Not a Fun Day at the Beach
Written by Neb the Destroyer
Edited by Undefinedbeing
Amy walked into the bathroom, slid the bolt locked behind her, and then looked around. This room one was built like all the other restrooms around the beach. It had a sink with mirror over it, and a stall around the only toilet. Looking in the mirror, she saw how good she was looking and was quite pleased with herself. Her tight bikini briefs and top accentuated her generous curves and her long blond hair flowed down to her lower back. Or would have been if she wasn’t sick to her stomach. Amy staggered over and vomited into the sink. She was not surprised, as this was her original intention. She staggered over to the toilet, and her knees nearly buckled as another wave of pain and nausea racked her beautiful body. Amy sat down on the toilet lid and the ill feeling gradually subsided.
Breathing deeply of the cool air in the shady bathroom Amy began to feel relaxed, only to double over again as pain shot through her breasts. Giving a wordless cry, her hands came up to feel her swelling bosom. Looking down in horror, Amy saw her boobs expanding around her confining top. They were about the size of basketballs and were laying an incredible amount of pressure on her chest. Amy's hands were fumbling, trying to unbuckle the strap when, with a great ripping, the front of her suit gave way and her rack swelled out. Without constraint, her expanding mams shot past all known bra sizes and into improbability. Worse, as they reached beach ball like dimensions, they closed the half open door sealing her exit. Not that she could have stood up to get out anyway. The incredible weight of her bust pinned Amy to her seat.
This didn't deter her from trying. She reached her arms over her mountainous attributes but she wasn't even close to touching the door. She was about to give in to absolute despair when she felt her waistband digging into her skin. "How could this be any worse?" she thought even as her belly was expanding to massive proportions. The tide of pink flesh flowed out, swelling out to the door and up between the cleft of her breasts. Her briefs didn't stand a chance, they tore apart at the seams under the enormous pressure of her girth. Her girth flowed out in a wall of flesh, breaking off the bottom third of the door, trapping Amy's arms against the sides of the stall, and raising her breasts up at an eighty-degree angle. A familiar rumbling passed through her belly and she knew instinctively what was happening. "Oh no" Amy whispered softly.
Amy was startled as she woke up on the floor in a pool of a clear gel. She began wiping off the sticky goo that was covering her. Wiping more of the gel from her face, Amy determined that she was still in one piece. A stray thought crossed her mind " I must have burst." She thought. She walked over to the sink and started to wash off the goo. As she splashed her face clean, she noticed a child staring back at her from the mirror. But when she looked behind her there wasn’t anybody there.
When she looked back Amy was dismayed to see the same child back in the mirror. Slowly it dawned on her; the same shoulder length hair, pert nose, and lush lips. Amy realized that girl in the mirror WAS her and she was only eleven years old. Taking a step back, she saw her prepubescent body reflected right back at her. Tears welled up in her eyes and she started to cry in great sobs. A great groaning beside her broke her weeping. Swinging to left of her she saw a stomach, with a crater size cunt, protruding out through the broken door. Then she saw her.
The girl could have been her twin she looked so much like Amy. She was aged eleven too, and covered in goo, clutching her head and sitting in a small lake of the gooey fluid. With a mighty groan from in the stall another child copy of Amy came sliding out of the disembodied pussy. The first clone helped the second up, and they mutually supported each other as they stood. An audible rumble came from them, and the newest one declared, "I'm hungry" The other one pointed down under the stall, "Look!" They saw two steady streams of white liquid dripping down from the stall and forming white puddles on the ground. The girls removed the door easily, and then proceeded to give a stereo gasp.
Amy ran over to see, and gasped too. Her normal old self was sitting there, on the toilet, her stomach had receded back to its petite size. Her body was covered in fat drops of sweat from her unnatural labor. Her tits had retained their massive size though, and each faucet-sized nipple was flowing with a slight stream. The two ravenous girl clones set upon her with vigor, each nearly one nearly swallowed a whole nipple. Amy stood there as the girls sucked down the milk, each ones face buried in a mound of boob.
She watched as the twins suckled for long minutes. After a little while Amy could see that the girl's bellies were starting to expand. Alas, the sedated girls released their tit-spouts and sat on the fully-grown Amy's legs. Amy could only gape in sickened amazement; both of the young females had swollen belles and looked like they were about to give birth to a bowling ball. The one on the right gave a petite burp and then both girls started growing. The girls bellies started to shrink again as they began to grow taller, faces maturing, golden hair flowing down their backs and boobs forming and expanding like great pears.
Amy came out of her stupor to the sound of a sharp crack. She felt the pool of goo on the floor and saw three fully grown Amy's [extra buxom] crushed into one tiny stall. With a little wrangling and much cursing the three women extracted themselves from the box, leaving serrated cracks on stall's panels. Now all three grown Amy’s flanked the young one, towering over her like Titans. Amy faced the original [?] eye-to-tit level. As she stood smelling the milk that dripped from those mountainous mams she was driven to frenzy. Her stomach rumbled, she felt light headed, her vision tunneled to that incredibly huge nipple spouting sweet ambrosia. Right then Amy had never tasted anything so good; she forced more of the tit into her mouth as it started to gush out the precious nectar. Amy clasped on with a death grip as the weight of her filling belly started to pull her down. She felt the fluid flow into her, she couldn't breath, and she began to feel her body shutting down. Just as Amy was about to pass out the driving hunger vanished; quickly she pulled the gagging nipple from her throat. Amy's enlarged belly unbalanced her and she fell to the ground with an "eek" of fright.
Lying on the ground Amy felt herself change. She was tickled, as her bush grew thick in a matter of seconds. Her hair skimmed the top of her neck on its march down. She started to rise up even as her breasts grew to their massive proportions. Standing up she was on a level with her mother [host?]. Wiping away some of the gel that had slimed her bosom she muttered, "This has been a weird day no doubt." The trio around her bust into laughter. " After this nothing is going to bother me." Was her perturbed response.
Questions and comments welcome to Neb the Destroyer & /or Undefinedbeing