Simon Goes to the Park

Simon was fucked.

Yet not, sadly, literally.

Three months ago he had been a scientist, blowing up one girl to such proportions that somebody on a space-station had noticed a new mountain in Australia. They had taken his machine, his notes, his life's work and left him with... with... Well, with a large pile of money.

Money, however, cannot buy happiness, as they say. Attempts to prove this wrong had nearly got him arrested, so he did some more detailed research and became a passingly good Magition. He had further used his finances to found a new night-club. Unfortunately he had got rather carried away one night and the club was facing charges of putting drugs into the air. Either that, or the people claiming to have grown breasts as large as... well, very large things... had been telling the truth. And that was impossible. So when a short, ugly man who seemed to radiate charm had offered to buy the place, Simon had vigorously agreed. The deal had been struck, and with the distinctive laughter of the new owner in his ears, Simon went on his jolly way.

Is this enough recapitulation? We think it might be. And so we find Simon on a bench in a green place with grey paths running though it which we shall only assume must be a park. He is sitting, scheming, watching the world go by, and also bewailing his lot, a pastime he has had a lot of time to practice. Simon is bored. He is out of ideas, he is rich beyond his dreams, and he is bored out of his skull. A bored magic user is a very dangerous thing. If this was a "classic" fantasy, he might search out an unlikely hero to send, and accompany, on a quest. If this was a comic fantasy, he might decided to go to a "Wizards University". If this was reality, he would... well, he wouldn't be a magic user, would he? so he would be a frustrated scientist still, but Simon the Sorcerer (although I think that is copyrighted somewhere) is trapped in this world, a world of shops of little men who already know your name, a world of schools with an unfeasibly large number of unfeasibly large mammary glands, a world where... Oh hell, you know all this, and if you don't then click the "Back" button on the browser and take a look around. Anyway (You really must stop me digressing) Simon decided to put his talents to more... creative... use.

Spell one was easy, Let the next female person into the area, and then surround the area with a idea, the idea that you want to go another way.

The female person was Simon's usual type of target. A set of respectable C-Cups were entombed in a latex crop-top with a pair of shorts and a light cardigan, the effect in the early evening light was quite good as it was, but Simon decided to make it better. She was holding a squirt-type water-bottle, and this gave Simon his inspiration for his spell. With a rapid set of sentences followed by the standard "Presto" ending, the die was cast, and all he had to do now was watch.

The athlete, who we shall call Caroline, mainly because that is her name, felt thirsty. As she approached the fountain she decided to fill her water-bottle and take a drink, this she did. But the squirt of liquid that shot out of the tip didn't seem to quench her thirst, so she unscrewed the top and began to drink.

About 10 seconds later, she realised that her water-bottle still seemed to be full, despite her attempt to drain it. As she removed it from her lips, however, the thirst increased and she tipped the bottle back and let the cool water slide down her throat and... where? She didn't feel any less thirsty than she did when she started, so where was the water going? she looked past the bottle, down the gentle curve of her bosom, and onto the less gentle curve of a 6 month pregnant belly that hadn't been there 20 seconds ago. She dropped the bottle.

Almost immediately, a pain exploded in her stomach, a want - a need for water to fill the void. She bent down with some difficulty and sat on the lip of the fountain, and started to drink once more from the ever full water-bottle. As she drank, she glanced around. There was nobody... unless... When she looked straight at the bench it was empty, but when she looked out of the corner of her eye there was a figure there... watching... who was he? Was he to blame for her new figure, which even now rested heavily on her long legs as she sat on the rim of the stone fountain? She tried to stand, but misplaced her new centre of gravity, and fell forward onto her now beach-ball sized belly. It was like riding a waterbed. It took quite a few seconds for her to stop bouncing as she hit the ground with a splat, still trying to get as much of the water into her as she could. As she lay there, unable to move, she felt a slight change. She had been spreading outwards, flat against the ground only about a foot above it. The detachment she had felt was fading now, and she was beginning to wonder what would happen. How would she move? She estimated her weight over half a ton now, and she was still drinking as fast as she could, How big would she be when she stopped? Would she die of thirst when the bottle ran out of water, as it must do soon? all these questions were halted when she realised what it was that had changed. She had stopped stretching. Her body, now about a metre in diameter and half a metre thick at it's highest point had stopped stretching outwards, and she had begun to rise. She could feel her skin getting tighter, and a more pressing question occurred, Would she burst? Would the thirst stop? The questions went round and round, as her body got rounder and rounder. Caroline was almost 6 feet tall, and so was leaning forward onto her stomach still when she felt the thirst end, and dropped the water bottle, now finally empty, beside her bloated form.

Caroline tried in vain to stand, but with over a ton of water contained into her vast stomach there was no way she would ever walk again without the aid of a fork lift truck. She leaned forward over her halter top, leaned into her huge belly and started to cry. She was a freak, long legs, tall, tanned, C-Cupped breasts, and with a belly the size of a bubble-car. She was so embroiled in the bewailing of her not inconsiderable lot that it took her a good couple of seconds to realise she was still falling forward.

With a speed over twice that of it's creation, her belly was shrinking fast. Soon back in to triplets, twins, 9 month, 8... 7.. 6... within minutes she was able to stand, seconds later her stomach was yet again lost beneath the black bulge of her halter top. But where had it gone? 1000kg of water does not vanish into the air in seconds. Caroline didn't worry to much about this, however, since she carefully placed the water bottle in the nearest trash can and continued on her wa...

...on her...

...on...

...

Caroline looked down. Her stomach was where it had always been, or she supposed so. She was still unable to see it beneath her halter top...

It took her a couple of seconds to see what was odd. Her feet seemed to have been placed in the shade also. She could no longer see her feet. She leaned her hips backwards, causing Simon, who was sitting behind her, to have a very nice view indeed. Yup, Feet still there, the new top must be... She couldn't see her feet again. There was no escaping it, her breasts were growing. stretching against the latex top, and shifting the neckline downwards centimetre by centimetre. She estimated her size at approaching an F-Cup, and realized where it was that water was going. What was that sound? It was coming from her boobs. If this was water, wouldn't they be heavier? Gas. She was filling with Gas, The water had split to make... Hydrogen and oxygen. Rocket fuel, but how much? She applied her IQ...

Simon watched as the outline of her body against the sunset shifted, the top growing outwards... melons... soccer balls... watermelons... the frame a parody of the female form, legs that reached to heaven, if you could call that ass heaven, and he felt you could, with a dip into the waist and a hemisphere that reached to the shoulders and up the delicate neck... Simon realised something and cast another spell.

Multiplying by three is very difficult when you are being inflated like a good-year blimp. Although Caroline had wanted bigger tits forever, this was not the size she had been planning all these years for. It wasn't until she felt herself being pulled up by her immense boobs that she remembered that both hydrogen and oxygen were lighter than air. She felt a tingle, and then her breasts felt slightly heavier, enough to point out rather than up . She assumed this was on the part of whoever it was who was doing this to her, and was right. The halter was never ever designed to hold breasts this big, and the seams were coming apart, and about 3 seconds later Caroline was stretching her arms to attempt to cover the ends of her breasts, which shot free of there confines into the new world with vim and vigour. She felt the gas move faster.

It was almost two minutes later when Simon lost all view of her figure. Her head and waist had been lost to view behind who ever-increasing circles of silhouette seconds before, and he saw the relentless crawl of them down her legs almost in slow motion. He stood up, and walked around until her could see Caroline, Suspended inches above the ground by two breasts over a metre and a half in diameter, and perfect spheres.

"Hi" he said

Caroline's response was uncomplimentary, unladylike, and insulting to both of his parents.

"You remind me of Rose when you look, and talk, like that"

"Rose?" asked Caroline.

"An old flame" said Simon.

"Is this permanent?" Caroline asked a question that had been preying on her mind for a while

"Sort of" replied Simon.

"Sort of?" Caroline's voice had razorblades in it.

"You retain the ability to absorb water into your breasts, and to store water invisibly until you want it"

"And how am I supposed to walk?"

"Oh, these aren't permanent." Simon Said, patting her enormous mass. "Neither are your memories of me. Within a couple of hours you will be back to normal, and within 3 hours people will come into this area again. You will only remember me for about an hour, but if it's an emergency you will remember my identity"

"I have to stay here like this for TWO HOURS?"

"There is a side effect to the... er... come down which you might enjoy" said Simon, blushing.

"What is this 'Side Effect'?"

"I, er, really couldn't say," Simon began to walk off. He muttered a sentence and a new Halter-top appeared on the bench. "You might want this" He walked a couple of steps before muttering again. A pair of shorts appeared next to the top.

"But I still have my own shorts!" Shouted Caroline.

Simon didn't reply, and just walked off. 'Side Effect?' thought Caroline, All thoughts after that are not recorded, for the gas had begun to seep out of Caroline's nipples, and the effect - apparently - was quite good.

It's lucky that Simon's area block was quite wide, otherwise somebody might have come to investigate the screams and "oh yes"'s from the fountain in the park.

It was late evening when Caroline was able to put on the halter-top. She changed into the new shorts too, the old ones were... soiled...

She realised there had been a flaw in the spell of whoever had made her feel like she just did, in that she could remember that his identity would be recalled if there was an emergency. With a thought she used her internal reservoir of water to pump her breasts to a size that almost - but not quite - broke the new halter, and went out to find an emergency.