Desperate Measures

Another long day of bar work was complete. A six-hour-long shift of serving rude and off-putting people for what was probably the equivalent of pocket change to whoever ran the place, done and over with. Alicia stumbled out of the backdoor, tired, exhausted, and ready to return to her apartment. 'Down on her luck' could hardly describe how unfortunate her life had been for the past month. First, her old office closed down seemingly out of nowhere, leaving her out of a job. Then, her first apartment complex burned down after two kids let off some fireworks as a prank. And if all of that wasn't bad enough, no other jobs in her field were hiring and the only apartment she could find was a dinghy, rundown mess on the other side of town from the bar job she managed to pick up. Suffice it to say, Alicia wasn't thrilled with life at the moment.

She got back to her car in one piece, a miracle in its own right considering some of the things she had heard about from coworkers, and rummaged through her purse for her keys. Before she could find them, however, Alicia noticed a small piece of paper stuck between her car's windshield and wipers. There was no way it could have just gotten caught there on its own, meaning someone put it there intentionally. She snatched it up, worried it was a parking ticket that she had wrongfully been given. Instead, what she found was more so an invitation.

"To any and all who find themself in a rough patch at the moment," the slip read, "I have an offer that may be worth your while. I am currently working on a proprietary bit of technology that might just change society as we know it forever! However, this tech requires further testing. Thus, if you are reading this now, I humbly ask you to come to the below address and assist me in my efforts to create the greatest invention in human history!"

That's a bold claim, Alicia scoffed. 

She continued to read the page, only to find a list of requirements which only further confused her. Must be female, shorter than 5 feet tall, less than 175 pounds, at least a 34DD?? There were even preferences for dark brown hair and brown eyes! This just looked like some creep's weird attempt to make getting a girlfriend more like finding a job. At least whoever made this flyer had the decency to specifically disallow minors, outright saying participants have to be eighteen to be accepted. Despite the strangeness that surrounded this calling card, the last portion of the paper caught Alicia's eye.

"Payment for your help will be dependent on how well you participate, but the minimum pay for your efforts is set at one thousand dollars. Greater amounts will be awarded the more willing you are to engage, up to five thousand."

One thousand dollars minimum!? Alicia screamed internally, and all I have to do is pretend to be this dude's girlfriend for a while!?

Alicia kept repeating scenarios in her head. She switched from being overjoyed over the prospect of such easy money, to being realistic about the danger of meeting with someone she didn't know for something as sketchy as this. Ultimately, she decided it was a bad idea to risk it, though she stored the flyer in her purse anyway. With that distraction out of the way, Alicia grabbed her keys, climbed into her car, and drove home.

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"You can't just do that!" Alicia cried, "I'm hardly making enough money to feed myself!"

"Sorry Alicia," Betty, her landlord, replied, "Money's tight at the moment and I have to make ends meet myself. I'm sure you understand."

With that, the older lady snidely walked away. What a liar she was. She owned most of the apartments on the street and was saving hundreds skimping out on repairs and upkeep. The greedy hag just wanted more. If it wouldn't get her evicted or arrested, Alicia would punch her in the face as hard as she could. But there she was, alone in her doorway, the reality there was no way she could possibly make rent slowly setting in. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she slammed the door and retreated to her couch. So many thoughts swirled through her head. Where could she possibly go now? Was she going to have to sleep in her car? Why did she have to put up with this?

As she sat there balled up, questioning everything she had ever known, a thought came to her. She stood up, rushed over to her purse, and pulled out the paper. She reread it over and over, debating herself on whether it was worth it now. Alicia scanned the page and found a date or time. 'Any time between 10 PM and 2 AM'. Odd timing, but she wasn't in a position to question it at the moment. She checked her phone. It wasn't even midnight. She took a second to breathe and calm herself down, before changing into some less stained clothes, grabbing her purse, and rushing down to her car, address in hand.

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"Is this the place?" Alicia questioned.

She stood outside of a modest-looking house on an average street. Not exactly the place where "the greatest invention in human history" would be. Nevertheless, Alicia approached the front door and gave it a few knocks. No response. She waited and waited, knocking a few more times for good measure, but no one answered. She let out a defeated sigh, believing she had just fallen victim to someone's cruel prank. She turned back to the car, ready to drive back to her apartment, when she heard a noise behind her. Suddenly, the front door of the house was wide open, revealing a pitch-black room. Slowly, Alicia approached the doorway and stuck her head inside.

"Hello?" she called out.

"Hello," a robotic voice replied, startling her. "Please make your way inside. I will do the rest."

The voice echoed through the darkness, filling the whole room. Alicia was suddenly less sure about her plan but still entered the room. After walking in a few feet, the door behind her slowly closed, leaving her in an abyss. It didn't take long, however, for a few faint lights to start glowing along the edges of the room, partially illuminating what Alicia could now see was an almost entirely metallic space. A sudden rumbling filled the room and she felt her surroundings descending, like the entire place was one giant elevator. The area dropped lower and lower into the earth before finally reaching a stop. The walls of the room began to ascend, leaving the floor with Alicia somewhere new.

Lights suddenly flashed on, blinding Alicia for a moment. As her eyes adjusted, she found herself in a large white room. It looked exactly like a testing room out of some sort of sci-fi movie. The only thing of note was a blacked-out window in the center of one of the walls. An intercom crackled to life and a male voice began to speak.

"Ah, a candidate arrives. Well then, let's see if you meet the requirements."

Geez, real polite, Alicia groaned to herself. However, she made no objections.

"Name?" the voice asked.

"Alicia," she replied.

"Hm, nice name. Age?"

"22."

"Good, good. What about height and weight?"

"It's rude to ask a woman her weight ya know."

"I meant no disrespect! I simply need to know for future reference."

"Fine. 4''11 and 147 pounds."

"There we go, that wasn't so bad. Alright, lastly..."

"32E," Alicia interrupted.

"My!" the voice responded, obviously taken aback, "Aren't you on top of your game? You even have the brown hair and eyes! I believe you will be the perfect subject!"

"Have there been any others?" Alicia questioned.

There was a silence before the voice sheepishly answered "...no."

"Didn't figure," Alicia mocked, "You know, if you want a girlfriend, you should probably start by actually talking with some girls first."

"What?" the voice rebutted, shocked, "This has nothing to do with getting a girlfriend! Did you even read the posting?"

"Wait, really? So, this actually about some experimental tech you're testing?"

"Of course it is! I'm socially inept, but I'm not desperate."

"Huh. Douche. What's your name, guy?"

"You can call me Eric if that makes things easy."

"Ok Eric, what exactly is it we're testing here?"

"Ah, yes, my breakthrough. That part comes in just a moment, but first I need you to do something for me."

"What's that?"

A portion of the floor behind Alicia suddenly split open and from a rising platform appeared a mannequin, dressed in a latex Playboy outfit, fishnets and all, with a crown affixed with bunny ears on top. Alicia stood there, dazed and awestruck by what just appeared in front of her.

"I thought you said you weren't looking for a girlfriend," Alicia growled.

"I'm not!" Eric replied, "This is all very vital for the testing. Please, if you will..."

"Can I at least get some cover!?"

Hardly a moment after demanding it, a changing curtain arose from the ground in the same fashion as the outfit. Alicia groaned, remembered why she was here, and begrudgingly began changing into the suit.

"This is so stupid," she muttered.

"I can't see you, but I can still hear you!" Eric boomed back.

"Ok, I'm done."

Stepping out from behind the curtain, Alicia emerged in the promiscuous outfit, bunny ears and all. The latex suit was ever so slightly small on her, causing it to hug her body and exaggerate her already decent proportions. She couldn't help but blush as she appeared. All in all, she pulled off the look quite well.

"Perfect!" Eric applauded, "Now we can begin with the real testing."

"Good," Alicia groaned, "Let's get this over with."

"That's no way to think about this! After all, I believe you might enjoy this next part."

Once again, part of the floor opened up, only this time a pedestal rose from the hole. Alicia approached the stand to find... a buttplug with a cotton tail on it? Just like before, Alicia stood there, frozen.

"W-what the hell is this???" Alicia stuttered.

"This is the invention I've been working on!" Eric replied, "I'm sure you've seen something like this before. It can be used in much of the same way. If you would...?"

Alicia desperately wanted to deck this guy in the face, but she knew she needed the money, and if she played along she might be left better off. Defeatedly, she grabbed the object from the pedestal and returned to the changing curtain once more.

"Wait," she called out, "This is going to be uncomfortable with this outfit!"

"That's why I left a hole around the posterior region to insert it through," Eric responded.

Indeed, the part of the latex suit that wrapped around her crotch and rear had an incision on it. Alicia sighed, swallowed the last of her pride, and inserted the plug into her butt. She hadn't even noticed it came pre-lubed until then. Now she was some weird bunny girl in a Playboy outfit with a buttplug in her rear and a rather large one at that.

"O-ok," Alicia stammered, "It's in."

"Excellent," Eric replied, "Now the experiment can finally begin!"

Finally, Alicia celebrated, I can get outta here soon.

A few moments passed. Alicia could hear Eric fumbling with switches and papers, but he didn't acknowledge her at all. She wished she could sit down, but even trying to bend over in her getup was a bigger task than she was willing to take on. After what felt like an eternity, Eric finally came back.

"Perfect!" he exclaimed, "Everything seems to be working exactly as intended."

"Cool," Alicia responded, "Does that mean we're done here?"

"No, no, not quite yet. It might be some time before we see any of the... effects..."

"Effects? What do you mean??"

"Oh, don't worry, it's nothing that can bring you harm. Just relax and wait."

How exactly Eric expected Alicia to relax when she couldn't even sit down is a mystery. At any rate, Alicia was now stuck there, waiting for something to happen. One minute turned to two, and still nothing. The only thing Alicia noticed was a bloated feeling in her gut. In fact, as time went on, that feeling continued to get stronger.

"Ugh," Alicia groaned, "Was it a bad idea to have eaten before coming here?"

"No, that shouldn't have any bearing on this," Eric replied, "Well, other than your mass being slightly higher at the end of this, but that shouldn't matter too much."

"Wait, what do you mean by "my mass being higher at the end of this"?"

"Take a look for yourself."

Alicia didn't understand what he meant by that. All she knew was that the feeling of pressure was still growing. She felt her stomach rumbled and threw her hands down to her belly in response, only to find her colliding with it sooner than expected. Alicia finally looked down at herself and saw her belly, inflated to the point that she looked seven months pregnant. She instinctively yelped at the sight.

"Are you alright?" Eric asked.

"M-my belly..." Alicia sputtered, "I-it's growing!"

"Ah, you noticed. Don't worry, that just means my device is working."

"Your device...? W-what even is this technology you're testing?"

"I suppose I should tell you. Put simply, I have been working on teleportation technologies. Recently, I made a breakthrough in my testing and was able to successfully utilize instantaneous travel! However, I could only do it on a very small scale, to the point where I could only transport matter like sand or liquids. This test is simply observing how reliably the tech can teleport liquids, water in this case. That plug contains one end of this technology."

"W-why did you need me to test this?"

"Hm, I didn't at the end of the day. However, I had an idea as to one way this ability might used, one which fulfills a certain... preference of mine, and decided to see if my theories could work. I am glad to see they do."

In the time the conversation had been playing out, Alicia's belly had swelled from looking like she was seven months pregnant, to eight months, to nine months, to overdue, to overdue with twins. Her midsection squeezed against the tight latex outfit, making it look like a giant water balloon. Her stomach was quickly becoming too heavy for her and she dropped to her knees, gripping her ballooned belly all the while.

"S-so the outfit was j-just so you could get off to this...?" Alicia questioned.

No response.

Alicia started to become acutely aware of the sensations coursing through her. She suddenly felt the water rushing in from her rear, how it filled up her body, and how it felt so... good? Alicia held back the feeling for as long as she could but as her belly continued to grow to the size of a beach ball, she couldn't resist any longer. Her moans began to fill the room as the pleasure of her growth grew with her. Bigger and bigger, her belly swelled, growing to the size of a large bean bag. Soon Alicia realized the growth had begun to spread. Her breasts and butt were beginning to fill as well. They quickly grew larger and larger, seemingly intent on catching up with her belly. The feeling of her belly, boobs, and butt all swelling in unison completely overpowered her. Soon, her moans turned to wails of pure ecstasy as the water continued to surge throughout her body, growing her with no end in sight. The water kept coming, her body kept swelling, and Alicia finally couldn't take it anymore. Just as the last bit of water entered her body, she reached her climax, the latex suit snapping off of her as she did. She sat there, panting, trying to recover from the feelings that were pulsing through her. She opened her eyes and examined herself. She was absolutely massive. If someone didn't know any better, they would probably mistake her for a parade balloon at her size. There she remained, silently enjoying her newfound mass.

"S-so," she moaned, "Is that all you got?"

"...well," Eric sheepishly responded, "I initially intended to cut off the water supply much earlier than that, but-"

"NO!" Alicia interjected, "You shouldn't have even thought about it. In fact, is there any more?"

"...at the moment, you drained the entirety of the water tank I had prepared for this. But, should you want to engage in future testing..."

"I'll be there," Alicia laughed.

Alicia gave her body another look. She gave herself a shake and felt the water inside of her slosh around in response. She softly moaned and cooed as she slowly jiggled her body back and forth, enjoying the feeling of it all. Finally, she asked Eric one last question.

"So, what's my pay looking like?"

"............I'll get that arranged."