Science 2

The pony-tailed brunette in the shorts, sandals and tank top gave a short, dignified bow. "Good day. I am Flora."

The short-haired brunette in the red form-fitting bodysuit waved with all the self-control of an eight-year-old. "I'm Jordan. Today, at this beach..." She gestured to the beach. "...we're going to do more science."

"Or something vaguely connected to it."

"Are you saying that we didn't do science last time?" Jordan asked, hands on her hips.

"It was vaguely science-related, but not actual science. This, probably even less so."

She sighed. "Oh well. In any case, we're going to be doing science involving water. I'm going to be the subject this time because it was Flora's idea."

Flora looked over Jordan's back, holding a high-tech hose that trailed off to parts unknown. "Do you have a preference as to where you'd like the hose to be?"

"Doesn't matter."

Flora thought for a moment, then shrugged and pushed it through the bodysuit into Jordan, prompting the test subject to let out a yelp.

"You said it didn't matter," Flora said, "and I assumed that you'd be better off with it in the 'in' instead of the 'out,' if you catch my meaning."

"It was cold!"

"Sorry."

"...and you could have warned me!"

"Again, sorry. Now then," Flora said, producing a remote control. "Are you ready?"

She gave her a thumbs-up. "Ready."

Without much fanfare, Flora tapped one of the buttons, causing a distant motor to rumble to life and sending a flow of water through the hose.

Jordan cradled her belly beneath her hands as it surged outward, stumbling as she struggled to keep standing. Her knees shook before giving out entirely, and she fell onto her backside, legs splayed to the sides as her gut jiggled from the impact. She made an attempt to stand back up, but as her stomach began to expand over her thighs she quickly abandoned her plan.

Circling around, Flora took a seat on her stomach, sinking into it as the water inside of Jordan flowed into her backside and breasts. "Now normally one would think that she would be able to get up," she said.

"Not when you're sitting on me," Jordan retorted.

"Yes, well, I'm only doing it so the water is a bit more even in you."

"What do you-" She paused as she felt her backside swell, pushing her up off the sand. "Oh."

"As I was saying, normally one would think that Jordan would be able to get up. After all, we've seen larger moving about."

Jordan's ass crossed into volleyball-sized territory and beyond as her legs began to thicken. "We?"

"I'm speaking hypothetically. This, of course, would be an impossibility; water weighs eight and one-third pounds per gallon, taking up 231 cubic inches per gallon."

Her stomach rose higher and grew wider, spreading around to her sides and back before slowly merging with her rear. "So..."

"In so many words, a two-foot sphere of water would be over 260 pounds. Well beyond the weight that most people would be able to support suspended from their frames." Flora hopped off the top of Jordan's stomach before turning back towards her, arms out. "Give me your hands."

Jordan stretched her bloated, sausage-like arms out over her breasts, taking Flora's hands in hers. With a grunt, Flora pulled the test subject forward onto her stomach. The sudden movement set the water inside of her into motion, pushing both her breasts out by another half a foot as it sloshed forward. Jordan waved her arms and legs in a feeble attempt to keep her balance as she slowly came to rest again.

By her side, Flora pulled her sandals off, tossing them off into the distance. She took a few steps back and, with a running jump, scaled Jordan's side and hopped atop her. At five feet high it was a bit of a challenge, but it was only going to get larger from there; better now than never, she reasoned.

Jordan craned her head to the side to look at her friend. "Hi there."

"Hello," she said, standing astride her back. "Now in a few seconds you'll be reaching the six-foot point, whereupon you will weigh nearly three and a half tons."

She looked down her breasts, which were passing "exercise ball" size and heading towards "bean bag." "What about these?"

"Those would be several hundred more pounds. I daresay that Oompa-Loompas must be absurdly strong to do what they do."

"Maybe it's light water," she suggested.

"Light water."

"Yeah. Nuclear reactors use heavy water, right?" Jordan made an attempt to gesture, but thanks to the rounded cone shape her arms were taking on she only managed to wave her forearms slightly. "So they could use light water in this.

Flora stared at the back of her friend's head. "It doesn't work that way."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." Composing herself, she continued. "Now then. What most people don't think of is that expansion isn't linear. It takes more of something to fill something - or someone - as they get larger. For example, with a steady influx of water it would take more time for you to go from seven feet to eight than it would to go from six to seven. Which is why, sometimes..." She nonchalantly pressed a button on the remote. "...you need to speed things up a bit."

From somewhere behind Jordan the pump began humming a bit louder and a second later she felt the nozzle of the hose widen, followed by an increase in the flow of water. Her limbs spread out in an "X"-shape, depriving her of motion as the last of her ass and back smoothed out, becoming one with her belly. From between her breasts she saw the beach grow more distant, but as she grew so did they, threatening to block her view entirely. The round cones of her arms and legs continued to fill, but at nowhere near the pace of the rest of her. "So how big do you need me?" she asked.

"How big do I -need- you?" Flora chuckled before pressing another button.

The nozzle widened further as the pumping continued. Larger and larger Jordan grew; she felt her limbs stretching apart, growing further from her head, her hands and feet sunk into deep dimples at their tips. Her stomach continued to fill in all directions, and the ground disappeared from her sight as her breasts consumed her field of view.

She lay down on Jordan's back, her head by her ear. "I believe you mean, 'how big do I -want- you?'"

"Okay..." she said warily. "How big do you want me?"

She clicked another button. "I thought you'd never ask."

The flow became a torrent, each stroke of the massive pump punctuated by a pulse of fluid surging into her womanhood, making her body tremble and shake. Jordan's growth came in throbs, her skin bulging out another few inches from the force of the water before receding, only to repeat it a second later. She squeezed her eyes shut, moaning in time to the piston's pumping.

"A wonderful place for a hose, isn't it?" Flora whispered. "Just like college, hm?"

"Please..." she panted between the pump's thrusts. "It's too... too hard... too fast..."

"Too hard?" She looked off to the side; despite her size, Jordan was growing fast enough that Flora could see the view change. "Aren't you always the one talking about how -big- you can get?"

Had anyone else been at the beach, they would have seen a giant red water balloon nearly forty feet high with two twenty-foot spheres hanging off the front and four ten-foot cones spread around the top, all fed by a thick hose trailing off into the distance. None would have noticed the head of the "balloon," nor the woman standing on top, but that it was still growing would not have escaped their attention.

Gradually, Jordan became aware of a rising pressure within her. Little by little her skin gave less and less. Even stretched to this size, she could still feel her navel and nipples pop out as her body struggled to continue to contain the sheer volume inside of it. Her cheeks and lips swelled dramatically, muffling her moans and grunts, and she rocked her head back and forth in a desperate attempt to alert her friend to her plight.

Mercifully, Jordan noticed and turned off the pump, standing up and pacing in a circle atop her. "I did the math on this before we started, you know," she said. "Right now you're fifty feet around, not accounting for deformation due to gravity. You are, literally, taller than a four-story office building and larger than the average hot air balloon."

"Th... that's nice..." she grunted, forcing the words through fattened lips.

She stripped off her tank top, exposing her bare breasts. "You hold nearly a half-million gallons of water, roughly equivalent to three-quarters of an Olympic-sized swimming pool, and weigh over two thousand tons. I'm surprised that you didn't sink into the sand by now." Pausing, she inhaled sharply.

"Can we... stop now?"

There was a hollow hiss as Flora blew into her thumb, and her bustline grew a foot in all directions. "Oh, I don't know." Another inhale, another blow. "You looked like you were enjoying yourself." Inhale, blow. "Nonetheless, if you want all of that water out of you, I supposed I can rid you of it the same way I rid myself of all that helium." Inhale, blow.

"As you floated up... it slowly... ngh... leaked out?" She forced a hopeful smile. "Then you... gently drifted back d... back down, perfectly safe?"

Now officially wider than she was tall, Flora squeezed her chest experimentally before leaping off the side of Jordan, her makeshift parachute slowing her fall. "No."

"But-"

The pumping began again, continuing to fill her with water that she couldn't hold. Her skin creaked and she moaned with every thrust, her body filling to the brink as she edged ever closer to the inevitable, one thought repeating itself in time to the pumping: "Gotta come, gotta come, gotta come..."

As the groaning of Jordan's overtaxed form rose to a crescendo she began to tremble, reaching her climax moments before her body reached an explosive climax of its own.