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“I just need a couple of minutes!!!  Hold your horses!”  Belle cried out from the kitchen of Bret’s apartment as she opened the cupboards and shoved assorted items into her backpack.  “Okay, okay…  Granola bars, maybe?”  She muttered, shrugging and stealing a few before trotting over to the refrigerator.

Bret poked his head in from the hallway, raising an eyebrow as he watched his girlfriend scramble to pack.  “Would it have killed you to prepare for the hike in advance?  We talked about how important it is to leave on time.  We already pushed back our leave time to seven-thirty as it is.”  It was important to start moving before noon came around, and the sun bombarded them with unrelenting heat.

You’re the only one who gets upset when we don’t leave right on time,  Belle internally grumbled, shoving some Gatorade into her bag before closing the fridge.  “Yeah, yeah, I’ll work on that.  I had a stressful health scare this week with my birth control, so cut me some slack.”  With that, she walked past her boyfriend and into the hallway.

Bret paused for a moment.  On the one hand, he felt worried after hearing about his girlfriend’s supposed health crisis; on the other, this was the first he heard of it; not that Belle was obligated to tell him literally everything.  He did, however, feel that Belle often came up with similar excuses whenever she felt as though someone was lecturing her.

“Just tell me when you’re having a crisis next time, okay?  Like, you don’t need to give me all the details you’re not comfortable with, but I would have been more than happy to help you pack if I knew that,” responded Bret as he opened the front door and headed to his car.

Belle rolled her eyes while facing away from Bret.  “I just wasn’t thinking about it.  Believe it or not.  That happens when you’re stressed.”

Bret opened the passenger door for Belle silently before getting in on the opposite side and starting his car.  These little arguments seemed more frequent lately; Belle would often get defensive and passive-aggressive in response to anything perceived as criticism or a slight against her.  He was willing to look past it today and focus on the day ahead, but he made a mental note of this interaction.

“So, when do you want to eat lunch today?  I guess we’ll just start and play it by ear?”  Bret asked as he drove off down the road.  Changing the subject and infusing positive vibes into the air might help.

“Yeah, any time, I guess.  Let’s just see when we feel hungry,” shrugged Belle as she pulled out her phone and started to construct a Tweet about hiking day.  A sudden realization hit her, forcing her to set her phone down and turn toward her boyfriend.  “Oh shit.  Can we stop for a McDonald’s breakfast or something?  I haven’t eaten breakfast.  I had so much anxiety about my health last night that I slept really poorly and could barely wake up.  I’m fine to hike, though!  So don’t worry.”

Are you kidding me?  Bret rubbed his temple while keeping his other hand on the wheel.  “No.  If you eat junk food right before the hike, you’re going to feel awful.  And no, I’m not implying I know your body better than you.  You had a bad day the last three times you ate similar foods right before strenuous activity.  Am I wrong?”



“I wasn’t going to say you’re acting like you know my body better or whatever!  Don’t just put words in my mouth,” huffed Belle as she deflected from the actual point Bret was making.  She hated to admit that Bret was right, though.  “B-- But, fine….  You’re right; I know McDonald’s will unleash hell on my insides.”  She finally conceded the point to her boyfriend.

Bret’s stress levels had risen during the car ride, along with his blood pressure.  Belle’s concession gave him a sense of relief, his knuckle-whitening grip on the wheel loosening.   “Just--,” he took a deep breath.  “Why don’t you get one of those Epic bars out of my bag?  You like those sriracha chicken ones, right?  I also have fruit snacks, apple sauce, CLIFF bars, and more.”

“Thanks!  I’m sorry for being so irritable.”  Belle felt mildly embarrassed as she reached into the backseat and rummaged for snacks.  In retrospect, she realized her behavior was childish and petty; thankfully, Bret was mature enough to let it go and not dwell on the stressful moments.  “These birth control issues have been so stressful; I’m just a little tense, but I’ll try to relax.”

“Don’t even worry about it.  Let’s focus on the day ahead, okay, babe?”  Bret smiled, casting a quick glance over to Belle before turning his focus back to the road.

“Yeah.”  Belle took a deep breath and reclined her seat back.  After taking a bite of her granola bar, she closed her eyes and tried to destress.  Today is supposed to be fun.  Just push out all those annoying thoughts, she reasoned.  “I’m going to close my eyes for a few minutes-- actually, can we pull over real quick?  We’re still a ways off, and I want to lay in the back.”

“Sounds good.  Take as much time as you need,” responded Bret as he pulled over to the side of the road so his girlfriend could move. It wasn’t uncommon for Belle to close her eyes and ‘turn off’ for a little while.  Bret popped in his wireless earbuds and got back on the road when everything was all set.

The car grew quiet as the couple traveled in silence.  Belle pushed away any worrisome or concerning thoughts, focusing on the exciting day ahead.  She would take some beautiful photos at some of the vistas; her followers would surely adore them. Her lips curled up into a grin as memories of the last hike flooded her mind.  Despite her obsession with technology and social media, the rustic beauty of nature called out, beckoning for Belle.  We’ll be cutting through that grassy field again, won’t we? She shifted onto her side, adjusting the seatbelt as it dug into her shoulder.  Her mind wandered, combing through the other locations and gorgeous scenery on the hiking trail.

Her mind wandered back to that grassy field, thinking about how flat, warm, and inviting it was.  Belle began to salivate, squirming uncomfortably from the back of the car as her body beaded with sweat. That aroma had been so fantastic; why didn’t she care at the time?  I didn’t even appreciate it back then; what’s wrong with me?  Even just remembering the smell was enough to make her giddy.  Belle assumed she was simply more into hiking now, and that’s why those natural scents excited her.

“Ergh…”  Belle winced as her nipples throbbed painfully.  Looking down, she noticed how tight her white, athletic top looked.  The outline of each hardened pink nub pressed through her bra and imprinted upon the fabric.  Fucking birth control, lamented Belle as she slid her hands under her top to adjust her bra.  She dislodged the material but quickly noted how poorly each up fit now, in a way that no amount of re-adjusting would genuinely fix.  It’s just…  It’s just the birth control.  She did her best to use that as a cope.  Every time something strange happened, it grew more difficult to wave it away as some natural phenomenon.  Amid these panicked musings, that tantalizing grassy field clawed its way back up from her subconscious.  At the same time, less clear memories appeared from the aether.  Belle recalled a field, a farmer, and perhaps something about a white cow?  In this memory, she leaned forward and took a bite of the greenery.  She vividly recalled the bitter, delectable flavor of grass washing over her tongue.  It was the best thing she ever ate in her life; indeed, nothing could compare.

Drool trickled out from the corner of Belle’s mouth, dripping down her neck and soaking her collar.  A part of her understood how wrong this was but fighting these impulses was futile.  “Ahhh…”  She gasped slightly as a pulse shot through her tits and ass.  A warm tingle immediately followed, slowly spreading throughout Belle’s sweat-dampened body.  Maybe I can get Bret to play with my tits later, she thought with glee.

Her shorts strained and became uncomfortably lodged in various places as she fidgeted.  Belle looked toward Bret, feeling deeply embarrassed.  Thankfully, he seemed utterly engrossed in his music, mouthing words while bobbing his head while watching the road.  Belle slipped a hand down, pulling at her moistened shorts while her tits continued to pulse uncomfortably.  Rather than forming productive thoughts, her mind went back to the delicious grassy flavor and the sensation of having her tits grabbed and pumped.  Maybe it was all just a dream, but it felt like such an actual, tangible event in her life.

While adjusting, she unintentionally lodged the fabric into her swollen vulva.  “Ahhh!”  She squealed as her labia strained against the musty, cotton prison.  Simultaneously, pulse of arousal surged through her pelvis and dispersed through her writhing body as another vision of the past presented itself.  Someone had bent her over, fucking her with a massive cock, bringing her boundless ecstasy while the grass around her wafted in the summer breeze.  Wait, was I bent over?  Or standing?  She was being fucked from behind back then; how could she be standing?  These bizarre thoughts and feelings of confusion consumed her, mixing with the unending arousal.

She felt herself spiraling out of control; she lost her grip on reason and couldn’t seem to snap out of this stupor.  Maybe Bret would fuck me in that field…  She paused in horror, realizing how helpless she was; even just not thinking about some god damn stretch of grass and dirt proved to be excessively difficult.  “No!”  She screamed in frustration, sitting up.

Bret popped an earbud out and glanced at the rearview mirror.  Did she seem kind of sweaty?  Well, birth control issues kept coming up, so he wouldn’t ask questions.  “Hey, babe!  Did you say something?  What’s up?  We’re here, by the way.”

Belle looked out the window and saw that they had arrived at the parking area.  They would be able to get right onto the first part of the trail and enjoy five miles of shaded woods.  “Everything is fine; I didn’t say anything.”  She didn’t have the energy to make up some bullshit excuse right now. Hopefully, they could just drop the topic.

After parking, Belle opened the door and stepped out.  She immediately grimaced, feeling bloated and slightly off-balance.  Am I putting on weight? Her clothes blatantly didn’t fit right.  She took a couple of steps forward and noted an unfamiliar jiggle from her rear.  Her mind immediately returned to birth control; surely it started to make her fat as well, right?

“Alright, we got our bags all set.  Let’s go!”  Bret handed a backpack to Belle, helping her get it on.  He couldn’t help but notice the changes as well.  His girlfriend’s clothes seemed ill-fitted while her ass and breasts appeared more girthy.  Maybe her week really has been rough.  “If you need to slow down at any point-- or if you need anything at all, let me know, okay?”  He said gently.

“I appreciate it.  Let’s go,” responded Belle as the two walked onto the trail.  While hiking, they would transition between conversation and silence phases where they quietly appreciated nature’s beauty.

Bret noted Belle’s somewhat rough morning and started the hike with a quiet phase.  There would be plenty of time to talk.

“Ahhh…”  Belle sighed contently as a cool breeze caressed her face.  She grabbed the hem of her shirt, fanning it to get airflow over her perspiration-soaked form.  The stress from earlier finally burned away as the melody of mother earth calmed her soul.  Birds chirping, the rustling of leaves, the gentle trickle of a nearby river; all of these sounds resonated with Belle’s soul and improved her mood.  While social media and becoming famous were two of the most important things in her life, getting away from it for a day once in a while wouldn’t kill her.

Every day I’m off of that birth control will get better.  This is what I needed.  Belle reasoned. While lost in thought, she tripped over a stealthy tree root and stumbled.  “Ahh--ooo!!”  She yelped with a prolonged ‘ooo’ sound,  gripping a nearby tree to catch herself.  Her breasts pressed against the rough bark, eliciting a moan-like cry.  Her nipples immediately spasmed as she felt the strange sensation of something excreting from each pink nub.

“Hey!!  Are you okay?”  Bret called out in concern as he moved briskly to his girlfriend’s side.

“Y-- Yeah!  I’m fine!”  Belle responded quickly, pushing away from the tree.  Fuck, they’re so sensitive.  Despite the pain, familiar memories briefly flashed through her brain.  Someone was pumping her breasts, spanking her ass, and fucking her.  What the hell is that? She was positive she had never fucked in a field before, so why did it feel real?

“Just don’t push yourself, okay?  I’m happy to move at whatever pace you need.  I don’t mind slowing down.”

Belle understood Bret was just trying to be considerate but still felt annoyed.  She didn’t like the implication that she was holding him back and that he would need to slow down for her.  “I’m fine!  I can keep up with whatever pace you set.  If anything, you’d better make sure you can keep up with me later in the day.  I’m an expert at stamina management.”

That wasn’t what I was implying…  Bret felt a pang of annoyance at that defensive response but ultimately decided to ignore it.  “I’m glad to hear you’re okay.”  With that, the two continued on their way.

Belle remained lost in thought as the two continued their trek.  She forced her mind away from anything stressful and attempted to formulate more plans for her online presence.  “I should stream the Black Spirits game this week,” she mumbled.  One of Belle’s self-imposed streaming rules had always been that she would never rely on cheap streamer-girl tactics to generate fans.  What was the point of showing her cleavage for views?  No, the right choice was to gain a following by being genuinely entertaining and good at video games.  She would climb above those gamer girl thots and ascend to the next level.

Finding new ways to be entertaining is hard, though.  Getting good at some of these games is really hard as well.  These ruminations plagued Belle; she had always been confident in her ability to think herself out of any situation, but this last week left her somewhat shell-shocked.  Would it really be that bad to use a little sex appeal?  She looked down at her breasts, once again noting their increased girth.  Rather than feeling confused and frustrated at them like earlier, a sense of pride swelled within her.  Maybe it wouldn’t be so awful if they stayed bigger like this; I can always buy new bras.  It wasn’t like she had to pay for it herself; her father would send money for new clothes.  Belle wasn’t usually one to take the easy and demeaning way out, but she found it more challenging to formulate intelligent plans for her entrepreneurial endeavors lately.  With her brain fog as of late, using her tits and ass as a crutch would be acceptable for a little while, right?

“Hey, we’re at the next stretch!”  Bret called out to Belle, noticing her lost in thought.

Belle snapped back to reality, staring forward as a potent mix of horror and excitement ravaged her all at once.  Right before her eyes was the grassy field; verdant grass and flowers swayed in the wind as the morning sun painted the land in soft pastels.  As if on cue, her nethers and breasts throbbed in desperation while a deep, unrelenting hunger took over.  God, it smells so fucking good.  Why does it smell so good here?

“H-- Hey!  You mentioned uhh…  When I wanted to eat lunch or whatever.  I know it’s early, but maybe we could set up and have a picnic in this field. It’s just, umm-- so beautiful, you know?”  Belle stated with a nervous laugh.  She absolutely had to stay here for a little while; the thought of leaving made her needlessly upset.  Her eyes shifted to Bret, noting how wonderfully his shirt and shorts hugged his masculine form.  Maybe he would fuck me out here.  Belle hoped, unable to fully resist her body’s hormonal desires.

“You do make a good point; it’s pretty gorgeous here,” responded Bret in agreement.  “The grass is shorter over here; let’s sit,” he added after walking over to an optimal picnic spot.

Belle nodded and walked forward, resisting a growing urge to pin Bret down, pull his short off, and fuck him right here all day.

She didn’t notice the peculiar pressure building in two different points of her forehead and on her tailbone. How would she justify her condition once the changes transcended humanity?

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