Preteen Problems Chapter 9

Heather was standing in front of one of her favorite objects over the past few months - the mirror. She had studied her form as she had been taking the pills and watched as her breasts swelled from their pre-puberty mosquito-bite size to the now oversized double-handfuls that swayed back and forth even when she wore a bra.

It was more than most twelve-year-olds could handle, but Heather was taking it in stride. She kept looking at herself in the mirror. She still had her T-shirt on; it was enough to cover her panties, but short enough to know that was the only thing she had on. Her swollen upper body rose with each breath that she took, and the lace on her chest indicated where the bra's support ended and the un-commanded flesh began.

She grabbed the bottom of her shirt with both hands and raised it slowly over her head and then slid it off her arm dropping it to the floor. Her bra was enormous for a young girl not even in the eight-grade. Six inches of cleavage showed from the middle of the bra to the bottom of her neck. She reached around with both of her hands and unhooked the bra, releasing it with a snap. The pressure released, she slid the bra off her chest and down her arms.

The image was incredible. A twelve-year-old girl with breasts that hung down to her bellybutton. Her breasts were not flat but firm and round. Only their immense weight brought them down under the power of gravity.

She touched them and shuttered when the chill hit her. Her nipples became immediately hard and erect driving her almost made with desire for Steven. "Boy, I could use him right now." And grinning she looked at herself, "and I don't think that he would hesitate if given the opportunity."

Bobbie was eight months into her pregnancy. No woman had ever experienced what she was going through. Twelve babies inside of her and nowhere to go and nothing to do. She was bedridden for the duration of the pregnancy. Her mom visited her every hour on the hour during the day and every two hours during the night. The doctor was coming by twice daily, wondering when Bobbie was going to go into labor, or burst or both!

Her skin was so tight that she could feel each kick on the opposite side of her belly. She couldn't see it, and hadn't been able to for two months. She had lost track of how much she had grown around in the waist. It didn't matter now anyway. She was stuck in that bed for the next month, or whenever the babies decided to come out.

She had been wondering why she had taken the pills in the first place, but there were enjoyable parts to the pregnancy too. She was able to lie in bed for weeks and enjoy watching herself grow larger and larger. Her breasts had been producing more milk than ever, although her mom had never realized the fact. Bobbie kept her breasts sucked, but she always knew it wouldn't be long before there was another gallon in each one. The babies had grown immensely from their mother's milk. Bobbie continued to suck and grow.

She had wondered if they were going to transport her to the hospital and try to do an emergency delivery of her babies, but she had been examining the door she had walked through three and a half months earlier. She realized she wouldn't be going back out that way in her condition. She was wider than the doorway!

She remembered back to the time earlier in the year when she was still in school. She would be walking down the hallway and all of the students would look at her. A pregnant seventh grader! It was a site! Sometimes in class, the other girls would want to tough her belly to see if it was real. She felt that some of them wanted to be pregnant too, but that they were just all afraid. The guys weren't afraid of her breasts. On two separate occasions, she had been felt-up in the crowded hallway. She could feel the hand run from her nipple to the base of her breast and then hear a voice yell out, "Hey, they're real!" There would be a round of laughter and giggles and then things would continue as usual.

Bobbie had heard the teachers talking several times about her situation. They were afraid that she would go into labor in their classrooms and there would be a big stink about the whole issue, and they didn't want to be involved. How did they know she wasn't even halfway through her pregnancy and showing as though she was nine months?

She wobbled everywhere she went; in fact, she wobbled when she breathed sitting in a chair. She was enormous for a seventh grader. The guys would make bets as to how big she was or how big she would be by the end of the current month. They had watched her grow and they knew she was still growing. There was nothing she could do about the situation at that point, she had quit taking the pills and she was still growing! The hormones had absorbed into her body and changed its chemistry. She would be changed for the rest of her life.

Now, setting in bed, as she had for the last two and a half months, she just felt big. She was enjoying the sensations, but there was also the urgency to get out of bed and get on with life. But she couldn't do that now. She could feel the skin stretch every once in a while. She was continuing to grow at an alarming rate. She had wondered several times about the possibility of her exploding and babies going everywhere. That feeling had come back for the moment.

Her breasts were expanding everyday as well. They would fill up with milk, stretch and start hurting. The pressure from within became so immense that she had to suck the milk out before her breasts started dripping from the nipples. That had happened on more than one occasion.

At ten o'clock, the doctor came in for the morning visit. Each time he came in, Bobbie noticed that his pants grew tight in the front and that he started to walk funny coming across the room.

She let him pull the sheet off her body. She hadn't been able to wear a shirt for the last six weeks and she only kept a towel wrapped around her breasts for modesty. Her belly was over three feet wide and had grown out nearly four. She skin shivered and quaked as she breathed. They could both see the individual kicks as each baby tried to make his or her presence known to the outside world. The doctor started with the daily tests and was done in about thirty minutes.

He covered her back up and walked out of the room. Bobbie's mom talked with him as he was getting ready to leave. "She's grown two inches since last night. If she keeps growing like this she will give birth to twelve fifteen pound giant babies."

"How is she able to do this?" He mom was beyond shock. She had been in the same state for months since she first heard that Bobbie was pregnant at twelve.

"When we know that, we will know the answers to a lot of things. Just don't feed her as much. She needs to grow, but she can't keep up like this!"

"OK, I'll do what I can do."

The doctor left and she closed the door. Bobbie's mom walked upstairs and sat down on the edge of Bobbie's bed. "How do you feel, Bobbie?"

"Big. I feel really, really big!" Bobbie reached over and patted the part of her belly that she could reach.

Her mom touched the front of her belly and felt the babies inside of her daughter. The desire to be like this made her hot, but she was embarrassed by the fact. She just sat there and felt of her daughter's tight skin and grow hot as she thought about it.

"I hate homework!" Heather did not like homework! It was obvious to anyone that had ever been around her. She sat in the floor looking at her math book and trying work one of the problems on a sheet of paper that had become a mess of erasures and graphite smears. "This problem has no answer!"

She sat back and looked around the room looking for the answer to be printed on the wall or the bedspread. Why all the math? Then she remembered back to that night that Steven had come over and that had had sex in the basement of her house. They had had so much fun. And then they got stuck together! It was the math that had gotten them apart. They had to think of math, which of course, had nothing to do with sex.

Heather kept thinking about the night and how Steven had held her breasts and kissed them and attempted to suck them. It was all cute, but he kept commenting on them and how he liked them. He had asked her more than a couple of times if they were still growing and if they would get any bigger? All of the sudden, Heather didn't think about math anymore. She sat and thought about her breasts and how they continued to grow and get larger. And then the evil streak hit her and the desire she felt was overwhelming.

She jumped up and went over to her closet where she had kept the pills that she had taken for several weeks. The same pills that had given Bobbie twelve babies when she had made out with Jason. The same pills that had altered Bobbie's body to grow huge breasts that secreted milk and continued to grow. Oh, how they had grown!

The sweat built up on Heather's forehead and her blood pressure rose until she could feel her heartbeat in her throat. She opened the closet door and bent down to find the last two bottles of pills that she had hidden away from the rest. Underneath a shoebox in the back corner of her closet she found them. She took one of the bottles and placed the shoebox back.

Heather knew her mom would be coming in from work in nearly an hour at five o'clock and that her dad was working late tonight. She placed the bottle on her bed and ran down to the kitchen to grab a large glass of water. When she got back, she sat the glass down and looked at the bottle of pills. Her heart rate was uncontrolled and she had been breathing heavy now since she had first gotten the evil desire.

Her hand reached out and got the bottle. She twisted the top off and pulled the cotton out of the neck. There were fifty pills in the bottle. She poured the pills out on her bed and looked at them for a few seconds. Before her conscious got to her, she grabbed the glass of water and started taking the pills.

It took her twenty minutes and four glasses of water to do it, but she had taken all fifty of the pills. She was sweating and her nipples were hard. Her excitement was at a high, and she knew if Steven had been there, they would have been on the bed making some noise.

She sat back and looked at the empty bottle. She held it in her hand and placed the cotton back in the neck and sat it down. "Fifty pills? I can't believe I just took fifty of those pills!" She looked down at her breasts. "Well, I hope that Steven is a really big breast lover."

She rubbed her nipples through her shirt until she could see them standing erect. It made her hot to see her nipples poking out of her shirt. They had swelled from the influx of blood to her breasts during the excitement. Her bra was tight and unrelentingly binding. She wanted to take it off, but she was hesitant that her mom would get onto her. Her mom had told her that her breasts needed support when she wasn't in the bed asleep. Of course, Heather knew it was to keep her dad from getting hot over his twelve-year-old daughter's newly grown assets. Poor dad she thought! His daughter's breasts are a cup bigger then his wife's and twenty-eight years younger.

Bedtime came early for Heather. "I wish that I had finished that homework. Mrs. Johnson isn't going to be happy about that." She was still thinking about that afternoon and the pills she had taken five hours earlier.

Then she thought about Bobbie because of her own breasts. She looked at the phone and thought about giving her a call when the phone rang. Her mom answered the phone and called for her to come and get it, "Sounds like your friend Bobbie." Holding the receiver as she talked, "I haven't seen her in a long time, you ought to invite her over for dinner one night." Her mom hadn't found out about the situation with Bobbie and her dozen babies. Bobbie's family had decided to keep things very quiet as long as they could.

"I'll pick it up in my room, mom," Heather was leaning out of her bedroom door. She had already taken her bra off and didn't want to put down her mom or excite her dad. She picked the phone up and answered, "Hello."

"Heather! How's it going?"

"Bobbie, I was just thinking about you. How are you coming along? Sorry about not getting over there in the last few days."

"That's OK. It gets kind of boring over her sitting in bed all day and all night and thought that I would give you a call and see what was happening in the real world."

"How much more have you grown?" Heather, not beating around the bush about what she was interested in.

Bobbie breathed a sigh and started into the whole description about the last three days of doctor's visits. The resulting answer was a gain of four inches in circumference in two and a half days. For a pregnancy to take that kind of leap was unheard of, but then, this was an unheard of pregnancy.

"The biggest thing, and the one that is going to stick with me for months after I have the babies is my breasts."

"What about them?" Heather was most interested in this subject.

"The doctor told me, I guess because I asked him, that after I give birth, my breasts are going to really start producing milk. He said that the way they have grown and started producing milk already could mean a good increase in size and milk production."

Heather shivered from the chill bumps that ran up and down her back when Bobbie said that.

"He was telling me that I might have to have them pumped to reduce the pressure and the growth. Otherwise, he said that they might grow considerably more and cause some real problems." Bobbie could hear Heather breathing heavy, "With these things hanging down to my waste, as big as they are now, I'm going to still look pregnant even after the babies are all gone."

"Did the doctor say that there was anyway to reduce their size?" Heather loved the idea of having large, large breasts, but she also was curious if there was a way to reduce their size back to a somewhat normal proportion.

"Actually, I asked him about that too. He said that as long as they were producing milk, it would not be possible to do a reduction. That will make me have to stay this way for a long time after I have the babies."

Heather shivered again and thought about Bobbie with even bigger breasts. Bobbie being bedridden during pregnancy was one thing, but this could cause her to stay inside for a long time. Pumping! "How would they pump your breasts?"

"It is some kind of a device that sucks the milk out of the nipples and collects it in a container. With all of the babies, I would imagine that they would need it. It think that I will have enough to supply them all, even before they engorge with milk."

Heather and Bobbie talked for another twenty minutes and then they both hung up. Heather finished getting ready for be and turned out the lights. She was still thinking about the sight of Bobbie being hooked-up to a machine to suck the milk out of her breasts. She was turned on and anxious for Steven to show up, but she knew that wouldn't happen tonight, or at least when she really wanted him to.

She lay in bed for a little while rubbing her breasts and making her nipples hard. She could feel the moisture between her legs and awaited an orgasm. When she did make it to sleep, one hand was inside of her shirt and between her breasts. The other was between her legs and damp with excitement.

While Heather was asleep, the tingling started deep within her chest much as it had started months before the first time she had taken the pills. The tingling grew and intensified, but an hour later, the tingling had not subsided as it had before. Her breasts became sensitive and her nipples hardened and stood erect. Slowly the flesh of her breasts expanded and spread. The glands within each breasts started to develop and hormones worked their magic on her young body.

When Heather awoke the next morning...

Just to keep everybody in suspense! :)