This Story is one of my favorites of all time and I always thought there could have been some more added to it near the end so I added some more content to this great classic story. Thank you Dr Enlarge for your great works Water Weight By DrEnlarge "Don't even scratch her or she might still explode" copyright 1996 Bernie Thigpen waited patiently at the elevation train depot. In his hand he cradled the one thing that could make him a rich man: a plastic vial of Dehydrated Water. Bernie, a lanky 28 year old, had been working overtime on his doctorate thesis when he'd stumbled upon a way to condense and package water. One miscroscopic granule of what Bernie laughingly called "hard water" would rehydrate into a whole cup of the liquid stuff. All it took was one drop of water to set the chemical chain reaction into motion. Behind him, a really cute girl emerged from the end of the escalator. Her reddish-brown hair swayed gently in the afternoon breeze. Bernie turned and saw her 5' 1" figure walking in his direction, a purple fuzzy angora sweater cut low and short black skirt draped nicely over her cherub-like figure. Their eyes met briefly and Bernie looked away first, a small smile crossing his lips. He couldn't wait to be rich and famous. Then he'd be able to get any women he wanted, even the one standing right behind him now. The train began pulling into the station. Bernie stole glances at the girl behind him. How he'd wished for a bit of a spine. He'd longed for the day when he could just whirl around and say "hi" to any woman that struck his fancy. But his was not that day and he had to be content with keeping his mind on his job of delivering his invention to the patent office. With a woosh the doors opened and Bernie began to board the train. Now the problem with being too eager sometimes is that you forget your surroundings. Bernie realized this as he saw a flood of people exiting the doorway as he headed in. When the business man stuck Bernie's shoulder, his first instinct was to protect the vial. However, since it was already airborne, all he could do was curse as he got sideswiped by another commutor with a stroller. When the flow of people stopped, he began searching the ground for his vial. He spotted it just as he heard the door chime sound off. They were going to close! Quickly he leaned down to get it and his head bumped into the black skirt of the lady that was behind him. She was hurriedly trying to get around Bernie and into the train. Embarrassed, he continued reaching for the vial when he noticed it had been opened. Almost half of the contents were missing! Frantically he snatched up the cork that had been on the top and, placing it back in the vial, bolted for the door. His left leg caught the door just as it was closing and the doors retracted automatically to allow him to enter. Bernie wasted little time in assessing the damage done by his little run-in with rush hour traffic. A good portion of the dust-like substance was gone. Bernie looked back at the spot on the concrete where the vial had landed. There was a bit of the dust there, but hardly enough to account for the amount he'd lost. As the train began slowly to pull away, he wondered what would happen when the custodial personnel tried to mop that dirt up. As best as he could figure, with that amount they'd have a fairly large mess to contend with. As Bernie stood there watching the spot move away, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Startled, he spun around, half expecting to see one of the many vagrants that ride the transit looking for spare change for booze. Instead, he was face to face with the woman he'd collided with just moments before. Her face was stunning. A perfect button nose, two big eyes with just the right amount of makeup and chipmunk-cheeks that made anyone want to pinch them. "Excuse me," she began, "but do you have a Kleenex?" "Um ... no ... wait ... maybe," Bernie stammered, trying desperately to think of a cloth-like substance he might have on him that might substitute for a Kleenex. His hands frantically patted down every pocket he had, taking immediate stock of their contents just from the touch. He realized he had nothing that would work. Raising his eyes to meet hers, he couldn't believe he was missing an opportunity like this. From this day forward he swore never to leave the apartment without a hundred Kleenex stashed on him. "No ... I'm sorry, Miss ... I don't seem to have one," Bernie replied in a sad tone. She nodded and then shyly began to wipe something from her cleavage with her sleeve. Within seconds, though, she stopped and a puzzled look washed over her face. Bernie couldn't help but let his eyes be drawn towards where she was looking. Her ivory-white smallish breasts were being hopefully pushed together and up by what seemed to Bernie to be a push-up bra. The girl's faint cleavage bore a hint of make-up which seemed to vanish as he watched. Almost on cue, Bernie and the girl looked up and knew what each had been doing. Bernie got so embarrassed that he turned his head and thocked it against the support bar next to where he was standing. The girl covered herself and looked to see if anyone else had been watching her, blushing heavily. As Bernie's brain began to break through his embarrassment, he realised something. The dusty powder on the girl's chest could have been the hard water material. His eyes grew wide as this thought crossed his mind. He'd never contemplated human interaction with the powder yet! Its size would indeed allow it to pass through the skin into the body, but he'd never worried about it at the lab due to the fact he was always well protected. His mind raced as he looked back at the girl, this time with a look of fear adorning his face. The girl wasn't looking at Bernie or anyone else this time. She seemed to be studying her chest again and with a look of concern. Just as Bernie looked down to see what she was staring at, a lady on the overly-crowded train pushed in between them with her girth and blocked his view. Bernie quickly began to bob his head around, trying to see anything more of the girl, but it was in vain. Around to the left of his position, he saw a 40-ish businessman turn his head slightly in the girl's position, stare for a moment with a small grin, then return back to his paper. To Bernie's right a grunge-looking youth was staring in what could be the direction of the girl's figure. As he studied the youth, he could tell that the lad was becoming less obvious about what he was staring at and then noticed that he tapped his girlfriend on her tattooed shoulder and pointed in the girl's direction. Bernie looked back towards the businessman. His eyes were looking back in the girl's direction, but this time his grin was replaced with a look of disbelief. Something was happening behind the glacier of a woman that had oozed between him and the girl. Frantically, Bernie looked for a path around Mount Womanhood, but bodies were jammed in pretty tight and there seemed no polite way around. The train jolted for a brief second, tossing the behemoth backwards a bit. A passage of space opened for a moment and Bernie's heart stopped cold. The girl was standing there, looking panicky, her arms wrapped around her chest. Even so, the train's jolt was still reverberating in her now D-Cupped bosom. Her chest was bigger! Her eyes met his briefly before the landmass of flesh shifted back into her original sight-blocking position. Bernie stood very still, trying to think about what was happening. The powder had obviously landed on that poor woman's chest and due to its nature had sunk in. The growth meant that it was reacting with the water in her body, but thinking about how much reaction there would be made Bernie nervous. He tried to calculate the amount of hard water still in the vial compared to the amount he'd seen on the landing at the stop, but he couldn't comprehend just how much that left unaccounted. He stopped trying to figure it out when he heard the businessman talk. "Are you OK, ma'am?" the older gentleman asked shakily. His eyes were fixed at below eye level, Bernie noticed. He heard a reply, but it was too quiet to pick out the words. From the tone, however, he could tell it was the girl and she was frightened. Big Bertha finally noticed something other than the candy bar she was munching on and turned her head to observe the commotion. Once she saw what was going on, she backed up in surprise, much to the dismay of the people she crushed behind her. Bernie saw the opening and this time instead of looking through it he maneuvered into the spot. He didn't have much room, though, for the girl had seen the same opening and had taken a step forward to give her new self more room. Bernie stopped himself just before he collided with the girl's DD chest. His jaw dropped as he saw her milky-white breasts straining against her purple sweater, pulling the V-neck further away from her body and showing six inches of cleavage. Her dainty hands again cupped themselves around her new growth, trying vainly to contain and stop their further expansion. Long red nails on both hands were hard pressed against the full sweater, but Bernie instantly saw that her jugs were plump and her hands sunk deep into them. "What's going on?" the girl said to no one in particular. By now, all within sight of the girl were looking at the spectacle. Slowly her breasts were filling up her sweater to the breaking point. Bernie saw through the sides of her v-neck that her bra straps were loose. She must have busted her bra moments before. No way an B-cup bra could've stood up to those mounds. Her eyes were wide open and her cute little mouth was slack as she stared at what everyone else was staring at. Bernie watched the outside of her right breast to gauge how fast she was growing. As he stared, he actually saw her boob inflate wider and fuller, stretching her V-neck still further apart and further down. The sides of her tits were now far enough out that they were growing out past her arms which she still had across her ever-enlarging chest. By now, the whole train was crowding in, trying to see the girl that was getting bigger boobs by the second. The girl, giving up the vain attempt to cover herself by crossing her arms, slid her arms apart. Bernie heard the sweater strain even over the sound of the train. Her fingernails slid over her super-tight sweater as she released her boobs slowly from her hold, but she stopped short of fully dropping her arms. Now, she was cupping each breast with the same-sided hand, pulling them towards her body and in turn, out further. She could almost rest her arms on the bulk of her sideways growth. Her head popped up and scanned each face quickly for signs of help from anyone. "Oh, my God!" one man said quietly. Her chest continued to balloon. Tears were beginning under her arms. When the first one began, everyone looked, including the girl, towards the sound. Her face grimaced a bit. The sweater really looked tight on her now. Her midriff was now showing as her sweater's bottom had begun to crawl up her body towards the underside of her volleyball- sized boobs. Her little hands looked so small compared to her massing melons and they were moving outwards more and more. The bottom of her breasts was above her navel until she showed signs of fatigue and began letting them drop. They sagged slightly, just hiding her belly button, but Bernie could tell that they were getting tighter. One woman beside Bernie fainted, but no one cared. "I need help! Someone help me!" the girl cried, her grip on the front of her growing gazongas getting looser due to her ever-tightening skin. The business man was almost drooling as his glazed-over eyes soaked in every new inch of her. The grunge boy began to reach out his had to touch her boob when his girlfriend knocked his hand back. Bernie shook his head and came to his senses. He was responsible for this problem, he'd have to find a way to solve it before ... before something bad happened. Bernie cleared his throat and tried to quiet the croud. Even with everyone trying to back away from the girl's body, there wasn't much room left for her to grow without touching someone. As the crowd quietened, you could hear the staggered sound of her shirt ripping bit by bit down the side. Her big eyes looked hopefully towards his, almost tearfilled. "I know what's happening here," Bernie said. Everyone looked his way. As he opened his mouth to continue, he paused. What was he going to say next? He had no idea how to help this ballooning body stop. All he could do was try to figure out how much hard water had she absorbed. "Ma'am," he said to the straining face of the girl. "That dust that fell on you. How much was there?" "Oh, God, my breasts feel so big!" she grunted, almost pulling at her sweater. "Uh ... I don't remember. It covered my chest when I first looked down, but then," she drifted off, trying to arch her back a bit. Her breasts were really growing now, every jostle that the train caused was amplified by her bulbous front. It would have been worse except her tight top was still - barely - containing her. Cleavage was squeezing out of the V-neck so much that it looked like someone was baking bread and the dough was rising. From her sides more and more tit flesh was breaking through. Wouldn't be long before her sweater ruptured. Bernie could see the beginnings of blue veins in her skin. "Something is rushing into my boobs! God, I can feel them blowing up! Mister, you gotta stop them! I'm getting huge!" "Umm ..." Bernie thought. That much hard water could spell trouble for this young woman if she was right. He needed to get the water out that was in there before she got too big and exploded. Since the hard water was probably reacting with her milk glands, Bernie decided that she needed to give milk. But he didn't know how fast someone would be able to suckle her chest, surely not fast enough to stop her growth. RIP! The girl's sweater gave up and split down both sides. The front went limp and rested against her chest. It did little to conceal her mammoth mounds, even when she grabbed the bottom part and tried to stretch it to cover her distended nipples. Her areolae were as wide as a plate now and they looked very taut. She looked comical trying to cover her beachball-sized breasts. They took up her entire torso, spreading down to below her belt and out past her elbows. She gave up trying to gather herself from the side and stretched her arms over the center of both breasts, just barely reaching her life-saver-sized nipples. "Ok...everyone...she's going to get much bigger if we don't figure out a way to milk her fast!" Bernie shouted. "Does anyone here have any idea how we can do that?" "How big am I going to get?" the girl shouted, leaning back against the door now. She was really having a hard time standing now. "I'm too big as it is! Just look at me! I can't get any bigger, mister. My skin is getting so tight!" she pleaded, looking like she'd welcome it if someone just stuck her with a pin. "Why don't we just pop them?" someone suggested, reading the girl's mind. Bernie considered it before someone spoke up. "No, you can't. That little hole in her skin would probably let loose a torrent of ... whatever's blowing her up. I'm a doctor and although I've never seen this before," the old man said, pointing at the girl's tits still blowing up bigger and bigger," we can't just poke a hole in her side." "I'm going to pop soon anyway, I can feel it!" the girl shouted, gripping her teats with her fingernails. "If someone doesn't do something soon, I'm going to pop myself! I can't take this pressure ... it keeps coming into me, making my boobs heavier and heavier!" The doctor made his way to the front of the semi-circle around the girl and instructed two people on each side of the girl to grab her arms and keep her nails away from her tits. She fought them at first, sensing this might be her last chance to stop her growth, and began to slap her chest, clawing with her nails after each downstroke. Her colossal chest bounced angrily, but didn't blow. As they secured her arms, she slid to the floor, her chest reaching out past the hem of her skirt and almost up to her chin. She looked helplessly out at the people around her, the tattered purple sweater up around her neck like a bib with her engorged mammaries flowing out from under it. The floor must have been cold, because as soon as her tits hit the ground, her nipples stood out a good inch more, looking rock hard. The doctor stood in awe, as did the rest of the people around the girl. Her eyes darted from one breast to the other as they grew rounder and fuller. "My boobs! Look at my boobs!" she said hysterically. "They're not stopping! I'm too full! God, they're so tight! Please ... do something before they blow!" Thinking, the doctor looked like he'd had an idea just as the girl screamed and writhed on the ground, almost breaking loose from the two men holding her arms away from her billowing breasts. "Ahhh! I can feel something blowing them up faster! What's happening?" she screamed, looking directly at Bernie. "You! Look at my tits, they're growing faster!" Bernie indeed looked and saw that they were stretching wider and further from her body more quickly now. He didn't have the heart to tell her that with more liquid in her glands, the more the hard water would unfold and fill her tits. "Never mind that. We need to make her climax, now!" the doctor said directly. People were trying to back away ever further now, forcing others on the train to stand on seats or get pressed against the walls. The girl's breasts were very blue veined now and her white skin was stretched so tight it almost looked shiny. People around her that couldn't move any further were having their feet covered by her ever-expanding hooters. The girl moved her legs apart a bit underneath her tits, but they were so heavy and had almost reached past her knees now that she couldn't make them move far. "OK!" shouted the doctor. "You, ma'am. You're in front of her. You've got to get down there and make her climax now or she'll explode!" the doctor said, pointing at a model wanna-be teen. The model looked shocked and shook her head, but already people around her were pushing her down towards the girl's cleavage. "I'm not doing this!" the model shouted, her head almost bouncing into the girl's distended cleavage. "I'm not a lesbian!" "You don't have to be, just get her to cum! You're the only one who has a chance of reaching her ... use your hand!" Bernie touted in, looking on as he saw the model lie flat on her stomach. She shook her head again, but then began moving her right hand underneath the girl's cleavage. "Everyone who can, gently move back so we can seperate her cleavage a bit and let that girl reach her clit!" the doctor ordered. The crowd didn't move, they had nowhere to go. "OK, then, pull her breasts apart GENTLY, everyone who can," he commanded. Everyone that could reach into the center of weather balloon-sized bust began to slowly tug on the tight yet watery mass of boob flesh. "Stop ... you're going to make me pop! Oh, God, I'm growing more and more each time I breathe! I'm covering my feet almost! She's never going to reach me!" the girl panted. Bernie now could feel her tits against his legs and groin. They grew and grew, pressing into him tighter and tighter as they continued to wedge into the crowd around her. His cock was right above her huge nipple and he moved his legs apart so it could go right under his nuts. Her head disappeared as her massive boobs grew up against her human bra. The people holding her arms still continued to do so, but Bernie could only see that they were holding something and not her arms anymore. It wouldn't be long before her tits completely covered her head, and she knew it. "My God, look at my breasts! They're getting hard! I'm going to explode, I just know it! God, the skin near me has stopped stretching! I can feel my skin stretching faster around my nipples! Oh Jesus, this is what balloons do just before they pop! I'm getting ready to blow up! God, my tits are getting enormous!" she yelled. People began to panic. They were speeding towards the next stop with a girl about to explode on an electric train. No telling what that was going to do to the train itself. Bernie could feel that the girl was right, her nipple was pushing into him faster and faster, trying to lift him up. "Look out, she's going to blow!" someone yelled from the crowd. A small scream was let out, probably from the girl, Bernie thought. There seemed no hope for the poor blimp-chested girl. The model was dragged out from underneath the girl's boobs, her face red from the pressure. "Here, use this!" a voice said from behind Bernie. A mop was handed to him overhead. He quickly handed the tool to the model, who dropped again to the floor, just out of range of the girl's massing mountains. She began quickly working the mop down between her cleavage. "God, I'm growing faster! I'm blowing up like a water balloon!" the girl cried. She suddenly began gasping. "I think I found it!" the model cried, her head being slowly pushed back by the girl's quickening growth. Bernie saw the mass of mammaries before him start to shake. She was either responding to the mop handle or was about to burst. "Oh God, that hurts!" the girl cried, but she continued to groan. "God, I can feel it building inside me! I'm going to pop!" No one knew whether she was referring to her chest or the orgasm, but everyone held their breath. The model let out a grunt as she thrust the mop hard into the Boobs from Hell. A shrill scream came from the girl's direction. Bernie looked across her girl's impossibly large breasts, now eye-level to him. He could see the mass of her boobs quake and shiver. Everyone closed their eyes, thinking she was going to burst. But just then Bernie felt the log-like nipple still between his legs kick and jump. Yells of shock came from all around behind him. He felt something rushing through the skin of her nipple. She'd climaxed! "Don't be alarmed, she's just cycling the liquid out!" the doctor yelled. "Her nipples should be able to handle the strain of the outburst of liquid." Everyone sighed in relief, except for those getting soaked. Bernie smiled as the motion underneath his member continued. "So this is what the spin cycle feels like?" he murmured to himself. He felt water rush around his feet. This train was going to get wet, fast. "Someone hit the emergency lever and kill the power to the train!" a voice in the back yelled. There was a tinkle of glass and everyone felt the train slow. Bernie felt the huge breast infront of him as it slowly deflated. The girl was still moaning and shrieking: apparently she was still climaxing with all this activity going on in her body. Bernie felt the nipple recede and he relaxed his leg-grip on her teat. It flipped up past his groin and pounded his chest with a torrent of milk. He tried to hold his hands up against the stream, but that just diverted the spray into everyone else. He was going to get soaked, regardless. Over the loud spray, he heard the girl still belting out orgasmic shrieks. Then ... "Ohgod ohgod ohGod OhGOD!" the girl cried. "It's not stopping! I'm...uuhhhhh.." she cried between ecstasy-filled groans. "I still feel....*gasp*...feel it blowing ....uhhhh...blowing my tits up!" Bernie noticed right away that her huge nipple and shiny areola, distorted so much that it was the size of a trash can lid and barely noticeable, was indeed not receding anymore. The milk still rushed from her bottle-sized nipples, but the hard water inside her system must still be unfolding converting to milk, and at an increased rate. She was still growing. "UHHH...I'm coming....Ohhh..I'm coming too much," she strained. "I'm going to pass out! God, uhhhhh ... why am I not bursting?!?" The girl's boobs swelled dangerously bigger. They had again reached the point at which they had previously stopped growing, and passed it. Bernie could almost see the point the girl had made about her breast flesh. Near the top, he could see her boobs stop growing upwards at a staggering rate, and start growing forward. In mere moments the leading edge of that growth would reach her areola, then her nipples. He felt her cool, slick skin press against his arms and her fountaining nipple buried itself in his chest. "Oh, God, I'm clogging her nipple!" a man said from Bernie's left. Just then, Bernie's milk-flow stopped as her nipple bent up against his chest and grew up towards his chin. "Mine too!" Bernie yelled. "Someone behind me move!" But no one could. With a cataclysmic yell, the girl screamed and her breasts heaved forward, no longer being drained by her nipples. Bernie watched in horror as the odd growth pattern on her breast grew directly towards her areola. As soon as it reached it, it began puffing it outward rapidly. "OH GOD! MY TITS!" the girl bellowed. "THEY'RE EXPLODING!" Bernie felt her nipple thrust into his chest more and more, getting harder every second. Her areola swelled so fast it struck him in the head like a punch. He could hear her skin squeak as it filled to the breaking point. "SOMEONE HELP!" the girl moaned. "I WANT TO POP! THEY'RE GROWING OVER MY HEAD! OH ... OH..OH.OH!" she screamed and Bernie could hear someone slapping on them as the sound carried inside her liquid filled tits. She completely filled this end of the train, her breasts mashed against the ceiling. Bernie suddenly felt the nipple try to straighten out. The growth had reached the nipple. She could grow no more. "I'M GOING TO BURST!!!" she yelled, slightly muffled by her skin, Bernie figured. He closed his eyes, not knowing what to expect next. Then, all at once, the pressure that had been crushing him stopped. He felt her nipple quiver against his body and under his chin, but no more growth happened. Meanwhile the other nipple slipped by the other passengers the growing breast clearing a path pressing one passenger after the other against the walls.  A thick busty passenger was trying to make her way through the crowd away from the growing breast as it was gaining steam not far behind as it found its new found freedom.  The busty passenger reached the back of the train car frantically trying to open the door, but it would not open because the power was off on the train.  She was in such a panic she failed to see the emergency release lever so she grabbed a fire extinguisher and attempted to brake out the small window on the door.  The glass was shatter resistant but with enough hits the whole window was knocked free from the seals.  The window was fairly small and at chest level.  She started to attempt to climb out the window,  she was barely able to squeeze her large bosom through the opening but there was one more obstacle.  Not only was the woman blessed up top, she also was sporting some beautifully wide hips which prevented the rest of her body out of the train.  As the breast was surging toward the woman,  the nipple seemed to be on a mission.  The throbbing rod was approaching its destination,  there was a tunnel under a plaid miniskirt that the nipple was pointing right at.  As the woman struggled she felt a pressure on her nether regions, harder and harder until...there was a scream from the trapped woman, the thick long rod that protracted just entered the stuck woman.  She couldn't believe what just happened but she also was oddly turned on the warm pulsating member throbbed as the breast ran out of room to grow. The penetrated woman felt another odd sensation, it felt like her snatch was rhythmically contracting, but the opposite of that was actually the truth. With each throb the nipple was growing and growing, stretching and widening. Suddenly there was a tremor from the train sized orb, with a scream of extacy the nipple began erupting inside its vessel. The trapped woman looked down to see her once soft flat belly start to fill out with a bump, as the pressure continued it changed to a belly, then she looked like a large beach ball was shoved and fully inflated into her womb.  Another passenger seen the commotion and attempted to stop the invading member,  they grabbed onto the breast with both hands barely able to get a firm grip on the taut skin.  A wet sloppy noise could be heard as it popped free from her Womanhood, but almost as fast as it came out the grip on the massive tit was lost and rammed back into the filled woman again.  The feeling was different this time, it was in her ass.  All of the squeezing and groping triggered another orgasm from the colossal breasted woman,  which triggered the nipples to spray like fire hoses into the trapped woman again. As her size now multiplied by the seconds, her belly surged and she tried screaming but as she opened her mouth milk started fountaining from it.  A fire truck with rescue workers was approaching the rear of the train, the jet streaming out of her mouth Aimed right at the oncoming vehicle with so much force it blew the windshield right into the driver, knocking him unconscious.  The truck still had enough momentum that it hit the front of the milk filled balloon woman.  After she felt the mild collision she looked foreword to see that the flow of milk had ceased spraying from her mouth. There right in front of her, the nozzle mounted to the roof of the truck was wedged in her mouth Stopping the flow of milk.  The other rescue workers exit the vehicle in a panic, and in that panic the switch for the pump was turned on.  Suddenly she felt pressure at both ends, almost instantly her body became round. 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 feet in diameter and just as fast as it started, the growth stopped.  Suddenly dark stretch marks were appearing, darker and longer she was at her limit.  Even that stopped the truck ran out of water and the breast stopped spurting milk.  She lay there in shock as her body was literally at its limit.  The massive breasted woman shifted slightly and the mop handle just barely grazed her clittoris causing a mini orgasm which sent 1 last gallon of milk into the overtaxed container.  With a muffled scream her flesh tore open like a zipper sending thousands of gallons of milky water to the ground. People against the girl's breast rustled and Bernie heard muffled voices carried through her chest. The hard water had stopped unfolding. "Everyone stay still," the doctor ordered. "She's highly unstable. Don't even scratch her or she might still explode!" Everyone stopped moving, waiting for something to happen. "JUST DO IT!" the girl yelled, but Bernie could hardly hear her. From behind him, Bernie felt the rush of air. Emergency crews had managed to open the doors. They were sorry they did. The girl's breasts felt the chance for advancement and pushed everyone out the door that they could, trapping some just beside the doorway. The crew outside, having just been knocked over by a push of ten people or so, looked back at the doorway to see two huge areolae and nipples thrusting themselves out the doorway, filling it entirely. Bernie, trapped beside the door by her breast, was happy not to have her nipple under his chin anymore. "Jesus!" one of the workers commented. They just stood and looked at the sight. Just then, a shriek came from the other side of the car. The girl was coming again. Everyone on the track moved as her nipples pulsed forward a bit and began to jet water again. Over the next thirty minutes, she almost passed out twice from her constant orgasms, but people on the other side of the track kept her awake with smelling salts. By the time she was down to a manageable side, the entire track was flooded and clean-up crews were arriving on the scene. Bernie walked over to her side as they picked her up after her final waking orgasm. She still had basket-ball sided hooters, but she was still coming in her sleep and they continued to spurt water to the tune of her rapid heart rate. An exhausted smile was melted on her face and the paramedics strapped her into the gurney and placed her in the ambulance. The doctor came up beside Bernie and looked on. "She'll be fine. She'll have stretchmarks from hell, but she's be fine. What I want to know is, how did you do that to her?" "It's a long story, and I'm soaked. Get the story from the police after they grill me, OK? Thanks for your help in saving her," Bernie said, exhausted. He walked towards the beckoning officer on the side of the tracks. As he did, his vial fell from his pocket, noticed only by the doctor. Bending down to tie his shoe, the doctor retrieved the vial. With a quick grin, he proceeded towards the ambulance.
In a small town outside of Vegas there lived a young woman named Lily. At just 22 years old, she was known throughout the world as the stretchiest nymphomaniac to ever grace the earth. Lily's body possessed an extraordinary flexibility, allowing her to accommodate any size cock with ease. But Lily's insatiable desire for sexual pleasure knew no bounds. She yearned to set a new world record, one that would challenge even her own remarkable abilities. She dreamt of conquering the largest dildo ever created, a massive monstrosity that stood at a staggering 10 feet in length and 2 feet in width. Determined to achieve her goal, Lily dedicated herself to rigorous training and stretching exercises. She spent hours each day preparing her vagina for the colossal challenge that awaited her. With each passing day, her body grew more elastic, her pleasure threshold expanding beyond imagination. As fate would have it, the colossal dildo she sought was not a mere sex toy hidden away in a secret room. No, it was a grand spectacle, a public monument proudly displayed outside the headquarters of the renowned sex toy manufacturer. This enormous creation, aptly named "The Goliath," stood tall as a testament to human desire and the pursuit of sexual ecstasy. One fateful day, after months of intense preparation, Lily stood before The Goliath. The colossal dildo gleamed in the sunlight, its enormity taunting her, yet fueling her insatiable lust. With a mix of excitement and nervousness, she prepared to mount this mammoth phallus. Beside being a monument The Goliath was also fountain its waters lay dormant. This fountain, intricately designed to resemble a giant cock, was the source of a mysterious white, slimy fluid. Little did Lily know that this fluid would play a significant role in her ultimate satisfaction. As she positioned herself, her body quivering with anticipation, she set her welcoming lips atop the massive tip. She holds her breath and with a cringe she relaxed her vulva, with almost a full bottle of lube directly squirted into her the head entered with a loud squelching sound. Lily's eyes instantly rolled to the back of thier sockets and a deep moan she began bouncing in the air the only thing holding her now was her pussy on that bulbous head which you could clearly see bulging her canal, which looked like a basketball being pushed in and out. Some time passes and a maintenance worker appeared, the original plan was just to lube up Goliath and keep the pump off, but lily had a different idea. With lust in her eyes while perched on the monument she puts in the request to turn the pump on. His eyes widening at the sight before him. Lily's seductive smile and the temptation of an unforgettable experience convinced him to grant her request. Hesitant yet intrigued, he approached the fountain's controls. "Please," Lily pleaded, her voice dripping with desire. "Turn on the pump. Let me feel the full force of this monumental pleasure." With a mix of trepidation and arousal, the maintenance worker acquiesced. He reached for the controls and slowly activated the pump, unleashing the torrent of white, slimy fluid. The fountain sprang to life, its phallic head spewing forth the liquid of unimaginable pleasure. As the first drops of the cum-like substance entered Lily's womb, she felt an intense rush of pleasure coursing through her body. A feverish ecstasy washed over her, and her body began to swell, growing larger and larger with each passing second. Initially, her body expanded to the size of a yoga ball, her skin stretching to accommodate the influx of fluid. But the pleasure was far from over. Lily's body ballooned further, reaching the size of a giant beach ball, her moans of ecstasy echoing through the air. With every passing moment, her body continued to inflate, her skin stretched to its limits. The pressure inside her womb intensified, pushing against the colossal dildo lodged within her. Lily's feverish bucking only increased, her desire for more overwhelming her senses. And then, with a final, explosive surge of pleasure, the dildo slid all the way through her, emerging from her mouth. Lily found herself suspended mid-air, impaled by the massive dildo, and the cum-like substance oozing from both ends. Her body, now resembling a massive weather balloon, quivered with pleasure and satisfaction. The once-stretched nymphomaniac had achieved the unthinkable, pushing her body to its limits and beyond. She had set a new world record, one that would forever be etched in the annals of sexual history. As the cum-like substance continued to flow, Lily reveled in her triumph, her every desire fulfilled. The maintenance worker stared in awe and disbelief, realizing that he had been a witness to an unforgettable spectacle of pleasure and excess. And so, suspended in the air, her body swollen and glistening, Lily basked in the glory of her accomplishment, forever cementing her legacy as the world's most insatiable nymphomaniac and the conqueror of The Goliath.
Dusk Shine in pursuit of Happiness II - Chapt.28.1 by BigSnusnu, literature
Literature
Dusk Shine in pursuit of Happiness II - Chapt.28.1
Chapter 28 – The forbidden fruit (Part 1)
Everything was quiet in the Golden Oak Library, as a library should always be. There, Dusk Shine and Spike gave the perfect example of how ponies should behave in the calm and silent temple of knowledge. Spike was on the floor, hyper-focused on reading the comic that Dusk had given him for Hearth's Warming Eve. A large volume of his favorite comic: 'The Power Ponies', where the complete saga of the mega event of the year was told, called 'Flashpony', in which the fictional universe of the Power Ponies was restarting for the fifteenth time. For his part, Dusk was carefully reading the book th
Metamorphosis: Butterfly's call part 2 by endlessloth123, literature
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Metamorphosis: Butterfly's call part 2
A group of young adults were excitedly talking amongst themselves while lounging in an upscale Shibuya apartment. The empty pizza boxes and laundry thrown about made it a clear bachelor pad. The millennials had recently secured a generous amount of cash after "confiscating" it from a homeless woman they encountered a day prior. They figured the poor skank wouldn't be putting the money to good use so they might as well lavish themselves with it. The group laughed animatedly while chugging down frothy beers. One girl in particular laughed louder than anyone else. Her name was Megumi and she decorated her messy orange bun with a generous amount of accessories. She valued appearances as much as she valued life itself. Megumi only allowed those she considered beautiful to associate with her and she belittled anyone who fell beneath her standards. " Hey! We're running out of beer. Someone go out and pick up a pack." She barked her orders to her group of friends. " A please and thank you wouldn't kill you. Guess I'll be the one to do it." Takeshi sighed as he stood up from the couch to exit through the door. Sometimes he felt like his friends were just friends in name only. He was usually the one who went off to do chores for the group no matter how much he resisted. He thought he was done being an errand boy for popular kids after he graduated but some things never change. Takeshi hummed to himself while walking through the quiet city streets. The chilly air gave his cheeks a rosy pink blush. He was about to enter a convenience store when a woman walking down the street caught his eye. She was a tall woman dressed in a black and purple outfit that looked straight from a magical girl anime. The shock of seeing such a brazen outfit made him pause long enough for the woman to catch up to him. "It's been a while, Takeshi. Let's do some catching up." ******************* " What the hell is taking that idiot so long!? It's already been half an hour." Megumi grumbled as she tapped her phone furiously. None of her texts to him had been answered and her patience had long been spent. " Simmer down, Meg. Maybe he forgot his way back home." One of the boys snickered, causing the rest of the group except for Megumi to laugh. Megumi rolled her eyes and began to type another annoying text. " Even he can't be that stupid. I'm tearing him a new one when he gets back." Her text message was interrupted midway through by a video call from Takeshi. " What the hell? He better have a good excuse." She accepted the video call only to gasp in horror at the sight of Takeshi's bloodied face. His visage was littered with a bed of bruises. " Takeshi!!!" The group cried out to their friend. Takeshi sobbed through the monitor screen, his lips too bruised to emit any words. " Oh dear. Looks like poor Takeshi can't talk anymore. Not a big loss. Not like he had anything important to say anyway." The voice behind the camera snickered. " You bitch! Why the fuck are you doing this!" Screeched Megumi. " I'm just cleaning up the trash. This city is plagued by revolting men just like him. You probably don't remember, but we all went to school together. There was this sex scandal involving a classmate of yours and this pig took that as an opportunity to pounce. He and his pathetic friends blackmailed the girl so she could become their personal sex slave. You'd probably know this if you didn't turn a blind eye to anything inconvenient for you." The girl spoke as if each word was laced with poison The group racked their brains to figure out what the mysterious woman was talking about. A vague recollection of the girl known as Saki arose in their minds. " Saki? Is this you? You disappeared from school one day and everyone was worried about where you went. We all missed you and-" " Save the bullshit!" Megumi was interrupted by a shrieking yell from the phone. " You bastards only care about yourselves. You never cared what happened to me. But maybe you feel differently about Takeshi. Come to this address within the next 45 minutes if you still want him alive." The video call came to an end and a heavy silence hung over the group. " So Saki's the one doing this? How the hell did she even find us? We haven't seen her in years!" One of the girls with straight brown hair spoke up. " We don't have time to ask questions now. Let's get down to this address and see what the hell she's going on about." Megumi ordered her group to the nearest train station and rode off to their destination. It was a coin locker located on a quiet street across from an arcade center. Takeshi was found on the ground sleeping in front of the lockers. " Takeshi!" One of the guys with short blonde hair ran over to his friend and tried to help him get on his feet. The reunion was short-lived because as soon as he touched Takeshi, dark purple magic runes spawned at their feet. The two men were consumed by miasmic purple energy until it condensed and exploded into a fierce blaze. The gang cried out in horror at the sight of their friend's disfigured bodies. Blood and guts were littered on the pavement. The odorous scent of charred flesh invaded their nostrils and caused a few of them to empty their stomachs. " Nice to see that everyone is having fun. I bet you guys thought you were done with me. You probably didn't recognize me when we last met. You were too busy stealing my cash and kicking my baby to take notice." Saki walked towards the group while clutching her blood-soaked magical staff. " Wait, You're Saki? But you're that Hobo from before!" Megumi screeched. " Oh my God... We had no idea that was you! We thought you were a random thief stealing money from hard-working people. It wasn't anything personal. Anyone in our position would do the same thing!" Megumi wasn't exactly sure what she was saying; she was just doing whatever it took to calm down her future killer. " Oh, is that true? Let's hear what your heart has to say." Saki pointed her staff towards the group, causing several phantasmal butterflies to spawn from the tip. The butterflies flew into the chest of each person as if they didn't exist.   " Why couldn't that bitch just stay dead! It figures a slut like Saki would become a psycho hobo." " If Saki kills anyone, it should be Megumi! She's the one who always bosses us around." " What the hell is she wearing? Did the bitch dress like this for her clients?" The group hushed in collective shock as their inner thoughts bubbled to the surface. Their toxic words were completely laid bare for everyone else to hear. " Looks like some things never change. You people are still the sacks of shit that I know all too well. Would it kill you people to learn a bit of empathy? Any at all?" Saki just shook her head and waved her staff again. Two magic runes spawned in the air and out from it came twin black tentacles that snatched the girl with brown hair. " Asuka!" The young adults called out to their trapped comrade. One of the tentacles snaked around Asuka's arm in such a tight embrace that her bones crumbled into dust. The girl howled a desperate scream that pierced through the night. She would've pleaded for mercy had her ribcage not prodded into her organs like the fangs of a beast. The blood boiled out of her mouth as her torso was destroyed beyond recognition. Even more blood splattered on the wretched sinners. No words were sufficient to describe the sheer level of horror gripping their hearts. The two remaining lambs to the slaughter made a mad dash down the street, desperate to put any amount of distance between them and their assailant. How futile. Saki flew past them and gave her staff and little twirl before summoning a tendril of darkness that shot directly into the man's chest. The tendril lifted his bloody body into the air and slammed him to the ground with a sickening splat. " And then there was one," Saki said to a quivering Megumi. The usually boastful woman was now a sobbing wreck who could even string together a sentence. She sobbed uncontrollably and released her bladder upon herself as she tried in vain to run away. " Don't think I forgot that gleeful smile you had when you kicked my pregnant belly like you were stepping on a roach. You're a vile bitch who feeds on everyone else's misery. This world is so much better off without you," With a twirl of her staff, Saki summoned a magic circle below Megumi. Several tendrils of darkness spawned from the ground to skew the girl like a human pincushion. Bones were crushed and blood splatter stained the concrete.  It didn't take long for the souls of her hapless victims to come flying into his staff. Saki felt a strong sense of relief upon eradicating her former friends like the filth that they were. Now there were only two more degenerates left on her list.
Julia's Gigantic pregnancy month 2 by edgyme262, literature
Literature
Julia's Gigantic pregnancy month 2
"O-oh my.." Julia groaned as She opened Her eyes. She looked down ,or rather, up at her Gigantic womb, the gravid swell was gently pulsing and had a beautiful hint of redness among all the stretchmarks. "I look amazing...~" she sighed happily with a tinge of exhaustion. Her growth had increased in rate rapidly in the past 2 weeks, the Gigantic belly now around 9.5 feet tall from base to top, and sticking out from Her a solid 11 or so feet. She had been genuinely immobile since last week, and so Jeremy had installed every possible machine and tool for her to use. Her body was centered on a wheeled ,cushioned platform that could roll around under it's own power, and be adjusted when she wanted to sleep. "I need to ea- URRP!" Julia was interrupted by a small burp "...need to eat". She grabbed Her phone and messaged Her husband "Hello my handsome husband~ your baby factory and her brood are starving!" Finishing off the text with many heart and pregnant woman emojis. Jeremy entered the cavernous, gigantic area they called their "bedroom" and gently patted Julia's tight gut. "What do you want babe?" He said lovingly. Julia smiled and scratched Her chin, "hmm... I dunno... Could you order some grilled chicken??? Alot of it??" She said excitedly. Jeremy gave Her a kiss on the belly button before walking around her gargantuan belly to kiss her on the cheek. "Of course princess, but I must ask.." Jeremy blushed before continuing "what do you consider alot?". Julia giggled at Her husband's question and then looked at her stomach, "hmm... I'd say.... 30 extra-large chicken and ham pizzas... and maybe... 20 pounds of grilled chicken for some fajitas?". She smiled and winked "You're not just feeding 1 person afterall,you're feeding 245" she giggled while gently slapping her side proudly. Jeremy laughed "don't worry I'll feed you and the babies". He gave Her a kiss on the cheek before heading to the living room to get his phone and make the order. Julia sighed and shifted her focus back to her body. She looked back, grabbing what she could of her ass, it's sheer size making her blush. She looked back to her front, to her Gigantic, bloated, veiny breasts, still soft to the touch (for now) and riddled with small cute stretchmarks. "Sheesh..." she muttered to herself while blushing heavily "...it's been a week and a half since my fat tits outgrew EVERY single known bra and cup size in the WHOLE WORLD..". She softly bit her lip and then groaned loudly "babe hurry up and orderrrrr, your baby factory is starvingggg". Jeremy walked back to Julia, kissing Her gently. "Okay babe I ordered the pizzas, they'll be here in a few" he said while rubbing Her stomach lovingly. "Good boy" She purred in response, letting out another very subtle burp. "Could you run to the grocery store before the order arrives, and bring me a couple bags of chips honey?" she said while trying her best to do puppy eyes. Jeremy just smiled and shook his head. "Sure thing babe, I'll be right back" he kissed Her on the cheek and walked off. Julia gently patted Her belly, gently rubbing small circles on any part of the swollen mass she could reach. Reaching between her breasts and pulling out her phone once more, she opened up an app that was connected to the platform she was sitting upon. Looking through the menu, she found what she was curious about: weight. The massive woman had been feeling very heavy recently (even by her hyper-pregnant standards) and just wanted to see a number behind the sensation. She read the info with absolute shock, and some glee, before saying her thoughts outloud, "wow...." she moaned lightly "I'm Gigantic...I weigh more than my first car did when I was 18.... I'm huge...I'm enormous... i-" she paused and softly gasped with a mixture of arousal and shock "-I'm 2340+ pounds!". Julia continued to gaze at the app with amazement, She took deep breaths and tried to calm Herself, but failed. She started to chuckle, in fact, laughing loudly. "This is crazy! I'm getting big!!!" She said loudly, but in a playful, joyous tone. "My body is literally being pushed apart and stretched beyond recognition! My body has become a vessel for life to grow inside of, and my mind is loving it! I'm like a Goddess now" she paused, gently massaging Her gut. "I know I call him my peasant and slave.... but in reality?" She blushed and bit her lip hard "I am Jeremy's slave...and a slave to our growing babies...and a slave to this belly.." She whispered before bursting into giggles again. Jeremy walked back, a smile on his face. "Okay babe im back!, but what's up? You seem pretty excited" he said as he put the bags of chips on a small counter near Her. Julia turned her head around to face him and gently patted Her stomach, "I just realized I weigh more than a tonne" she said with a wild look in her eyes before wincing in pain. "What's wrong??" Jeremy asked with slight panick. "I'm hungry babe...so so so so hungry!!!" She paused and moved her blue hair away from her face "and I'm stuffed to the brim with your babies, so feed me~" she said with a edge of lust in her voice. Jeremy laughed and opened up the first family sized bag of cheesy chips, bringing a single chip to his wife's gaping jaw. She licked his fingers lightly before taking the chip in her mouth and chewing, savoring the taste and texture. "Good boy Jeremy..." She muttered with her mouth full. Jeremy just laughed and repeated the action, over and over again for 20 minutes until the doorbell rang. "That's the pizza!" Jeremy said as he stood up and rushed to the front door. Julia moaned and began rubbing Her stomach again, stuffing chips messily into her mouth with her free hand. Crumbs from the chips fell into her seemingly endless cleavage, but Julia laughed it off, knowing Jeremy would help her clean up after. She giggled softly as Jeremy entered the bedroom with the first 15 boxes of pizza. "Here's a good place to start my love!" he said while gently setting them on the counter. Julia looked down at the massive number of pizzas in front of Her, smiling and opening her mouth "those are just a snack babe. Now cram them down my throat" she said with a authoritative tone. Jeremy blushed hard and opened up the first box. He put the pizza in his wife's waiting mouth, and she began to gobble it up greedily while moaning with joy and pleasure. "GOD you're amazing Jeremy!! I could do this for hourrrrsss" She said with a bit of pizza in her mouth. Jeremy just smiled and shook his head, continuing to feed his pregnant wife. Julia moaned loudly as the 2nd pizza was finished off. "Stack a pizza on top of another pizza babe..I can fit them in my mouth, and I'm too hungry to just eat one pizza at a time!" Julia said ravenously, blushing hard when she thought about what she had just said. A normal person would eat one SLICE ,maybe two slices of pizza at a time, but her? She was eating ENTIRE pizzas in a few bites. She shuddered with arousal at how much of a whale she had become, and her heart filled with warmth realizing that all this food was for the 245 babies she and Jeremy loved so much. "Keep going babe, I need to be full" Julia whispered as Jeremy placed the 3rd and 4th pizzas in Her mouth. She slowly chewed and swallowed it before looking at Jeremy with hunger in Her eyes. Jeremy just smiled and chuckled before taking another box and repeating the process. Julia giggled and began to eat faster, savoring every bite. She closed her eyes and thought to herself ,"this is going to get out of hand at this rate...and I can't wait."