Water Weight

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 microscopic 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 commuter 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 realized 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 crowd. 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 separate 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 in front 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 water. 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 water still rushed from her log-sized nipples, but the hard water inside her system must still be unfolding, 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 water-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. The train, having come to a stop some time ago, was very quiet. 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 size, 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.