So I decided to try my hand at writing a story. Here's the start of what I have so far. Based on feedback, it will evolve. I'm just wondering if this is worth pursuing.

Full disclosure: I’ve never written anything quite like this before, hope you enjoy, feedback is welcome.
**
Jim eyed the brown-eyed beauty behind the bar. Sure she was short, but he didn’t mind too much.
“What’ll it be, sir?” she sweetly chirped.
“I’ll just take an order of onion rings for now,” the 20-year-old replied.
“Alright, I’ll get it in to the kitchen right away,” she said as she turned to head that way.
It was then that Jim noticed something a little different about the bartender. She seemed to bounce a bit with each step, but not just vertically. This girl had dimension to her step, and one that suggested shifting weight.
As she moved from behind the bar, Jim figured it out. His bartender was beautiful – brown hair, decent bust, and the kicker – she looked like she was about to have triplets on the spot. She noticed his reaction, and with eyes rolling she turned her head toward him, as if well rehearsed.
“Yep, I’m knocked up. And no, I’m not going to give birth before I get you your onion rings, don’t you worry,” she said with a giggle that made everything jostle. “The name’s Chloe, and if you’re that interested I can explain when I get back.”
“Uh, sure? I guess” Jim said.
“Great. I’ll be right back” said Chloe, not missing a beat.
She returned shortly after, and went right to Jim.
“Okay, so like I said, don’t worry, I’m not going to leave you to give birth. I’ve got a while anyways. Couldn’t tell, did you want to hear?”
“Yeah, sure, of course” Jim stammered. “Wait, define ‘a while,’ if you don’t mind me asking.”
She laughed, again moving everything. “Of course, I know you’re new around here, but I don’t mind telling the story anyway.”
**
To put it kindly, the freshman 15 hit Chloe like a truck. Not that she was complaining anyway, she graduated high school weighing about 107 pounds soaking wet, and she carried most of her weight in her hips and tiny bust. Her first semester’s worth of dining hall food went straight to her boobs, making the once A-cup a comfortable 36C.
She got a job at the local bar, waiting tables and doing what little she could to make ends meet. Extra money in her pocket meant extra food in stomach. She wasn’t fat by any means, but felt happier than she had previously. Her dream was the pregnant look, but she lacked the means to get so.
Chloe was a biology major with a literature minor. The biology major was her ticket to med school – she told her parents she wanted to become a doctor (specifically an OB/GYN) but in reality wanted to just be a perpetual student with no true endgame in sight. She was talked into a literature minor by some of her friends who were creative writing majors.
Her friends didn’t seem to get it, and neither did anyone else for that matter. Headlines proclaimed a mass wave of childlessness, and her friends wanted nothing to do with children or pregnancy. Frankly, Chloe herself didn’t care much about the children; it was the pregnancy that fascinated her. While her friends were planning out dream weddings, Chloe was daydreaming of finding a wedding dress that fit her large, maternal figure. She never said much out loud, though.
School progressed as it does, and Chloe’s life seemed to as well. In the fall of her sophomore year, she received a note under her door.
You seem really cool. Want to hang out sometime? – Greg
Greg lived on the floor above. Chloe knew him from some of her biology classes. She had not had much in the way of romance before, so she decided to let the wind take her and met up that Friday with Greg.
Over coffee they discussed the usual nervous small talk – weather, the impending thanksgiving break, tuition prices - and all went well. This event became a weekly rendez-vous, and before anyone knew it, Greg and Chloe were dating.
Out of the blue one night, Greg asked Chloe, “So wait, you’re a biology major, but what do you want to do with it?”
“Well, I want to go to medical school”
“And then what?”
“Hopefully get hired, but honestly I want to become an OB/GYN”
“Alright, why’s that?”
“Oh, you know, help the women and all that jazz,” Chloe said, trying to play off the real answer in her head.
“Oh come on, I can see there’s something more to it,” Greg said as he pulled her closer to him.
“Well, honestly I just want to be around pregnant women. That’s not weird is it?”
“Maybe to some people, but not to me. Why’s that?”
Chloe shut up at this point. Not thinking, she second-naturedly put her right hand on her stomach.
Greg broke the silence, “Okay, so I get it. This is a long shot – and frankly was a long shot – but would it be because you want to be pregnant yourself.”
“Oh no, I don’t want any kids-“
Greg cut her off. “No, I’m saying do you want to be pregnant yourself?”
“I don’t get where you’re going with this. Yes, I do, but a kid results from that, and I just can’t do that right now.”
“Well, here’s the long shot – I’ve been working with some buddies of mine on the idea of ‘suspended pregnancies’”
“But nothing has ever been tried with that, and wait – what are you getting at?”
“I’m getting at this: we’ve come up with something that our lab tests show will suspend a pregnancy for a point. It has some side effects, but we feel comfortable testing it on some people”
“Define, ‘for a point’ and ‘side effects’”
“We’re not sure yet, but what we understand is that if it translates over to humans as it has in other tests, the subject would grow faster than average until they’re about 8 months pregnant. Faster than average would translate to 4 months to get 8, and then stay there for up to three years. Again, these are figures that have been extrapolated, not truly tested. Side effects? Multiples have happened. “
“So what you’re saying is get bigger faster, and stay bigger? Alright….”
“Full disclosure, I’ve been eyeing you for a while, and figured you’re the best candidate for this. And we’ll pay you – next three year’s tuition.”
“Let me get this straight – I get knocked up, stay knocked up, and I get paid to do it? I’m in.”
“Good” Greg said as he handed Chloe the pill bottle. “If our numbers are right, you should take three of these for it to work. Again, not sure on much here in the way of dosage but it should work. Three pills, we fuck, you’re knocked up and we go from there.”
Chloe went to the bathroom to get a glass of water and eyed herself in the mirror. She rubbed her nearly flat stomach and said, “Well, hope you’re up for a workout. See you in a long time” she said as she downed five – for good measure, she thought to herself.
**
“Wait,” Jim said.
“What?” asked Chloe, who at this point was cleaning glasses at the bar.
“He said three, you took five, did you tell him? Wasn’t there a risk to that?”
“I’m getting there. No, I didn’t tell him – not that the schmuck would’ve cared anyway. And yes, there was a risk to that, at least I’m pretty sure. But anyway, back to my story.”
**
From the tests, Greg gathered that it took about an hour to enter her bloodstream (again, the three and not the five) and from there they would have sex, she’d get knocked up after a try or two, and then the experiment would begin. But there were a few flaws.
First, Chloe took more than Greg said she should. Second, the pills had a side effect – the first of many – that made Chloe nearly instantly horny. Third, the pills made her hyper-fertile. Not knowing any of this, and failing to do more proper research, Greg suggested they try several times, to make sure it took.
Greg was after one thing and one thing only: someone to have rapid, successive sex with. In Chloe, the benefit was a beautiful host for his experiment, and one whose wish to be pregnant eclipsed her tendency to ask questions until after the fact. Chloe didn’t know this at the time, however.
They fucked five times that month – and sure enough, a few weeks later a drugstore pregnancy test showed up positive. But Chloe didn’t need that confirmation. In fact, on the morning after the fifth fucking session, she felt funny. This was completely normal, she figured, she had never had that much sex in that little of time. But several days passed and the feeling – a warmth of sorts in the pit of her stomach – didn’t subside.
By the time that the time came to take a pregnancy test, Chloe had felt this warmth, and along with it a slight expansion of her stomach. To others, Chloe looked no different, but to Chloe she knew that her goal had been reached.
**
Three weeks after the positive pregnancy test, it came time for Thanksgiving break. By this point, Chloe looked perpetually like she had just had a rather big meal. This was perfect disguise for the reality as she approached having to return home for a holiday.
**
Thanksgiving was held, as always, at Aunt Kristi’s house. The family always made a great meal, and one would be a fool to come out any less than full. Mindful of her current state, and the slight possibility of taking it too far, Chloe geared up to be full, but not too full.
She downed her first plate – piled up with turkey, mashed potatoes, some of Aunt Kristi’s famous green beans, and corn. Upon starting her second plate, again full, Chloe noticed the warmth in her stomach return.
“Thank God for elastic waistbands” Chloe thought.
By the end of the day, Chloe had eaten three plates full of food. To the knowing onlooker, she looked easily four months pregnant, but to her family she just had had a full meal.
A week passed, and that full meal hadn’t left her stomach. In fact, it had increased. A happy problem, but a problem nonetheless. She had to talk to Greg.
**

very nice! keep it going!

You have excelent style of writing. You should definitely continue.

Definitely looks like a great story idea so far, keep it up!

I'm definitely interested in reading more.

Thanks guys! I'll work on it some more and hopefully have another installment soon (at max a few weeks, it all depends on my workload). I'm glad you like my writing style and the story itself. Feel free to suggest plot direction, devices, things to incorporate, etc. either here, my email (preggur at gmail) or via PM. I've hinted in some directions so far but keeping it open. Thanks!

Hey friends! The next installment. Feedback welcome, yada yada. Will write more.

PART TWO!

When she returned to school, Chloe texted Greg to come to her dorm. Shortly after, he appeared at her door and knocked. She cracked it, ensured it was him and pulled him in.
“What’s gotten into you, Chloe?”
“Um, this…” she said, gesturing toward her shirt.
It was the same shirt she had worn before break, but it may as well had been something she wore in high school. The once loose t-shirt now clung tightly to her stomach and boobs. She clearly looked 5 months pregnant.
Greg’s eyes widened.
“So I see you enjoyed Thanksgiving…”
“I ate three plates of food. Then ran three miles to try and get it off. This ain’t no food baby, whatever the hell those pills were, they worked.”
“You don’t say. But this doesn’t line up with any of the tests earlier. You’re two months pregnant, max but you look, well…”
“You don’t have to dance around it, Greg. I look about five months along. I could brush the little tummy off at Thanksgiving as a food baby, but frankly I’m afraid of several things here…”
“This makes no sense. Unless…”
“Unless!?!”
Greg sat down on Chloe’s bed, and motioned for her to join. She did, albeit putting her arms behind her to brace, which accentuated her belly even more, not that either of them noticed.
Greg carefully said, “Well, alright. There was a possibility in this dose for some side effects. There was one you knew about, and by the looks of you you have it: multiples. There was one you didn’t know about though, and I realized it after you got the positive test. You were hyper-fertile, but an effect of the pill is that every time we fuck after it takes, well, um…”
“You don’t mean to say that you put a baby in me every time? Wait, that can’t be so bad. What is it, maybe three kids?”
“Try more than five. It took the first time, is my guess, and there’s a possibility of multiples each time, so you might have a full passenger van’s worth of kids in you…”
Chloe just stared at him. The shmuck knew exactly what he was doing, but by the lack of concern for her in his voice, she put two and two together.
Chloe asked, “Okay, so now what?”
“I don’t know. I had never figured it would take so….”
“You mean you didn’t have a plan at all? What did you think would happen?”
“Frankly, sex. And I got that. So there.”
“DAMMIT GREG! I’m all for being huge but I don’t know what the population is inside me, I’m only two months along and already am getting big, and you know there’s no way I could go to a doctor about it because if they found out I’d never pass my med board.”
“There’s also another thing…”
“WHAT OTHER THING?!?!?” growled the gravid girl.
“There’s a possibility I could be transferring next semester,” Chloe’s eyes filled with fire. “I may have to head home, depending on what happens back home.”
“So what you’re saying is that you got me knocked up on some crazy pills, and if I get this right you have no idea what’s going to happen except at one point it’s just going to suspend. And you’re possibly transferring.”
“Well, yeah…”
“So now what? Like, what’s going to happen, like what?”
“Meh, I don’t know.”
“YOU DON’T KNOW? When do you ever know? Get out of here, Greg.”
“Okay? Will do.”
With Greg gone, Chloe sat further back in bed. Her roommate was going to come back the next day, and so Chloe was left alone. She stared dumbly at the wall when her thoughts were interrupted by a warm feeling in her stomach.
She looked at her stomach and frowned. “Well, daddy’s out of the picture before I know how many there are of you.”
As if in response, she felt her stomach expand ever so slightly in her hands. She grinned.
“Well, let’s see just how big you can get.”
**
“So you left him?” Jim asked the girl.
“Yeah, he used me as a means to an end, and I had to deal with it. I knew it could get difficult, but frankly he was going to be of no help. He had done his damage, and that was that.”
Chloe looked at the clock. “Would you look at that, my shift is over. If you really want to know more, we can meet back up sometime later, or, wait, I never asked. What’s your name, job, etc.”
“We could head back to my place if you’d like? The name’s Jim. Screenwriting major.”
“I’ve got nothing better to do. Saturday night, big as a house, why not?”
**
Jim lived in a three room third floor apartment. He opened the door for his gravid guest, and after some fumbling they found themselves at the bottom of the steps. Jim stopped.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but I do live on the third floor. Room 301”
“Nah, you’re fine. I could use some exercise,” said Chloe, determined to huff her way up the stairs.
It wasn’t an easy feat, but she made it look easy. She looked full term with triplets, so each step came with a waddle but she kept herself well within the narrow hallway. Jim was treated to a full show of her back. With each step, she bounced – all of her bounced. Her belly was rounded at the sides, but without that she looked perfectly normal – aside from her exaggeratedly arched back.
“You liking the show?” she giggled after a few steps. “It comes with a cost. If I lose my balance you have to catch all of us”
They made it to Jim’s apartment. Chloe was thoroughly out of breath. Jim let her into his apartment.
“You got a couch or something?” Chloe asked breathlessly. “I’ve been on my feet for eight hours at the bar and just climbed your mountain while carrying a city.”
“Yeah, sure. It’s a bit of a –“
Chloe needed no direction, she located the small couch and collapsed into it. Despite being a short girl, the couch was shorter than her knees, so it was a further descent than she had figured. The couch creaked loudly in protest, and with each subsequent aftershock as her belly and boobs settled themselves.
“That is still something to get used to” she muttered to herself. “Ooof, and here it goes.”
“Here what goes?”
“The movement. They aren’t kicking yet, but they do move.”
“Oh, sorry. Wait, not kicking yet? Anything I can do?” asked Jim as he sat next to her. He kept his distance, but when his guest was heavily – almost massively – pregnant, that was hard to do. Not for lack of trying.
“Just keep doing what you’re doing. The fact that you have a couch is help enough. So where was I?”
“You were talking about being alone in the dorm after you dumped Greg.”
“Oh yeah…”
**
Chloe and her roommate were from the same town, but weren’t exactly the best of friends through high school. That changed with college, and they became relatively close. Chloe didn’t share everything, but she knew that she had to share what was going on with her. And fast.
She began referring to the warmth as growth spurts because, well, that’s what they were. The most recent one left her looking about six months pregnant.
Chloe locked the door to force her roommate to knock on the door before entering. Sure enough, that night her roommate came knocking.
Chloe cracked the door and peeked at her roommate. “Kim, I want to warn you, I gained some weight over the holiday, and I have a story for you that I doubt you will believe me.”
“Oh shut up Chloe, you’re not fat. Just let me in.”
“Well, can’t say I didn’t warn you,” Chloe said as she opened the door...

Let me know what you guys think. I'm considering changing the line in second to last chunk ("Ooof and here it goes.") to have Chloe be a bit further along (ie: they're kicking. a lot.) but I don't know. Let me know what you think, if anything

I like your writing style, even though it's a bit unrealistic. Although I'm not a fan of exaggerated pregnancies to each his own.
Keep going.

Love your style of layered suspense and setting up belly potential pregur. The whole medical trial setup for a huge pregnancy, and the past/future setup which allows the reader to see how she started, how pregnant she is now, and what's possible further down the road.

Just keep on doing what you're doing