Erik leaned back in frustration. He had broken his lead once again. “They don’t make ‘em like they use to.” He shoved the pencil into the sharpener and began to turn the crank. The other problem was when he would go to sharpen the possessed items, they would break in the sharpener. He had worked through half a box. Continue to crank he heard the sick sound of the lead snapping.
“Fuck this.” He snapped the pencil, throwing it into the waste bin then pushing the box with the rest of them after their brother. “I’ll just go get new ones.” He had a drawing due in the morning for his art class., he wasn’t procrastinating. He just didn’t have a pencil that would even work as a piece of wood with lead in the center, and a red rubber thingy at the end.
Erik stretched running his hand through his short cropped hair, one would call it military style. But he was far from a military styled man. He had jeans that had dried paint from several different painting going back several years. There were several holes in his jeans. His flannel long sleeved shirt wasn’t in any better condition. Splattered with matching holes and paint. Underneath his flannel was a simple and surprisingly clean white t-shirt.
He grabbed his wallet and walked out of his dorm, down the street looking for the only store that is ever open on a Sunday night. He had never been in it, it always seemed too…weird. It had a flashing neon sign. Not purposely flashing, the lights flickered irregularly due to some wiring problem. The sign said “All nit” because the G and H were completely dead. The store itself had no windows, but a small one on the door that had bars down the front. The door was covered with chipped paint, old stickers, and graffiti about good times here and there. He didn’t know the store name, because it wasn’t posted anywhere visibly.
He opened the door and was greeted by a tinkling bell overhead, and a much nicer atmosphere. It was neat and tidy. Everything in its place, everything had a place. A kind looking older woman was behind the counter. Her hair was snow white with age. But the wrinkles added a beauty to her no make up ever good. Her eyes sparkled more than most people half her age.
“How we help you?” She said in a thick accent that Erik noted was probably Russian.
“I need pencils.” He smiled at her as we walked up to the counter.
“Ohh! We got pencil for you.” She went behind a dark curtain that was behind the counter. Coming out with a slim metal box. It was the kind of box that those expensive executive pens come in. She opened the lid, like a perspective fiancée would with the ring box. The pencil was nothing special, pre-sharpened, Erik noted.
“Uhh, I just need one that won’t break every time I press down on it.”
“Won’t” A coy smile wiggled across her face.
“How much?”
“Gift.”
“Ahh, thanks.” She handed him the pencil, which he took with a slight bow and walked out of there. Getting back to his dorm as soon as he could.
He sat down at his drawing table. “I should test it out before I really use it.” He said to himself as he grabbed a clean sheet of sketch paper.
“Talking to yourself?” He heard a familiar voice snap from the dark corner of his room.
“Amelia what are you doing here?” Amelia was the person in the dorm next to his, co-ed dorm building but not co-ed rooms. “It is past hours.”
“Just checking on your drawing, you don’t seem to have gotten very far.” She came into the range of the light. She was wearing a loose white shirt that she could have easily not be wearing panties and no one would know. It reached to her knees easily. Her hips flared enough, and her breasts were perky enough that the fabric stuck to them slightly. He couldn’t figure out if she was wearing a bra or not.
“My pencils kept breaking.” He snipped back at her.
“Yeah yeah sure, so now your going to practice with your new pencils?” Erik nodded. She flipped on a light by his bed and sat down, “Then draw me. Let see if you can really do this.”
Erik had drawn people hundreds of times from many different angles, it was part of the his studies. It bored him dramatically. He preferred to draw from his imagination. An idea struck him. Why not do both? He smiled as he began to sketch an outline.
Amelia was very conscious of her body. Not in a shy girl way but in a snotty I-am-better-than-thou way. And he had always tried to image her overweight. Or even pregnant. She stated over and over her vow of never getting pregnant. “Who wants a spoiled little brat anyway? And to lose your figure over it?” She would snarl at anyone who ever announced their pregnancy. Erik couldn’t help his thoughts, it was a fetish after all. He had a whole folder that he dedicated to sketches of woman in various stages, some realistic some not so much.
He finished adding the shading to her. Then sat back to admire his work. “She would be gorgeous if she was truly swollen to full term.” He thought to himself. But his thought was interrupted with by a loud gasp from Amelia.
“Eerikk!” She whispered, but fear was prominent in her voice. Erik looked over his drawing table to see her on her back, her hands on her stomach. He couldn’t tell what was going on at first but then he saw.
Her stomach was bloating outward, rapidly changing her silhouette that was being on the wall. She quickly passed the early stages and jumped into what would have been her second trimester. The swelling wasn’t just in her stomach. Her breasts began to sag to the side in their new size. She stood up quickly. The loose white shirt now was barely reached the middle of her thighs. The swelling continues. Erik noticed that her hips were beginning to flare out even more than they were before.
Her stomach began to shift down to settle into her hips farther as she reached what looked like the eight month. She pulled up her shirt and yanked down her panties. He tried to fight showing his shock.
“They were getting too tight.” She frowned at him as she rubbed her gravid stomach. But soon after as sudden as it had started it stopped. “Wha-what is going on?” She asked sitting on the bed. Her stomach forced her legs to spread wide. She continued to rub her gravid stomach. Erik looked her over, her breasts were dramatically larger.
She had been possibly a D cup but she was now in a solid E range. Her nipples were much darker and showed almost perfectly through the white shirt. It was like she wasn’t even wearing a top how easily they were seen. Her ass had gotten wider, but in a good way. Or so though Erik.
He glanced over his sketch as he ran his hand through his cropped hair. Then he made the connection. She looked exactly like his drawing. He sat down and erased her front, sketching with skill and curiosity.
“What are you doing?! This isn’t the time to-” She was cut off by another sprit of growth. Erik had redrawn her figure into a woman swollen to full term carrying twins. She quickly reached what his drawing showed. The shirt now was so short it couldn’t hid her lady parts. But that was least from either of their mind. She rubbed her stomach more, whimpering as she felt that it was truly there.
Erik erased and drew her breasts to an unimaginable size, what he had seen on the woman holding the largest breast record, a G cup. Her breasts quickly began to swell and when she noticed it wasn’t her stomach this time her hands went to them rubbing them as if they were in pain.
“Erik. I don’t know what’s going on.” She moaned softly, but it wasn’t out of pain. “But I think. I like it.” Erik smiled quickly re-sketched her figure. He wanted to see her shirt burst off. Her breasts stopped growing and her stomach started up again. Her shirt was being pulled to a transparent state, the seams were screaming in protest but she only grew larger. Erik was not standing in front of her, his pants pitched, and waiting eagerly.
Amelia squirmed and moaned under her gravid stomach and breasts. Her breasts seemed to be in constant motion as if someone had poked a water bed sharply and the it just rippled continuously. She tried to reach her self but her massive stomach was in the way so he whimpers grew desperate. She kneaded her breasts and wiggles her hips. The shirt finally gave up, falling off in tatters. And Amelia stopped growing. She leaned up on her elbows.
“You like this don’t you?” Erik only nodded, Amelia looked down at his tent and a hunger grew in her eyes. “Take them off.” She demanded. Erik did as he was ordered and moved to the end of the bed, by her feet. She spread her legs and looked around her massive belly. It was taut and shinny in the light. She salaciously smiled, “Come on now.” He obliged, more eagerly getting into position as best as he could. And began to think of all the fantasies he could fulfill with this new pencil.
“Fuck this.” He snapped the pencil, throwing it into the waste bin then pushing the box with the rest of them after their brother. “I’ll just go get new ones.” He had a drawing due in the morning for his art class., he wasn’t procrastinating. He just didn’t have a pencil that would even work as a piece of wood with lead in the center, and a red rubber thingy at the end.
Erik stretched running his hand through his short cropped hair, one would call it military style. But he was far from a military styled man. He had jeans that had dried paint from several different painting going back several years. There were several holes in his jeans. His flannel long sleeved shirt wasn’t in any better condition. Splattered with matching holes and paint. Underneath his flannel was a simple and surprisingly clean white t-shirt.
He grabbed his wallet and walked out of his dorm, down the street looking for the only store that is ever open on a Sunday night. He had never been in it, it always seemed too…weird. It had a flashing neon sign. Not purposely flashing, the lights flickered irregularly due to some wiring problem. The sign said “All nit” because the G and H were completely dead. The store itself had no windows, but a small one on the door that had bars down the front. The door was covered with chipped paint, old stickers, and graffiti about good times here and there. He didn’t know the store name, because it wasn’t posted anywhere visibly.
He opened the door and was greeted by a tinkling bell overhead, and a much nicer atmosphere. It was neat and tidy. Everything in its place, everything had a place. A kind looking older woman was behind the counter. Her hair was snow white with age. But the wrinkles added a beauty to her no make up ever good. Her eyes sparkled more than most people half her age.
“How we help you?” She said in a thick accent that Erik noted was probably Russian.
“I need pencils.” He smiled at her as we walked up to the counter.
“Ohh! We got pencil for you.” She went behind a dark curtain that was behind the counter. Coming out with a slim metal box. It was the kind of box that those expensive executive pens come in. She opened the lid, like a perspective fiancée would with the ring box. The pencil was nothing special, pre-sharpened, Erik noted.
“Uhh, I just need one that won’t break every time I press down on it.”
“Won’t” A coy smile wiggled across her face.
“How much?”
“Gift.”
“Ahh, thanks.” She handed him the pencil, which he took with a slight bow and walked out of there. Getting back to his dorm as soon as he could.
He sat down at his drawing table. “I should test it out before I really use it.” He said to himself as he grabbed a clean sheet of sketch paper.
“Talking to yourself?” He heard a familiar voice snap from the dark corner of his room.
“Amelia what are you doing here?” Amelia was the person in the dorm next to his, co-ed dorm building but not co-ed rooms. “It is past hours.”
“Just checking on your drawing, you don’t seem to have gotten very far.” She came into the range of the light. She was wearing a loose white shirt that she could have easily not be wearing panties and no one would know. It reached to her knees easily. Her hips flared enough, and her breasts were perky enough that the fabric stuck to them slightly. He couldn’t figure out if she was wearing a bra or not.
“My pencils kept breaking.” He snipped back at her.
“Yeah yeah sure, so now your going to practice with your new pencils?” Erik nodded. She flipped on a light by his bed and sat down, “Then draw me. Let see if you can really do this.”
Erik had drawn people hundreds of times from many different angles, it was part of the his studies. It bored him dramatically. He preferred to draw from his imagination. An idea struck him. Why not do both? He smiled as he began to sketch an outline.
Amelia was very conscious of her body. Not in a shy girl way but in a snotty I-am-better-than-thou way. And he had always tried to image her overweight. Or even pregnant. She stated over and over her vow of never getting pregnant. “Who wants a spoiled little brat anyway? And to lose your figure over it?” She would snarl at anyone who ever announced their pregnancy. Erik couldn’t help his thoughts, it was a fetish after all. He had a whole folder that he dedicated to sketches of woman in various stages, some realistic some not so much.
He finished adding the shading to her. Then sat back to admire his work. “She would be gorgeous if she was truly swollen to full term.” He thought to himself. But his thought was interrupted with by a loud gasp from Amelia.
“Eerikk!” She whispered, but fear was prominent in her voice. Erik looked over his drawing table to see her on her back, her hands on her stomach. He couldn’t tell what was going on at first but then he saw.
Her stomach was bloating outward, rapidly changing her silhouette that was being on the wall. She quickly passed the early stages and jumped into what would have been her second trimester. The swelling wasn’t just in her stomach. Her breasts began to sag to the side in their new size. She stood up quickly. The loose white shirt now was barely reached the middle of her thighs. The swelling continues. Erik noticed that her hips were beginning to flare out even more than they were before.
Her stomach began to shift down to settle into her hips farther as she reached what looked like the eight month. She pulled up her shirt and yanked down her panties. He tried to fight showing his shock.
“They were getting too tight.” She frowned at him as she rubbed her gravid stomach. But soon after as sudden as it had started it stopped. “Wha-what is going on?” She asked sitting on the bed. Her stomach forced her legs to spread wide. She continued to rub her gravid stomach. Erik looked her over, her breasts were dramatically larger.
She had been possibly a D cup but she was now in a solid E range. Her nipples were much darker and showed almost perfectly through the white shirt. It was like she wasn’t even wearing a top how easily they were seen. Her ass had gotten wider, but in a good way. Or so though Erik.
He glanced over his sketch as he ran his hand through his cropped hair. Then he made the connection. She looked exactly like his drawing. He sat down and erased her front, sketching with skill and curiosity.
“What are you doing?! This isn’t the time to-” She was cut off by another sprit of growth. Erik had redrawn her figure into a woman swollen to full term carrying twins. She quickly reached what his drawing showed. The shirt now was so short it couldn’t hid her lady parts. But that was least from either of their mind. She rubbed her stomach more, whimpering as she felt that it was truly there.
Erik erased and drew her breasts to an unimaginable size, what he had seen on the woman holding the largest breast record, a G cup. Her breasts quickly began to swell and when she noticed it wasn’t her stomach this time her hands went to them rubbing them as if they were in pain.
“Erik. I don’t know what’s going on.” She moaned softly, but it wasn’t out of pain. “But I think. I like it.” Erik smiled quickly re-sketched her figure. He wanted to see her shirt burst off. Her breasts stopped growing and her stomach started up again. Her shirt was being pulled to a transparent state, the seams were screaming in protest but she only grew larger. Erik was not standing in front of her, his pants pitched, and waiting eagerly.
Amelia squirmed and moaned under her gravid stomach and breasts. Her breasts seemed to be in constant motion as if someone had poked a water bed sharply and the it just rippled continuously. She tried to reach her self but her massive stomach was in the way so he whimpers grew desperate. She kneaded her breasts and wiggles her hips. The shirt finally gave up, falling off in tatters. And Amelia stopped growing. She leaned up on her elbows.
“You like this don’t you?” Erik only nodded, Amelia looked down at his tent and a hunger grew in her eyes. “Take them off.” She demanded. Erik did as he was ordered and moved to the end of the bed, by her feet. She spread her legs and looked around her massive belly. It was taut and shinny in the light. She salaciously smiled, “Come on now.” He obliged, more eagerly getting into position as best as he could. And began to think of all the fantasies he could fulfill with this new pencil.
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