Caroline and Paul lay side by side in bed, naked. They had spent the last several hours kissing, cuddling and remaining entwined in each other's bodies without ever actually having sex. It was something they had both agreed on early in the relationship. "Not Yet" was the decision, and both of them could live with this.
Caroline had a special reason for not wanting to push this too far just yet. She had to see how he would cope with the... differences she had with other women, more specifically her ability to retain large amounts of water without growing and to use that reservoir to enlarge her breasts when she wanted to. How she had gotten this ability she wasn't quite sure. She had found herself in the park one day sitting on a fountain with no memory of how she got there and no memories she recognised, and her mammories had been larger than usual also. A name hovered on the edge of her memories, a person who had done this to her. She wanted to meet him one day and thank him for making her sex life this difficult. Preferably while armed.
Come to think of it, she had a better idea for his demise. Fitting. She explored the thought further, then filed it away for later examination. It was time for the test. Paul had leaned up, and with expertise was licking on one of her nipples. Slowly, and with practiced care, Caroline allowed the breast beneath it to widen slightly from her normal base level of D-cup slowly into the realms of double D, then E, F... She was starting to wonder if he would ever open his eyes and realise how much his face was being pushed up, when suddenly, he did.
"Holy Fuck" were his first words. "Wow!" he added, after taking into account the difference between the two breasts. This Caroline saw as encouraging. "Did I..? I mean, was this me?" he stammered.
Caroline smiled slowly, "Only partly. I have this... Skill." Slowly, but faster than before, she inflated the other tit to match the first. "Comes in handy sometimes," she added.
"Are they real?"
"Touch them and find out," she begged. Paul started to knead and test each breast, licking around her nipples and sending her into ecstasy.
"They feel... almost unreal," he concluded. "Although I'm not quite sure how breasts this size /should/ feel. I've never had a set to play with before". He grinned and kissed Caroline deeply; it went on for quite a while.
"From what I can guess, they are made of compressed water." Before Paul had a chance to correct her, she added, "Yes, I know you can't compress water, and I don't know how I know, if you see what I mean. All I know is that I can drink gigantic amounts of water, and them pipe it directly into my tits."
Paul's erection, already painful, threatened to explode that this point. He gazed down at her toned body, the slim waist flaring outwards at the hips, then slowly thinning down her long legs.
"Where do you... I mean, you're not bi... I mean, How do you store the water?" he asked eventually.
"I'm not sure, it sort of vanishes. I assume it gets compressed somewhere, although I've never drunk enough to see any bumps."
They shifted onto their sides, facing each other on the bed, wrapped themselves together as close as they could (which was slightly less close than five minutes previously) and kissed for another few minutes. Caroline realised he hadn't taken the bait and continued the slow inflation process, slowly edging into the G cup range. Paul pulled back slightly so he could see her face.
'I hope he realises soon,' she thought. 'If I get much bigger I won't be able to get up'.
"How about an experiment to find out, then?" he asked.
'Oh *yes*,' she thought, but said: "I don't know..."
"It'll be... fun," he attempted to convince her.
"I've never tried to go much bigger than this..." she lied easily, "...but we could."
Caroline, complaining of being cold, dressed herself in a massive button shirt and tight jeans, while Paul filled two large jugs with water (thinking all the time about filling *other* jugs with water). This took longer than he wanted, due to Caroline's insistence that he fill from the filtered tap, which was far slower than the hose. Caroline picked up the first jug with some difficulty, carefully shrank her breasts down to a C-cup for ease of movement, and chugged the three gallon jug in one go and handed it to Paul, who placed it under the tap for a refill. While that refilled, she picked up the second jug and added that.
Halfway though the fourth jug she remembered that she had never drunk more than ten gallons in one sitting before, always before she had added it over a longer period. She wondered how big would be too big for Paul, whilst all the time his mind was running with images gathered from websites around the globe and wondering how big he could make her get.
A Quarter of an hour later, Caroline stopped, more to give her arms a break than anything else, and they collapsed in the front room on the sofa. Caroline noticed that her body wasn't absorbing the water as fast as she was drinking it, and her shirt was hiding a six-month-pregnant belly. As she watched, it shrank back to it's normal concave state, and after a few minutes they went back to the task.
They worked for another three hours with occasional short breaks to regain their strength. By the end Caroline's belly stuck out six feet before her (she had removed the shirt when it had started to get tight). They decided to stop there. Caroline could not even estimate the amount she had drunk> It had to be at least enough to fill several swimming pools. She filed *that* thought away for future reference too.
She was kneeling on the kitchen floor, her gigantic belly far too heavy for her to stand up, and while it shrank back to its normal size Paul went out to get some food. Caroline wondered how big she was going to get.
She knew from previous experience that about the size of beach balls was the limit for being able to walk, but she had never dared to go much beyond that. Would she be able to stop it? Would she explode? Well, she was about to find out.
Her stomach now flat once more, Caroline stood up carefully.
One of the solid stone tiles beneath her feet cracked.
'Oh fuck.' She remembered the time she drank enough to go to beach ball size, how the stairs and floorboards had creaked ominously as she walked around upstairs, even as a double A-cup. Caroline remembered that to everything that wasn't her, she was as heavy as all the water she had drunk.
She opened the kitchen door into the garden. In fact, she pushed down on the handle and the door splintered around her.
She stepped onto the path outside and left deep footprints in the solid concrete. Stepping onto the garden was like dipping a foot into a swimming pool, it just sank straight down. There was a flaw in the logic, however. And as soon as Paul got back, she told him, "Do not, what ever you do, leave contact with me when we go outside this room. Okay?"
"Sorry?" asked the bewildered boyfriend.
By way of explanation, Caroline followed the tiles from the kitchen into the hall and trod on the first step of the staircase to the bedrooms. It disintegrated instantly.
"On my own, I am as heavy as all the water I drank. When someone is touching me," Caroline grabbed Paul's hand and jumped lightly onto the step "I'm fine. Okay?"
"Okay," answered Paul.
Paul pulled the sofa out into a sofabed, shut the curtains, and gently carried Caroline and lay her upon the new bed. They held each other close for a while, before Caroline said, "Now, Where were we?" She paused, "Oh Yes, I remember" and went from flat chest to H-cup in roughly three seconds. Paul was slightly winded by this but rode with the punches, so to speak, and started caressing and kissing his slowly expanding girlfriend though the cotton shirt. He started to undo it, but Caroline stopped him. "No, lover," she said breathlessly, "Let me." the Process sped up slightly as she attempted to force open the shirt.
"I meant to ask you," said Paul, mesmerised by his girlfriend's chest, "But do you feel full?"
"No I..." gasped Caroline between breaths, "...still feel almost... ...empty."
Between the buttons of the shirt, Paul could see the creamy white flesh slowly filling the interior of the shirt. Impossibly round, and impossibly huge, bra sizes were unnecessary now as Each breast was easily a foot across and proudly standing three-quarters of a foot from her chest, the nipples indenting on the white cotton like the pea that awoke the princess. Gradually inflating before his very eyes, the folds in the shirt getting more and more pronounced as it strained to contain her ever expanding form, then the spaces between the buttons widened, displaying a valley of cleavage deep enough to hide a tribe of pigmies in, and a Silicone Valley this was most defiantly not. The lines across the creaking shirt reaching out from the buttons in a desperate attempt to stretch and accommodate the mountains beneath held for no longer than a second before the sound of ripping cotton announced the departing of the shirt, and the entry into the fresh air of the largest pair of breasts that Paul had ever seen in his life.
Realising his cue, Paul dove in immediately, and licked, manipulated and caressed the impossibly huge memories before him, teasing moans of pure pleasure from the woman he loved. He leant in to kiss her deeply on the lips, but the kiss was never completed as he was slowly pushed away from his goal by the inflating fun bags below him.
And still they grew. eclipsing Caroline's entire torso in their empirical expansion and takeover of the sofa, to beach balls and beyond anything either of them had ever dreamed of seeing. With a creak of protesting pine, the legs of the sofabed gave way, followed by the slats supporting the mattress.
And on they grew, Caroline counted her blessings that she was sitting upright as her breasts reached two meters across together, then individually, and carried on growing. Paul was somewhere beyond, manipulating, sucking and generally keeping her from rational thoughts, and she couldn't stop now if she wanted to.
As her breasts brushed the walls she was pushed screaming into another orgasm, Paul using his mountain climbers training to make for higher ground, until he slipped and fell slowly between the enormous breasts of his girlfriend. He edged his way as close to her as he could. She could feel him sliding towards her face, and hoped he wasn't going to asphyxiate. She tried to slow down and stop, but the feeling of brushing against the walls, the ceiling, the carpet in addition to being massaged by a moving object in her cleavage made that all an impossibility.
Soon, Paul reached a point where he could see her face. "Er... Caroline?" he asked
"Mmmm?" she replied dreamily.
"Now would be a good time to stop, before you kill us. *PLEASE*"
Caroline woke from her trance, realised what was happening, took in the entire front room barely containing the indescribably gigantits before her, and began to shrink back again. Paul climbed to the top of one of the breasts. "How long is this likely to take?" he called
"Don't quite know," replied Caroline, "Could be the rest of the night,". She could feel him bouncing around on the top of the breast.
"Think I'll sleep on my new water bed then," he laughed. Which, eventually, he did.
Caroline awoke to the smell of cooking bacon in the morning. She was back down to a G-cup and didn't seem to be able to shrink any further. 'Impurities in the water,' she decided. Those were slightly more complicated to get rid of. 'Well,' she thought, 'I've fucked that up. Almost killing people is not a good way to retain them as lovers.' Caroline sighed mentally, 'Oh well. Back to the single circuit.' She edged carefully along the hallway, noting with interest that she didn't seem to be cracking tiles now. She assumed that there must be enough remnants of Paul on her that the spell still thought she was 'Attached'. Interesting. She made a mental note not to have a shower before she had purged the water from her system, and then she entered the kitchen.
Paul was on the phone: "And a sofabed as well. Yes, The last one has broken. No, it wasn't under guarantee" he called into his mobile. "Okay, Gotta run. Yeah, you to. Bye" He snapped the mobile shut "Fuckwit" he accused it absently, and put it back in his pocket.
"Look," began Caroline, "I'm sorry about last night. I should have realised..."
"Yeah. So should have I," interrupted Paul "That was my mate Mikey on the phone."
"So I understand if you want to break this off" Caroline tried to continue, but Paul was still talking.
"So we can use his fuck-off great warehouse next time..."
They both stopped, and processed what each other had said.
"Next time?!" gasped Caroline. "You want to do that again?"
"By gods yes" said Paul "You are not only the most beautiful woman I have ever met, but you are my every fantasy as well. I'd be insane to break up with you!"
Paul gently squeezed Caroline's free hanging G-Cups, and Caroline resisted the urge to make them fill into his hand.
"And besides," Paul added, "We still don't know how big these babies can get. But only if..." and here Paul was hesitant "...you want to carry on."
Impulsively, Caroline kissed him.
"That would be a yes then." She said, then she took him by the hand, and lead him upstairs back to the bedroom. 'Not Yet' appeared to be over.
End.
What happened to Simon?
Will Caroline ever catch up with him?
Will I end up writing another sequel next time I'm really bored?
Did Paul & Caroline turn off the grill before they went upstairs?
Will the kitchen burn down?
Who the fuck cares? How big will Caroline get, that's the important question.
Is it?
Should I answer it?
Find out the answer to at least one of these questions, in the next exciting Simon Story.
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