B.E. Outbreak: Day One

Your girlfriend stumbles through the door, nearly losing her balance as she leans heavily against the wall. The sound startles you, and when you rush to check, you find her bent forward, bracing herself, her breath unsteady. Concerned, you step closer and ask:

You: “What’s wrong?”

Girlfriend (narration): Her palms press tightly against the wall as if it’s the only thing keeping her upright, her chest heaving with every uneven breath.

Girlfriend (voice): “I… I don’t know what’s happening.”

Girlfriend (voice): “I was fine earlier, but then it hit me all at once—this pressure, this weight building inside me.”

Girlfriend (narration): She shakes her head, strands of hair falling loose across her face, her voice breaking between words.

Girlfriend (voice): “It’s not just in my head—I can feel it changing me. Every second it’s stronger… heavier. Something’s not right.”

Girlfriend (narration): She collapses into the chair, her hand clutching at her forehead. Her chest rises and falls sharply, the fabric of her top pulling tighter with every breath, seams groaning under the strain.

Girlfriend (voice): “It’s getting worse… heavier than before.”

Girlfriend (voice): “My clothes—why are they so tight all of a sudden? I swear they fit this morning.”

Girlfriend (narration): She looks down at herself in disbelief, the swell beneath her shirt visibly pressing outward, her arm instinctively crossing over her chest as if she could hold it back.

Girlfriend (voice): “I don’t understand… it feels like I’m… growing. Bigger every second. What’s happening to me?”

Girlfriend (voice): “Something’s wrong with my body—I can feel it changing, stretching me out. And I can’t stop it.”

Girlfriend (narration): She leans back against the wall, arms stretched upward as if bracing herself. Her chest strains against her shirt, fabric stretching audibly with each passing moment.

Girlfriend (voice): “It’s still happening… I can feel myself pushing outward.”

Girlfriend (narration): The tightness that once made her wince now draws a different reaction. Her expression softens, conflicted, as though her body is betraying her with an unexpected rush of relief.

Girlfriend (voice): “This is so strange… it hurt before, but now… it almost feels… good?”

Girlfriend (voice): “Why does the pressure feel lighter now, even as I’m getting heavier? My clothes are still stretching tighter, but my body… it doesn’t feel as painful anymore.”

Girlfriend (narration): Her voice cracks, caught between fear and bewilderment, as another creak from her shirt echoes in the small room.

Girlfriend (voice): “What’s happening to me? Why does it feel like the more I change, the less I want it to stop?”

Girlfriend (narration): She slumps back into the chair, her chest now impossibly large, the shirt stretched to its absolute limit. The last surge leaves her trembling, both from exertion and disbelief at the sheer size of her transformation.

Girlfriend (voice): “That… that was the biggest one yet.”

Girlfriend (voice): “I can’t believe it—look at me. I’m still getting used to the last growth, and now I’m… this.”

Girlfriend (narration): She touches the straining fabric at her front, fingers brushing along the stressed buttons as though checking they’re still holding on.

Girlfriend (voice): “I don’t understand how my clothes are still in one piece… every breath makes it feel like they’ll snap off any second.”

Girlfriend (voice): “If the surges keep getting stronger, what’s going to happen to me next?”

Girlfriend (narration): She buries her face in her hands, her shoulders trembling as she tries to hide. Her chest looms outward, heavy and impossible to ignore, the fabric stretched past all reason.

Girlfriend (voice): “You probably think I look ridiculous now…”

Girlfriend (voice): “I can’t believe this is happening—just look at me. I look like some kind of bloated dairy cow.”

Girlfriend (narration): Her voice cracks under the weight of her words, shame pressing down harder than the physical strain. She shifts uneasily in her chair, unable to find a position that feels natural anymore.

Girlfriend (voice): “It’s not stopping. What if it never stops? What if I just keep getting bigger and bigger until there’s nothing left of me but this?”

Girlfriend (voice): “I don’t even recognize myself anymore…”

Girlfriend (narration): She sits frozen in the chair, both hands pressed against the sides of her head as if steadying herself. The silence in the room feels heavy, broken only by her unsteady breathing. At last, the pressure subsides, and her body is still again.

Girlfriend (voice): “Woah… I think it stopped…”

Girlfriend (voice): “I’m huge. I’ve never—never been this big before.”

Girlfriend (narration): She lowers her hands slowly, glancing down at the massive swell pressing against the buttons of her shirt. Her expression is caught between awe and disbelief, as though she’s not sure whether to laugh or cry.

Girlfriend (voice): “I don’t even know how to move like this. How am I supposed to… live like this?”

Girlfriend (voice): “What if this is permanent?”