"Ugh, why is this in the programming in the first place?" Charlotte groaned out at Nancy, who was busy making lunches for everyone. "Don't blame me Charlotte, the nanomachines randomly picked out various transformations and ran them. Or in this case, expansion." "Well, it feels like those bots were planning on changing me this way," Charlotte quickly added before she grunted once more in pain. She rubbed her newest change that would've freaked her out if it wasn't just for today, being a temporary breeding factory with the world's biggest pregnant belly.
Just like when her belly grew out with fat, Charlotte had a difficult time getting around with her gut now resting on the floor. What made it more complicated is that her milk production when she was a cowtaur has kept up with her, as well as her size too. So not only Charlotte is working with leaky breasts that are bursting with milk like yesterday, but also having a gigantic belly like the day before that. But unlike those two days, her breasts are bigger than before and her belly is taut with her navel popped out a while ago.
As Charlotte rubbed as much skin as she could reach, which was not even a tenth of the size of her belly, Nancy had to make a literal feast for her and her friend. Even if this pregnancy is just for today, Charlotte still has her cravings and the need to have it in a large portion. So instead of typing in the data about Charlotte's current changes and how they can make infertile women fertile again, she has been busy either milking her friend's torso-size breasts with their D battery nipples or nuking the 7th TV dinner to go alongside with some spicy pickles and a pitcher full of ranch dressing too.
Once the buffet had finished cooking and eating by Charlotte and her pseudo-children, Nancy could rest on her computer and manage to type up what had happened to Charlotte. "Okay, Charlotte I have the number." The 1000s-pound woman tried to stretch her neck to see where Nancy was but couldn't because her mass and heft had prevented it for her. "What number?" "The number of how many babies do you have inside you. Do you want to know?" Charlotte looked down at her immovable stomach, noticing the occasional bumps or kicks within her.
"I'm sorry, but I don't want to know right now. If I was smaller and natural, yes I do want to know about my kids. But since this is only for today and I'm so big that I can't see my feet anymore, what is the point in knowing how many they are in me?" Nancy just looked at her screen and then typed some more. "Okay. If you say so. But just to let you know, the number was in the hundreds." While not as serious as hearing the correct number of babies, the fact that she has more kids inside her than a bunch of small towns has entirely freaked Charlotte out. She just hopes that when she does get pregnant the proper way, she doesn't grow bigger than a normal pregnancy.
But just thinking about what happens after all of this got the heavily pregnant Charlotte thinking about her future. "Can I ask you a question, Nancy?" The typing kept going while Nancy replied, "Do you need help to milk again?" Charlotte shook her head, an action that the scientist missed since her nose was deep in her work. "No, not that. I got that taken care of. No, it's about after the bet." "What do you mean, Charlotte," Nancy asked, now away from her typing on her laptop to focus on the now grounded woman.
"What I mean," Charlotte paused to collect her thoughts, "Is there any serious aftermath or consequences from these experiments that may affect my daily life? Like, what if I really got pregnant, and I produced way more kids than what a woman could have? Or maybe, if I ate some dairy product, I began to lactate a vast quantity of milk with my breasts that burst out of my clothes due to their growth. Or maybe if..."
"Or maybe people will think that you had an active imagination and that you are just a normal woman." Nancy quickly calmed the hyperventilating Charlotte by rubbing her back. "I will make sure that when the clock strikes midnight that signifies that it is now December, that the nanomachines are deactivated, and that they will never come back on unless you want me to." As Charlotte started to calm down from her worriment, she had another question to ask her helpful friend. "What is it this time?" Nancy asked, thinking about half a dozen things that she may want. Blushingly, Charlotte asked, "There is an itch on my belly. Can you scratch it for me?" Nancy looked up at the immense scale of Charlotte's belly, outsized both Nancy and Charlotte combined. She sighed and started her search and scratch mission for her friend.