Nature's Helper
by DrEnlarge@aol.com
The stitches down the side were halfway torn now, growing longer as her 55FF form grew more prominent


c 1994

     Kristine Saunders sauntered into the cooking class, books cradled
next to her torso.  Curly blond hair brushed over most of her back as she
ascended into the stool across from Dean.  His eyes traced a path slowly
from her supple legs to her button nose.  Cheerleader, prom queen, girl
friend of the biggest jock in school: how could Steve not want to have
this women be the first guinea pig for his experiment? 
     Steve Black found his goal in life very early.  After seeing girls
age and mature around him as puberty set in, he found himself wondering
how Mother Nature told the body where to put all the advancements?  And
even more pressing, what made her say "stop?"  In his opinion, there were
many young women out there who needed a few more inches of space between
the lettering of their t-shirts.  He never even dreamed of the possibility
that women would not want a bigger chest. 
     After pining over the medical books during his junior and senior year
in high school, Dean had found some possible answers to rearranging the
body's placement of nutrients.  Certain drugs had been attributed to
accelerated breast growth, along with other side effects.  These side
effects had to be countered, though, in order to get the desired results. 
     Steve had always been teased because his father was a druggist.  Now
that was going to work for him.  Working with his fathers pharmacological
computer program, he had added drugs into the equation that might
counteract the negative effects and even speed up the one positive effect
he was looking for.  But he always hit a theoretical wall: what should
trigger the growth?  Fatty foods could cause higher blood pressure.  High
sugar content might burn off too quickly.  It had to be something easy. 
     The answer struck him while watching Oprah one afternoon.  Water
weight gain was the subject.  Bloating of the female body during
menstruation!  Dean fed a drug into the equation that was the exact
opposite of the ones women used to fight off water retention.  The result:
A drug that would emulate the body's call for change during the height of
puberty, using water as the catalyst and fuel source.  Dean dubbed it
'Nature's Helper'. 
     As a test, Steve put just a trace of the powdered substance into a
co- workers sandwich at his job.  Working for the local movie theater
turned out to be exciting that day.  Just minutes after eating her lunch,
the girl was constantly downing 12 ounce cups of water.  Steve watched
closely for any signs of discomfort or any other malady, but she just
continued her duties, periodically taking long sips from her drink.  Being
only 13, the girl was surprised at the end of the day when her uniform
seemed a bit too snug in some areas, even becoming concerned that she'd
shrunk it somehow in the wash. 
     Steve had been elated!  The girl had reacted favorably to the drug,
but Steve found there to be a problem already: the water retention ratio
was too low.  For all the water the girl drank, she should have been
sporting a much heavier chest.  Steve had gone back to the computer and
found that in his haste to make the final product, he'd miscalculated an
amount.  And as he'd continued his observations of the girl for two weeks,
he was happy to discover no other miscalculations or misguided events had
occurred.  The girl had "budded" just slightly, and it seemed to be
staying.  Now he was ready. 
     "Today class, we will be making sugar cookies.  You'll find your
ingredients sitting underneath your counters, so go ahead and begin
preparing," Mrs. Cumerine sang as she power-walked in, around and out of
the room.  Being that this was the first class of the day, Mrs. Cumerine
rarely stopped her exercise to begin teaching.  27 years of teaching
baking had done horrors for her figure, and last year she had begun
fighting back. 
     Steve looked about him.  Thirty students filled the brightly lit
room.  Two other males had been enrolled in the class, but they had signed
on to get an easy "A."  Mrs. Cumerine had made them consider otherwise
when they'd made a bong out of a cucumber the second day of class.  Being
the only male in the class, Steve had gotten many jibes from the other
students.  He now grinned, knowing the situation could not have been
better. 
     As the class began to take the ingredients from their shelves, Steve
hoped that no one would notice the slightly bluish tint to the sugar.  As
he glanced around, none of the girls seemed to notice anything peculiar. 
None had even noticed the lids to some of the sugar containers were
missing.  When he replaced half of the sugar with his drug early this
morning, he'd done it without the aid of lights and had misplaced some
lids.  Now, everything was going as planned. 
     A half hour crawled by as the women clanked their preparatory dishes
in the sinks, only moderately washing them.  Soon timers went off and the
girls rushed to their ovens to procure their cookies.  Mrs. Cumerine heard
the noise and power-walked in again just long enough to see the results of
the class.  After scanning the entire room's trays, she quickly waddled
away from the room again to finish another lap around the school before
the period was over.  She hadn't even noticed that Steve didn't prepare a
tray.  He just sat on his stool in a daze with a huge smile on his face:
the girls were eating the cookies! 
     Steve's heart raced.  Holly Singleton, the skinniest girl in the
class, had just nibbled on a cookie and was getting a glass of water.  As
she tilted her head back and drained the glass, Steve began to sport a
rather quick boner.  Showtime! 
     Holly set down her glass and began to clean up around her area.  As
Steve stared at her, he noticed her white sweater begin to show more
"meat."  Her breasts were growing, and none too slowly either.  In a short
10 seconds, Holly had gone from an A-cup to almost a C-cup.  Then they'd
stop growing.  Steve figured that from the little amount of water she'd
drank that the ratio of water to growth was very high.  He grinned. 
Another girl was taking a sip of water. 
     Heather Greer was an overweight girl with an nice smile.  She downed
about half a cup of water and began copying down a recipe.  Her V-necked
sweater gave Steve a first-hand view of the top of her tits as they began
to swell outward.  With each breath her bosom seemed to heave a bit more. 
Soon, her 36 inch bust had grown to almost 40 inch, but Heather was so
rapped up in her book that she'd only adjusted the side of her bra
slightly during their expansion. 
     Steve noticed out the corner of his eye that Holly's head snapped
back quickly from her duties.  He averted his eyes from her as Holly
quickly scanned the room, looking desperately around to see if anyone was
noticing what she was noticing; her bigger boobs.  Thinking that no one
was watching her, she slyly moved her arm across her chest, and her eyes
grew very wide.  Steve wondered what was going through her mind, now that
she'd noticed her new ampleness.  To Steve's dismay, Holly turned a pale
white and quickly left the room. 
     "Well shit, " Steve grumbled.  "I can't have that happen.  What if
they all leave?"  Steve got up slowly, noticing happily that Kristine was
munching down cookies and filling a sport jug with water.  As he walked
through the room, he watched as most of the girls began to scarf down
cookies and reach for their glasses. 
     'It must be making them thirsty,' Steve thought.  He quickened his
pace and headed to the only door in the room.  He closed the door behind
him as Kristine began to suck greedily on the straw from her sport jug. 
Steve pushed the button in to lock the door, then jammed the button into
the locked position with a knife, breaking the knife into the knob so that
no one could get in or out.  With that done, he returned to his seat to
watch the show. 
     Steve swallowed hard as he listened to the slurping sound that meant
Kristine had drained her 32 oz jug of water.  He didn't even notice that a
dozen other girls were lifting glasses of water to their lips as he
watched Kristine begin to fill her jug up a second time!  She almost lay
onto of the counter, stretching out to reach the faucet.  Her blue sweater
bulged nicely already, pushing the row of white buttons down her front out
from her torso a good couple of inches.  Being the most busty of the
class, she was going to be a real sight. 
     "Jill, how are you doing that?" one girl asked across the room.  She
and a few others were staring at a short cutie decked out in a green
tank-top, which was starting to show a bit more of Jill then usual. 
     "What are you talking about?"  quipped Jill as her eyes followed
their stare.  Having not worn a bra due to her femin-nazi belief of
bras=male dominance, Steve could see her bust swelling.  She grabbed
herself in panic, almost doubling over in shock. 
     "Oh my god!  They're...they're growing!" she screamed.  Jill lifted
away the top of her tank-top to get a good look at herself.  When she let
her shirt fall back into place, Steve could see that her nipples were
standing erect on her enlarging mammaries. 
     "You're not kidding around?" asked another girl.  Jill shot her a
look that made her believe she wasn't.  "But how?" 
     "I don't know how.  They just are."  Jill gasped, in awe of her more
feminine self.  "Someone get some help, please!" she begged. 
     "I'll go get Mrs...oh no!" Melinda Turner cried, noticing that her
cheerleader sweater was moving out from her body, stretching apart the
letters.  "It's happening to me too!" she yelped as she pushed her palms
hard into her breasts, trying to stem the growth. 
     "What's going on?" cried one girl.  Steve turned to see that the girl
was jiggling the door knob, trying to exit the room.  "It won't open!" 
Her effort doubled as she noticed through her skin tight body suit that
she too was starting to grow.  With each furious jiggle of the door
handle, her bosom quivered more and more. 
     Heather, the heavy set girl, was now fully aware of her problems as
her attention pulled from the other girls and to her own knockers.  By
now, she'd grown to about a 44DD, pulling her V-neck out further then
normal, her ample cleavage squeezing out the opening.  She grabbed the
bottom of her sweater and pulled it outward, trying to give her expanding
tits more room to grow.  Then, her growth stopped. 
     "I'm getting huge!" Jill sobbed over the din of the other girls. 
Indeed, her tank-top was filled nicely with a firm pair of 40D.  She
almost got up to head for the locked door when her growth too stopped. 
     "I think they've stopped,"  Jill and Heather said almost in tandem. 
By now, most of the other girls were blooming new bosoms, or staring at
their new growth. 
     "We're locked in!" the girl at the door reported, walking slowly so
the buttons on her distended body suit didn't bust off.  "Someone broke
the lock." 
     The whole room turned to look at Steven. 
     "Why are you looking at me?"  Steve grinned.  "It's not like I could
do this." 
     "You're a male.  You could do anything," Jill accused, pointing to
her bouncing bosom.  "This does not look like a trick a women would pull." 
     "Why hasn't Kristine grown?" one girl noticed.  They turned to look
at Kristine.  Her supple lips still tugging away at her second water
bottle, she'd barely come up for air during the whole ordeal.  She
shrugged her shoulders. 
     "Like she needs too," one girl whispered.  "She still bigger then
most of us anyway." 
     "She's been drinking this whole time.  Maybe the water stops it!"
another girl stammered, breathing shallow so her swelling boobs would not
break through her laced-up shirt. 
     Wetting their lips, the girls raced to the faucets, turning them on
full blast and thrusting glasses and even bowls under the cool water. 
Steve's eyes grew like a child's before Christmas.  Kristine saw this and
inhaled one final tug on her sport's jug, again creating the "all done"
slurp. 
     "You did do this, didn't you?"  Kristine giggled.  "I know you like
big chests, Steven.  I see you staring at mine all the time.  Thanks for
not doing it to me, by the way.  Mine are big enough already," she
grinned. 
     Steve slyly smiled at Kristine.  "But I didn't want you to feel left
out..." 
     Kristine's head cocked to one side as she looked at Steve.  Then,
Steve and the girl sitting next to Kristine heard what sounded like her
stomach rumbling, except fairly loud.  Her eyes rolled upward as she
clasped her stomach, burping as she did. 
     "Oh no, Steve, you didn't?" she asked half-smiling. 
     "Holy shit, Kristine," the girl said, finishing her glass of water. 
"You better drink some more water.  You're too big as is." 
     Kristine stood up from her stool, hands still holding her stomach. 
Her 45DDs quivered slightly under her sweater as her stomach still
rumbled.  "Pressure.  oh...the pressure," she sighed.  Then her whole body
shook once and her eyes shot down to her front.  Her sweater, tight as it
was already, began to get tighter. 
     "Kristine is blowing up!" the girl said.  "Someone help her!"  The
girl looked at Kristine large chest grow even larger and decided against
giving up her next glass of water and began chugging it herself. 
     "Oh Steve..." she gasped.  "Stop them.  I'm big enough...already." 
She pushed them upward slightly, testing the weight.  Steve heard the
fabric already began to stretch as he watched the buttons begin to fold
into her elongating cleavage.  Her sweater pushed from her body far enough
to pop the end of it from her jeans. 
     "Oh shit! " Jill remarked, water dribbling from her mouth.  "I'm
growing again!"  The others turned and looked.  Jill's tits were enlarging
again, her melon-flesh beginning to ooze from the arm holes of the too
tight tank-top. 
     "If the water doesn't stop it, then..." one girl questioned, then
dropped her glass in the sink in terror.  The rest of the girls did the
same, eyes scanning each other for signs of new growth.  They didn't wait
long. 
     "You male pig!" Jill screamed, causing a small tear in the middle of
her shirt when she inhaled.  Her hands shot to the front to stop the tear
from growing. 
     "Steve..."  Kristine smirked.  She pointed to her ballooning boobs,
which jiggled slightly as her bra ruptured with a snap inside her sweater. 
"Can you stop this?"  Her tits were about 46E now, her sweater tighter
then a second skin at this point.  Steve shrugged and smiled.  "Why?" 
     "You are going to pay for this, Steve," she said in a mock anger. 
She leaned over and tried to take some of the pressure off her back, but
ended up sitting Indian-style on the ground instead.  As she got
comfortable, the first of many of her sweater buttons popped off, making a
little gap of tit flesh appear. 
     "I'm getting bigger and bigger!" Jill yelled.  Steve scanned the room
and saw Jill fighting desperately to hold her tearing shirt together.  One
girl in overall's left shoulder strap ruptured, letting her boob spill
out.  Another girl with suspenders on was watching in awe as her tits
pushed them further out from her body.  Her nipple was almost the width of
the suspender now. 
     "Kristine!" her friend stammered.  "Look at your boobs!  They're
going to explode!"  She watched as Kristine grinned and shut her eyes. 
Gripping both sides of her breasts, she pulled back on her sweater
material, causing a rapid fire popping noise as five more buttons flew
off.  Steve could see her lifeless bra sliding into the opening as her
billowing watermelon-sized breasts expanded bigger.  "You're enormous!" 
     "You're not too small yourself," Kristine grunted, eyeing her
friend's 48DDs as they mashed themselves into her tearing cheerleader
sweater.  Steve couldn't even read the entire school name now that her
boobs were pulling the letters further and further apart. 
     Steve listened as the women moaned and gasped in astonishment.  He
could here stitches around the room begin to rip and tear as the class
writhed around the room, trying to hold back their ballooning tits.  The
red- head with the suspenders gave up and stood up straight, causing an
instant foot long tear in her t-shirt and quickly thereafter making her
suspender straps fly from her jeans. 
     "Oh lord this feels good!" Kristine sighed.  Her breasts were the
largest in the class by far, looking like two beach balls sitting in her
lap.  She pat the tops of them, making little shock waves travel through
her supple skin.  With one final inhale and shoulder throw, she jutted her
hooters outward, ripping the final buttons from their strained hold.  "I
can feel them filling up.  God, I don't want this to stop." 
     Steve looked towards the door.  Three girls, all sporting inflating
EE chests, were pounding on the door.  Mrs. Cumerine appeared in the
little window, saw what was happening, and then fainted dead away.  Pretty
soon, two of the girls had to back out of the entryway, for their breasts
were pushing the third Asian girl into the door. 
     "They're too big!  They'll pop!"  Jill cried, propping herself up
against the blackboard.  Her tits were still blowing up nicely.  She
leaned against the chalk rail and it collapsed, sending her to the ground. 
Once she landed on her bum, her chest shook so much that it burst from her
shredded tank-top completely, landing in her lap. 
     Kristine's friend's tits were so big now that the letters on her
sweater were beginning to rip their seams.  The stitches down the side
were halfway torn now, growing longer as her 55FF form grew more
prominent.  "My sweater," she grunted, "It's...too...tight.  My boobs
won't stop growing!  They're just too big!" 
     Kristine was now laying on the carpet, moving her hands all over her
bean-bag sized bosom.  Her nipples were the size of soup cans and she slid
her arms out from underneath her bulbous breasts and reached for them. 
Grabbing them firmly, she moaned as she pulled them up and down rapidly,
making her mountainous mounds rhythmically ripple. 
     "I'm stuck!" the Asian girl pounding on the door shrieked.  Steve
turned to see that indeed, the girl's breasts had grown so big that they
were wedged into the little entryway.  "I can't get out!"  Her boobs
continued to inflate, pushing themselves up and down the sides of the
entryway. 
     POW!  Steven just missed being nailed by an exploding button.  He
looked back to the source and saw the culprit, for her billowing
bra-busters were still shaking from the explosion.  As he scanned the
room, he now noticed that most of the girls in the room were baring their
inflating tits.  He grinned as he realized that he was looking at a
veritable sea of breast flesh, all expanding further. 
     "Steve, we're all getting enormous!" one girl pleaded, her tits
dragging her to the ground.  "When are they going to stop?" 
     "Soon," he replied, "Just as soon as the water you drank finishes
it's course."  Kristine was the best sight in the room, her tits coming up
almost 2 feet off the ground and reaching down to her knees.  She was
continually pressing them together, making them shimmy and shiver.  Jill
sat in horror as her knockers filled to bean bag size, growing bigger each
second.  Steve could now here the low rush of liquid as the girls' breasts
inflated more and more. 
     "We're freakish!" cried the cheerleader.  "I'll never be able to do a
cartwheel again!  Look at my tits!  They're getting bigger and bigger, oh
god!"  Steve almost exploded in his pants as he stared at the sight before
him.  He was experiencing his dream come true. 
     "Mine stopped!" Jill gasped, gripping the sides of her big hooters
and putting an ear to them.  "I've stopped growing!"  Other girls began to
exclaim the same now, staring unbelievingly at themselves and the other
girls' breasts. 
     "Ok Steve, now fix this," the girl in the door demanded, her breasts
all but filling the entire doorway. 
     "I don't know how," Steve said truthfully.  "Didn't want to figure
out a way to make you all smaller."  He said with a evil smile.  "You'll
have to figure it out for yourselves." 
     "Kristine no!" one girl cried.  Kristine had worked her way to near
the wall, and was reaching up for the fire alarm.  Steve ran towards her,
but not before she was able to reach the lever. 
     The school wide alarm sounded, and a rush of noise was heard in the
hall.  Steve reached her side and looked at her.  Her breasts looked like
fleshy waterbeds, rocking and jiggling at the slightest motion.  She
pulled him closer. 
     "I don't want to stop growing," she whispered softly.  Her eyes were
glazed over with pleasure.  She motioned towards the sprinkler heads. 
Steve chuckled. 
     "And I used to only like you for your body," Steve chuckled.  He
hopped up on the table and lit his lighter under the metal fixture. 
Instantly, water began to rain from the ceiling, covering all the girls in
a glossy sheen of moisture.  From up high, Steve thought the sight looked
wonderful.  Rows upon rows of huge bosoms, glimmering in the light. 
     "Not more water!" they screamed, trying to pull themselves from the
rain, to no avail. 
     "No! I'm growing again.  I'm...my tits are blowing up faster!" the
cheerleader screamed.  "They're going to burst they're so big!" 
     Steve noticed that the girls' breast did indeed seem to be blow up
like balloons a bit quicker now.  Kristine lay there in a happy daze, her
huge hooters swelling up bigger and bigger.  He was barely able to see her
head poking out from underneath them as they inflated, but she was loving
it. 
     A dull pounding sound began to emanate from the doorway.  The Asian
girl stuck in the door was the only one not getting wet, but now someone
on the outside was beating in the door, making her entire tit mass jiggle
violently with each push.  She moaned in ecstasy as her breasts were
repeatedly bashed into, forcing her out more and more from the entryway. 
With one big push, and summarily one big orgasm, the men outside the door
forced the girl through the entryway and into the room.  She tried to
cover her "small" boobs from the water, but soon she too began blossoming
again. 
     The teachers that had broken through were astonished by what they
saw.  Nubile teenage girls laying on the ground, covered in breasts that
were all blowing up like blimps.  They didn't see Steve slip out behind
them, taking one last look at his creation.  As he slipped into the crowd
rushing out, he was able to here what sounded like Kristine let out a
resounding orgasmic scream, followed by a deep sigh.  He smiled, hoping
she'd like her new lot in life.  Now all he had to do was get to his car
before anyone found out what he'd done. 

     

     


