It was January of my senior year in high school. Things should have been coming to an end. My classmates were primarily focused on things like senior trip, college applications, prom, and graduation rather than schoolwork. At least that’s how it was before the accident.
My parents were both professors at a nearby college. Their work never interested me, yet I found myself front and center at their latest demonstration. Their department had finally finished constructing a particle accelerator. Science was not my area of expertise, in fact, I was not that good a student in any subject area. Everything went over my head. My Mom explained how the massive contraption worked, what it was used for, and the purpose of their research. Each time she spoke, it flowed in one ear and out the other. I didn’t understand. There were several other particle accelerators in the United States, big deal.
My Dad held me close as they ran the first test. I was annoyed. Everyone else was excited. I was being treated like a kid at bring your child to work day. My Mom paraded me around to all her coworkers while my friends were hanging out at school. It wasn’t fair. Why did I have to be there? I didn’t understand what was going on or appreciate whatever it was that they accomplished. Suddenly, a flash of light blinded me. The room went dark. I felt the touch of my Mother’s hand holding mine. I couldn’t hear anything. A mystic blue glow appeared in the middle of a vast sea of darkness. The glowing aura quivered in place. It looked like a shimmering liquid. The blue light extended downward as if slicing through the air. The vibrating coloration made no noise. I turned to my Mom. She was gone. I squeezed her hand, I felt it there, though I couldn’t see her. There was nothing but blackness and a blue glow that seemed like a rip in the darkness.
Everything went back to normal. I could see and hear everything in the room. My Mom was still clutching my hand while my Dad held my shoulders. The blood drained from my face. Nobody else looked scared. My parents and their coworkers continued talking as if nothing had happened. It occurred to me that they didn’t experience the same strange shockwave, darkness and glow. They never mentioned it. I stood, trembling in a room filled with celebrating adults. The car ride home was no different.
What the fuck? I was the only one who saw that shit? Before bed, I was convinced I was insane. I questioned my parents countless times that night but I was met with talk about hydrogen and hadrons. Nothing they said was similar to what I experienced. Maybe I imagined it?
The next day I was back at school. My friends didn’t tease me about missing school for my parent’s work event. They actually thought it was cool. Some had even applied to their university, God they were nerds. It was odd how normal the day was. Breakfast, drive to school, homeroom, first block, second block. Nothing out of place, no strange visions. Everything was the same as before. The only problem was that it was ten minutes before lunch and my calculus teacher was droning on and on. A single minute in calculus was a lifetime of torture. The only thing that helped was the teacher. This chick was a textbook bombshell. Her name was Ms. Amara. She was young, with long blonde hair, pretty face, light olive skin, perky breasts, round ass, thin waist. Ms. Amara had an hourglass figure that could clearly be seen in every dress she wore. As a teacher she didn’t show off much skin but it was obvious she had a killer body.
I glanced at the clock above the door. Only a minute had passed. My stomach growled. Luckily, Ms. Amara was still talking about derivatives or whatever the hell so no one heard my stomach howling. “Relax, just ignore the lesson and stare at her chest for a bit and before you know it, it’ll be lunchtime,” I thought to myself. This was obviously one of several reasons why my calculus grade was so low. It was hard to pay attention to math with such a sexy teacher. I obeyed my own command and zoned out, admiring Ms. Amara’s impressive bust. My dick grew erect as I stared at her tits. It was winter which meant my boner was well concealed in my long pants. Ms. Amara only showed a bit of cleavage, though it was enough to distract me. It looked like she was easily a DD cup at least. I wished they were bigger so I could see a little more cleavage action. Either that or if she could wear a lower cut top, that would be great. As I thought about Ms. Amara’s breasts I realized she was showing more cleavage than before. I smiled. She must have moved in a way that repositioned her dress to show off her chest more. My dick grew stiffer as I daydreamed about Ms. Amara. Her tits looked so round, soft, perky, and perfect. Well, if they were a bit bigger than they would’ve been absolutely perfect. Not that they weren’t big but it would’ve been hotter if they were so big that they could barely be contained within her tight, bright green dress.
Ms. Amara paused. The class waited for her to continue. A look of confusion spread across her face. All of a sudden, she seemed nervous. Her speech was softer. She stammered, saying, “um” and “uh” more frequently. The class exchanged puzzled looks. Was she ok? Ms. Amara blushed and continued onto the next equation. Finally, I noticed it. Her boobs were bigger! They were practically spilling out of the top of her dress! It was just like I had imagined, deeper cleavage with her big tits looking as if they’d pop right out of her top. How was that possible? A moment ago they were normal, completely covered, barely any skin showing. The rest of the class didn’t seem to notice. They could tell she was acting odd but they didn’t know why. I mean who would ever guess that the reason was her breasts spontaneously grew?
That sentence sounded dumb inside my head. That’s not possible. I must have been seeing things. Maybe it was just like that glowing light yesterday, I saw it but nobody else did. Except that wasn’t true. Nobody saw or reacted to that light yesterday but Ms. Amara was definitely reacting to her suddenly larger boobs. The class was also reacting to her reaction. Eventually, I heard one dude whisper to his buddy about how huge Ms. Amara’s tits looked. That confirmed it wasn’t just me. It was real. It was happening. The question was, how?
The bell rang for lunch. Ms. Amara breathed a sigh of relief. Sweat dripped down my forehead. The sudden change in her breasts, it couldn’t have anything to do with me? Did it? I was thinking about them being bigger when it happened. I pushed the thought out of my head. She was embarrassed and startled, I didn’t want to be responsible for that. I grabbed my lunch out of my backpack and sat down with my friends. The food and company didn’t distract me. Shouldn’t I figure out if I did that to Ms. Amara? If I did have something to do with it, that meant I possessed some type of astounding, life-changing ability. It would be awful if I had this tremendous power and I never discovered it simply to deny responsibility for that one instance with Ms. Amara. “Let’s be real here,” I told myself, “I don’t have magical powers so there’s no harm in trying to repeat what happened right?”
My sandwich sat untouched on my napkin. I was too nervous to eat. Blood rushed out of my face. I could feel my skin turn ghost white. I scanned the cafeteria. To my left there was a whole table of girls my age. Most of them were smoking hot, not the type to ever give me the light of day. My thoughts ran wild. I could try it with one of them. Our paths would never cross. I won’t feel guilty if it works, it won’t work anyway, will it? I took a deep breath. My gaze fell on Ashlyn, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed hottie with a bit of a reputation for being a slut. She was wearing a white tank top showing off plenty of skin. I focused on her tits. They were much smaller than Ms. Amara’s with Ashlyn’s being about a B cup. I imagined them bigger, swelling up to a D cup to really fill out that top. It happened right before my eyes, almost in sync with my thoughts. Her tits were bigger. It was plain to see. Ashlyn’s shirt now exposed her midriff as it strained against her expanded chest. My cock was instantly hard. She looked so hot with her big tits on display, a small, flat tummy exposed and modest grey sweatpants covering up everything else.
My heart pounded in my chest. The drum of my heartbeat echoed in my head. I avoided eye contact with Ashlyn’s entire lunch table. I panicked and ate my sandwich nervously. There was no way they could know it was me yet I felt so scared like at any second they’d figure it out and call me a pervert. I’d be kicked out of school! Their whispering didn’t help either. The girls definitely noticed their friend’s larger bust.
“Do you need to borrow a bra? You don’t look too comfortable,” one girl asked.
“Are you on your period Ash? Your tits look huge today!” another girl commented.
“Fuck, I don’t know. They weren’t like this earlier,” Ashlyn blushed. I maintained eye contact with my lunch. It was hard not to overhear their conversation. “Holy shit my, my bra actually broke!” Ashlyn gasped. I glanced back over to see Ashlyn peering down her shirt. Her friends giggled.
“I got you! You can borrow my gym clothes,” Cassidy smirked.
“I, um, I’ll take Skyler’s actually. I don’t think we’re the same size anymore Cass,” Ashlyn stammered. She placed her hands on her tits outside of her shirt and lifted them up feeling their new weight. The girls erupted in laughter. Cassidy turned beat red.
“No, they couldn’t have gotten that big that fast!” Skyler giggled. “Was Jake feeling them up earlier or something?” she teased.
“Fuck off, no way!” Ashlyn spat.
I turned away from them. Some of my friends were smirking as they had overheard the conversation too. Lunchtime was a blur. My sandwich was gone. I didn’t remember eating it, I was thinking so much. What happened to me? How do I have the power to increase the size of a girl’s tits? This caught me off guard. It sounded absurd. What an oddly specific ability. Further testing was needed. Ashlyn had changed her top and presumably her bra too. I watched her head back to her lunch table. Before she sat down, I imagined her ass getting thicker and rounder. Ashlyn had a flat behind. A nice bubble butt would make for an excellent improvement. In seconds, it was there. She had a curvy, plump butt. Her sweatpants were now tight around her ass. “Incredible,” I thought to myself, “it’s not just boobs, I could-“ well I had no clue what I could do.
The more I used my newfound ability the more confident I became. By the end of third block, I was no longer scared of using my powers. There was no way anyone could trace it back to me. I felt my teenage hormones surge within me, imagining all the girls in my grade with their bodies molded into my image of perfection. I had to keep things simple though, I didn’t want to make a scene. It would be horrible if the school found out that random girls were changing drastically. If it were smaller, subtle changes nobody would suspect a thing.
Unfortunately, I lost sight of this pretty quickly. My logic and reasoning was no match for my insatiable 18-year-old hornyness. Fourth block was gym. Although it was held indoors in the winter, we were still required to wear shorts and short sleeves. Halfway through class I had already altered the bodies of five girls. It was horrible, I know, but I couldn’t control myself. A tall brunette, Emily, had an amazing body with huge tits and a thick ass. I thought she looked so sexy but there was something missing. A chubby little belly pooch would make her so much sexier. I imagined her tight, white belly bulging forward, curvy like the rest of her. As Emily walked with her friends her tummy expanded forward just a tad. They didn’t seem to notice. It looked like she had a food baby. I loved it. Emily was now extra voluptuous and sexy. That was the first time I altered something besides a girl’s ass or tits. I couldn’t wait to find out what else I could do.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted one of the hottest girls in my school: Queen. She was one of few African American students at my school. Queen was beyond hot, thick thighs, bubble butt, C cup tits, she was trim and curvy at the same time with a crystal clear complexion as well. Her beautiful black skin was flawless, her eyes deep like outer space and the soft facial features of an angel. It was a good thing I wasn’t dating her or else I’d definitely put a baby in her. A terrible thought crept inside my head that I couldn’t shake. Could I do that? Not by hooking up with her, but with my powers. Could I alter someone’s body to make them pregnant? Sweat trickled down my neck. I knew what I was about to do was extremely wrong. I have no excuse for my actions. Queen jogged up to a water fountain to take a drink. Her tight workout clothes partially exposed her tummy. I imagined her belly bigger, not pudgy and jiggly like Emily’s new cute tummy, but tight and perfectly rounded like the globe of a pregnant woman’s baby bump. At first nothing happened. Queen drank from the water fountain unaware of my actions. I didn’t give up. I focused on her black belly, her skin so soft and smooth. Suddenly, it began to swell outwards. Although I knew it was me doing it, it looked as if every sip of water was making her belly grow. I was speechless. If I had the power to make babies out of nothing, what couldn’t I do?
Queen kept drinking from the water fountain oblivious to her expanding midriff. Her tummy grew and grew until it almost stuck out as much as her tits. That’s enough, I thought to myself. As expected, the growing ceased immediately. Out of everything I had done so far, this blew me away the most. Queen’s baby bump was noticeable though it wasn’t too large. It actually looked good on her. I admired the tight skin and gentle curve of her swollen belly. It was impossible not to get turned on. She looked like a milf with her tight, dark green short shorts hugging her curvy ass and her gold top being pushed up by her round belly. My heart skipped a beat. I never knew pregnancy could look so sexy.
Queen wiped her mouth with her hand. She peered down at her tummy. Fuck she noticed, I thought. Although her tits obstructed her view of her belly, she knew something was up. Queen rubbed her stomach with one hand, feeling the round swell that wasn’t there moments before. She played with the baby bump as she discovered it wasn’t flabby, but firm. A perplexed expression took over as she inspected her bloated belly. She held the bottom of her stomach to feel its weight. It didn’t move much as it was not a malleable, pudgy tummy. It was a baby bump. I felt terrible. What did I do to her? She didn’t deserve to suddenly be pregnant. I had to undo it.
I focused on Queen’s sexy pregnant belly. I imagined it shrinking down to the flat stomach it had been seconds earlier. Nothing happened. I tried again. Still nothing happened. When altering other girls I had full control, size, shape anything I imagined I could do. If I made a girl’s ass too big by accident, I could make it smaller. I could make any adjustment I wanted. Except this time I couldn’t seem to get rid of Queen’s pregnant belly. My heart sank. Was she going to have to give birth and raise a baby? I instantly got a headache. I had fucked up worse than I thought possible. Meanwhile, Queen tugged on her top to try and cover her belly. It only made it just above her belly button. Her midsection wasn’t big enough for it to be obvious that she was pregnant but it was obvious that she had a rounded tummy. Queen caught me staring. She blushed and continued her jog, running away, leaving me behind to think about what I had done.
The worst was yet to come. I didn’t learn my lesson. Although, I knew what I was doing was wrong, I couldn’t stop myself. I lied to myself trying to make it seem as if it wasn’t a big deal and Queen probably wasn’t actually pregnant. It wasn’t long before I used my newfound abilities again. After the final bell rang, I packed up my backpack and headed to my car. Along the way I heard a commotion in the parking lot. Some girls were crowded around a parking spot near my car.
“My parents are at work and the buses left, what am I supposed to do?” cried a feminine voice. It sounded familiar. My heart skipped a beat. It was Queen!
I slowly approached. The group of girls were right behind my car, gathered around the back of this girl Cindy’s car. They were in the way, preventing either of us from leaving.
“Look, I can’t be seen with you like that,” Cindy complained. My keys jingled in my hands. The girls didn’t notice. Cindy was a stereotypical valley girl type. She was on the dance team with Queen. Most of those girls had a reputation for being mean.
“Nobody’s gonna see us, you’re just driving me home. Come on! You’re supposed to be my ride home all year!” Queen argued.
“Yeah but everyone will see you in school tomorrow won’t they,” Cindy reminded. “I don’t want to be associated with someone with that thing!” She pointed to Queen’s belly. She had changed out of her gym cloths and was now wearing an orange long sleeve top and blue jeans. The jeans looked way too tight, so much so that she couldn’t zipper or button them. A decent amount of her pregnant belly hung over her pants. Her shirt was not long enough to cover it completely. She wasn’t big but definitely too big for those clothes. I pieced together the situation. Cindy thought Queen was getting fat and didn’t want to be seen with her because she’s a shallow bitch.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? I didn’t have this gut yesterday or this morning when you drove me to school! Come on, you fucking know that. I’m just bloated or something, God!” Queen screamed.
The girls giggled. “You’re bloated in your tits, ass, thighs, and arms too?” another girl, Lindsay, commented.
“I don’t think she knows what bloated means, bloated and fat are different things sweetheart,” spat Cindy.
Queen’s face turned red. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Arya, can you drive me home?”
The tiny Indian girl laughed. “No, I don’t think I will,” she said with a smile.
“Lindsay?” Queen begged.
“No way,” Lindsay snapped.
My blood boiled. Queen was being bullied because of the belly I gave her. Those girls were so cruel. She was so hot, and her belly wasn’t that big. They didn’t know what they were talking about. It dawned on me; I was right. They didn’t know, but I bet I could teach them.
The group of girls laughed as Queen’s eyes watered. Suddenly, Cindy stopped laughing. A pop sound brought their attention away from Queen and onto Cindy. It was the button for her jeans. It flew right off. Cindy shrieked. Her belly was rapidly expanding outward! It became too much for her pants to bare, the zipper broke apart, revealing her white panties.
“Oh my God, what’s happening?” Cindy cried. She grabbed her ever-growing stomach. Her shirt couldn’t hide her belly, it rose further up her body. It didn’t help that her tits were growing too. Soon her bra snapped from the pressure. “Help me, it’s not stopping,” Cindy screamed as she turned to her friends for help. Her eyes went wide. Cindy’s friends weren’t paying attention to her. They were having problems of their own.
“Holy shit!” Arya gasped. She clutched her breasts, each one was suddenly massive. They didn’t stop growing. Arya watched in horror as her shirt lifted up until it barely covered her tits. It didn’t take long for her boobs to swell to the size of watermelons. They were so ridiculously large that Arya had to hold them up, one enormous brown tit in each hand. Her poor shirt was being stretched to its limit. The slight creaking of a rip emanated from her shirt. The bountiful flesh of Arya’s tits reduced her shirt to a mess of torn fabric covering less than a bra would. The cold Winter air flowed against Arya’s now exposed belly and back. She shivered. Her huge nipples poked against the remaining fabric.
Meanwhile, Lindsay was having trouble with her body too. It appeared her belly was getting bigger by the second. Her shirt rose up to reveal one extremely white tummy. It was a lighter tone than the rest of her skin. A sharp ripping sound got Lindsay’s attention. “What the fuck is happening? My pants just ripped!” Lindsay whined. It appeared her ass and thighs had gotten too big for her jeans. Small tears formed throughout her clothes. She didn’t stop growing. Eventually she couldn’t take the pressure anymore and unzipped her jeans, allowing her plump gut to hang loose. Her hands flew to her breasts, they had also grown quite a bit. Lindsay’s clothes were stretched tight all over. She now looked voluptuous, and curvy but a little too much making her pretty chubby. I thought she looked perfect but of course she and her friends hated it. “Nooo! What’s happening? How is this happening? Why?” Lindsay shouted.
Cindy turned to Lindsay. “Make it stop!” She commanded. Her belly was as big as a basketball and still growing.
“I don’t know what’s going on!” Lindsay groaned. “Why is your shirt wet?”
Cindy peered down at what was left of her shirt. It only partially covered her tits now and was ripped in the back. The spots covering her nipples were soaking wet. She felt her tits and winced.
“Is that milk? Oh my God, are you pregnant?” Arya gasped.
“No- no, I can’t be,” Cindy whispered. Suddenly, her belly button popped from an innie to an outie. Everyone stood and gawked in silence at Cindy’s heavily pregnant body.
Lindsay felt up her flabby tummy. It hung over her waistline like a bloated beer belly. She was just chubby, not pregnant. The group turned to Arya. Nothing changed except her tits. Each of her breasts were easily the size of a beach ball. Arya wasn’t pregnant either. Cindy rubbed her gargantuan, globe of a belly. Her jaw dropped. “I think I felt a kick,” she whispered in disbelief.
“That’s it, we’re going to the hospital!” Arya announced. The girls had stopped growing but were still in shock.
“I’m not going anywhere looking like this!” Cindy yelled. She held her belly in her hands.
“Our bodies changed out of nowhere and you don’t think we should go to the hospital! Are you insane? Something is wrong with us!” Lindsay argued.
Cindy rubbed her exposed belly. “Can you drive? I think my stomach would get in the way,” she sighed.
“I’ll come with you, these would get in the way too,” Arya said as she held up her massive tits. A small rip formed in the front of her shirt. Although only her tits were altered, Arya was showing the most skin by far with what was left of her shirt covering a thin band across her back and breasts. It appeared as though her shirt would tear completely off with the slightest movement.
The girls headed into Cindy’s car with Lindsay driving. “Wait, can I come? My body changed suddenly too!” Queen called. She rubbed her bloated tummy for emphasis.
Cindy stuck her head out of the window. “No, this was all your fault fat ass!” The car sped off into the distance. Queen stood alone in the parking lot.
“Do you need a ride?” I asked.
A small smile formed on Queen’s face. “Yes please,” she sighed. It appeared she was relieved to have a ride home but too shocked by what happened to her “friends” to say much. She buckled herself into the passenger’s seat. It was kind of awkward since we never talked much before. The first few minutes of the drive were dead silent.
“Did you catch any of that back there?” Queen piped up. “Like what happened to those girls?”
My cheeks grew hot. “I saw some of it, yeah,” I lied.
“Wasn’t that insane? One minute they were all normal then they just, like, mutated,” Queen explained. “It was scary as hell, I hope I’m ok.” She looked pretty freaked out.
“Well it didn’t happen to you, did it? Why are you worried?”
“Because I have no clue what happened to them! What if it happens to me? What if it already did? Look at my stomach, it wasn’t like this earlier today!” Queen said as she grabbed her belly. It was magnificent. Her baby bump was so small and cute, yet big enough that she couldn’t zip up or button her jeans. She rubbed her sexy pregnant tummy in an attempt to examine it. I found it terribly hard not to be turned on by this goddess feeling herself up right next to me. My mind surged with lust. It was difficult to focus on the road. The next time I got the chance to glance over at her she was cupping her breasts to feel if they had gotten any bigger. They were slightly larger but the biggest change was her pregnant belly. I wished I had made her tits a bit bigger. Suddenly, they swelled forward, becoming slightly larger than they were.
“Fuck, I didn’t mean to do that,” I gasped.
“What?”
Queen didn’t seem to notice the change in her bust. “I made a wrong turn,” I lied.
She frowned. “No, you’re good, this is my street.”
“Oh.” My palms grew sweaty. That was a close one. Luckily, we had arrived at her house and I hadn’t given away my secret. She unbuckled her seatbelt which was crushing her perky tits and hopped out of the car. I wished I could fuck her so badly. She looked so hot with her little baby bump overflowing out of her pants. I could even see a bit of her underwear in the front. “Bye Queen!” I called as she shut the car door. My fingers were just curling around the steering wheel when a tapping sound stopped me. It was Queen at my window.
“You can come in and hangout if you’d like,” Queen beamed. Her tone had changed. She seemed much more warm and friendly.
“Alright,” I agreed. It was odd, we weren’t friends and we barely talked on the ride over. She was so hot, there was no way I’d say no. Her house was small with a short front yard. I had just stepped foot through the front door when Queen grabbed me and kissed me hungrily. It was too sudden I didn’t even see what her house looked like. She squeezed me tight and forced her tongue into my mouth. When I broke free I noticed her nipples were beyond erect. They stuck out like daggers.
“Come on, my parents aren’t home,” Queen said with a sly smile. She lead me up the stairs, her tits bounced with every step. Instead of fixing her top, she took it off. I was excited and shocked at the same time. We were basically strangers yet we were about to hook up. I wondered what had changed.
My vision was blurry. Queen had shoved me onto her bed. It happened so fast I didn’t recall entering her bedroom. Her hands were busy removing my pants and underwear. She had already whipped off everything except her bra. “I’m so fucking horny,” Queen whispered as she tossed her bra aside. She pinned me down to grind on top of me. Her pregnant belly rubbed my cock as she straddled me. It was all so sudden. I didn’t know what to do or say. She was starving for sex. I reached down to grab her bare ass. This only made Queen more wild. She inserted my cock inside her pregnant pussy. We moaned in unison. She leaned forward, her belly sliding against me as she kissed me. My fingers squeezed her fantastic ass. It was round and firm, I would have preferred it a bit bigger and softer. As I thought this, Queen’s ass grew in my hands. Her flesh enveloped my fingers. It felt unbelievable. A little bit of common sense kicked in and I stopped. Her ass was quite larger than it was before. Now I could really grab a nice handful of it and hold it tight. It bounced and jiggled with every movement.
I couldn’t control myself. Queen screamed as she came on my cock. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. I pushed her over and mounted her from behind. My hands grabbed onto Queen’s wide hips and yanked her back onto me. She yelled at the sudden forcefulness. Her thick, juicy ass was now bouncing right in front of me. I fucked her doggy style. Queen gasped and moaned when I slapped her ass. My hands slid down to hold her baby bump while I pounded her. It felt smaller than I thought. I wanted to be able to hold it, to really feel it while we fucked. Before I realized what I had done, Queen’s belly swelled in my hands. It didn’t stop until she looked four months along. I didn’t mean to make it bigger. If those mean girls saw her tummy now there would be no denying she was pregnant. It was still a small baby bump but it was far enough along that anyone could see it was a baby bump, not bloating or chubbyness. Meanwhile, I was plowing her pussy so hard she didn’t notice the change in her weight. I rubbed her sexy, black belly. It was so round and smooth. Her skin was tight and flawless. Pregnancy really made her glow. I couldn’t wait to see her body grow and change. Having sex with my crush while she was pregnant felt like something out of my wildest fantasies. It was amazing. I hoped it wouldn’t be a one time thing.
Queen moaned as she came for a second time. I finally couldn’t take it anymore. I came deep in her pregnant pussy. My hands remained on her belly the entire time. There was a hypnotic quality to it that made me rub it endlessly. Her skin felt so good in my hands. We cuddled for a minute or two before I had to go. I didn’t want to be home when her parents arrived. They would surely freak out when they saw their daughter suddenly a couple months pregnant.
Queen got dressed and kissed me goodbye. The sweater and sweatpants combo she wore hid her pregnancy well. Her parents may not find out right away after all. It helped that she didn’t know she was pregnant. Despite starting to waddle, Queen thought she was just bloated. It was odd. Anyone with common sense who saw her bare body would know she was pregnant. I wondered if it had anything to do with my powers. They seemed to change reality however I wanted. Sometimes the changes were unintentional. Suddenly, it hit me. That’s why Queen wanted to have sex with me so badly out of the blue. I wished for it so it happened. It was unintentional. I felt like a scumbag.
Unfortunately, the more I used my abilities, the more comfortable I got using them. School became a funhouse. I didn’t have to do any work. If a teacher questioned me I’d nod and say I already did the assignment. It worked. The A’s would appear in my grade book without lifting a finger. The only reason I still went to school was to hang out with my friends. Of course, I also went for the girls too. Arya and Cindy didn’t go back to school. I was disappointed. I looked forward to seeing people’s reactions when they saw them. Queen and Lindsay returned the next day. They wore bulky clothes to hide the changes in their bodies. That was a shame, though people would find out eventually.
In the meantime there was nothing stopping me from altering more people. Ms. Amara’s breasts were enormous. She could barely contain them in her top. Each day I made them slightly bigger. There was little remorse in my horny teenage self. If she covered up well I’d make her bust bigger until it was impossible to do so. She gave up trying within a week. Her dress showed off a massive amount of jiggling cleavage. All the boys drooled in that class. The whole school seemed to be gossiping about her. “How did they get so big all of a sudden?” one guy whispered. “Maybe she’s pregnant,” a girl guessed. A lightbulb went off in my head. Ms. Amara’s belly gently curved outwards. It was too small to be noticeable. “Not unless she’s having a baby in each of her tits,” the same guy joked. The girl rolled her eyes. I glanced back at Ms. Amara. Nobody noticed her tiny midsection was a bit bigger. Instead of making her further along with her pregnancy like I had done to others in the past, I wondered if I could make her pregnant with more than one baby. Ms. Amara’s stomach bulged forward. It was a lot rounder and way more obvious. Her thighs had gotten thicker along with her ass, tits, and arms. The blue dress she wore struggled to keep her nipples hidden. Ms. Amara stopped her lecture. Her hands flew to her stomach. Everyone was speechless. Like lightning, Ms. Amara dashed to the trashcan and threw up.
“See, I knew she was pregnant,” the girl from earlier commented. The class watched Ms. Amara spill her guts into the garbage. There was no doubt she had morning sickness.
“Go to study hall, I have to figure something out,” Ms. Amara commanded. She clutched the trashcan for dear life. Everyone did as she said except for me. The door locked because I wanted it to. I gently rubbed her back. Ms. Amara released the trashcan from her hold. I removed her morning sickness. Another long-awaited fantasy was about to come true. She looked relieved.
“Wow, I feel better instantly. How did you do that?” Ms. Amara questioned.
My hands were busy massaging her silky back. “Massages have been known to remedy many ailments,” I lied. A soft moan escaped her throat.
“Anything you can do to fix my bloated gut?” Ms. Amara joked. She peered down at her belly, unaware of the babies growing within it. “I don’t know what happened. It wasn’t this big earlier.” Her stomach stretched the fabric of her dress. The material was so tight it was almost transparent.
“I might be able to help with that too,” I lied again. “May I?” I asked as my hands caressed her baby bump.
Ms. Amara’s eyes lit up. “If you think it’ll work, go ahead!” she exclaimed. A massive erection grew in my pants. I rubbed Ms. Amara’s clothed pregnant belly. It was already bigger than Queen’s. I moved my hands in big circles around her tummy. Obviously, it stayed the same size.
“Hmm, maybe I have to massage it directly,” I proposed. Ms. Amara lifted the bottom of her dress up, over her stomach. She pinned it in place against her bountiful chest. I couldn’t believe I was about to feel up my teacher’s bare belly. Her thighs looked creamy white and extra thick due to her pregnancy. The pink underwear she had on struggled to hide her suddenly larger body. It dug into her legs and hid under her baby bump. My erection was too large to hide. Ms. Amara could easily have spotted the tent in my jeans. It didn’t stop her from letting me rub her down. I took her gorgeous tummy in my hands and felt it all over. Her skin felt softer than cotton. I couldn’t keep my hands off it.
Ms. Amara moaned by accident. She blushed. I snuggled up close behind Ms. Amara as I massaged her belly. My erection pressed against her back. She either didn’t notice or didn’t care. The circular motions I used grew larger and wider. Eventually, my hands brushed up against her bra and panties with every circle. Another moan escaped her throat as I gently grazed her bra-covered tits. It didn’t take long for her nipples to become erect. Her body felt unbelievable. My fingers worked hard, massaging her silky skin deeply. The rougher I was, the more she leaned back into me. She melted at my touch.
There were a few times where I sneaked my fingers underneath her bra or panties just an inch as they made their trip around her belly. “You know, you might want to massage my breasts too. They’ve swelled up so much lately,” Ms. Amara cooed. She was lost in bliss. There was no concept of right and wrong. Lust was the only thing guiding us.
I gladly accepted Ms. Amara’s invitation to feel up her tits. She took off her dress to make it easier for me. I cupped her massive tits in my hands. They felt enormous. Her flesh poured over my fingers and overflowed out of the top of her bra. Ms. Amara’s perky nipples poked at me through the fabric. I unclasped her bra. It fell away with ease. Her amazing bust was all mine. I played with her tits, admiring their weight and size. They were nowhere near the watermelon-sized tits I had given Arya, though they were still extremely impressive. They had to have at least been an E cup, possibly F.
Ms. Amara mindlessly stroked my cock. It was second nature to her. She felt so good she didn’t know what she was doing. Endless moans escaped her as I massaged her voluptuous body. I leaned in and kissed her neck. She gasped. I planted kisses up her neck toward her lips. We couldn’t wait anymore. Ms. Amara turned around and kissed me passionately. Her tongue tangled with mine. She forced me down into her comfy office chair. I stripped off my clothes as she flung her underwear aside.
In seconds, Ms. Amara’s tits bounced in my face. I grabbed her ass while she rode my cock. It grew ever so slightly as I willed it to be bigger. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming in pleasure. Suddenly, Ms. Amara pulled my face into her chest. Her belly and tits were pressed against me as she came. I pumped her full of cum a few times before we both called it quits.
We had just gotten dressed when all of a sudden the classroom door blasted open. Two police officers in unusual uniforms came bursting in. The symbols on their uniforms were unrecognizable. A glowing red and blue crystal illuminated the center of each officer’s chest. Their bulletproof vests seemed to be powered by the odd substance. I wasn’t sure what about the vest needed energy.
“Excuse us miss,” the female officer began. “We’re investigating a distortion in reality. The epicenter seems to be coming from this school. In fact, our scanners detected a spike in distortion emanating from this classroom just moments ago. Have you noticed anything strange lately?”
I couldn’t believe my ears. That wasn’t possible. A cold feeling crawled down my spine. My powers shouldn’t have been possible either. I tried my best not to look guilty. If I played things right, I wouldn’t get caught.
Author’s note:
Should I continue this story? Any thoughts or ideas please let me know!
Also final chapter of Artificial Affection is coming soon!