Water Weight
by
DrEnlarge
copyright 1996
        
        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
miscroscopic granular of what Bernie laughingly called "hard water" would
rehydrate into 1 cup of the liquid stuff.  All it took was one drop of water to
set the chemical chain reation into motion.
        Behind him, a really cute girl emerged from the end of the escalator.  Her
redish-brown hair swayed gently in the afternoon breeze.  Bernie turned and saw
her 5'1 figure walking 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 commutor 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.  Embarressed, he continued on 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 assesing 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 that the vial had landed on.
There
was a bit of the dust there, but hardly enough to account for the amount he'd
lost.  As the train began to slowly pull away, he wondered what would
happen when
the custodial personel 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 desperatly 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 couldnt' believe he was missing an opertunity like this.  From this day
forward he swore to never leave the apartment without a hundred Kleenex stashed
on him.
        "No...I'm sorry Miss...I don't seem to have one," Bernie replied with 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 had a hint of make-up on them 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 embarressed that he turned his head and thocked it against
the
support bar he was standing next to.  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 embarressment, he realised
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
contimplated human interaction with the powder yet!  It's 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 40ish 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 tatooed
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 glaicer of woman a 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 it's
nature had sunk in.  The growth meant that it was reacting with the water in
her body, but just how much reaction there was to be made Bernie nervous.
He tried to mentally 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 look through it he manuevered 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 new 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 6 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 spectical.  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 of 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 gage how fast she was growing.  As he stared, he actually saw her boob
inflate wider and fuller, stretching her v-neck 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 aross 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 grimmaced a bit.  The sweater
really looked tight on her now.  Her midrift 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 croud.  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 croud quieted, 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 cover 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 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 areola were as wide as a plate now and they looked
very taught.  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 probablly let loose a
torrent of...whatever's blowing her up. I'm a doctor and althought 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 either 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 collossal chest bounced angerly, 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 mammeries flowing out from under it.  The floor must have
been cold, cause 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 gotten an idea just as the girl
screamed and writhed on the ground, almost coming 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.
        "Nevermind 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 seperate her cleavage and bit
and let that girl reach her clit!" the doctor ordered. The croud didn't move,
they had no where 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 breath!
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 croud
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 dissappeared 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 croud.  A small
scream was let out, probablly 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 mammeries 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 into the boobs from hell hard.
        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 murmered 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!" someone
in the back yelled.  A tinkle of glass later and everyone felt the train slow.
Bernie felt the huge breast infront of him as it slowly deflated.  The girl was
still moaning and shrieking...apparently she was still climaxing with all this
activity going on to get body.  Bernie felt the nipple receed 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 orgasm
shrieks.  Then...
        "Ohgod ohgod ohGod OhGOD!" the girl cried. "It's not stopping!
I'm...uuhhhhh.." she cried between exstasy filled groans.  "I still
feel....*gasp*...feel it blowing ....uhhhh...blowing my tits up!"
        Bernie noticed right away that her huge nipple and shiny areloa, distorted
so much that it was the size of a trash can lid and barely noticible, was
indeed no receeding 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, uhhhhhwhy am I not bursting?!?"
        The girl's boobs swelled dangerously bigger, reaching the point that Bernie
noticed when they stopped and then past it.  He 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 staggared rate and start growing forward.  In mear
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 burried itself in his chest.
        "Oh god, I'm clogging her nipple!" a man said from Bernie's left.  Just
then, Bernie's waterflow 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 cataclysimic 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 quite.  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 and 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 10 people or so, looked back at the doorway to see two huge areola and
nipples thrusting themselves out the doorway, filling it entirely.  Bernie, one
person 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 30 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'd gotten down to a managable
side, the entire track was flooded and clean-up crews were arriving on the
screen.  Bernie walked over to her side as they picked her up after her final
waking orasm.  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 exsausted smile was melted on her face and the paramedics
strapped her into the gurnie 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 exsausted.
 He walked towards the beconning 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.