Watery Whitney, Part 2

Whitney smiled as she sped down the highway in her red convertible Sunfire. The top
back, wind in her hair, Whitney shot towards Lindsay's house. She rubbed her still-slightly-
swollen belly. She was a bit stretched out from the previous night’s endeavors. She took a
deep breath of the sea air and wondered what Lindsay would look like after five years. Last
time Whitney had seen her, she was a rather slim dirty blonde haired girl with modest curves.
Her bright green eyes always seemed to shine through the night. Whitney crossed the bridge
to the island that Lindsay lived on and flipped on her right turn signal.

“Damn, I hope I still know how to find the place…”

“WHITNEY! How are you!?”

Lindsay ran up and gave Whitney a hug, her smallish breasts mashing against Whitney
slightly larger ones.

“I’m great! It’s so good to see you after all this time! How’ve you been?”

“Oh, you know, the usual. Why we standing out here? Come on in!!”

Whitney followed Lindsay into the beautiful house sitting right on the beach.
Lindsay’s graduation gift.

“So how’s your job going? Still the old boring grind? I told you, if you ever want to stay with
me until you find something better, you’re welcome to! Jeez! When was the last time we
talked? Was it…no…. it was! Last July! Man, it’s been a long time! Here, have a seat!”

“Yeah, it’s been a long time. Too long!” said Whitney as she planted her bottom on the couch.

“Can I get you something to eat?” asked Lindsay.

“No thanks, but I’ll tell you what. I could REALLY use a nice nap on the beach!” said
Whitney.

“Sure! You can change in the guest bedroom. That’s where you’ll be staying anyway! It’s
over here…”

Five minutes later the two old friends were lounging out in front of Lindsay’s house on her
private beach.

“Ah, it must be nice having your own private beach. And such a nice house!”

“Yeah, daddy has gone out of his way to make sure I lead an easy life. He REFUSES to let
me get a job and support myself!”

“You lucky duck! I wish my parents were loaded.” said Whitney.

“Yeah…well, you can always stay with me!” said Lindsay.

“Well, how bout a quick swim in the ocean?” asked Whitney.

“I’ll beat you there!”

After the long sought after rest and swim, Lindsay and Whitney padded there way
back to the house to get cleaned up and get ready for dinner, chattering the whole way.
Lindsay led Whitney to the shower area behind the house.

“Ill go first cause I gotta prep the dinner.” said Lindsay.

Lindsay hopped into the shower stall, stripping off her bikini top and laying on the
door.

“So how has it been down here this week at the conference?” asked Lindsay.

“Oh you know, the norm. Hanging around, pretending to be interested in some stupid whatnot
after another.”, said Whitney, thinking about the truly interesting thing that had happened the
previous night.

“Sounds like fun.”, said Lindsay with a giggle as she placed her bikini bottoms on the door
next to her top.

“Yeah, and some loud kid’s soccer team was there too, making all kinds of noise through the
night. One of em even threw the fire alarm.”, said Whitney.

“Damn little bastards.”, remarked Lindsay.

Whitney heard the shower shut off, saw an arm reach over the shower wall for a
towel, grab one, and return to the other side from whence it came. A few seconds later, the
shower door opened and out walked Lindsay, towel wrapped around herself.

“I am going to go start dinner. Meanwhile, you shower up! See you inside!” said Lindsay. A
brief turn and she was in the house.

“Well”, thought Whitney, “Let’s shower up, shall we? And maybe try to not end up all
swollen.”

Just the thought was getting her wet.

“Well, here goes nothing.”

Whitney locked the shower door and turned on the water. She undid her bathing suit
top and placed it on a hook by the door. She let the warm water rush over her body. A breeze
swept by giving her a chill and pulled her nipples taught. She reached down and undid her
bottoms. Slowly she pushed them down her legs, removed them, and placed them on the
hook. She washed the sand off her self with the shower. She reached to adjust the shower
head and found it detachable.

“Oh no.”, she thought. Dare she?

She did.

Reaching for the hose she pulled it down and held it close to her breast. The warm
water flowed past her tummy and down her legs. She brought it lower and lower, until finally
she stopped just short of her naughty bits. She hesitated, and then brought it the rest of the
way down to her crotch, gave it a good push, and felt the pressure growing. She opened her
eyes to see her flat belly slowly moving outwards. The heat flowed through her and she
watched her bellybutton push out more and more. She moaned and closed her eyes. Feeling
the warm volleyball sized lump grow more and more and felt and orgasm slowly making its
way from her groin. She started gyrating her hips. More and more she swelled, larger and
larger. She had both hands on the side of her swelling belly, now almost two feet around. She
tweaked her bellybutton and moaned louder.

Suddenly, she heard a door open.

“Hey Whit, you like creamy Italian or regular dressing on your salad?”

Whitney froze in her place, her hot huge belly still growing. She looked down,
placing both hands on the sides of her still swelling gut.

“Uh, I like both….you decide…”

She stood, still swelling, still growing in the stall for another 15 seconds at least.

“Are you almost done in there? You’re taking a long time.”

“Yeah, I’m almost done.”

Her bellybutton touched the wall. Another 15 seconds…

“Okay. You like red wine or white wine?”

“Uh…” Her belly was at least three and a half feet around and almost totally touching the
sides of the stall. Stretch marks started to appear. “White wine is fine.”

“Okay Whit, come in when you’re ready.”

Whitney heard the door close, and quickly turned to her left ( as much as she could
with four feet of belly in her way. ) and tried to turn the knob off. A few sharp turns to the left
and she realized she was going the wrong way. Her belly was tight against the stall walls.
More and more she swelled. She turned the knob the other way, the walls bulging out, and
finally, she got it off. She looked at herself. She must’ve been five feet around, and she had
no idea how she was going to get out of the shower. Bright red stretch marks adorned her
belly. She had no idea how to empty herself. She heard the door open again.

“Whit? You coming? Hey, are you okay?”

“Uh…ye….yeah, I’m fine. I’m just…. nevermind, I’ll be right out.”

“Okay, whatever you say. Just don’t make me come in there and get you!”

As Whitney heard this, the door popped open and the smiling cheery face of her
friend Lindsay appeared. The smile soon changed.

“What the…….what happened?”

“Uh….I…I…”

“Wow, you are HUGE! How are you gonna get out? And where is the shower hose…oh
you! Are you full of water? Can you move?”

What was this? Lindsay seemed more interested than disgusted or scared.

“Uh, yeah…I’m pretty stuck. I can’t reach the hose, and uh…I’m stuck…”

“Yeah…well, there are two options here…have me crawl under there,” pointing to Whitney’s
belly, “and unplug you, or….”

“Or what?” asked Whitney.

“This!” yelled Lindsay

Lindsay reached over Whitney’s expansive belly and turned on the water full blast.
Whitney’s belly lurch in all directions as it swelled. Whitney gasped as her belly pressed more
and more against the sides of the shower stall. The wood started to creak and bend. Whitney
looked at Lindsay, eyes wide open and mouth agape. Lindsay didn't even see her she was
staring too intently at Whitney's burgeoning belly.

Whitney's eyes darted back to her growing problem. Her hands where resting on top of the
huge ball. More and more she swelled, the stall creaking and groaning. Whitney let out a little
gasp as a pang of pleasure emanated from between her legs. She looked at Lindsay, noticing
that her left hand was no where to be seen...

Whitney was distracted by a large pop and crack from the side of the shower. She
whipped her head around just in time to see a large piece of the wall in front of her splinter
outwards. The resulting quake in her belly sent another pang of pleasure up her spine. She so
wished she could reach around her gut to reach her hot wet pussy. Another loud crack was
heard as more of the wall splintered off. Her belly shook with each successive burst. She felt
the water rushing past her clit and into her belly and hitting her on the inside as it filled her.
Her belly was rising up towards her as it grew out. She could see how stretched she was
getting, blue veins clearly visible through the skin. She gave her belly a thump, feeling the
waves roll through her, sending other waves through her crotch. She heard a moan from her
left and turned to see Lindsay franticly bouncing up and down on her own hand. Whitney felt
a sudden lurch, a crack and suddenly she was falling forward. She landed on her belly, her
tight belly catching most of the fall. The sudden pressure from hitting the ground was passed
to her crotch and sides. She reached around her self and pulled out the hose, more in order to
get herself off than anything else. She thrusted a finger into her hot pussy, thrusting in and out.
The feeling was intense, but she wanted more. Another finger joined in the action, and then
another. She had three fingers in her hot twat now and like a piston they pumped in and out.
She felt an orgasm building from the base of her spine. She was bouncing up an down on her
belly, waves of water splashing around inside her. She thrusted faster, and an orgasm like
nothing she had ever imagined tore through her body and made her big belly shake and
shudder. With another roll from her belly, she passed out.

Whitney awoke some time later lying on something cold and hard. She opened her
eyes to see that the sun was setting. She sat up off the cold cement and rubbed her eyes. She
took a long deep breath and looked around her at the damage that she had caused. The
shower stall was completely shattered open and bits and pieces of it lay around her. She
looked down at herself and saw that she still had a bit of a pot belly from the whole experience.
Like she was five or six months pregnant. She slowly stood, feeling the weight of her belly
pulling her down. She placed two hands underneath the bulge and picked it up in her hands.
She gave it a squeeze and then let it fall and hit her thighs.

"Ooph" she said aloud as her swollen belly thwapped against her legs. Again she looked
around and wondered where Lindsay was. She walked to the sidedoor and gave the knob a
turn. She walked into the house and walked into the living room. The house was dark and
quiet. Whitney hit the light switch and looked around.

"Lindsay?" called Whitney. "You in here?"

Silence. Whitney walked into the kitchen. On the stove were two pots, fire burning
underneath. She picked up a potholder and picked off the lid of the larger pot. Inside were
four ears of corn, but no water.

"Hmm." thought Whitney. "Must've boiled off."

She turned off the heat and made her way back into the living room.

"Lindsay...hellllooo??"

Again, no answer. Whitney made her way down the hall, checking all the spare
rooms and closets.

"Lindsay!?! Where are you?"

Whitney made her way down the hall, and soon heard what sounded like someone
washing clothes. She slowly opened the end door and entered the room.

"Lindsay? Are you in here?"

The sound was louder now, but she realized it wasn't like someone washing
clothes...more like, a shower....

Whitney opened the next door to find a giant ball of pink flesh hanging off a bed. To
the side of it hung two almost spherical breasts that had to be at least two feet around each.
Whitney heard a moan from inside the huge mass.

"Lindsay!!" cried Whitney.

Whitney looked down at the floor and saw a hose leading into her huge ball of a
friend and followed it with her eyes to the bathroom. She looked back at the huge belly and
breasts and watch as they slowly continued to grow. She followed the hose into the bathroom
connected to the shower head. She quickly reached down and turned off the water. Whitney
ran back into the room, looking at the giant belly with the huge pushed out belly button that
stuck out just a foot from the ceiling, looking at the two enormous breasts that were trying
their hardest to pull to the floor, huge nipples over a foot around, looking and the way the bed
was being pushed into the floor, and looking at the way her friend was feebly trying to move.
Whitney ran to her friends side.

"Lindsay! Lindsay are you okay? Can you hear me?" yelled Whitney.

"Hwep.....I cwant mooof. Im stoockf in hereeef. " cried the muffled voice.

Whitney tried to think what she should do. She ran to the other side of her friend and
tried to lift one breast out of the way, but it must've weighed about thirty or forty pounds and
there was no way she could. Then she had an idea.

"Lindsay honey? I'm gonna try to turn you over to your side, okay?" said Whitney.

"Ma poomf, moof moof!" came a voice from under the spheres.

"Uh....I'll take that as a yes" said Whitney.

She positioned her self on one side of Lindsay and pushed with all her might. Lindsay
barely budged. Again she threw her self at the mass. Still, nothing. There was no way that
she was gonna be able to move the enormous girl. Hrumph. Whitney walked back around to
Lindsay’s other side. She tried to remember how she had emptied herself those two times she
was inflated. She remembered it was always while she was asleep...was that it? No wait....it
was always after....she....orgasmed.

"Uh......Lindsay honey? I'm gonna try to deflate you....uh.....but there's one thing....I'm
ah.........gonna have to get you off......so......."

"Mff MFFFF! Malumpf!" was the reply.

"Oh well," thought Whitney. "Here goes nothing."

Whitney walked back around to the other side of Lindsay, wondering where to start.
There was to access to her crotch...so she guessed the only erogenous zone was....her breasts.
Whitney stared at the large melon. She placed her right hand on one side of it. It was tight to
the touch. She gave it a poke, and heard a startled squeak from inside the mound of flesh. She
started to rub circles around her friend’s areola with her finger. As she went around and
around, she opened her hand up a bit, and placed her palm flat down against it. She took her
left hand and gave the nipple a squeeze. As her right hand continued to rub circles around her
friend’s large, dark areola, her other hand continued to knead and squeeze the nipple itself.
Whitney realized that this was starting to turn her on. She knew she wasn't a lesbian....so what
the hell? She told herself it must've been that she was imagining the huge breast to be here
own...yeah, that was it she told herself. More and more she traced circles around the areola,
her left hand kneading the nipple furiously. She pushed in on the nipple, and was rewarded
with a trickle of water.

"Ah!" she thought. "A start!"

Harder and faster she traced around the base of the nipple, pushing more and more.
The small drip soon turned into a small stream, trickling down Lindsay's breast. And then,
without warning, Whitney wrapped her mouth around the huge nipple. She sucked and
pressed on the sides as hard as she could, eyes closed, imagining she was a small child drinking
from her mother’s breast. The small stream turned into a larger one, water rushing into
Whitney's mouth. She swallowed as fast as her mouth filled. She swallowed and swallowed
and swallowed. Soon the flow stopped. She opened her eyes to see that the breasts had
shrunk to be about the size of a grapefruit, and was no longer emitting water. She saw half of
Lindsay’s face, the other hand obscured by the other large breast.

"Don't stop", moaned Lindsay, "Please....don’t stop."

Whitney stood, finding that the water had indeed filled her. She now looked nine
months pregnant, her belly huge and tight. She waddled to Lindsay’s other side and started
milking the other breast. Water spewed out of the nipple and into Whitney's waiting mouth.
She sucked and swallowed and sucked and swallowed, feeling her belly grow tighter and
tighter. A few minutes later, and that breast was empty, but Whitney was far from it. She
looked ready to deliver triplets. She hugged her huge tight belly.

"Whitney....oh....GOD....I'm so close to cumming! Don't stop!!" cried Lindsay.

Whitney waddled over to the end of the bed. She pushed on Lindsay's huge belly ina
a vain attempt to move it out of the way. She found a small space at the base of the bed and
slipped her head in. She found Lindsay's crotch, and started licking. Up above her, Lindsay
bucked and moaned under her giant gut. She felt an orgasm growing in her. And few more
licks, and she was right on the edge of it...and again...lick, lick, lick...and she was over. She
came like she never came before, and the water started spilling out of her with only one way to
go....Whitney's mouth. The water gushed out of Lindsay and into Whitney. Whitney felt her
belly growing and swelling, pushing into the floor and lifting her up into the air. She was being
suspended now with no way to get out of Lindsay’s crotch, and soon, she was lifted right out.
She hung in the air now, looking down at her friend. Lindsay's breasts were almost empty, but
her belly was still almost two and a half feet around. Lindsay brought a hand to her chest.

"Wow" said Lindsay. "I'll never look at a shower the same way again!"