned away and walked back towards her room, not seeing the way Miles' eyes bulged at the sight of her huge ass stretching out her leggings. She grabbed her tennis racquet, shoes, and some spare balls, before stuffing them all into her gym bag. She frowned down at her tennis outfit, before sighing, and changing clothes yet again.

The tennis shirt was fine, but the fit of the skirt had…decidedly changed. The material was light and flowy, and her ass was practically trying to bulge free of it. Thankfully the lactation seemed to have stopped, which was a relief, because the scarf was soaked. She discarded it in her hamper.

“Laura, I hate to do this, but we’re gonna be late!” Miles called from the other side of the bedroom door.

God, was all Laura could think. She swallowed and exited the room. She saw the way Miles' gaze swung down to her hips and up again.

“All ready?” he said weakly.

“Yep,” said Laura, with equal awkwardness. She followed Miles out of the dorm apartment, absently smoothing down the back of her skirt as her mounds rocked beneath it.

The car ride to the court was uncomfortable. Laura’s ass suddenly felt so tender that sitting against it was practically unbearable. She just hoped she didn’t start leaking onto the leather seat of Miles’ expensive sports car. She fidgeted continuously, and did her best to breathe through the discomfort.

Her ass was strangely hot by the time they got to the court, and felt bloated, sort of pulsing.

They had nearly missed their time slot, and were directed straight to the court. Laura stretched, with the uncomfortable awareness that Miles wasn’t the only one who had noticed her ass growth. Many of the spectators on the stands were staring her way. Even the referee was giving her a peculiar look.

As the game started, Laura just tried to focus on the ball. But it wasn’t her best performance, nor was it Miles’. Both of them were decidedly distracted. Miles nearly tripped over his own feet at times, and she could feel his gaze continuously shooting to her wobbling posterior. One of Laura’s hands consistently shot down to tug at her skirt, her ass determined to stick out of it, at times flashing people. Even their opponents would do double-takes and miss the ball as Laura’s large ass bobbed all over the place. Laura just hoped that no one had noticed the areola and nipples attached to the huge mounds.

Somehow the two came in third in the tennis tournament despite their poor performance. Laura suspected that it had something to do with how distracting her ass was to people both on and off the court. She had become a bit of a spectacle. She was just relieved that it was over. She washed up quickly in one of the private showers in the locker room then looked at her clothes options for dinner. She had grabbed a handful of dresses from her dorm, but like her everyday attire, they weren't exactly covering. Laura had always loved to show off her fit body.

She settled on a red dress which seemed the "most modest," which was a testament of how skimpy the other dresses were. The red dress was short and formfitting with spaghetti straps. It hugged her form while straining at the curves, the skirt immediately starting to ride up in the back where her butt cheeks were beginning to resemble volleyballs in size.
"Fuck," Laura hissed, jerking the dress down. She tried to tug on a pair of panties but it didn't come close to pulling over her ass before the waistband began to tear. She snagged a set of pasties from her friend Jenn's locker, still fresh in the packaging. The girls tended to leave the tennis court in cool, lightweight, and revealing attire. Always good to have some pasties on hand. Laura carefully adhered one to each of her swollen bum-nipples, smoothed them down until she was satisfied, then tugged at the hem of her dress again.
She looked herself over in the mirror. This was as good as it was gonna get for the time being. She actually looked rather sexy once she looked past the bizarreness of her bulging posterior.
There was a rap on the door. "I'll be waiting outside," Miles called.
"Coming," Laura responded, exiting the locker room.

She suggested an all-you-can-eat buffet, surprising even herself. Miles just seemed excited.
"Wow, girls never like that kinda stuff," he said as he started the car.
The drive over was just as uncomfortable as the ride to the court, if not moreso. Laura found herself fidgeting and squirming, trying futilely to take some of her weight off her tender swollen ass as the car swerved and vibrated beneath her.
The mounds were throbbing by the time they got to the restaurant. Laura could feel them gently bobbing as she walked. She could also feel Miles' eyes pinned to the bulging mounds and she hoped it wasn't too obvious what they had become.
For some reason Laura felt ravenous. It was probably from the workout on the court in addition to her recent growths. She piled her plate high with food before going back to the table and gingerly easing her ass down into the cushioned seat.
Miles just seemed amused by the size of her portions. "Bon appetit."
Laura dug in greedily. She had gotten mostly pasta dishes, all piled together on her large plate. She stuffed it down rapidly, suddenly feeling as though she hadn't eaten in days. She was getting sauces on her face, hands, and dress, but that issue seemed secondary to getting the food down. It was only moments before she was slurping down the last noodle. God, it was all so good. But it wasn't enough. Her stomach grumbled.
She looked at Miles, seated across from her. His expression of amusement had turned to one of concern.
"Er, it’s good, right?" he said, smiling awkwardly.
"It's great," Laura said. "Seconds?" She belatedly noticed that his plate looked as though it hadn't been touched.
"Heh, you go ahead," he said.
Laura went back to the buffet and started to load up a second plate with food.
One of her hands was continually tugging at the back of her dress, which seemed determined to ride up between her butt cheeks. When she returned to the table and eased herself down she noticed that her bum-breasts were so large that they bulged over the sides of the chair. She knew she should have been more concerned, but nothing could seem to get in the way of her ravenous hunger.
Laura gorged her way through two more plates of food by the time she was sated and the restaurant owner was throwing her dirty looks. Miles took her back to her dorm building, but the two kind of just lingered outside, passerby throwing Laura shocked looks. She hardly noticed.
"God, this was a great day," Miles blurted, stepping closer. "I had a lot of fun. And you look just—amazing."
"Wow, I mean, I had fun too," said Laura awkwardly, feeling her face heat up.
It wasn't the only thing that was heating. She grunted at a powerful surge of warmth in her posterior that was followed by pressure, her skin tightening and tingling as her butt-nipples began to sting. She was filling, her backside throbbing with a fresh surge of milk. She felt her dress sliding upwards, fabric close to tearing. She desperately tried to pull it back down.
"I have to go!" Laura cried just before Miles' lips could meet hers. With that she spun around and hurried into her dorm building, unintentionally flashing her astonished love-interest with a good portion of her bum-breasts.

The following day, Laura found herself standing naked in her bedroom, back to her full-length mirror, as she craned her neck to examine the two massive breasts that had taken the place of her butt-cheeks. She turned to her side and eyed them some more.

She couldn't believe how large they had become. Not only did she have to deal with the sheer size, but they seemed to leak at the most inconvenient of times. And frequently in general. With a tremulous hand, Laura cupped one of the swollen mounds, giving the large nipple a firm squeeze. She gasped as her backside squirted a thin stream of milk, but it was just too weird. It honestly freaked her out.
Too unnerved to try milking the mounds again, Laura dropped her hands, shaking her head. She couldn't deal with this right now. She would just have to...wait it out, she supposed.

In the days that followed, Laura managed to convince most of her professors that she was ill, and submitted her coursework online. For the occasional lecture or exam that absolutely necessitated her physical presence, Laura tried to be the first to arrive and last to go while keeping a sweater tied around her waist, though it did little to hide the hugeness of her posterior. It at least helped to conceal when she leaked though.

She received several missed calls and text messages from Miles, and it broke her heart to have to ignore them. Miles was her dream guy. He was the reason she had taken the breast enhancement pills in the first place.

But now she was too embarrassed to face him. She was certain it wouldn't take him much longer to discover what her backside had truly become.

Laura's appetite remained monstrous, though now that she had run out of the pills, all the weight she was putting on was going straight to her midsection. Her belly was getting soft and rounded, beginning to stick out in all her shirts. It was just another problem to add to her growing list.

Laura's roommate, Stephanie, had gone from being a ghost to being around all the time. It was infuriating. The other woman was nearly impossible to hide from, and on the several instances that Laura stumbled on Stephanie lounging in the living room or coming out of the shower, Laura always froze like a deer caught in headlights, as Stephanie just stared at her wordlessly, as though Laura was an alien or something.

Laura usually backed away, ass-first. She was trying to be as discreet as possible though it was only getting harder.

"Do you really think you should be in the kitchen right now?" Stephanie drawled when Laura stumbled upon the other girl in the aforementioned room snacking on zucchini chips.

Laura sent Stephanie a dirty look and took her awkward retreat as usual, ass bobbing in the tight leggings she had on. She swore, Stephanie and her boyfriend were usually connected at the hip. Laura wondered if they had broken up, and allowed herself to feel smug at the thought.

Despite Stephanie's indiscreet dissuading, Laura felt positively starved most days. Unable to face another second of Stephanie's judgmental stare, Laura started sneaking out of her ground-floor bedroom window to visit the shopping center just around the corner. It had several fast food restaurants and a convenience store.

She found herself going daily. The trip was fast, so she usually only donned a tank top and a pair of stretchy jogging bottoms, her slobby ass bobbing wildly, but she didn't mind the shocked looks of strangers so much as she minded that of people she actually knew.

Laura always got large amounts of food, sometimes going to two or three different venues, coming out with bags bulging with burgers, sandwiches, tacos, or even balancing pizza boxes. Other times she went to the convenience store and just loaded up on candy bars, chips, cookies, and other packaged snacks.

She would get back to her dorm bedroom and eat the food ravenously in a messy binge. But it was all so good and she was just so hungry. She could feel her backside and belly stretching out her clothes a little more every day.

Then one day, as Laura was exiting her window, she found herself lodged rather snugly between the window and frame. She struggled and tried to push herself forward, but found herself completely jammed there from the sheer fatness of her bum and midsection. "Oh god," she breathed, trying to wiggle herself free.

Then at that moment, of all times, Laura saw Miles strolling over to her building. She felt all the air leave her lungs.

Miles passed the corner and disappeared from view as he walked towards the front of the building. A few minutes later, Laura heard a knocking noise coming from the living room. Miles was at their door.

Oh god. Laura struggled more to get free, wincing from the pressure against her girth. She seemed to only be getting more firmly lodged in the window rather than loosening herself up. She felt completely ridiculous with some of her torso protruding outside of the building while her legs and most of her backside remained in her room. In her struggles, she could feel that her pants had been shoved down a good deal, her swollen butt-breasts exposed to the cool air, nipples tingling pleasantly.

As Laura resigned her efforts and slumped against the window frame in fatigue, she could hear the muffled voice of Stehanie in the next room.

"Yeah, she's here," Stephanie drawled.

A masculine voice responded, though Laura couldn't quite make out the words.

Now there were footsteps. They were coming in the direction of Laura's room. "Wait!" Laura cried, though all it achieved was making several passerby outside look up at her in surprise and confusion.

She heard her bedroom door swing open.

Then there was silence. Laura was so mortified, she was almost relieved she couldn't turn her head and see what was going on behind her. She was lodged in her window, pants down, and the large freakish developments on her ass on full display to her dorm-mate and her crush.

"Oh my god," said Stephanie eventually, her voice horrified. "What the hell? You—you're like a mutant. Oh my god, just—you freak!"

Laura's cheeks heated. She waited for Miles to start mocking her as well, but he remained curiously silent. After another moment, she felt hands on her waist, carefully navigating her up and back, dislodging her from the window. Laura tried to catch her breath as she was turned around and found herself in Miles' arms.

"Is this why you've been avoiding me?" he asked, looking at her inquisitively.

Laura could see that Stephanie had left, the door shut, leaving just the two of them. She looked down. "I-I'm sorry. It's true, I am a freak, and—"

"No," Miles cut her off. "You're okay. You're perfect."

"R-really?" she said, hardly believing it.

He kissed her and Laura felt herself melting into Miles' strong arms. He didn't mind that she was fat and mutated. He liked her regardless.

Laura gasped as Miles groped her swollen backside. Her legs went weak. "Unnghhh..." she groaned in pleasure, but a loud rumbling noise made them pause. Face flushing, Laura pulled back and both directed their attention to Laura's rounded gut.

"You haven't eaten?" said Miles. "I can go get you something."

"Really?" said Laura gratefully. Her last efforts to get lunch had failed, after all.

"Fifteen minutes," Miles promised, before he hurried off through the door.

Laura lightly shook her head as she grinned. She couldn't believe how great he was. Though she wasn't sure she had any hopes of losing the extra weight as long as Miles was so generous about food, almost to the point of enabling.

Now that she was alone, Laura took a moment to examine herself in her mirror. She turned to her side, scrutinizing the plump swell of her belly—she feared she was starting to look like she was pregnant—as well as the huge butt-boobs protruding out behind her, so round and bloated, nipples achingly swollen. The mounds bobbed and jiggled with every little movement she made. It was still hard to believe that Miles was actually into this.

Laura thought for a moment then went to her bureau and pulled out a pair of sexy, stretchy panties. She stepped into them, slid them up her thighs, the slowly, carefully, began to work them up her huge ass, the material stretching taut to accommodate her.

Laura had almost gotten the panties halfway over the cheeks, and was feeling rather accomplished, when she heard a tearing noise. She cursed as the panties split open, her butt-boobs bobbing free.

There was a knock on the bedroom door. Miles was back! Laura hastily shoved the torn panties back into her bureau and instead grabbed a short spandex skirt she just managed to squeeze herself into, though some of her backside protruded out beneath the hem. "Come in," she called as she turned her back to the door, leaning one arm on the wall and awkwardly trying for sexy in all the weirdness.

The door creaked open and there was a bout of silence. Laura turned her head to see a stunned Miles standing in the doorway, clutching several grease-covered paper bags.

"God, they're so full Miles," Laura heard herself blurt even through the humiliation. The fiasco with the window, and then the panties, had only stimulated the mounds, exacerbating the growing pressure. "Will you...will you milk them? Run them dry," she pleaded, her face flaming.

Miles lowered the bags on a table as he steadily approached, looking all too pleased to help out.