Unexplained Expansion 3: A Day on the Lake

Lizzie floats on the lake.

Elizabeth Stanton was sprawled idly across her rubber dinghy on the lake. It was hot. On a midsummer afternoon like this in Cape Cod, it was about as hot as it gets in New England. Lizzie was alone on the lake, which actually wasn’t even a lake. It was a kettle pond, formed by a glacier thousands of years ago. There were many such ponds on the Cape, but this one was more secluded than the rest. There were few houses that had access to it. It wasn’t a large pond at all, and it was almost perfectly circular. It was fed by an underground spring, and was consequently cooler and fresher than most ponds. It also wasn’t filled with pond scum, and the water was so clear you could see to the bottom in ten feet of water on a sunny, cloudless day like this.

Lizzie felt the sweat trickle down her face as the sun beat down relentlessly on her and her small inflatable yellow raft. She reached into the water over the side and splashed some on herself to keep cool. The feeling was incredibly refreshing. The raft belonged to her family, which was currently at the beach with the rest of the summer tourists. Lizzie, sick of the multitudinous crowds, had opted to stay here and bask in the sun by herself. Now she was probably the only one around for miles. Everyone else was at the beach. This was a great idea, she thought to herself.

Lizzie suddenly felt a soft bump as the dinghy collided with a rock that jutted from the water. She had let the warm Cape breeze carry her to the edge of the pond, and now was in the shallows again. She sluggishly sat up and began to slowly paddle back out to the center of the pond. Ripples slowly spread out from the moving raft into the lake, disturbing the still water. She felt as if she was the only person in the world at that moment, and it wasn’t a bad feeling.

Upon reaching the center of the lake, Lizzie again reclined across the raft, offering her body to the sun. If the sun were a man, it would have enjoyed the view. Lizzie’s body was hard to ignore. She was slim and fit, and her features were well proportioned; that is to say, she had a beautiful bod. Her face was equally angelic, and her blond hair looked like it came straight out of a shampoo ad. Her smooth, taught skin barely burned in the hot sun, courtesy of Hispanic genetics handed down from her mother’s side. Instead, she got a perfect, even tan, which accentuated her already attractive features. For Lizzie, life was good.

All of a sudden, the silence of the lake (apart from the cicadas in the woods at the edge) was pierced by a new sound; a soft hiss of air. Lizzie heard the sound and sat up, thinking perhaps the raft had sprung a leak. It wouldn’t be the end of the world if the boat sunk – she could easily swim back to shore – but it would put a damper on her day. She moved around the boat, trying to listen for the place where the hiss was coming from. However, the noise remained even wherever she moved. It didn’t change in pitch or in volume. Confused, she checked again, but there didn’t seem to be any one place where the sound was coming from. That was strange. It sounded close by, but where could it come from if not from the raft?

As she pondered this, Lizzie felt the straps of her string bikini digging into her shoulders. She looked down, momentarily distracted from the noise by the discomfort. What she saw was equally as confusing as the unidentified sound. It seemed that her boobs were bulging out of the top. She adjusted it, but it didn’t do much. Her breasts seemed too large for the top no matter what she did for it. I could have sworn this fit this morning. What was stranger even than that was that, as Lizzie watched, her top seemed to be…moving. She left it alone for a bit and watched it, all the while the hissing sound in the background. And as she watched, her top did indeed move, but not of its own accord; it seemed her breasts were pushing it outward. Along with this sight came the feeling of the top getting even tighter. “What the hell…” said Lizzie, and rightfully so, for it seemed to her that her breasts were, against all laws of reality, growing before her eyes.

Lizzie placed a tentative hand on each breast and cupped it. Both were noticeably larger than the C-cups they had been earlier. Already they were more than a handful each. And the growth wasn’t stopping. In addition to this, Lizzie also noticed two other things: 1. that her boobs felt strangely rubbery and 2. That the hissing sound continued all this time. She began to wonder is the sound was not coming from the raft, but from her. As in, her breasts were growing like to balloons attached to helium tanks, and making the appropriate sounds. Am I...inflating? She thought in wonder.

This thought was suddenly interrupted by another: she was in the middle of a lake, and there was nobody to help her with her predicament, whatever it was. Also, she didn’t want any neighbors to find her in this state. She picked up the paddle and began to row towards the shore, with some urgency, as the growth had not slowed down. Unfortunately, she discovered something else about this strange situation: her breasts were so large that it was becoming hard to paddle. They were already at least the size of grapefruits, and she had to change her paddling style to compensate.

Her bikini top, not designed to stretch to any degree, was fighting a losing battle with Lizzie’s expanding bust. Her breastflesh bulged around the sides of the fabric and the interconnecting strings. Small rips started to appear in the straps, and were helped along by Lizzie’s paddling motions. As they expanded past cantaloupe size, suddenly one strap gave up. The garment fell to the side, and Lizzie looked down as her growing boobs became naked and visible to the world. Fortunately for her, there was nobody around. But that also meant nobody could help her.

Lizzie’s paddling began to become more frantic. She was only 50 yards from shore, but her progress was being slowed by her boobs, in that she had to reach around them to paddle. Because of this, she only got the tip of the paddle in. As she rowed it closer to shore, Lizzie suddenly became aware of a peculiar sensation, one of…lightness. She had noticed that her massive bust wasn’t weighing her down at all, but now she realized that it was doing just the opposite. It seemed to make her feel lighter, almost as if it were filled with helium. “Oh God!” Lizzie screamed, as she realized that that was exactly what was happening.

All this time, her boobs were growing steadily larger. They pushed outwards without any regard for the laws of physics and reality. Fortunately, Lizzie felt no pain. Her skin seemed to have infinite stretchiness, and the air that filled her didn’t hurt her. In fact, if she had stopped to simply feel its effects, the sensation would have been pleasurable…like champagne bubbling inside her chest. But she was too scared and confused to enjoy it. Against her will, her breasts expanded, without explanation. They had soon surpassed the size of regulation volleyballs, sticking prominently out from her chest like they were balloons attached to some hidden brace. That was an accurate description, as they were basically just balloons, being filled with air from an unknown source. The effect was that they created cleavage without any top, and they were almost perfect spheres.

Meanwhile, her strokes became more and more irregular. She had to reach under her massive bosom in order to paddle, and it was by no means easy. She was barely moving at all now, but the intensity of her paddling proceeded to splash water everywhere. There was now only about 25 yards separating her and the shore. About the length of a swimming pool. Lizzie was desperate to get to the shore before she grew unable to move at all. Also, at the back of her mind, was a question which she was afraid to ask: What if I float away?

Sick with panic, Lizzie abandoned her futile efforts to paddle to shore. She wasn’t moving fast enough. So, instead, she jumped into the water to swim to shore, which she instantly realized was a bad idea. Being as they were filled with air, and helium at that, her boobs floated on top of the water like twin beachballs, which they were approximating in size. And because they were attached to Lizzie’s chest, they severely limited her vision and maneuverability in the water. She tried to get on top of them, but their buoyancy made her simply flip around in the water. She reemerged sputtering and decided that she would just have to swim differently. Doing an awkward front crawl movement, Lizzie slowly made her way to the shore.

As if whatever was causing this phenomenon had sensed her proximity to shore, and didn’t like it, the wind suddenly started to pick up. No mere ocean breeze anymore, this wind hit Lizzie with a powerful force, pushing her towards the center of the lake. She felt as her movement towards the shore slowed, then stopped. Even as she continued paddling, the wind was pushing her enough to make her movements futile. It didn’t help that her inflated boobs (now larger than yoga balls) were acting like sails. Lizzie panicked even more, and paddled with renewed vigor. She couldn’t see where the shore was over her massive mammaries, but she knew that she was close. Her feet reached downwards into the water, searching for sand to stand on.

Finally, with only 10 yards to go, Lizzie found solid ground with a tiptoe. However, as soon as she found it, she lost it again. It was then that Lizzie realized just how light her breasts were becoming. Her feet had lost contact with the ground because she was becoming lighter. She had to continue swim so that she could find shallower water, as she was higher in the water than usual. But even as she thrashed desperately, Lizzie felt the waterline moving slowly down her back as she became higher and higher in the water. She was fighting a losing battle with her boobs, which had now expanded nearly to the size of beanbag chairs.

Lizzie’s efforts got her into some very shallow water, and she almost made it, despite the wind and her inflating breasts. She reached waist-deep water and her feet found strong purchases on the ground. Pushing her legs and using her arms, she waded through the water as fast as she could; reaching the knee-deep water, until a particularly strong burst of wind suddenly surged into her. This time, it forcibly pushed her several yards into the pond, and now there was no going back. Because Lizzie was still knee-deep in water, even though it was waist-high.

“NOOO!!” Lizzie shouted aloud as her legs were ever so slowly lifted out of the water, and the shoreline receded before her eyes. She thrashed her legs and screamed and tried to swim through the air back to land, to safety, but to no avail. She was helpless as the wind plucked her from the pond like a beautiful water lily albeit one that had weather-balloon sized breasts. For a brief moment, actually, the soles of Lizzie’s feet were the only parts of her body touching the water, and for a few second she was literally walking on water. Then the moment was gone, and Elizabeth Stanton ascended into the sky.