Rachel wrinkled her nose at the white package set on the desk in front of her. She had joined this class because it was supposed to be easy, not because she wanted to pretend that a five-pound bag of sugar was a baby and carry it around for a week. The class' teacher, Mrs. Freedthorow, was telling the class to make the bag look like a baby, and passing around markers to do it with.
Rachel looked around. Some of the other girls there were drawing faces on their bags, and feet and hands, as if they really cared. Rachel shook her head and drew a smiley face on hers with a black marker. "This is so stupid."
The bell rang and everyone began to get up to go. Rachel snuck the sugar-bag into her backpack, "Mrs. Freedthorow will never know, I'll just leave it at home all week." Rachel got on the bus and rode it home.
When she got to her house she thew her bag on the table. It was such a nice day outside that she decided to go out and sit in the hammock out back, with a nice glass of ice-tea. Rachel made herself up a glass, and began to hunt around the kitchen for some sugar to sweeten it with. None, there wasn't any in the kitchen. Rachel sighed, her mom always forgot to buy stuff, great, no sugar.
Then Rachel got an idea, she went over to her school bag and opened it, and there was that stupid five-pound bag of sugar. She picked it up and read the label. "SUGAR, pure cane with some natural additives. Grade F."
"Grade "F"? Great, I hope this stuff doesn't make me sick." She said as she carefully opened one corner of the bag. That way she could close it up, and Mrs. Freedthorow wouldn't be the wiser. Rachel spooned out some of the sugar into her glass, got some ice from the freezer, and went outside.
The warm sun shone down on her and she had to squint when she went out. Rachel crossed her yard to the hammock and climbed in. She took a sip of her tea, and set it down to rest on the ground while she closed her eyes to enjoy the sun. She furrowed her brows and thought, "Boy that tea was sweet, I guess that was some pretty expensive sugar."
But the sweetness soon turned to a fuzzy feeling in her mouth; the sensation grew and moved from her mouth down her throat and into her body. The fuzziness grew and concentrated in her chest. Rachel sat up and looked around, "What is going on here, was that sugar bad?"
Then Rachel heard a sound, she listened carefully. It sounded almost like someone was pouring sand. As she sat in the hammock and listened to that strange sound, she began to feel that the fuzziness was going away, but a new sensation was growing in her chest, a sort of stretching feel, like something was pushing on her skin from the inside. She looked down at the T-shirt she was wearing beneath her overalls; something under her shirt was swelling! Two round globes began to appear on her chest and she felt her bra tightening up around them. The bra began to strain itself against her back and breasts, but Rachel was enjoying it, it felt so good!
Rachel heard a "Pop!" as the bra gave up to her growing mammary, now the T-shirt was being inflated out like there were balloons under them, Rachel looked down in amazement; they were getting huge now. Her breasts were now the size of melons and began to strain against the front straps of her overalls. Rachel watched as her breasts continued to grow, billowing out around the sides of the straps, pressing on them with ever-increasing force. Rachel let her head fall back to the hammock from pleasure and her breasts exploded out of her overalls, sending the metal clasps flying through the air. Rachel looked down at the two massive swells on her chest; they were dented, as if retaining the mark of the overall-strap in them. Rachel watched as they filled out and rounded again, it reminded her of one of those stress-balls that were filled with sand.
"Oh shit!" Rachel realized, "My boobs are filling with sugar!"
The sounds of sugar pouring increased and her boobs filled up even faster than before, tightening her T-shirt to the breaking point. And how heavy they were, they were near the size of globes now and must have weighed 30 pounds each, Rachel was being pulled forward by their weight. At last Rachel's shirt gave up and her boobs burst free of it in a shower of cloth. The movement created sent Rachel flying from the hammock and onto the ground below. Rachel landed with a scratchy grinding noise on top of her breasts and they squished down almost flat. Rachel strained against their weight to roll over and her breasts rounded back out and continued to grow, their weight forcing Rachel to sit up and support them on her knees. Finally when they had reached the size of over-filled beach balls, her boobs stopped growing and left Rachel alone. Rachel tried to make sense out of what had happened, that was when she noticed that the sounds of pouring sugar had started again.
Rachel braced herself and watched her breathtaking boobs, waiting to see them grow again. But hey didn't and Rachel noticed that the sound of sugar wasn't coming from her tits, but from her stomach.
A wave of pleasure swept over Rachel forcing her flat on her back with her 50-pound tits waving about on top. She felt her stomach forcing against her overalls, straining them. She heard the buttons pop, and the fabric tear as her belly began to expand out towards the heavens. Rachel forced her head up and looked between her tits at her inflating tummy. It grew out beyond her stomach, and continued to expand. It passed the size of a beanbag chair, nearly to the size of a car, then it stopped. Rachel was left sitting completely naked except for her panties, with breasts the size of beach balls, and her stomach stretched out to the size of a caravan.
Rachel panted and tried to move, but couldn't with nearly a ton of sugar in her body. It was then that she noticed a strange feeling, a warmth between her legs, she kicked off her panties with her legs, as the warmth grew to a burning of ecstasy.
She began to moan with pleasure as she felt something force its way out of her hot clit, and onto the lawn, she looked up to see a five-pound bag of sugar with a face drawn on it lying on the lawn, smiling at her.
Rachel felt her boobs begin to lactate, and liquid sugar started dripping down her mountainous tits. Again that hot sensation returned and she felt herself giving wild birth to another bag of sugar. As her excitement and pleasure grew, she began to lactate faster, globs of sugar ran down her huge hooters, and bags of sugar roared out of her hot pussy.
Rachel gave hot sexy birth to bags of sugar for an hour, and when she was done she was lying naked in a pool of liquid sugar, piles of sugar-bags heaped around her each with a happy face drawn on it. Her breasts and stomach had emptied and returned to their normal size, Rachel panted as the pleasure slowly went away.
Rachel turned her head and looked at the nearly full glass of ice-tea by the hammock. Slowly she reached for the glass...