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Your friend calls you over. They want to show you something "awesome."

You have to fight to avoid rolling your eyes at the text. They're always tinkering with something, looking for the next little quirky thing to invest time in and obsessing over it for days at a time. You're used to consoling them when their mad science experiments don't work out like the movies. So, like the good friend you are, you head on over all the same.

When you walk in, they flash you a Cheshire grin. They're holding some sort of goofy-ass ray gun out of a 1950's comic vision of the future. Uh-oh.

"I did it. Found a way to instantly change something's mass into a different state!"

They sound super excited, but you can't help but sweat a little. That's great, like solids to liquids and stuff? Sure, they say. Did it need to be a gun, though? They roll their eyes, grin never faltering as they adjust a knob.

"It's cooler that way! Anyway, watch. You'll like this."

Wait, they never cut to the chase that fast--

You jump at their sudden movement, arms awkwardly flailing up to shield yourself from either being shot in the face with unstable energy or the explosion that's sure to follow trying to use that hokey thing. There's a zapping noise, but you don't feel anything. After a few seconds, you lower your arms, blinking. You gasp.

Your friend's clothes are on the floor, in the midst of a puddle of liquid. They used it on themselves!

You rush over, panicking. The puddle isn't quite water, but you barely notice as you kneel in it, clutching at your friend's clothing. Nononononono. You pick up the gun, fidgeting and fiddling with it. Oh god. Gotta be a way to fix this. Oh no. You should have stopped them, should have--

"Hey, you're standing on my face probably."

You jump again, clutching the gun to your chest as your friend's voice chuckles from somewhere. Where are they? Are they okay? What the hell?!

"Relax, geez. I probably should have warned you. Or tell you that I tested it on something first."

They're still laughing. The liquid under you bubbles and you look down. Changing states... you squeak as the puddle moves, sliding away from you and slowly gurgling back up into the shape of your friend. Who, as you now realize after a second of gaping at them blankly, is very naked.

And sorta shiny.

Your hackles raise and they cut off any questions you might have by raising their hands up in front of them defensively, reassuringly.

"Wouldja calm down already? I'm fine! Let's focus on other things, shall we?"

They grin even broader than before, face stretching in ways you're subtly unsettled by.

"I'm goo."

You just... stare at them. For a good couple seconds. Not solid, not liquid. Something in-between. A heat slowly spreads across your cheeks... and between your legs. That grin couldn't possibly be wider.

"Uh-huh... that's what I thought. So guess what I can do now?"

You open your mouth to respond, realizing your folly a half-second too late. Your friend is liquid again, surging forward in a snake-like tendril and right into your mouth. You barely have time to gag as the heavy liquid rushes down your throat in sticky, wet gulps, sloshing into your belly as you fall over onto your back.

Your cheeks heat up even further and your eyes roll back as the last of the liquid bulges down your throat. When the sensation stops and you have the capacity to think, the reality of what just happened sinks in. You sit up slowly against a wall and wince as a heavy, liquid SLOSH within your saturated guts sends shivers down your spine. You survey the damage.

Your tummy feels -- and looks -- stretched much further than it has any business being, rounded out and sagging heavily. You put a hand on it as the goop inside sloshes and gurgles, making you belch. Your face is hot. You're squirming. Squeezing your thighs together beneath the bloated heft of your stomach. You GROAN.

So FULL.

"Full? Nah, nah. Let's fix that."

You start as you hear your friend's mischievous voice in your head, making all that liquid you suddenly remember is their body slosh around inside you in a way that leaves you whimpering with arousal, knees weak. And just. Keeps. On. Sloshing. What the hell!

"That's just me," you hear, tinged with a manic giggle. "Just stretching my legs, y'know?"

You groan out loud, both hands on your bloated gut as your friend keeps moving inside, making liquid churn and bubble, gurgling noisily inside you. You have to bite your lip to stifle the next noise out of you. The lightheaded rush you feel makes you glad you're on your ass already.

"And what a nice ass it is! But we were talking about being full, weren't we? That won't do."

You feel a strange tingle in your head as your friend speaks. How can you hear them, anyway? Further questions die on your mind's tongue as the tingling intensifies into touches. Sensation. Fingertips caressing your brain, pushing at spots. Testing them. Your mouth hangs open to let a hot, WET moan roll out of it as your pleasure center is mashed, leaving you briefly blank and drooling with bliss.

"Hmhm, so that's how this works. Okay, champ, let's see about this appetite..."

Your hands go up from your gurgly belly to the sides of your head as the imaginary fingertips move across the surface of your brain. Your eyes are wide. You're babbling. This is impossible. Improbable. Arousing. The fingers press in again, and your goo-filled belly gurgles in a new way. A more familiar way. The feeling of being full slowly fades despite the weight hanging off your front, gradually giving way to hunger. You drool as it intensifies. You're RAVENOUS. What the fuck--

GRROOOOOOAN.

You whine as your belly growls with need. Fill me, feed me, eat! You shake your head, squeezing the overfilled gut that should be telling you it can't take another drop of anything instead of reporting that you're famished beyond any hunger you've ever known. It doesn't make sense! And yet...

"You might as well eat something~"

You don't have much choice with your friend messing with your head like this. You're blushing profusely as you manage to wobble and slosh your way up onto your feet, one hand on your lower back to support your new... gravidity. Hngh.

"What a good word! How's it feel to be pregnant with me?"

Your friend's voice is a teasing whisper in your ear and those fingertips are stroking your mind in such... interesting ways. Before you know it, you find yourself staring into your open fridge, a little hazy with pleasure from slowly wobble-sloshing your way to it.

More touches.

You start salivating, belly gurgling hungrily. Touch touch. You start grabbing things, stuffing them into your mouth. Inhaling food and drink, all to satisfy that impossible hunger. Touch touch. You're moaning, shoveling in food by the handful, cleaning one shelf after another. Caress. Press. Your comfort foods, your guilty pleasures, your once-in-a-while treats are so satisfying eaten all at once. You can feel your belly stretching further, hanging heavier, but you can't stop eating. You're so hungry.

"Eat."

You wolf down a handful of cake. And then the rest of the cake.

"Consume."

You up-end a 2-liter bottle of soda and chug it in one go. And then another. And then a six-pack of beer.

"DEVOUR."

You're like a machine, eating and eating and eating and-- suddenly, your hand meets clean plastic. You dizzily look into the fridge, and your jaw drops. It's empty.

You ate everything.

Your friend giggles in your head.

"Pig."

You blush profusely, almost drunkenly wobbling as you you lean forward a bit to see if there's anything left in the fridge after all, you suddenly become aware of your stomach again as it bumps into the shelves way sooner than it should.

Suddenly, that impossibly full feeling is back as reality sets in. You look down in disbelief. Your stomach is the size of a beachball, bloated and massive, gurgling with the mix of food and drink and goop inside you. It's like something out of your fantasies. It _is _something out of your fantasies. You GROAN, waddling your way to the couch.

So HEAVY. So FULL.

You plop down and your enormous, bloated gut bounces for a few good seconds, settling into your lap like an exercise ball full of sand. You're panting, whimpering, moaning. You can't stop rubbing your belly. At least, until you're unable to keep your hands out of your pants, and even then, your friend takes over for you, rubbing from the inside in impossible waves. Your toes curl. Your eyes clench shut. Slosh, wobble, bounce, gurrrrrrgggle...!

You feel so stretched and FULL. So much growling and gurgling and sloshing and -- BELCH. You're losing your mind with arousal.

"Don't worry. I'll help keep you on track..."

The fullness fades a bit and you're hungry again. Starving. Ravenous. Empty.

"Got room for pizza, tubby?" your friend purrs in your ear, sloshing and gurgling in your belly and making you salivate. You groan.

You do.