On second thought, you aren't done with her yet

Something about the way she tried to just dismiss you pisses you off. You stop in your tracks, turn back towards Taylor, and give her a saccharine smile.

Taylor, still adjusting her jogging pants and grumbling, looks at you in annoyance. "What? What else do you want, asshole?" she says.

If she had been less rude, you probably would have just walked out the door. Instead, you ask her another question, "Would you rather rapidly grow to being eight months pregnant, or nine months pregnant?"

At this, Taylor's plump lips curl into a frown, and she responds, "I'm not ready to be a mother just yet, so eight months, I suppo- whoah!" As soon as she makes her choice, her smooth athletic belly begins rapidly rounding out. Her burgeoning womb pushes her jogging pants down and her blouse up, giving you an excellent view as months of pregnancy occur in minutes. With a shocked look on her face, Taylor clutches at her swelling womb, occasionally grunting in a way that you find very sexy. As her midriff grows and grows, she takes a step backwards, resting her plump ass against the sofa that you fucked her on. You just grin and watch as, over the next several minutes, the seed you planted in her womb rapidly develops.

As her growth slows, Taylor turns her attention back to you, an unhappy glare in her eye. You, meanwhile, are admiring the sight of her swollen, nearly full term belly on her curvaceous figure. "Damnit, really?" she remarks, but you aren't done yet. After all, she could be a bit bigger very easily.

While you admire her amazing body, you ask, "Would you rather be pregnant with triplets, or quadruplets?"

Still glaring at you, she snaps out, "Triplets!" A moment later, she groans, clutching her already large womb as it swells further yet. Despite your recent orgasm, you can already feel your dick stirring again. You always did have a bit of a thing for pregnant girls, so this is just great!

Deciding not to focus on only one thing, you call out the next question before the last changes even finish, "Would you rather have K-cup tits, or L-cup tits?"

With a sneer on her face, she responds, "Dammit, my breasts are fine like they are! K-cups, then." As the words leave her mouth, her breasts begin swelling up. She grunts in discomfort as her rapidly growing melons push at her already stressed athletic blouse, the stretchy cloth beginning to tear as it is pushed beyond its limits.

At this point, you're on a roll, firing off the next question as soon as you hear her answer. "Would you rather be lactating heavily, or lactating more than any human ever has?"

Taylor grunts out her next response as she struggles to pull her too-tight athletic blouse off over her much enlarged tits, "Heavily! Urgh- Oh, dammit! You son of a bitch!" As you watch, her breasts swell up a bit more, and Taylor's over stressed top finally gives up. Above her hugely gravid womb, her top tears apart as her magnificent milky melons burst free, revealing their jiggling glory to you. You pay special attention to her dark nipples as milk trickles from them, slowly dripping down her wide areola onto the vast expanse of her womb.

As you gleefully watch, Taylor struggles to remove the remains of her blouse, glaring at you all the while. This is fun, you think to yourself, so why not keep going? Looking over Taylor's beautiful, increasingly transformed body, your gaze wanders down to her hips. Yes, she has very nice, wide hips, but they aren't quite childbearing hips, are they? Seeing where you're looking and guessing your intent, she sneers at you, but starts taking her tight jogging shorts off anyway.

With a grin, you tut at her, "Still so very rude." Your grin gets wider as you ask her, "Would you rather have hips so wide and an ass so huge they almost get stuck in doors, or so massive they often get stuck in doors?"

She struggles for a moment, glaring at you in disgust, before blurting out, "Just- just almost! You bastard!" As Taylor stands there naked, you have a wonderful view as her hips widen, and widen, and widen, giving her the glorious proportions of a fertility goddess, with a huge ass to match!

You walk around her, admiring her body from all sides like a piece of art. In a way, that's exactly what she is, and you are very proud of your first "work." Looking at her in profile, you feel awe at the glorious curvature of her improved body. Huge, full breasts with veins faintly visible under her pale skin, with wide areola and dark, thick nipples slowly dripping with milk. The gravid, magnificent curvature of her nearly full-term pregnancy, supported by her massively wide childbearing hips. Around behind, her absolutely massive ass, shapely and round despite its bulk.

Taylor glares at you as you examine her, but seems unwilling to do or say anything that might provoke you. At least, until you reach over and begin fondling her body, squeezing a breast with one hand and running your other over the smooth curve of her hip. "Don't you think you've done enough?! You've made a mess of everything, you asshole!" she snaps at you, eyes blazing.

You have to admit, you find Taylor's vitriol to be exciting, but a plan is starting to form in your brain that you'll need her cooperation for. She said she lived with her boyfriend and a roommate, right?

Instead of retreating from her anger, you pose another question: "Would you rather cooperate with any plans I tell you and any changes I cause to you, or would you prefer to be a dumb bimbo that can't count higher than ten?"

Taylor seems tempted to give the "wrong" answer for a moment just to spite you, but eventually just mutters, "... Fine. I'll cooperate."

Restraining the urge to cackle like a loon, you say, "Alright, so here's your part in my plan..."