Assault With Intent To Inflate
By DrEnlarge, © 2000


Have you ever noticed that when you want something so bad, you end up forgetting what's right and wrong? My last roommate's story is about that very same subject. My name's Hank and I'm serving time at Joliet State Prison for robbery. Charlie…well…he committed a crime that wasn't even a crime when he committed it. Heck, none of it would have happened if her Grandmother hadn't…ahh…I better start at the top.



        “Git back 'ere, ya nancy boy!” screamed a red-faced old man as he brandished a double-barreled shotgun above his head like a tribesman holding up a spear. He looked out into the dark woods, listening closely for sounds of fleeing footsteps. “I catch ya 'round me mansion again and I'll fill yer backside fulla me salt, I will!”
        “You couldn't catch a mouse with….ummm…you suck!” grunted back a deep but obviously dumb boy's voice. A few other snorts of laughter gave away that more than a few hooligans had most likely been standing outside Angus Emerald's “mansion” just moments ago. And unfortunately, Angus knew all too well why there were there.
        “Be gone with ya' all! I'm callin the constable now!” Angus's threaten, his Scottish-accented voice booming through the night. Turning quickly on his bare heels, Angus marched back towards a brightly lit but dingy trailer. As he neared the trailer, the same trailer he lovingly called his mansion, Angus's old ears began to pick up the steady beat of music. His tired eyes switched from anger to frustration as he reached the windowed door inside. There, he saw his granddaughter, Bethany Emerald, dancing and singing as she was vacuuming.
        Immediately upon swinging open the rusty door, Angus's head throbbed with physical pain as beat after beat of heavy metal music assaulted his ears. He cried out for Bethany to turn off the music, but it was too no avail. With one hand still firmly clasped about his shotgun, he could only manage to cover one ear as he stumbled to the side of his living room where the stereo was located. Not wanting to wait a second longer than he had to to shut down this hellish noise, Angus reached forward with the barrels of his shotgun and slammed them into the power button, almost breaking it off the stereo forever. The music seemed to get sucked up into the vacuum instantly as its motor became the only thing still producing noise. Bethany stopped dancing and turned quickly towards Angus.
        “Shut it!” barked Angus, his head still throbbing.
        Bethany quickly moved her bare toes over the power button on the base of the upright vacuum and clicked it off. As the silence slowly filled the room, Bethany studied her grandfather's face to see how much trouble she was truly in this time.
        Angus's weatherworn face seemed more leathery than normal tonight. His once magical green eyes were bloodshot with exhaustion. Standing a mere 2 meters tall, his bulky form heaved quickly as he fought to catch his breath. Her heart sank, as she looked back up to his eyes and noticed that his white hair was sweaty and matted to his scalp. Angus had had another hard day and she'd be in for a tongue lashing now, for sure.
        “Bethany Emerald! What'n bloody 'ell do you think yer doin?” Angus began after taking a sharp breath.
        “I'm sorry Granddad. Honest. I just wanted to dance and I love this band and…”
        “Nay, I'm not talkin' aboot that.” Angus interrupted. ”What do you think ya' doing dressed like that, dancing all aboot for the world ta see?”
        Bethany turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her slender 17-year-old body was wrapped tightly by a colorfully striped tube top and pink miniskirt. The tube-top was doing what it could to hold on to her D-cup breasts, but during the dancing, it'd begun to slip southward, the top of the garment laying now just above her areolas. The miniskirt, however, had managed to climb the opposite direction, showing just a hint of the merging of Bethany's flawless legs and her peach-like behind. After a quick adjustment, Bethany looked again at her 5 foot self to see if anything else was out of place.
Having just gotten her hair permed into the tightest and curliest rolls she could possibly have done, her hair seemed like a churning red firestorm as it rolled down to just above her miniskirt. Her sparkling green eyes noticed that aside from the two little golden unicorn earrings that barely glinted at her through her thick mane of hair, everything about her screamed hooker. Even the ruby red lipstick that she'd slopped over her full, pouty lips was trampy. Bethany's powder-white skin began to blush rose with embarrassment.
        “Well? What've got to say fer yerself?” Angus said, averting his eyes from Bethany's outfit.
        Bethany's eyes went immediately sank to the newly vacuumed floor. “I'm sorry Granddad. I just wanted to feel pretty.” Her glossy red bottom lip began to pout outward.
        “Pretty? Aye, yer pretty, fer a street walker!!! Take a cloth to yer face now, missy, and be quick aboot it,” Angus bellowed, pointing the shotgun in the direction of the one bathroom in the trailer. “An dunna be usin all the hot water in there.”
        Bethany walked quickly down the hall and into the tiny bathroom. With the door shut, she sat down hard on the edge of the stained tub and began to sob. Tiny black rivers of mascara tears ran down her soft cheeks as she head her head in her hands.
        “Never lets me do anything,” she blubbered. “I'm a woman now. Probably didn't get me anything for my birthday tomorrow either.” Bethany looked up and saw her face in the tiny cracked bathroom mirror and then continued to cry.
        “No one's ever going to love me. Granddad's right. I'm just ugly,” she sobbed, grabbing a towel from the corner of the warped linoleum floor and using it to pat her face dry. As she did, a frayed edge of the towel caught in the chain of the platinum locket she'd wore around her neck since she could remember. Not in the mood to be gentle, Bethany pulled the towel away hard, attempting only to snap the towel's threads. Instead, her precious locket and chain gave way and was whipped across the bathroom, shattering the already cracked mirror on the wall.
        “Oh no….” gasped Bethany, cringing as the shards of mirror cascaded down onto the wooden sink countertop. Before the last shard stopped moving, she could hear the heavy footsteps thumping her direction.
        “Wot in the name of Mary do ya think yer doin?” shouted Angus as the door to the bathroom flew open without so much as a knock. When he saw the broken mirror pieces around and in the sink, his face again began to boil red.
        “It was an accident, Granddad!” Bethany shot out quickly.
        “Do ya know how much a good mirror costs, missy? I'll be taking that money from yur pay, that's for sure. I'll be buggered…”hissed Angus as he noticed Bethany's locket in the center of the glittering rubble. “What's the meaning of this?”
        “It got caught in the towel and…and I…”stammered Bethany, holding her hand out to get her locket back.
        “It's not bad enough ya treat me with no respect, but yer own Grandmum?” Angus's fist gripped the locket tighter and began shaking visibly. “How….dare….you.”
        “Granddad! No, Please!” Bethany said in shock and fear. Her grandfather had never once laid a hand on her, but she'd never before seen this kind of anger in his eyes.
        “GET OUTTA ME SIGHT NOW, GIRL!” Angus finally erupted, turning quickly towards the sink and punching a fair-sized hole into the faux wood wall siding where the mirror had once been. Bethany bolted out of the bathroom and quickly found herself inside her own bedroom, leaning up against the closed door. A fresh batch of tears began to flow, carrying with them the remainder of the mascara she was wearing.


        At 4 am the next morning, Bethany was awoken by footsteps heading towards her bedroom. The door opened and her bedroom light came on before she realized that she was still in the outfit she'd been wearing the night before. One thing she learned about miniskirts and tube tops that night…they both like to scrunch up when you're sleeping.
        “Bethy, I…Jesus Mary and Joseph!” Angus blurted as he quickly averted his eyes from Bethany's naked chest and panty covered privates. “Cover yer self, girl!”
        Bethany quickly wrapped herself in a sheet. If her face hadn't been almost completely smeared with mascara, Angus would have seen her turn bright red from embarrassment.
        “What are ye doin in that get up still?” He blurted, feeling uncomfortable and still looking at the wall.
        “I…I must have just fallen asleep Granddad,” shrugged Bethany. “I'm sorry about the mirror and the locket. I didn't mean to…”
        Angus looked back slowly to see if the coast was clear and then walked over to her side. “Never ya mind. Yer gonna work it off this morning, I promise ya that. Get some work clothes on, cause yer helping in the cages today.”
        Bethany's face showed her disapproval. “But it's my birthday today?”
        “An I'm one day closer to me grave, ya don't see me lollygagging aboot, do ya?” he grunted. With that, he tossed the locket onto Bethany's bed. “Chain's busted up. Yer gonna have to get a new one.”
        Carefully, Bethany picked up the locket and opened in. The picture of her Grandmother smiled back at her. She began to apologize for the events of last night, but Angus wanted to hear none of it.
        “Yer just a stupid kid an I canna be angry at ye any more so than I can be angry at a dumb mutt of a dog. I tell ya, I never wouldda married yer Grandmum 5 years ago if I knew you'd be part o'the deal,” Angus confessed. “Yer Grandmum was a fine lass, not like yerself. Ye gots more devil than angel in ya, girl. One only needs look at those hideous bumps on yer top to see that.”
        Bethany pulled up the blankets even further around her chest and she felt flush again with the heat of embarrassment. Angus had been getting more and more upset with the continued development of her bosom. On several occasions, he'd required her to wrap her chest down tightly in order to hide her figure before he'd let her wear certain clothes.
        “They're not evil, Granddad. Charlie says,”
        Angus quickly pointed a figure at Bethany. “Girl, I've told ye ta never listen to boys! They're all in the clutches of the devil until they find God or fight in a war! Yer to stay away from this Charlie person an that's final.” Angus's eyes burned again as he stared at Bethany. She quickly closed her eyes and hung her head in submission. Having made is point, Angus stood upright and began to leave the room.
        “Be outside in 5 minutes fer ya chores, lass. I'll work ya good today so you'll not be having time to spend with yer boys. Happy Birthday and hop to it,” he said as he left the bedroom, closing the door. Bethany looked down at the open locket again and stuck her tongue out at her smiling Grandmother. She then placed it on the cardboard box next to her bed that doubled as a nightstand.
        Slowly, Bethany dropped her blanket and looked down at her body. The tube top from last night had become a rolled up rubber band just above her navel. She had to sit up further to see over her ample chest and begin to maneuver the top up her torso. When she got to her bust line, she had to stretch out the top quite a bit to get it past her breasts. Once it was off, she rolled out of bed and slid off the similarly bunched up miniskirt down from just below her navel. Once she'd done that, she stood up straight and noticed her reflection in the full mirror behind her door.
“Oh Grandmother…” she sighed in disappointment, trying to push in her breasts to make them look smaller.

        Bethany had always dreamed of looking like her Grandmother. It hadn't been until Bethany was 12 that she'd even met her, when her Grandmother had tracked her down living with her adoptive parents in Boise, Idaho. Bethany's adoptive parents had told her previously that they'd adopted her after her mother had died giving birth to her. She liked living there and was scared when she was first told that her true Grandmother had contacted her parents.
        The day she finally met her Grandmother was like no other in her memory. When she'd entered the house, Bethany saw a strikingly beautiful woman with sparkling green eyes and faded long red hair. A summer dress had hung on her thin figure and fine wrinkles in her face looked as if they were all made from her constant smiling. Bethany fell in love with her at first sight and all her hesitation fled when they both had hugged each other for the first time.
        They'd spent that weekend together, walking in the mountains and talking about Bethany's true family. How her Grandmother had traveled the globe and how she'd never been married. The time her true mother, Rachel, had run away from home with a rock musician and severed all ties. How she was finally able to track Bethany down, spending thousands of dollars on private investigators. And how her true father had died of a drug overdose a few years back.
        Bethany had so wanted to hear more about the life she didn't know, but her Grandmother left in the middle of the night after only 2 days there. She'd left behind a locket with a younger portrait of herself in it and a note that said that she was happy to have finally met her. Bethany never knew why she left in a hurry that night and wouldn't hear from or about her Grandmother again until her adoptive parents died in a train wreck 2 years ago.
        The courts had to search the records concerning her family for 2 solid weeks until they found a living relative in the person of Angus Emerald, a traveling carnival manager. He'd married Bethany's Grandmother a few years ago and was none to happy to discover that he'd just inherited a Granddaughter. Bethany as well wasn't happy to learn that her Grandmother had died during the last winter, but took solace in knowing that she'd gone quietly in her sleep.
        Since coming to live with Angus, Bethany's once normal life had been turned upside down. Angus ran a shoddy traveling carnival, complete with a big top tent that housed animal and acrobatic acts of various types. The acts were never that good, so the carnival was always on the brink of closing. With the arrival of Bethany, Angus found a slave hand that he'd be able to pay very little and treat even worse. She even found herself working in the shows sometimes as a clown or target on the spinning knife wheel, but when she'd begun to develop breasts in the last 6 months, Angus never again let her in front of the crowd. Lately, she'd spent most of her times cleaning up the grounds and tending to the carnival games.
        Bethany loathed her life, but there wasn't a day that went by that she didn't open the locket with her Grandmother's picture and wonder about the stories that she never heard. Angus looked often at the locket ever-present around Bethany's slender neck and she could hear him mumble to himself things like “tricked me” and “miss ya.” She almost felt that the locket was the only thing that kept Angus's anger at bay, as he'd look mad enough to strike her and had always let his eyes fall to the locket, at which point he'd vent his anger on the next hapless carnie that crossed his path.


        Bethany did up the last button on her green and black flannel shirt. It was cold outside this morning, so she was bundling up tight, “tight” being the operative word since she'd been slowly outgrowing her shirt lately. A mild gap could be seen between her buttons each time she reached back to attempt to pony tail her curly locks. She pulled the straps up on her denim overalls and brought up the front bib, nicely covering the gaps in her shirt.
        Instinctively bringing her right hand up to her neck, Bethany searched for her locket. She grimaced as the events from last night flooded her mind. Looking to her nightstand box, she quickly scooped up the locket.
        “Grandma,” Bethany sighed as she opened the locket, “I love you, but this has got to be the worst 18th birthday any girl has even had in history. My only wish was that today was going to be like no other.” With that, the locket's metal flashed brightly for an instant, causing Bethany to scream and drop it to the floor.
        Staring wide-eyed at the open locket on the ground, Bethany watched closely and held her breath. Moments crept by as she wondered what had just happened. Bending down ever so slowly, Bethany looked into the locket. Her heart jumped as she realized that her Grandmother was now animatedly waving back at her!
        “Hello Bethany!” a tiny voice came from the portrait. “Happy Birthday!”
        “Holy shit.” Whispered Bethany, her legs giving way as she fell to her side on the ground.
        “Language, my dear. That's not very lady like,” said the voice again. “Please, pick up the locket…I want a closer look at you.”
        Bethany lay on her side, now looking directly into the locket that was a few feet from her. Her Grandmother's picture was gesturing her closer. Before she knew it, Bethany noticed her hand shakingly reaching out and grasping the locket gently in her palm. She then rolled over onto her back and looked up into her hand to see the glowing face of her Grandmother beaming back at her.
        “That's better. My, you've got my eyes and hair, don't you?” her Grandmother grinned.
        “Am I dreaming?” Bethany asked no one in particular.
        “Hardly, my love. You asked for a birthday like no other, so here I am to give it to you.”
        “But…you're…” stammered Bethany, her eyes beginning to well again.
        “Now, now, you can't dwell on the little things, dear. What's important is that I'm here now,” stated her Grandmother in a kindly manner. “I trust Angus is treating you well.”
        “I guess…no, not really. I don't like it here,” Bethany said, wiping away an errant tear. “I want my mother and father back.”
        “I'm afraid I can't help you there, dear. But don't you worry; you're going to have an extra special birthday, remember? It's what you asked for,” reminded her Grandmother.
        “What's going to happen?” asked Bethany, curiously.
        “Oh, I'm afraid I can't tell you. It'll ruin the surprise,” grinned her Grandmother. “Trust me, dear. After today, your life will change for the better. Mine did”
        At that, Bethany's Grandmother took a few steps back into the white-back dropped picture and Bethany gasped at what she saw. Her Grandmother, with enormous breasts in a tight sweater!
        “But…when I saw you…” Bethany stumbled, her mind racing.
        “I was older then. Had to get them removed. Not that I wanted too, mind you. They helped me find so much happiness and love in life, but, well, you'll find out when you get to your 50's,” She grinned, walking back towards the front of the picture again.
        “But Angus said that those are evil…that the devil…” Bethany said, confusion twisting up her face.
        “Oh come now, Bethany. You want to listen to that old codger? Sakes alive, I'm sorry you got tangled up with that man. If I hadn't had a soft spot for Scottish men with large…hands. Well, anyhow, you just don't mind him. I can tell that you're on your way to being a very healthy young woman. Just watch what you eat today and…whoops,” Grandma said, giggling.
        “Watch what I what?” quizzed Bethany.
        “You'll see. Precious, I need to go. I'll not be able to talk to you like this again, so take care and remember, take advantage of your body. I did and it helped me see the world. You only live once, so do it with pizzazz! Oh, and about men. Never settle for second best. I only did once and you know how that turned out,” she grimaced. “I love you dearly!” and with that, the picture of Bethany's Grandmother blew a kiss and then froze in place exactly as the original picture had looked.
        It took Bethany many long and quite minutes before she was again aware of her surroundings. She tore her gaze from the picture in her locket and looked around the room, reassuring herself that all was normal again. Shaking her head, she got up from the floor and felt a little dizzy. Maybe she'd just fallen asleep for a moment, or hit her head. She couldn't have just had a conversation with her locket, could she?
        “Lass! Where are ye?” bellowed Angus from the darkness outside the trailer.
        “I'm…I'm on my way.” Bethany answered, walking slowly from her bedroom, bracing herself against the walls as she walked down the short hallway. Carefully, she closed the locket and placed it in her side overall pocket. She whispered to herself as she grabbed a few biscuits from the top of the oven, “This is going to be a very long day.”


        It was at least an hour before the sun would peak over the horizon, but still the sky was beginning to lighten slowly. A pale purple hue filled in the space between the stars and Bethany stood there watching it for a moment, straining to see if she could actually see the color change. A wet thud a few feet from where she stood broke the moment. She turned to see that the show's one tiger had just left a fresh pile steaming in the cool morning air.
        “Lovely, just lovely,” Bethany scowled as she unpropped herself from her shovel and went to attend to her duties.
All around the grounds, carnies of all shapes and sizes were beginning to wake and venture into the early morning. A few asked about the shouting they'd heard coming from the trailer last night, but Bethany had blamed the noise on the TV being too loud again. It wasn't the first time she'd used that excuse, but it seemed to bring an end to the questioning each time.
After cleaning out the tiger's cage, again, Bethany sat on a few packing crates and fished out a biscuit from her front overall pocket. As she took a largish bite from the biscuit, crumbs fell down onto the front of her overalls. She began to wipe them off when she swallowed her first mouthful.
It started as a full feeling, like a slight buildup of gas in her belly. Bethany adjusted herself slightly, trying to account for the discomfort. Just as quickly, the pressure in her belly stopped, only to be replaced by a new sensation. The pressure moved quickly up inside her, making her believe she would need to burp soon, but instead it settled inside her ribcage and slowly dissipated. Bethany breathed in a quick breath, thinking she needed to help along the process, but the slight pressure faded away on it's own.
Tentatively, Bethany took another bite and chewed it slowly. Again, as soon as she swallowed it, the pressure syndrome happened again. But this time, when it was all over, she felt a bit…different up top. Questioningly, she lifted away the top of her overalls and looked down at the shirt underneath. It was still dark out, but Bethany could swear that the gaps between her buttons looked a bit wider now.
“Hey there Boobs. How's the merchandise?” teased 20 year old Charlie Ringer as he peeked around the supplied crates at Bethany.
“Jesus, you scared me Charlie,” she said, tossing the rest of her biscuit in his general direction.
“What ya looking for in there?” Charlie wondered as he artfully dodged the pasty missile and slid up next to Bethany, his hands quickly pulling back the top of her overalls.
“Your brain, goofy,” Bethany replied, smacking his hands away. “What are you doing here so early?” Bethany watched as Charlie ran his thin hands over his crew-cut black hair. His spry form nuzzled even closer to her, his leather jacket making that cool crunching sound that made Bethany melt each time she heard it.
“Looking for a bit of morning nookie, Boobs. Heard you and the fossil were fighting again last night,” he mumbled, nuzzling her ear.
“Stop calling be that name, Charlie. You know I don't like them. They make me look so…”
“Hot? Fuckable? Sexy? Yes, all three and then some,” Charlie finished for her as he began to fiddle with her overall straps.
“No, Charlie, I'm not in the mood. How many times do I have to tell you, I'm saving myself,” said Bethany as she hopped down from the crate. When she hit the ground, she felt a little off, like her breasts were jiggling a little longer than normal.
Relentlessly, Charlie moved towards her, grabbing her around the waist from behind and speaking directly into her ear. “Babe, I know that. What's gotten into you? It's not like we haven't fooled around before.”
“Today…today is weird is all, Charlie. I'm feeling a little strange,” she replied honestly.
“Oh shit, you're not pregnant are you?” Charlie said quickly, spinning her around to face him.
“No, Charlie. We've never done it, remember?”
He looked deep into her flashing green eyes. “Did you do it with someone else?”
“No, you're the only carnie for me, Charlie. You know that,” Bethany replied, feeling guilty as she said it. In every town, Bethany had had non-intercourse relationships with many men, but they all lasted no more than two or three days, the length of the carnival's stay at the town. She'd hung more around Charlie lately, though, ever since her bust line had started to grow. Bethany wanted nothing to do with them, but was happy when Charlie showed an interest, even delight in her growing chest.
“So what's up, Boobs?” he asked, giving her nipples a tweak. She smacked away his hands and took a step back.
“Well, this morning…”she began, telling him the whole story about the locket and her Grandmother.
“No way! Your Grandmother was stacked? Killer!” he said playfully. “Maybe you'll get as big as that?”
“Get real, Charlie. It had to have been a dream or something. I'm too big as it is already,” she said, pouting her full lips.
Charlie shook his head in disbelief. “I keep telling you, Boobs. Guys love that. Sure, young guys like any girl, no matter what, but older guys like me like certain things about women. I'm a boob guy. Lots of guys are boob guys. Why do you think there are so many women out there with implants? They want to land a boob guy.”
“I don't know…Angus said,” Bethany began, but Charlie stopped her sentence by reaching around her overall front and grabbing two handfuls of her breasts.
“Tell me this feels evil, Boobs. Tell me you don't like this,” Charlie said, kissing her hard on the side of her neck.
“Yes…I mean…” Tingly shocks of pleasure crawled over Bethany's body each time his fingers kneaded her breasts. Her eyes went wide from the shock of such unknown pleasure and she began to moan slightly. Charlie, fully expecting to get shoved back, let a surprised grin cross his lips as he fondled her breasts a little harder. Bethany put both her hands against his hips to steady herself as tiny wave after wave of warm excitement washed over her body. This had never felt so good before.
“Damn Boobs. Are you wearing a push-up?” Charlie said in between licks on her neck.
“N…ugh…no…why?” she panted, her eyes shut and her left foot lifting up slowly behind her.
“You seem…bigger…and I like it,” he grinned. At that, Bethany's senses came rushing back and she pulled herself away from the blissful actions of Charlie's fingers.
“What…are you serious?”
“Hey, I should know. I'm the one who worships them,” he replied, looking down at her chest.
Bethany undid the straps to her overalls and was shocked at the sight before her. Her green flannel shirt was filled out more than it had been this morning. What had been partial gaps between the middlemost buttons were now wide holes that allowed Charlie to see that she'd not put on a bra this morning.
“My…my breasts? They're…” she gasped, not believing what she was seeing.
“Pretty funny,” Charlie guffawed. “Did you pad them especially for me today?”
Not paying attention to Charlie, she looked around to make sure no one was around, and then quickly undid the middle three buttons of her shirt.
“Whoa, Boobs. You wanna go at it right here?” he asked, walking closer to Bethany, but she just shoed him away with a quick hand motion and continued to open her shirt. Just as the sun broke the horizon, Bethany pulled back the sides of her shirt and beheld her bigger glories. Small beads of sweat had gathered on each breast and her nipples were standing at full attention, only they too were bigger. The morning sun made her boobs glisten as both she and Charlie stood they, stunned. Charlie was the first to react.
“You're like…an E-cup now? But I just saw you yesterday,” Charlie said, puzzled.
“Oh my god. I'm huge!” Bethany squeaked, quickly closing up her shirt and doing up the buttons, frantically scanning the area to see if anyone had caught a glimpse.
“You've got to be kidding me, right?” he said slowly. “You're teasing me with this, aren't you? You know how much I love big boobs and you're…”
“Shut up, Charlie. I'm not doing this on purpose,” she hissed. “Something's wrong with me.”
“Yeah, we're not in a bed letting me test my pecker between your new tits,” Charlie chuckled, still thinking the gag was on.
“Stop thinking with your dick and help me, Charlie! I need to get to a doctor or something,” she said hurriedly, doing up the straps of her overalls, which did indeed look a bit fuller as well.
“We're out in the sticks and it's 6 am, Beth. Besides, we have no money. Why don't you calm down and let's try and figure this out. How long has it been since you thought you've…gotten bigger,” Charlie said, looking again in amazement at her new figure.
“I dunno. I got dressed a few hours ago. I think everything was fine then,” Bethany replied, her mind racing. “Except for that locket…my wish!”
“What?”
“I made a wish!” Bethany blurted. “I wished that today would be something special. God, I didn't wish for bigger breasts, did I?”
“I dunno. You getting bigger breasts seems pretty special to me,” Charlie said.
“And Grandma…she said that I should watch out for something…I just can't remember what it was.”
“Tell you what. Let's head over to Troy's and get a quick something to eat. Maybe that will help you remember,” offered Charlie. She agreed and followed Charlie towards the main path of the carnival.


“I don't know what it was, honest,” Bethany said, sucking down her orange juice. She and Charlie sat on the ground under the window to the Burger Boy booth that was run by a large black African man everyone called Troy. Charlie continued to sneak peaks at her larger attributes when she wasn't looking, only to catch hell when she caught him.
“Pancakes and French toast is up, which one you want?” Troy said, leaning out the window to his booth.
“Both,” Bethany replied. Her biscuit had been dry and bland. Charlie opted for the pancakes. They took their food and sat at a picnic table with various carved names in the red wood.
“Well, maybe you just had a growth spurt. You are 18 today, maybe girls get that,” Charlie said.
“Maybe,” she said as she began to wolf down her 2 pancakes and 2 French toast, both dripping in syrup. Charlie worked on his food as well, watching as Angus walked between two tents in the background and then disappeared into another.
“Hmmm, thesf arrr goof,” said Bethany though a mouthful of French toast.
“Yeah. Troy can make anything.”
She swallowed and quickly filled her mouth with more food. Charlie had never seen her eat like this before, but didn't pay it much attention. A few moments later, Bethany had finished her plate and took what Charlie figured was her first full breath in minutes.
“That hit the spot,” she sighed. “I was really hungr…y”
Bethany's eyes drew closed as a large pressure built inside her stomach. Charlie didn't notice, as he was cutting a slice off his pancake. She gritted her teeth and began rubbing her stomach.
“Charlie,” she gasped, just as the pressure began to move up her body. “Charlie!”
He looked up just in time to see her squeeze her Styrofoam cup too hard, crushing it and spilling orange juice everywhere.
“What did you do that for?” Charlie cried, jumping up barely in time to avoid the wave of OJ.
“I…I don't know. Felt strange there for a moment, like I was going to barf or something,” she replied, the pressure again dissipating once reaching her ribcage. “Maybe I should get home,”
“Let me get you another drink. That will make you feel better,” Charlie suggested, heading the few feet over to Troy's booth to pour her another glass. Bethany meanwhile moved down to the other side of the bench, wiping the juice from her left hand.
Suddenly, she felt a slight swelling sensation in each of her boobs. She looked down quickly and saw nothing out of the ordinary at first, but as she watched, she could see her overalls move slowly away from her body. Her breathing sped up as she realized that she was indeed seeing her breasts enlarge right before her eyes!
Charlie headed back to the picnic bench with two glasses of OJ, one for himself included. He stopped short and studied the look on Bethany's ivory white face, her eyes darting back and forth from her two breasts. Her pony tail flew back and forth as she did so, and her hands were cupped just inches away from actually touching the bottom of her big…no, much bigger breasts?
“Oh no, oh no, oh no…”repeated Bethany as her shirt began to grow tighter around her back. The straps of the overalls as well were beginning to dig into her should blades. Charlie came running up to the table, oblivious of the two cups of OJ that he'd just spilled all over his shoes. Her eyes met his. “What's happening to me?”
“You're…growing!” he whispered, his lips adding a smile at the end of the statement.
Bethany couldn't believe his reaction. “This isn't funny, my boobs are blowing up and my shirt's getting tighter and tighter!” she hissed. “You gotta get some help!” But Charlie didn't move anywhere but closer to Bethany's chest. As if in a trance, he held out a finger and moved it towards the left side of her swelling shirt.
“Don't touch them!” she whimpered, feeling her tits get fuller by the second. Charlie stopped just an inch shy of touching the side of her left breast, but he kept his finger in place. “Please…I don't know what is happening to them. I can feel them getting heavier. Oh God, what's doing this to me?” Bethany could hear the cloth of her shirt stretch as her melons filled up fatter and fatter. The straps of her overalls had stopped getting tighter, but her breasts continued to flow outward and to the side of the drum-tight front bib. Charlie drew in a breath just as Bethany's left breast closed the distance and touched his finger.
Pop! Both Bethany and Charlie jumped at the muffled sound, Charlie pulling his hand away quickly from her breast. Bethany's hands had flown to the side and above her shoulders, looking like someone was sticking her up in an old western. But nothing seemed to have happened from the sound. She still continued to expand into her already distended shirt, her chest really beginning to show out to her sides. Bethany moved her hands down and felt gingerly down the middle of her overall bib.
“I lost a button!” she gulped. Charlie didn't sigh or even show signs of comprehension. He just moved his hands back up to touch her breasts again. “No, don't…”
“You're getting so big. It's beautiful,” he cooed as his index finger touched her tight shirt, gently pushing into it. Bethany gasped, making her chest swell even bigger for a moment. Another Pop emanated from her cleavage, this time she'd seen the tremor underneath her denim overall's bib.
“You're going to make them burst, stop it!” Bethany pleaded as Charlie touched even more fingers to her side. The recently familiar feeling of pure rapture overtook the fear of the moment as Charlie pressed his fingers into the swelling mass of her tits. She felt her breasts grow into his fingers slowly.
“I can't believe this…I can feel your boobs growing,” he said as he placed fingers from his other hand on the outside of her right boobs, effectively book ending her expanding bust line. “They're getting heavier too.”
Bethany was teetering between horror and ecstasy as her breasts slowly inflated more and more into the fingers of Charlie and the pressure of her tightening shirt.
“Please,” she begged, “make them stop. My shirt's too tight. It can't hold me anymore!” Right on cue, another Pop came from underneath her denim. This time, Charlie felt the shirt under his fingers pull quickly towards her sides. The hidden open hole in the front of her shirt was most likely filling with breast flesh and pushing her shirt outwards. Soon, he'd be able to see some tit flesh peak around the edges of her overall's bib.
        “Hang on there, wot's that yer doin?” bellowed Angus from a dozen yards away. He was coming up fast from behind Bethany, waving a shovel in the couple's general direction.
        “God, no…not now!” Bethany squealed, looking desperately around for something to cover her swelling mummeries. Charlie moved his hands from the sides of her breasts and stood up and in between the oncoming Angus and his granddaughter.
        “Aye, I seen ya boy. Ay'll have a chunk of yer hide now, I will,” Angus fumed as he reached Charlie, raising the handle of the shovel to strike Charlie. Bethany jumped up and held onto her Grandfather's arm, stopping his swing.
        “No, Grandpa. Don't do it!”
        “Girl, git yer…”
        Angus's eyes went wide as he beheld Bethany's figure. She looked like she was smuggling a watermelon sideways inside her flannel shirt, the way it bulged to the side and out. Charlie took off his leather coat and draped it over her front as Angus took a step back and dropped the shovel. A number of carnies were becoming curious about the events near the table and were starting to head their direction.
        “Grandpa, I don't know what's happening to me. They just started…”
        “How dare ye! How dare ye play tricks on yer old Granddad like this,” Angus stammered.
        “Tricks? What are you talking about?” blurted Charlie. “She's not tricking you.”
        Angus grabbed Bethany and began walking her away from the oncoming crowd. “Silence, ye bastard. Girl, yer gonna spend the rest of the day inna your room for a stunt like this! You and yer devil sex toys…and in public no less.”
        Charlie tried to keep up, but Angus dodged between a few of the carnival's strong men, who quickly held Charlie up. “Leave them be, Charlie. Angus won't hurt her.”
        “Let me go, you don't understand!” Charlie squirmed away, but it proved to be too late. Angus quickly slammed and locked the only door to his trailer. Charlie pounded on the door on and off for what seemed like hours, only to hear shouting and crying inside the trailer anytime he began again.


        Angus was the first to leave the trailer. He locked it quickly behind him and stormed off into the late afternoon sun. Charlie, who'd given up trying to pound his way in, quickly squirmed out from underneath the trailer and tried to open the door, with no luck. He ran around back and knocked on the window to Bethany's room. It was minutes before she came to the tiny sliver of a window.
        “Charlie, you better go. I've never seen Angus so upset. I think he's lost it,” she said tiredly.
        “Are you ok? What happened to your…ummm.”
        “They stopped growing when he started bringing me back here. Charlie, he thinks I had them implanted by a doctor!” Bethany stated.
        He shook his head in disbelief. “In a few hours…out here? The money alone, sheesh.”
        “He won't listen…he's so upset. Talking about how evil I must be and how could I let the devil infest me like this,” she sobbed. “What if it's true? What if the devil did do this to me? Maybe I'm being possessed or something.”
        “Bethany, are you sure you don't remember what your Grandmother said about your wish?” Charlie asked quickly.
        “No…not really. It could have been about something to eat or drink or something.”
        “Do you think that time I first saw you this morning, that you'd grown a little?” Charlie asked, trying to peak into the window a little to see Bethany, but the window was too high.
        “Yes, I think so. I had eaten a biscuit and I felt something funny, then I felt it again when I had the breakfast,” she recounted. “Maybe I shouldn't eat anything with yeast in it? Maybe that's what's doing it.”
        “Maybe. Let me go find a loaf of bread and you can see if it works again.”
        Bethany hit the window with her hand. “That's not funny, Charlie. I look like a freak now. I've only seen women with boobies this size in your porn magazines.”
        “I know…I know. God, I wish I could get in there,” Charlie drooled. He felt horny enough to tear through the metal siding of the trailer and devour Bethany's new bosom. “What do you want me to do?”
        “Do you have anything without yeast I can eat? Angus has be locked in my room and I'm so hungry.”
        Charlie patted down his body and was only able to find a single peanut M&M and a few Skittles in his denim shirt's pocket. He held them up and Bethany took them from his fingers.
        “That's it? Gee, thanks a lot,” she said as began munching on them. Charlie almost expectantly waited to hear that Bethany's boobs were beginning to grow again, but she continued to munch and no such luck.
        “Anything?” Charlie asked to the window. He could hear her huff from outside the trailer.
        “You really liked that I got this big, didn't you? God, how could you be so selfish?” Bethany asked, hurt.
        Charlie shrugged his shoulders. “What can I say, I loved your tits then, I love them even more so now.” He knew this was the wrong thing to say, especially now, but he couldn't help himself.
        “You're just mean, you know that. Get out of here!” Bethany barked. She tried to close the window, but it'd been stuck open that much for a year and it wasn't budging now. Charlie tried to explain himself, but Bethany wasn't hearing it. He had almost given up and was thinking of heading off back to his own trailer when he heard Bethany's startled voice.
        “I'm growing again! Oh no! Charlie…Charlie are you still there?”
        Charlie began to look around the area for something to stand on, but could find nothing. “Yeah, I'm here. Are you ok?”
        “No, stupid. My breasts are filling up even bigger. I need you to…wait…” she said slowly. “No, they stopped again.”
        “What's happening in there?” Charlie asked, jumping up and down frantically trying to see into the bedroom.
        “I don't know. I just ate your fuzzy M&M. Does it or Skittles have yeast in it?” she asked frantically.
        Charlie stopped jumping and scratched his head. “I never cook, so you got me. Want me to go ask Troy?”
        “No, don't. I don't want anyone else to know what's going on here,” she replied. “Heck, I don't know. It's not like anyone's going to miss seeing what's happened to me now. Angus is putting me in the show tonight.”
        Charlie did a double take. “He's what? Why??” He could hear her moving about in her bedroom as he asked her the question.
        “For publicity. He thinks I've been stealing money from him to get implants for my breasts and that I'm going to use them to, quote, “steal some of it back from them evil horny bastards.” He's putting the word out as we speak that the bustiest girl in the entire state will be performing during Carl's knife throwing act,” stated Bethany.
        He couldn't believe his ears. What nonsense! “Are you serious?” he asked, bewildered.
        “I'm..Ooof…putting on one of the fat lady's one-piece swimsuits now. Does that sound like he's serious? God,” she exclaimed.
        “What? Is it happening again?” Charlie asked excitedly.
        “No…my chest. It's so big. I can't do this, Charlie. People are going to laugh at me,” she began to sob.
        Charlie came up close to the window. “Now stop that, Bethany. Just stop it. Your Grandmother was a busty woman, right? So now you are. There's no shame in it. Heck, you got me so screwed up right now I could eat my way through this trailer just to see you.”
        “It's just because of my tits,” she muttered.
        “And that's a bad thing? Bethany, I've been with you, not because of your body, but because of your heart. So what that now you've got knockers out to here? You've been blessed. If people want to only see you for your breasts, let them. They'll be missing out on the great person behind those mountains. But there's no reason you can't use your blessings to help you get what you want in life either. You'll be able to get anything you want in life now if you just quit fighting yourself and have fun with it. Once word gets out about you, you'll be famous,” he stated.
        “Really, just for having big breasts?”
        Charlie shook his head. “No, for having huge breasts. I know that this isn't what you expected your life to be about, but there's some strange power at work here and it wants you to be busty. I gotta think that there's a reason behind it.”
        “I don't know. This is a lot to think about. You better get out of here,” Bethany warned. “Grandpa was coming right back and if he catches you here, he's going to belt you one.”
        Charlie put his hand up onto the windowsill and Bethany laid her hand upon his. “I'll be alright Charlie. Go!”
        With that, Charlie snuck around the side of the trailer and just made it into the shadow of the first tent as Angus walked past. He was holding a sewing kit in one of his hands and mumbling crazily to himself about his “possessed child.” Charlie waited until the cost was clear, then moved into the heart of the carnival.


        “Biggest breasts around? Ya don't say?” one man said to another as they walked away from Troy's burger stand and towards the big top. Charlie looked around as saw that more than a few men were huddled together in groups or moving like small herds of sheep towards the big top. Troy seemed delighted to see Charlie.
        “Hey boy. Did your woman get sick this morning? Wasn't my cooking, no?” Troy asked glumly.
        Charlie shook his head. “Naw Troy, it definitely wasn't just you. I think she's just got a flue or something.”
        “Want I should mix something up for her? Know a good remedy for chest cold, I do.”
        At the mention of chest cold, Charlie let slip a small grin. “Thanks, but no Troy. But you can help me with something. You have any idea what ingredients are similar in biscuits, your pancakes or French toast, and a peanut M&M?”
        “Ohh, that's easy Charlie. Them all have milk in them, although I think the M&M doesn't have much real milk in it, in my opinion,” Troy said proudly, happy to show off his culinary skills.
        “Milk! That would make sense,” Charlie grinned widely, the only one of the two to understand the irony.
        “Sure Charlie, milk. You want some, by the way? I have some left that I need to use before it expires tomorrow,” he offered up a nearly full plastic ½ gallon jug.
        Charlie's mind raced, heart pounded and legs quivered all at once. He imagined what might happen to Bethany if he…
        Troy saw a feverishly crazy look in Charlie's eyes just for a moment, and then before he knew it, Charlie had scooped up the milk jug and took off toward the big top.
        “You're welcome!” Troy shouted after him.


        “Ladies and Gentlemen. Feast your eyes on the center ring!” said Bill Tanner, the oily ringmaster for the carnival's big top show. All of 5 foot tall and sporting a fake long black moustache, Bill looked rather pathetic as he tried to conduct the attention of the audience. The crowd wasn't even looking at Bill now, though. The gasps and catcalls were a testament to that.
        Bethany Emerald had just walked into the tent, an event highlighted by the spotlight that lit her body. Her large bust was the first and only thing anyone could look at. The size of volleyballs, her bust was wrapped comfortably in a purple and white horizontally striped swimsuit. A few laughs were heard in the audience, obviously thinking that Bethany was perhaps some kind of clown. But she wasn't smiling as she walked slowly towards the large wheel in the center of the ring.
        Bill stopped talking and watched as Bethany neared the wheel. He couldn't believe his eyes. Bethany's bust was shaking and jiggling with each step, and her bust was so big that her shadow in the spotlight showed two domes of flesh sticking out to either side of her supple frame. Bethany stopped in front of the wheel and waited.
        A few men raised up their cameras and began to take pictures when Angus walked in front of the bleachers and announced that no pictures could be taken, without compensation that was. He asked for 20 dollars a shot and most of the cameras were put away, all except for a few rich looking gentlemen who tossed crisp hundred dollar bills in Angus's direction and continued to take pictures of the stunning Bethany.
        “Ummm…int…introducing, the amazing Carl!” Bill said slowly, remembering that he had a job to do. The spotlight left Bethany and slid towards the entrance she'd just come in. Boos and hisses immediately filled the tent. Carl stepped into the tent and instantly believed he was getting razzed. Carl was a tubby fellow who wore a bad blonde curly wig and tight clothes that did nothing to help his figure. A gaudy cape rounded out his outfit, one he was currently wrapping around him in a huff as he stomped towards his position in front of the wheel. As soon as he passed Bethany and the spotlight lit her form again, the mostly male audience began to cheer again.
        Carl stopped short and was puzzled by the change in the audience. He bowed and began to move away from Bethany, who he'd not even given a glance or a nod. Carl had learned that Bethany was going to be his “target” tonight and he'd not been pleased. She'd ruined more of his performances in the past than he'd cared to remember and wasn't going to play nice with the headman's little girl tonight. As soon as he was a few steps away, the crowd began to boo again. Carl didn't let it faze him outwardly, but he was truly perplexed at these turns of events.
        “Tie her up!” Bill sang out. The spotlight again lit up Bethany's figure. Her long curly red hair lay down around her shoulders and back. On her feet were some white high heels, as well as white panty hose. She looked into the audience and could only see white dots due to the continued flashing of some of the cameras in the audience.
        “I don't want to be here,” she mumbled to herself, looking to either side as two clowns arrived to position her onto the wheel. She knew the routine without being led, but she felt nervous for some reason and once she'd climbed onto the wheel itself, refused to place her hands into position.
        “Come on,” said one of the clowns. She turns and saw Vern, a 60 year old and half-blind clown who really had no business still being in the business. Vern had sent more clowns to the emergency room with his mistakes than Bethany could count, but Vern also worked super cheap, so Angus kept him around. “Put your arms up here, Bessy.”
        “Bethany, Vern. It's Bethany,” the other clown said. Bethany looked down at this new clown. The voice sounded like…
        “Charlie? Is that you? What are you doing in that get-up?” she said, shocked.
        “I…just…oh my god you're gorgeous!” Charlie said, his eyes fixed on Bethany's bust.
        Bethany felt Vern take her right arm and strap it down to the wheel forcefully. “Damn it girl, I'm missing Wheel of Fortune.” He did the same with her right leg as Charlie worked with her other leg.
        “Charlie, I don't want to do this. I want to get out of here,” Bethany said quietly.
        “No! You'll be…fine. Just…give me your hand,” grunted Charlie as he finished her leg strap and gripped her arm tightly.
        “Ow, what's wrong with you? You're hurting me,” Bethany squealed. She attempted to release her arm from his grip, but he got her wrist into the strap and tied it down before she could do anything.
        “Now, watch as the amazing Carl dons his blindfold!” Bill bellowed out to the crowd, trying to draw the crowd's rapt attention away from the minor scene happening on the wheel.
        Bethany tugged at her restraints, causing her massive melons to shake inside her super-sized swimsuit. Charlie watched in awe, his eyes glazed over and his mouth opening and closing like a fish.
        “Charlie, get me off of this now!” Bethany yelled. She fought some more and opened her mouth again to scream even louder when she felt something cold and metal get placed in between her lips. It was the nozzle for a seltzer bottle.
        “I'm….sorry…but…” Charlie said, his eyes looking longingly at hers, then down to the release trigger on the bottle. It was filled with a milky white liquid.
        Bethany tried hard not to gag as the jet of liquid erupted into her cheeks, but she wasn't successful. She heard shouts and yelling coming from behind Charlie as she tried to clear her mouth by swallowing the liquid currently in there. When she did, the forceful stream of liquid kept her throat open and spewed its wet payload directly into her throat. Her eyes teared up as she attempted to stop swallowing the liquid, but the force just opened her throat back up and she continued to get another blast. She felt for a second that she might just drown right then and there. Then, as quickly as it had started, the stream of liquid stopped.
        Bethany gasped for air and looked down at the jumble of bodies before her. Bill, Angus and a few of the carnival hands had pulled Charlie off of her and thrown his nearly empty seltzer bottle to the side of the ring. It was hard to see the entire scene, since her new bust line jutted out a good 7 inches, but she could see that Charlie was fighting to get up. She continued to gasp and spit out the remnants of the liquid in her mouth.
        “What be yer problem, lad? Are ya daft in the head?” Angus shouted angrily, one of his hands around Charlie's throat. “Why are ye spoilin me show? Don't ya see the crowd we got here tonight?”
        Charlie stopped fighting and lay still as one of the stagehands removed Angus's hands from around Charlie and sat him up straight. Bethany's eyes met his and they were full of fear and confusion. Charlie himself didn't look all too together as he shook his head and looked around as if waking up for the first time today.
        “Why, Charlie? Why did you do that? You near…nearly…oooohhh” Bethany moaned, her face contorting.
        “What's going on? Where am I?” Charlie mumbled, then looked up to see Bethany's face twisted. He noticed that she was even balling up her fists and her toes. He looked around, still in a daze and noticed the seltzer bottle lying on the ground. His heart leapt and sank all at the same moment.
        “We gotta get her down!” Charlie screamed as he leapt towards her. He didn't get very far before a few hands pulled him back.
        “You've done enough damage, whelp,” growled Angus. “Yer outta here.”
        “But you don't understand. Bethany's going to…”
        “She's gonna to be busy working off her debt to me for years ta come, boy,” Angus hissed. “Starting with tonight, she's gonna be out here every night. People will pay big pounds to see a demon lass like herself.”
        “Charlie…why?” Bethany moaned painfully, the pressure in her belly was like none she could ever imagine and it was starting to work its way up. As the pressure predictable subsided, she was able to breath again normally.
        “Bethany…I don't know what came over me. I got some milk from Troy and I…I don't remember what happened next,” he pleaded. Near the end of his sentence, he could hear a loud rumble come from deep inside Bethany. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes became the size of silver dollars as she gazed down at her chest.
        “Milk…oh my god. The biscuit, the breakfast…that M&M. They only had little bits of milk in them. I just drank…” she didn't have time to finish the sentence.
        “Look!” screamed a man in the audience as Bethany's swimsuit top began to stretch outward. Bethany's arms and legs tensed as her bust swelled into the suit, making the stripes stretch further apart. Her nipples began to perk up as well into the increasingly tightening suit, becoming harder and fatter as well. Bethany's tits swelled visibly bigger, even to the folks in the stands.
        “Help me, someone! I can't move!” Bethany cried out, still strapped into the wheel. She attempted to wrest an arm free, but it just made her billowing bust shimmy inside her suit, rubbing the material across her engorged nipples. She bit her bottom lip and stifled a pleasurable moan. Scanning the men before her, she looked for anyone who seemed to still have their wits about them and found none.
        “Oh…my boobs. I can feel them inflating more and more!” she sobbed. The suit was quickly becoming skin tight around her bust and she felt it pulling against her body in other areas, including her crotch. “I'm blowing up too fast. My suit's getting tighter by the second. Someone, help me! I can feel liquid swirling around inside my tits and they're getting heavier and heavier.”
        Charlie began to move closer towards Bethany's expanding mummeries, but stopped short when he heard a tiny rip come from the front of Bethany's swimsuit.
        “I'm busting out of my suit. Charlie…help me! My boobs are getting too big. I'm gonna explode out of this outfit soon. Please!” she pleaded. Charlie and the others only watched in awe as a tiny rip in the center of her massive cleavage began to steadily widen as her breasts did.
        “Dear god in heaven,” Bill said quietly and dropped to his knees. Bethany's breasts were filling the suit to the bursting point now. The bottom of her breasts reached just above navel, but at the rate she was growing, it wouldn't be long before it was hidden by her massive mammaries. The rip in the front was now a good 6 inches round and growing with each breath she took.
        “Charlie, snap out of it! My tits are too heavy; I need to get off this wheel. My suit,” she stopped, noticing now that the crotch of her suit was now so tight that it felt like it was flossing it's way in between the lips of her pussy and the crack of her behind. She tried to look at it, but could only see the tops of her compacted hooters. Yet again, the swimsuit was so tight near the outer most part of her breasts that it was almost see through. She could now hear the rip in the front of her suit constantly tearing itself away from her cleavage.
        “It's too tight! I'm gonna burst out of my suit! Oh my god. Please, someone stop this! I'm blowing up and I can't stop it. My bust is going to bust out! Someone…help…me…before…I” she panted, trying to stem the ripping of her suit. By now, the stripes across her chest were completely warped compared to the ones below her belly, as they were the only ones either not hidden by her bosom or stretched out completely. Bethany's white cleavage squeezed out of the expanding hole in the suit like rising dough. It wasn't long before the hole had widened to expose some of the disc of her pink areola. It was only a matter of moments now.
        Charlie had never imaged he'd see the sights his eyes now beheld. Bethany, spread eagled on a wheel, with breasts that came down to her belly and nipples the size of Coke cans. The final rip of Bethany's tired swimsuit released a wave of white breast flesh for the entire audience to view. Her breasts didn't stop shaking for 10 seconds, but when they settled, they were swelling out to the middle of her triceps and down to her hips, not to mention sticking out further than she could possibly reach around.
        “There. I hope you're happy!” screamed Bethany. “God, I'm a freak. Look at my tits! Ungh…and they're still filling up! Someone, help me before I really pop!” She looked around and noticed that all the men and women she could see were not doing anything but staring slack-jawed at her enlarging bust.
        “Come on, damn it. I can feel my skin…stretching now. It's getting tight! My nipples are getting harder. Help me…I'm swelling up too big. I don't think…I can take much more!”
        Charlie walked away from the group that had surrounded him and moved as if in a trance towards Bethany's ballooning breasts. He could hear liquid sloshing around inside her tits as he got closer and as he got close enough to touch them, he even swore he could hear her skin stretching.
        “Charlie…do something! I'm…swelling…so..fast. I'm so big…They're so much…bigger..than anything..I've seen before. Can't you hear my tits filling up?” Bethany's eyes pleaded with Charlie, but he'd gone back into the trance-like state again. He just nodded and reached out to touch her breasts.
        “No, don't…don't touch them. They feel…so full…and they're…getting…fuller…I can't…keep swelling…oh!” she exclaimed as Charlie's hands pushed around the areola of her right breast. “Don't push on it, Charlie! My skin…it's so tight. God…make them..stop…stop blowing up!”
        Charlie indeed felt the churning of liquid inside Bethany's huge tit. He reached over and placed a hand on the other breast. The skin did feel very taught in his hands, but Charlie didn't care. He positioned both his palms directly underneath the nipples of each of her breasts and slowly began to push them into her bulbous boobs. She screamed in terror.
        “Charlie! What are you doing? I'm…ungh…gonna pop…they're…blowing up…bigger and bigger…stop pushing…my skin,” she gritted her teeth as she felt Charlie's weight push into her expanding breasts. “God…you're…making my…tits…even tighter…oh my god…my nipples…they're getting…harder. I feel something…something…inside my tits…pressure…oh god.”
        The men around Charlie began to step back as Bethany's boobs begun swelling up faster. Charlie stood his ground, but the indent he was making with his palms was slowly being filled in as her skin grew tighter. Bethany's boobs were out to her elbows now and past her knees. Her nipples were being directed downward as Charlie pushed beneath them. They swelled and thickened just enough to keep pace with the rest of her milky white mammary monsters.
        “They're gonna pop! I..can feel it. They're gonna burst! Charlie…what are you..doing? God, I feel…I feel pressure in my breasts! I'm still filling up…but…I don't have…any more…room to grow. My god, I'm going to burst! Charlie! Stop!…You're going to…pop me! Oh no! My skin! It's not stretching…anymore. But I'm…I'm still being filled…filled up…in my tits. Oh shit…the pressure! Charlie!” Bethany panted. Every breath she took now was getting harder and harder.
        Charlie leaned into her inflating boobs hard now, acting just on instinct. He felt the flesh beneath his fingers become drum-tight and begin to tremble.
        “Oh god…oh god…I'm blowing up…I'm blowing up…can't…get any…bigger…they're…shaking….I'm blowing up…stop pushing…stop the liquid…can't…grow…bigger,” she grunted, her eyes closing and teeth bared from the strain. “My tits…bursting…bursting to explode…someone…pop me…please! I can't take…anymore….filling faster and faster….oh god…here it comes!”
        Just then, her eyes opened wide and a scream came from her mouth like a siren. Charlie continued to push, but all others around Bethany began to scramble. Charlie felt her breasts begin to shake violently.
        “I'mmmmmgonnnaaaaaaapoppppp!” Bethany cried out as she threw her head back and thrust out her gargantuan chest. Milk burst forward from the tips of both of her coffee can size nipples, shooting out like a stream from a fire hose. Charlie continued pushing as the stream continued gushing out hard. He was getting drenched with her warm milk, but didn't seem to mind. Bethany, however, was deep in the thralls of a backbreaking orgasm that seemed to snake its way up and down her very spine. For 3 long minutes, she was treated to a continuous orgasm as Charlie applied pressure to her breasts. After that, the pressure in her breasts subsided and the stream of milk from her bosom actually signaled the shrinking of her massive melons. She passed out just as Charlie was able to get close enough for her to kiss the top of his head.


        “Well, you may not believe my story, but how else would you explain what he was in for. Assault with intent to inflate. Bet you never saw that on any bar exam did you? Yeah, he's actually the reason they created that law. Course, he pled not guilty on the reason of insanity. I don't think he really remembered putting the milk into ole Bethany. He did, however, remember the rest of it. He said her milk was the sweetest he'd ever tasted. Kept him sane in here the whole year he was sentenced for.”
        “Bethany? Well, she waited for him while he served his time. Made a mint creating bras for super busty women in the mean time. Came for conjugal visits a few times. Man, was she busty. Looked like one of them there super strippers, she did. Last time I heard from him was a few months back. Said she'd changed her name to Helia or something like that, I dunno. I can't remember. I'd only asked for a picture of her to put in the cell, but I've never yet gotten one. Ah well, I guess some things just are better left to the imagination.”