Rachael sighed, content in her false pregnancy and loving the weight of her belly and breasts as she lay on
her floor. A thought came to her - what would her boyfriend think if he saw her like this?
"He'd definitely love my boobs, that's for sure," Rachael giggled, pulling herself to a sitting position. Her
center of gravity had shifted, and she had to move slowly and deliberately to compensate for her belly. She
got her legs under her and stood, feeling the incredible weight on her legs, and went over to pick up her
phone. She dialed her boyfriend's number, absently rubbing her swollen belly as she waited for him to pick
up.
"Hello?" her boyfriend said.
"Hey, Jake, it's Rachael."
"Oh, hey babe, what's up?"
"Nothing. I'm bored and alone - why don't you come entertain me?" said Rachael mischievously.
"Be right over." Her boyfriend picked up on Rachel's tone immediately.
"The front door's unlocked, you can come right up to my room. Love you." Rachael hung up, giggling as she
got dressed. She put her bra back on, still slightly damp from her lactation, and pulled on a new shirt.
Stretchy as it was, the shirt was tight across her belly, and she could see her popped-out belly button making
a bump in the fabric. She sat heavily on the edge of the bed, pulling on her panties and jeans, and looked at
herself in the mirror. The sight of her 18-year-old and pregnant body, even clothed, set her pussy throbbing,
and she ached to have her boyfriend inside her...and to be breastfeeding him. She remembered that she'd just
milked herself, and decided to recharge before her boyfriend got here. Searching in the box of chocolates
yielded a pair of candy baby bottles - one dark, one white as always.
Rachael selected a chocolate bottle and ate it quickly, excitedly anticipating the feeling of fullness. Her
chest heated up and she felt her breasts being pumped full of milk once again, a low throbbing pressure
radiating through them as they swelled a little more. Her nipples felt tight and sore, and she could feel and
see the slow spread of wet spots on her shirt. "Might as well keep it that way," she thought.
Right at that moment Rachael heard the front door open and shut. "Rachael? It's me, Jake!"
"Come on up!" she answered.
Rachael stood waiting for her boyfriend, barely able to contain herself as she listened to him come upstairs
and walk down the hall to her room. "Man, you wouldn't believe what I - whoa!" Jake stopped midsentence as
he entered Rachael's room, taken completely by surprise. His girlfriend was pregnant, and full term!
"I - you - how - it -"
"Use your words, baby." Rachael giggled.
"You're pregnant?" Jake finally managed. "But how? We always -"
"Used a condom, I know," Rachael agreed.
"But you're like nine months already!"
Rachael moved aside, pointing to the box of chocolates on her bed. "Not really," she said. "I got this in
the mail. White chocolate shrinks, dark chocolate grows."
Jake was rooted to the spot for a few seconds, still trying to work this all out in his head, but then he went
over to the bed and examined the box. Penises, pussies, breasts, bellies - every conceivable body part was
there. Jake looked at Rachel again. "And you ate a whole bunch of these to look like you do? You're not
really pregnant?"
Rachael nodded. "Well? What do you think?"
Jake touched her belly gingerly, eventually rubbing it as he tried to decide if this was all real. He noticed
the dark spots on Rachael's shirt where her breasts were leaking, and cupped one in his hand, feeling the
weight and wetness. He smiled. "I think I could get used to it..."