"Mad, Mad Science"
an Eiken fanfic by GhostOfTheVoid
Chapter 1
"Admit it!" Kirika yelled.
"Have not!" Said Komoe loudly.
"Have too!"
"Have not!"
"Yes you haaaaave!" Said Kirika, and with both hands, grabbed Komoe's belly from behind and jiggled it in her hands. It was an ample handful, and the bowling-ball size gut looked even more huge on Komoe's tiny frame.
"Sh-shut up!" Squeaked Komoe, but Kirika began jiggling her belly even faster, rubbing her boobs into Komoe's back in her trademark over-erotic fashion.
"Keep this up and your gut will be bigger than my boobs!" Said Kirika gleefully. It was then that Densuke walked in. It was quite a sight. Komoe had been gaining weight for some time now, eating quite a lot while she cooked, and before long, her outfits began to get too small. Right now, her top had ridden all the way up until it was in the considerable crevice between her breasts and her belly, the only thing covering the combined three being her pink cooking apron, which by now only came up to the top of her legs.
Komoe squealed in frustration, but Kirika kept it up, rubbing her chest into Komoe's back while jiggling her belly, and, by relation, her also sizable breasts. Densuke's nose began to bleed.
"You're soooooo squishy!" Said Kirika, and moved her hands under Komoe's apron. Komoe gasped at the coldness of Kirika's hands, but that did little to stop their progress of fondling and poking.
"St-stop iiiit!" Yelled Komoe. Kirika blatantly proceeded to do the exact opposite-- by moving her hands up to Komoe's breasts, squeezing them together and jiggling them.
"Ooooooh!" Said Kirika loudly. "Going braless, are weeeeee?"
Densuke fainted onto the floor with a dull thump.
The rest of the Eiken club was starting to pile into the kitchen, wondering why dinner was so late.
"G-gah! Your hands are freezing, Kirikaaaaa!" Komoe was starting to cry.
"Uhm... Uh," said Teacher, haltingly. "M-maybe you should stop, Kirika." The purple-haired girl stuck out her tongue, but slowly worked her hands out from under Komoe's apron.
"Finish making dinner there, porky," said Kirika, "I'm hungry." She gave the littler girl a slap on the tush as she left, sending it into conniptions of jiggling.
Teacher went to help Komoe while Chiharu and Grace tenderly flipped Densuke out of the pool of his own blood.
"Wh-whyyyy is Kirika sooo meeeeeean?" Komoe sobbed.
"It's uh... Not your fault, Komoe." Said Teacher. "Kirika is just... Ah, like that. Even if you are a little... Uh..." Teacher suddenly became very interested in stirring the pot of noodles.
"I'm whaaaaat..." Said Komoe, wiping off the last of her tears.
"You're uhm... Well, it's just that..." Teacher stuttered.
"You're obese!" Said Grace helpfully, picking up Densuke's arms so that she could move him onto a couch.
"Uh..." Said Teacher. Komoe slammed a pan onto the stove and poured curry mix and water in it, muttering something about "big-boned."
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Dinner was actually very quiet. Kirika didn't even complain about the seasoning for once. Everybody thanked Komoe on the way out of the room, even miss Misono. Komoe just nodded solemnly and set about cleaning up.
"Stupid Kirika!" She said, tossing the curry pot carelessly into the sink, blasting it with hot water. "Stupid Teacher! Stupid Grace!"
Meanwhile, Kyoko Morooka, the Eiken club's science officer, was scribbbling furiously on a notepad while walking towards the kitchen. She'd worked through dinner again. "So if I reroute the power core through the right shoulder, I will... Set the robot on fire if it ever moves it's arm." She sighed, placed her palm over her face and walked in through the kitchen door. "Hey Komoe," she said without looking, "is there any dinner left?"
"Noooo!" Wailed Komoe. "I aaaayeaaaaate it alll!" She threw the curry pot into the dish drainer and slammed a few dishes into the sink. Kyoko looked up at last, and placed her arm around Komoe's shoulder.
"What's wrong, Komoe?" She asked in the most tender way she could.
"K-Kirika and G-Grace say I'm f-f-faaaaaaat..." She broke off into incoherent sobbing. Kyoko noticed that her arm was sinking into Komoe's upper arms, but chose not to mention it.
"Sssssh, sssssh," Kyoko said. "It's not that bad," she lied a little, "usually when a girl your age puts on weight, she's just about to go through a growth spurt. Sssssh, it'll be alright." Komoe started to calm down.
"I just wish Kirika wouldn't be so meeeean..." She said.
"Some things even science can't help," said Kyoko, with a little smile.
"Yeah... Hey..." Said Komoe, with a little bit of a glint behind her glasses, "you're our science officer, you've done all sorts of weird stuff..."
"What are you thinking?" Asked Kyoko in a bored voice.
"Could you make Kirika... big? Like me?" Asked Komoe hopefully.
"No." Said Kyoko bluntly, withdrawing her arm. "It's a total misuse of science. I want to advance technology, not waste my time on trivial things like that."
"So your toaster robot is going to advance technology?" Asked Komoe, grinning sheepishly.
Kyoko held up her notepad and pointed to it, showing an illustration of a small mecha with a toaster for a body. "Hey! This thing is going to revolutionize the breakfast industry!" She stood up. "I'm sorry Komoe. I just won't do it." She turned on her heel and left.
She walked down, back in the direction of her science lab, scribbling on the notepad, but she couldn't quite get her head into the blueprints.
"Hey!" Said Kirika, walking down the hallway in a bikini. "Have fun with the toaster-bot, white n' nerdy!" She said, grinning, and ruffled Kyoko's hair.
Kyoko's eye twitched.
"KOMOE!" She yelled, thrusting open the door to the kitchen. "You're on!"
Chapter 2
"Aaaaaand... There you go." Kyoko withdrew a syringe from Komoe's arm, put a band-aid over the pin-prick and handed Komoe a lollipop. "Basically, what I'm going to do is analyze your metabolism now versus your metabolism and immune system before you started gaining weight, then configure it into a form where it can replace Kirika's system... And I'll add a hunger booster for good measure. Give me a few minutes."
"Okay." Said Komoe, dutifully suckling on her lollipop while rubbing her arm. She didn't like needles. Kyoko disappeared behind a computer monitor, but continued to talk.
"Now, I'm going to warn you about a few things. For one, the first few weeks are going to be... Difficult. For you." She said, typing furiously.
"Difficult? How?" Komoe asked.
"Well... I hate to say it, but since I'm basing this off of your growth rates, for the first few weeks... Well, most of the fat is going to be centered over Kirika's chest area." If Komoe could've seen Kyoko, she would've seen at least three new shades of red invented on her cheeks, blushing furiously at a render on her screen of Kirika in two weeks. "The second is that this is in a liquid form. I'll give you sixteen ounces, the ratios are just easier, but she doesn't need to drink more than a sip. This changes her whole body... Giving her more won't change her any more than a single drink would." Komoe nodded.
Kyoko walked over to a small machine and pressed a few buttons. The machine beeped and filled a vial with pink liquid. Kyoko pulled it out, corked it, and handed it to Komoe. "Against my better judgement, here it is. I'll leave it up to you to get her to drink it," Kyoko said.
"Thanks Kyoko!" Said Komoe, taking the vial, and then surprising the scientist with a surprisingly strong and unsurprisingly but still amazingly squishy hug. For a few moments, Kyoko couldn't breathe between Komoe's ample breasts. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" She said, and gave Kyoko one last squeeze before extricating her from the large valley of her chest. Kyoko nodded weakly, then edged her way into a chair, gasping.
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Komoe was happy. Not entirely just because she was going to get her delicious revenge, but also because cooking was just something she liked to do. And she was doing a lot of cooking. The initial pot of soup (the one with the formula in it) was already done and simmering, with two more on their way. She giggled a little.
"Dinner's ready!" She called out to the dining room. Tonight was perfect. Kyoko was working through dinner again, and Densuke had homework to catch up on. She wasn't sure how the serum would effect him. She began serving up bowls, working a little to keep from laughing maniacally, particularly when she handed Kirika her bowl.
"Itadakimasu!" Came the cry from around the room, followed by the clacking of chopsticks. Kirika gingerly brought a spoonful to her mouth. She hadn't liked how Komoe looked at her when she'd gotten her food, slightly malicious, with an evil grin. Her worrying, however, was apparently misplaced. This was delicious! She used her chopsticks to maneuver another bunch of noodles up to her mouth, slurping them down noisily, not even stopping long enough to swallow before getting another and cramming it in her mouth. She chewed, her cheeks bulging, but only for a moment before she swallowed.
With the noodles gone in a few moments, she brought the bowl directly up to her mouth and began to gulp down the soup. She slammed it down on the table and gave a slight belch. "Ooh, that was good..." She said. "But... ungh!" She clutched her stomach. The hunger was stabbing into it like a knife. Komoe subtly refilled her bowl, and that was all the impetus Kirika needed to start drinking the second bowl. Slurping it down, she didn't notice that the rest of the room was in a similar state to her.
Komoe was jiggling around in a mad sort of circle, constantly ladling out new bowls of soup. All the girls were knocking back their bowls at a startling rate, even faster than Komoe had been expecting. The first pot of soup was dwindling. It seemed that no matter how fast she could refill the bowls, it wasn't fast enough. The air was filled with loud slurping sounds, clacking chopsticks and cries of hunger.
Kirika was on her fifth, now, and showing almost no signs of stopping. Her usually flat, muscular belly was now poking out a goood nine or ten inches, an arc where there hadn't been one before. She set down her bowl and looked around for Komoe, and caught a short glance of similarly stuffed girls around the room before the bowl pushed into her hands erased all thoughts aside from drinking as much soup as possible. She pulled the bowl up to her lips and lost herself in it. She moaned as the soup flowed down her throat. The taste of it was almost orgasmic. Her shirt was starting to ride up her stomach, showing off her newfound curve. As she continued to guzzle the soup, her belly began to touch the bottom of her breasts, squeezing them tighter together as she ate more and more...
At last, Kirika collapsed into sleep right in her chair. She slumped foward, arms limp at her sides, and her chin rested on top of her chest, sinking into her cleavage. Her belly was huge. It stuck out nearly two feet from where it had before her meal had started, but that was helped along by the weight of her breasts and head slumped forward on top of it. There was not a scrap of cloth covering it, her shirt had gone the way of Komoe's and was now covering only her chest. Her belly was taught as a drum. Loud sloshing noises came from it every time she moved. Komoe at last set down the pot, her arms aching. It was a near thing, too. She'd just run out of soup.
The rest of the Eiken club was in a similar state to Kirika's. Chiharu and Yuriko had collapsed next to eachother on the floor, their huge bellies pressing together, each at least the size of a beach ball. Yuriko's hands were stretched halfway towards Chiharu's breasts, but she had apparently fallen asleep in the middle of one of her numerous attempts at groping. She probably couldn't have reached anyway.
Grace was curled up in a corner, her legs straddling the bottom of her enormous midsection along with her left arm. Her right was currently folded up with the thumb in her mouth, sucking contentedly. Her dress had only just barely survived, covering only her breasts and a little of her belly.
Teacher was laying back in a chair, massaging her belly in her sleep. Her belly button stuck out a proud inch, a mild disturbance in what was otherwise an incredibly smooth, spherical midsection. Her dress had ridden up past her outie, showing off white cotton panties which were snuggling very nicely to her new dimensions.
Komoe looked around in satisfaction, then heard her stomach grumble. She'd forgotten to save any for herself. She sighed and set about cleaning up. She could afford missing a meal, she supposed.
Chapter 3
"Y-Y-Yuriko?" Komoe asked. "Do I have to keep doing this?"
"Of course!" Said Yuriko. "Where else am I supposed to put my drinks?"
"A-a-a t-t-table?"
"Do you see a table? No!" Yuriko said, and set her iced tea back on Komoe's back.
"B-b-but it's cold!" It was true. She was shivering.
"Oh hush. It's only for a few minutes until we go on stage." She grinned. Komoe sighed. She wished Kyoko had been able to predict the ego-boosting effect of the serum. Kyoko was actually not speaking to Komoe, since she was still mad that Komoe had given the serum to everyone. She was being treated nearly as badly as Komoe herself.
On stage, a girl in a wide, table-like skirt was currently bending over and mooning the crowd, save for a pair of small, snuggly boyshorts. "Heeeeey!" She said into a microphone. "Your host this evening will be none other than the fine lady Ichigo! If you can bear to tear your eyes away from my luscious backside, the competition is about to start!"
"That's our queue," said Kirika, jerking a rope and pulling forward a furiously blushing and protesting Chiharu.
"First up is the Eiken club! Leading the pack is Shinonome Yuriko! She's wearing a red... Bustiere? Does that count as swimwear? Whatever! Wow, her boobs are enormous! That's just what you should expect from the girls in the Eiken club!" It was true. Yuriko was only just barely contained in a strappy, skintight contraption. Her breasts were actually the smallest out of the Eiken club's, currently, but what they lacked (lacked! Komoe thought, lacked! At a g-cup!) in size, they made up for by being ostentatious. Currently, her nipples were entirely covered, but aside from them, she was showing enough flesh for at least three pairs of more regularly sized breasts. She bent over, showing her cleavage and causing her suit to strain with the effort of holding in her chest, and blew a kiss to the crowd. "Yow!" Said Ichigo. "Let's see what the judge has to say!
The judge, a visiting American professor named Jason Thompson who had been bamboozled into judging the competition after seeing a picture of Kirika, scrawled a hasty nine point five onto a scorecard and held it up. The crowd erupted into cheers and wolf-whistles. Yuriko bowed, to further applause, and then stepped back just enough that Kirika, were you to measure the exact inches, would have been in front.
"Next up, it's Mison-UWEEEEEH!" Ichigo fell backwards, nearly fell off the edge of the stage, windmilled her arms to stay up and then tripped forward, landing with her rump in the air. From the ground, she grabbed her mic and said "my apologies! I was just surprised at the size of Misono-san! Do these Eiken girls ever stop growing?" It was a valid point. Kirika's breasts, which had already been huge, now reached down to her elbows despite their obvious firmness. "Kirika is wearing a very simple, very sexy, very formfitting black bikini!" It was true, and it was tiny. Her breasts were mashed together and pushed up by the tiny string, and it's tightness was the only virtue that kept her nipples from being exposed. Kirika grasped each breast in her hands and smashed them together even further, letting a playful, deviant smile play on her face. "What do you say, Thompson-San?"
Jason scribbled a moment more, then held up a shaky "9". He was blushing a very deep crimson.
"And last, and quite possibly least," said Ichigo, "it's Shinonome Chiharu!" Kirika jerked the rope around her wrist forward, yanking Chiharu into the spotlight. "Chiharu is certainly more demure than her club-mates, but does that mean she's less sexy?" Chiharu was turning pink. "See, her suit is less formfitting, but it hugs enough of her curves to show you how huge her breasts are while leaving just a little up to imagination!" Chiharu turned red, and was starting to shake. "Another plus is that with a looser suit, you get a very fine jiggle! With a tighter suit, you get a firm, controlled bounce, but I've always been a jiggle girl, myself..." Chiharu fainted, falling backwards onto the floor. The sight of that caused Ichigo to stop, looking a little sheepish, and ask "Jason? What's your verdict?"
The judge held up a ten. He was blushing nearly as furiously as Chiharu had been.
"Well that has it for the Eiken Club, next up is the Origami--" A girl in a green bikini who had black hair marched onto the stage, bashed Ichigo in the head, causing her to roll over and expose her panties the crowd yet again, and swiped her microphone.
"We forfeit!" The girl said loudly, thrust the mic back into Ichigo's hands, and then left.
"Well..." Said Ichigo, still upside down, "that means... Soccer tea--"
"We forfeit too!"
"Kendo club?"
"Right here," said a short girl with blonde wavy hair.
Ichigo finally righted herself. "The Kendo team is still competing!" She rummaged in her panties, exposing herself for a brief moment, to the crowd's delight, and withdrew the slightly crumpled roster. "First up is Eviko Gyofu!" A short, cute girl walked into the spotlight. Her brown hair was braided into two tails. She was, of course, nowhere near as busty as any of the girls from the Eiken club, but she had fairly nice c-cups which looked large on her small frame, and a very large, round ass with thick, chunky thighs. "Eviko is modeling a yin-yang bikini, of all things, and look at how nice it looks on her curves!" Eviko stuck her tongue out, and lifted the straps on her bikini top, pressing her breasts together and lifting them. The top had small yin-yangs marking her nipples. She turned, showing off her back and gave a naughty wink over her shoulder. She was blushing furiously, but certainly not shy. "Yowza!" Said Ichigo, "Her ass is almost as nice as mine! Thompson-san?"
Jason was shaking as he held up a "9.5."
"Next up is the Kendo team captain, Hakuchou Usagi!" The wavy-haired blonde who had spoken earlier stepped into the spotlight. She was wearing a pink, v-shaped swimsuit, the kind that's very little more than a pair of suspenders. She was smaller up top than Eviko, but even wider below the waist. "That's the skimpiest outfit yet!" Ichigo positively wailed into the phone. Usagi grinned, and lowered herself into a crouch, spreading her legs wide and posing seductively before leaning forward, placing her breasts on the ground, squeezing them together and lifting her rump into the air. With the tiny bikini, you could see every inch of her curves. "It's turning into boobs versus butts here at the third annual Zasshono Academy swimsuit competition!" Squealed Ichigo. "And the judge?"
Mr. Thomspon loosened his collar, then held up another "9.5."
"Wow! Another nine point five! This one's gonna be close, folks..."
Backstage, Kirika spat out the chocolate-covered banana she had been teaching Yuriko to eat seductively. "What?!" She screeched. "No way!"
"And now, last up," said Ichigo, whose nose was bleeding slightly, "Manda!" The last girl strutted into the front. She was much taller than the other two, and had a narrow, wasp-like waist that gave her an amazing hourglass figure. "Star-shaped pasties!" Moaned Ichigo, "red g-string! I've died and gone to swimsuit heaven! I'm not sure if those would even stay on underwater but this is so sexy I stopped caring!" Manda grinned, and kneeled, back to the audience, cupping her breasts and lifting her butt ever so slightly off her heels.
Abruptly, Jason held up the "9.5" again, and then fell over backwards and passed out.
It took about five seconds for the auditorium to realize it was a tie.
"Thompson-san?" Asked Ichigo. He was out cold. Ichigo rummaged under her skirt again, this time withdrawing the rules sheet for the competition. "Let's see... In the event of a tie," she read aloud, "each team picks one girl to model. The judge then chooses one over the other." She glanced at Jason. He was snoring. Charming. "Okay! It's time for some improvisation! We'll have two girls pose, and I want you--" here she pointed at the crowd "-- to scream as loudly as you can for your favorite, okay?"
"Get out there, Yuriko," muttered Kirika, "no way am I letting that blonde hussy win. Go!"
Yuriko stumbled out onto the stage, opposite Eviko.
"Eviko, you go first," intoned Ichigo. Eviko nodded and then proceeded to simply lift up her top and flash the crowd her very perky nipples. The crowd roared so loud that Yuriko covered her ears.
"Okay Yuriko! Show us what that enormous rack can do!" Ichigo said.
"I have to win this," Yuriko said to herself. "Think sexy!" She crouched onto all fours and began to lift her back up, but a small "snap" interrupted her. She glanced down. One of her straps had broken. Then, in a chain reaction, every single strap burst, and only a tiny strip was left covering her breasts.
Unfortunately for the life of that tiny little cloth, Yuriko had eaten several bananas backstage, and her serum-crazy stomach had digested them and sent the fat directly to her breasts. With a final, loud snap, her chest bounced forward, going almost, but not quite to her elbows.
There was dead silence in the auditorium.
Then Ichigo shouted "Ow! My node id bleeding!" And the crowd erupted into wild cheers.
With that, Ichigo reached offstage and pulled out a large, gold trophy. "Yuriko! Here's the trophy! And my phone number!"
Chapter 4
Komoe, for the first time since joining the Eiken club, felt... Small. That's not to say short. She always felt short. Now, she was the smallest of all the girls in her chest. Lin was the closest, but it was pretty hard to tell with her restrictive dress, and Komoe wasn't going to ask her to take it off.
It was time for the Eiken Club's monthly beach trip. And that meant all the more flesh showing, and that many more inches of blows to Komoe's ego. Kyoko had been furious when she'd found out Komoe had given the serum to the whole club, but now she was resigned to it. And with how the two of them had been being treated the last two weeks, Kyoko was actually somewhat happy that she was going to be surrounded by fat girls. Take them all down a peg along with Kirika. She was hiding herself as best she could behind a sci-fi novel.
Teacher and Chiharu were still nice. But they were the only ones. Kirika, of course, was ten times worse, and by far the largest. She'd been cramming her gullet every day with the huge meals Komoe was preparing for them all, along with a sizable amount of chocolate bananas. And almost everything she ate ending up in her chest was only serving to inflate her ego. As it was, her breasts, which were beyond the point of bras, (since shipping took too long for custom measurements, and she'd already be grown out of a size by the time they arrived) but Komoe guessed they were close to a T-cup. Kyoko said they were going to shrink quite a bit when she went into the weight gain phase of the serum, and Komoe was glad of it, since it was currently her job to slather them in suntan lotion. Kirika was just barely covered by a tiny black bikini top, which she'd had to modify with a few extra feet of string. Her nipples were covered, but easily defined through the fabric, and if anyone cared to look (several did) her saucer-sized areola were poking out around the edge of the triangular pieces of fabric.
"Don't miss anything, porky!" Said Kirika, grinning, while Komoe massaged in the lotion. Komoe's eye twitched, but she kept working. Just a little longer, she thought, and she'll be porkier than I am. And she was actually quite a bit less porky. Maybe it was the fact that mealtimes should be qualified as an Olympic event considering the amount of running she had to do, maybe it was that the club frequently finished the entire meal and left her too tired to cook a new one, or maybe it was the growth spurt finally kicking in (she was an inch or so taller), but she'd lost about twenty pounds and quite a few inches off of her gut.
Komoe was about ready to snap with all this extra work. If she'd known it would be like this, she wouldn't have slipped the serum to everyone. She was used to Kirika treating her like a slave. But everyone else was a bit much. Especially since Teacher... Well...
Teacher was a few inches shy of being as big as Kirika. She'd come to the beach today wearing one of her old dresses (which by now, only stretched over her breasts) and a pair of swim trunks. Her enormous boobs were mashed together, and little bulges of breast flesh spilled up over the top and out the bottom of her makeshift blouse. Komoe didn't mind that, since Teacher still treated her like a human being. What she minded was that Teacher was useless in the kitchen. If it weren't enough that her huge rack made it almost impossible to use both hands at the same time, the extra weight on her chest was horrible for her clumsiness. She could barely walk three st-- Ooh, case in point, thought Komoe, as Teacher slipped and fell over onto Kuma.
Kuma had blossomed. She had G-cups, slightly larger than Komoe's, and they were doing wonders for her confidence. She was coming out of her bear suit more and more frequently now, and Kirika or somebody had even managed to talk her into wearing a swim-suit. A fairly mousy blue one-piece swimsuit, but it was very hard to be demure with her figure. She'd been crammed into it somehow, but it pulled up very tight around her legs, and was only just managing to hang on past her nipples. She was currently blushing furiously and trying to push Teacher off, but the enormous weight was pinning her arms down. Komoe watched them jiggle in feeble attempts to separate themselves from each other for a while, but a scream cut that short. She turned around and saw a fairly familiar sight-- Yuriko groping Chiharu.
The difference was the size-- Yuriko had been growing furiously. They had both made the connection that the more they ate, the bigger they grew, but they worked in opposite directions, Chiharu trying and usually failing to stick to normal meal portions, and Yuriko eating everything that wasn't nailed down and some things that were. Chiharu was closest to Kirika on size-- each breast was larger than a basketball, but far softer. She had tried her best to cover up her enormous breasts, but even a top borrowed from her mother didn't help. It was strapless, and was only serving to sink into her chest so far that you couldn't even see it from the front, and was slowly turning her purple.
Yuriko was perhaps half a foot smaller, but twice as ostentatious. Far from trying to hide herself under thick sweaters, she had deliberately chosen the smallest possible swim-suit she could without being arrested for indecency, and had oiled herself (Well, actually, forced Komoe to oil her) so that she could "accidentally" slip out of it as frequently as possible. Currently, it had slipped off, and was lying on top of her breasts, but her nipples were hidden, due to the fact that they were mashed into Chiharu's back. It took a lot of squeezing and squishing to get her hands around her own chest and onto Chiharu's. Currently, she was slowly working her sister out of her top, and there was very little Chiharu could do with her nimble hands working at pulling it up until pop! it slid up and bared Chiharu Shinonome to the world. Or the beach, anyway. Shotglass nipples and saucer-like areolas flashed, and at last Yuriko was satisfied enough to step back and attempt readjusting her top, whirling around in a circle and making sure that everybody on the beach saw just how big she was before she jigggled her way back into the tiny bikini.
Being clothed (somewhat) she decided her next priority was to torture Densuke. She marched up to him, jiggling very prominently with each step, and proceeded to set her chest down on his head, pressing down until he actually submerged in her cleavage. She would've tackled him chest-first, but the doctor had said it might send him into a coma-- he was already on an IV due to the massive blood loss he'd been experiencing the past few weeks.
She mashed herself around a little more. "Hey Densukeeeeeee," she said gleefully, "how do you like me noooooooow?" A muffled reply came from inside her cleavage. "Speak up!" She said, "I can't hear yoooou from inside of my gigantic rack!"
"Still don't like you!" Came the slightly louder reply.
"Hmph!" Said Yuriko. "Fine, then! She withdrew herself from Densuke's head, and strode in front of him, but turned around to add something. Too late, her breasts had struck Densuke and knocked him off his feet. "Oh, whatever." She said, and strode away. He was still after Chiharu, no matter how hard she tried to persuade him to love her. "Hey, Porky!" Shouted Yuriko, at Komoe, "where's lunch? These girls need food!" For emphasis, she hefted her left breast.
Komoe muttered "coming right up," withdrew her hands from Kirika, and began the arduous task of setting out several hundred sandwiches she'd been keeping in several coolers. She hoped they'd start getting fat soon. She needed the moral support.
As they all settled into various lawn chairs, Kirika cleared her throat loudly, and was met with the sound of several loudly growling stomachs. "You can eat in just a minute," Said Kirika, "first we have to talk. We did just fine in the swimsuit competition last week--" here there was a loud outbreak of wolf-whistling from Yuriko "--Yes, yes, but we need to be in top shape for the downhill run competition in three weeks! The Eiken club is going on a running schedule." There were more than a few collected groans. "Any questions?" Asked Kirika. Teacher timidly raised her hand.
"Yes?"
"Can we start eating now?" There were murmurs of assent.
Kirika sighed. "Yes, you can start eating." Despite her apparent annoyance, she joined in with as much or greater gusto than anyone.
Komoe watched the feeding frenzy passively from the side. She'd played it smart this time and left two sandwiches out for herself and set out all the food in advance. That way, provided the Eiken club could reach the food over their own chests, they'd be able to eat it all without making Komoe run in circles constantly.
They might not be able to reach it soon, Komoe thought while munching slowly on a sandwich. At the rate they were eating, assuming it went the way it had been going for the past two weeks... Komoe shuddered to think. She watched Teacher shove two sandwiches into her mouth at once and chew furiously. Even she, usually demure, seemed to instantly forget anything but eating as much as possible as soon as food was placed in front of her.
It had been perhaps thirty seconds since Teacher had started eating, and already her stomach curved out a good three inches, and was steadily swelling as more and more sandwiches dissapeared into her mouth. At this point, she was barely stopping to chew. All she could think about was stuffing herself more and more and more.
Komoe forgot to chew or swallow her own food as she watched Teacher continue to gorge. Her arms were moving to and from her mouth so fast they blurred, and her stomach was rapidly becoming an orb in it's own right next to her mammoth breasts. It was rounding out and pushing as she stuffed herself fuller and fuller.
The entire session probably lasted less than five minutes, but it seemed longer to Komoe. At the end of it, Teacher's belly pressed out nearly as far as her breasts did, and the combined three bunching together pressed her chest up near her chin. She leaned back into her chair and fell asleep, completely sated. Komoe finally remembered to chew, and after finishing her own food, began to clean up from the huge meal.
Meanwhile, Teacher's body began it's serum-controlled reaction to an excess of food. Her bloated belly slowly began to shrink, or rather, to move. As it slowly slid back inwards and inches dissapeared off her waist, her breasts began to sidle around inside her top, cramming themselves around and searching for any available room left inside the overstressed dress.
Her nipples defined themselves against the fabric as the dress became skintight against her swelling bosom. More flesh bulged out of the top of the dress, and the bottom slowly began to ride higher and higher on her monstrously large boobs. Her breasts stuck out more than half a foot more than they had when she'd started, and her belly had not quite finished it's progress.
The dress held all it cuold hold, but it wasn't enough. Flesh spilled up from the top and bottom of the green top as the last trace of her stuffed belly dissapeared into her swollen breasts. Teacher was still sleeping like a baby, but in her sleep seemed to detect the tightness around her chest. She leaned back in her chair and moaned, and the action was enough that the dress finally decided it had had enough and gave up. It ripped off of her and her newly freed breasts exploded outwards into her lap.
The noise attracted Komoe, who turned from the trash bins and gaped. She'd seen these growth spurts every night during the past two weeks, but this one was by far the largest. Every single girl had chests the size of basketballs at least, and some of them were far, far larger. Still open-mouthed, Komoe walked slowly over to Teacher and just stared, open-mouthed, at her enormous rack. Experimentally, she poked Teacher's left breast, and it jiggled powerfully in all directions. Teacher moaned in her sleep.
Komoe gawked for several more minutes before she had the presence of mind to cover them all for the sake of the beach.
How big were they going to get?
Chapter 5
"The Zasshono Academy Downhill Run competition will be starting in thirty minutes!" Ichigo announced over the PA. "Runners should line up ten minutes early!"
"Okay!" Kirika announced to the Eiken club, who were currently seated under the shade of a large tent, "It's noon right now. You, you, and you have twenty minutes for lunch," she said, pointing accordingly to Komoe, Teacher and Grace Lin.
Komoe really was getting taller. She was closing in on five feet rapidly, and was having almost a hard a time as everyone else finding clothes that fit. Her twelfth birthday had come and gone recently, and she was getting more looks in and out of class than ever.
Teacher these days was vaguely reminiscent of a green checker-mark table cloth stretched over two watermelons. Her breasts were firm, huge, and perky. They stuck straight out from her chest and were capped by nipples nearly a hand long and as wide as dinner plates.
Grace Lin was smaller, but not by a large amount. She was on the high end of a K-cup, just on the threshold of the second half of the alphabet. She could afford to have new clothes tailored every few days, and so she, for one, was still in costume with her split dress.
Standing between the last two, Kirika grabbed their shoulders in a death grip and said in an undertone, "don't overeat." And with that, she returned to her seat and dug in with no regrets.
Teacher and Lin tried. They really did. But the sight of Kirika, Yuriko and Chiharu (albeit with a reluctant look on her face) stuff themselves as full as they'd been doing for the past month, not to mention the delicious aroma wafting in from the ramen Komoe had cooked for them... It was too much to bear, and after a few restrained, slow bites, they snapped, almost in unison, and began to shovel in record quantities of food.
"Hey! Lin!" Komoe said, "stop! You've gotta run, remember?" She grabbed Lin's arm, only to be pulled along with it, back and forth between her plate and her mouth. Komoe jumped off and tried Teacher. Teacher wasn't as strong as Grace, but she was still a lot bigger than Komoe. Komoe could hold back one arm, but she just continued eating with the other one. Komoe ran back and forth between the two, but did little good in getting them to stop eating.
Teacher's belly was poking out a good six inches, just enough for it to start getting a real curve going. Lin, on the other hand, was up to a full foot, big enough that her belly filled her lap and was starting to press her basketball-sized breasts up like rising loaves of bread, so that they tickled her chin. "Lin! Listen to me!" Komoe wailed. But Lin was beyond hearing her at this point, too focused on stuffing her face to think of anything else.
"Teacher!" Komoe yelled, tugging on the edge of Teacher's dress. She tried poking her, but it only caused her to jiggle. In desperation, Komoe slapped her. Not hard, but she did wake up.
"Huh?" She said blankly, and then she looked down. "Uweeeeeeh!" She exclaimed. It was little wonder-- the first time she had been awake to see her bloated belly. At the same moment, Grace Lin had swelled up enough that her stomach shoved her breasts up in front of her mouth. As a result, her chopsticks, laden with noodles, poked into her left boob. Hard. She woke up too, a little bleary-eyed.
"Contestants! Please line up for the Downhill run!" Ichigo's voice announced over the intercom.
"Oh." Said Grace, glancing at the PA and then down at her swollen torso. "I'm stuffed!" She exclaimed. "Let's go running!" Teacher stared at her as she got up, maneuvered her three-foot belly around out of her seat, and then bent low on the ground to stretch her legs a few times. Her dress had held, but only just so. It had ridden up and stuck around the middle of her belly, and it was making some ominous creaking noises.
Komoe helped Teacher up and held her hand all the way to the starting line. Her stomach poked out about two feet, and had forced her dress to ride up until it covered none of her midriff. It sloshed audibly with every step she took. "Teacher," Komoe said, "you don't have to run! We can forfeit or do something."
"N-no," said Teacher, "K-Kirika-San..."
"She'd kill you!" Said Grace Lin cheerfully.
"Y-yeah," said Teacher.
The starting line was at the top of an enormous, grassy hill. It was about four hundred meters, and was traditionally used for a downhill race. Each runner was timed as they went down by an individual timer, who clocked in their performance. The score was cumulative between the three-man teams. As Ichigo explained all this, Komoe helped Teacher to loosen up slightly, but she still wasn't sure if she could make it.
"On your mark!"
"Get set..."
"GO!"
The racers seperated from each other rather quickly as the race started, splitting off into groups of the faster and the slower, more cautious ones who were picking their way down the hill and trying not to trip. Lin Grace threw herself into the lead, of course, and Komoe and Teacher weren't far behind. "Must, not, stop," Komoe heard Teacher saying between breaths, "Kirika, san, will, maul, me"
Lin was still running with impressive zeal, but her meal was starting to digest. And of course, her receding stomach began to travel upwards to her breasts. As they pushed out, filling up her dress, the creaking sounds grew louder and the bouncing of her enormous bosom grew more pronounced, until the inevitable happened-- her dress split all the way down the front, and her gigantic rack bounced it's way out of the leftover tatters. This motion had the unfortunate effect of throwing off Lin's balance, and a moment later, she tripped.
She threw out a hand and managed to stop herself, albeit barely, but had forgotten that Komoe and Teacher were right behind her. They tripped over her back and went tumbling down the hill, and Lin, realizing there was no other way to win, threw herself down after them. Teacher and Lin's full bellies sloshed noisily on the way down, and they pressed in at every bump, discomforting them the short ride down. However, their breasts were also growing, and after the first few feet, the ride was almost enjoyable.
Not so for Komoe-- she was big, yes, but hardly big enough to cushion her entire body for a whirl like this. However, since she was the smallest, and had tripped over Lin first, she was the first one at the bottom. A stopwatch clicked as she pulled herself up to all fours. A moment later, Teacher landed on top of her breast-first, smooshing her back down into the ground. Each breast was nearly two feet wide, smashed down into the ground as they were. Komoe had enough time to register that she was being smothered before Lin came to the bottom also, rolling into the two of them at tremendous speed.
They ended up in an absurd sort of triangle--Komoe on the bottom, her face covered by Teacher's enormous rack, Teacher arching her back and trying to lift herself while Lin was sitting on the ground next to Komoe's feet trying to extricate her hair ornaments from Teacher's skirt.
"The Eiken club wins! Again!" Said Ichigo triumphantly. "What have they been eating?"
Chapter 6
Yuriko arched her back, pushed with her arms and flailed her legs for all she was worth. Aside from causing her currently unclothed breasts to flail and bounce wildly in front of her, it did very little. Panting, she leaned forward and rested for a moment.
She stood upright and gave one last half-hearted shove, but had to face the facts.
She was stuck. Again. She'd been hoping to avoid the embarassment of calling someone else for help, but it looked unavoidable. Yuriko sighed deeply before calling "Porky!" Komoe, familiar with the squishy, suffocating consequences of not coming when called, belted down the hall. "Porky" as an epithet was becoming less and less accurate by the day, but the name had stuck. She was nearly fit again, and while she was still a little soft and jiggly around the edges, she certainly wasn't porky.
"What is--oh." Komoe said. It was pretty clear what it was. Yuriko's hips had been getting wider and wider in the past month or so. Her growth had left her chest, and was beginning to deposit itself in her balloooning butt and thickening thighs. Yuriko herself was furious. For a very brief time, she had actually been slightly larger than Chiharu, and now she was behind. In an effort to catch up, she was eating more voraciously than ever, but none of it was going where she wanted it to.
"Come on," Yuriko growled, "I don't have all day. Just push me out." Gingerly, Komoe laid her hands on Yuriko's ass. It was the size of half a beach ball, clad in a pink polka-dot bikini and incredibly round. Komoe gulped, then shoved. Her hands sank into Yuriko's backside, but did little else. Komoe shoved with redoubled effort, so hard her feet slid on the floor, but still, Yuriko's butt refused to budge. Exasperated, she withdrew, then ran and threw herself at Yuriko's backside with all the force she could muster. All she succeeded in doing was burying herself up to her ears in Yuriko's crevice.
"Uh... This isn't w-working..." Kome said a little sheepishly after she had extricated herself from Yuriko's backside.
"No duh!" Yuriko said irritably. "There's gotta be something around here..." She looked through the kitchen door. "Dishes, leftovers--" her stomach growled "--more dishes, some pots and pans-- Ah-ha! Butter!"
"Wh-what?" Komoe asked, startled.
"Butter! Go get it and grease me up. I should slide right out."
"B-but, how? You're blocking the entrance..."
"Just climb over me! Quick, before someone sees me!" Yuriko said furiously. Komoe gingerly grabbed the top of Yuriko's shoulders and placed a foot on her left butt cheek. It sunk in and allowed her easy traction, and she climbed up and slipped down Yuriko's breast. Her skirt lifted up on Yuriko's nipple on the way down.
"Butter, butter..." Komoe muttered.
"No, no, on the left. Left!"
"Your left or my left?"
"Same left! Come on! Over next to that leftover uzumaki stick from the ramen. There!"
"Are you sure about this?" Komoe asked, holding up two sticks of margarine.
"Get me out of this door. Now." Yuriko said, somewhat scarily.
"Okay..." Komoe applied it slowly to Yuriko's butt cheeks, making sure to get even coverage over her entire bottom. Yuriko, she noted, seemed to be blushing furiously. The sticks rapidly dwindled in her hands as Yuriko's cheeks became shinier and shiner. A few minutes later, the job was done. Yuriko was beet red and biting her lip. She tried pushing herself, but was still stuck fast.
"Climb back over and help me push!" She commanded. Komoe sighed, then put her hands on Yuriko's shoulders and pulled herself up, standing on her rack for a moment before swinging her legs over. She'd forgotten about the butter, unfortunately, and there was none of the squishy traction this time. She slid, and her head slipped backwards into Yuriko's crevice again.
She stayed there for a moment. "What's the hold up?!" Screeched Yuriko. "I can't move!"
"...N-neither can I," Komoe replied, muffled by the layers of fat around her head.
"What?" Yuriko said, dumbfounded.
"I c-can't move. My legs are at a r-really l-low angle. I'm s-s-st-tanding on my heels and I can't p-push at all. My head's stuck and I can't push you with my arms because the butter makes me slide off."
"No." Said Yuriko. "No way."
"W-way." Komoe said.
"No way!" Yuriko shouted with redoubled vigor. "What the hell am I supposed to do now?"
Komoe was silent for a little while. Then, "twenty questions?"
---
Much later:
"I spy something pink."
"It's my bikini."
"How did you know?!" Komoe asked.
"Well--"
"Do I want to know?"
"It's a very, very long story," said Yuriko, embarassed, to Kirika. "Can you push me into the kitchen?"
"Yes. The question is-- will I?" Kirika said, with a devilish grin. It was made all the more devilish by her enormously hourglass figure. It favored her top side, with her beachball-like breasts (currently clothed in a Zasshono academy yellow top that Teacher had made for her out of a bedsheet. It was actually getting too small, and her chest was pressed in slightly), but her ass was looking more and more favorable these days. It wasn't quite the size of Yuriko's, but it was large enough that her purple skirt couldn't quite cover half of it, and her thigh-high garters were starting to show serious signs of strain.
"C-come on!" Yuriko said.
"Oh don't worry. I probably will. Probably. But I need some pictures first. Actually, video. I can't capture your jiggles with pictures."
"Jiggles?" Yuriko asked, mortified.
"Komoe looks like she's shaking," Kirika explained. "And it's making you shake too!" She let out a peal of innapropriate laughter and dashed off, bouncing madly, to find a camera. She returned a few moments later with a handycam strapped to her arm.
"This is priceless!" Kirika said, and then slapped Yuriko's ass, causing it jiggle, no, not jiggle, ripple from the point of impact. To Yuriko's utter embarassment, she let out a small moan. "Ooh!" Said Kirika. "A little more sensitive?" She withdrew a tripod from her cleavage, placed it on the ground and set the camera on top of it, then proceeded to fondle Yuriko's right ass cheek.
"Unnnnn, K-K-Kirika!" Yuriko squealed. "Stop it! Get me out! Get me--umph--out!" Kirika gave Yuriko one last slap, then placed her plump breasts on top of Yuriko's swaying shelf of a booty. "What are you doing?" Yuriko asked, blushing furiously.
"Well, how else do you suggest I push?" Kirika asked, and then demonstrated: the act of lifting both her arms straight forward smashed her breasts together until she could no longer reach around them. Yuriko sighed and nodded. Kirika placed her breasts together again, and then shoved. With a "pop" Yuriko at last slid out.
"What about m-me?" Komoe asked. She was still trapped. Kirika gave her a small kick and she dislodged, covered in butter with her glasses askew. "Th-thanks, I guess..."
"Make us some food, porky! I'm starving!" Yuriko announced, trying to forget the last few hours.
"Agreed." Said Kirika.
Komoe sighed. Didn't she ever get a break?
Chapter 7
"Easyyyyy..." Kyoko muttered to herself. "Easyyyyyy..."
She was hunched over the prone body of a robot slightly shorter than she was, splayed out on a child-size table she was using. The robots chest was open, and she was easing a small copper wire on the end of a pair of tweezers down between two power couplets. Unfortunately, they had to be active, otherwise the wire clips folded down on themselves.
Hence, thick rubber gloves. Still, if she touched the tweezers to either side of the casings, it would make a hell of a zap noise and spark all over the place. So easy was the trick. "Carefullllll," said Kyoko, lowering it another fraction of an inch.
And then two enormous breasts landed on her head. The tweezers jerked to one side, touched the power couplet, and with a tremendous "zap" flew out of her hand and embedded themselves in the ceiling.
"Ooh," said Keiko Shinonome, staring, slightly dumbstruck at the tweezers above her head. "I wonder what that's about!"
"Mmph!" Said Kyoko, beating on Keiko's left breast with her hand.
"Oops!" Keiko said, giggling a little before she stepped back, and let Kyoko collapse against the table.
"Wh... Why are you here?" Kyoko asked, panting a little.
"I want what you gave my daughters," said Keiko, grinning broadly.
"What makes you think I... Did something to Chiharu and Yuriko?" Kyoko asked, a little shiftily.
"I've seen enough natural growth," said Keiko, hefting her left breast for emphasis "to know un-natural growth when I see it. And who else would be able to do that?"
"Fair enough," said Kyoko, shrugging, and walking over to her computer. "This'll take just a second." She pulled up a file, pressed a few keys on her keyboard and then clicked around a bit. She reappeared from behind the tangle of wires, holding a large purple vial. "Just drink this."
"Thanks!" Keiko said, and swiped it.
"Now be careful, because you're going to get very hun--" Here Keiko took a large swig of the serum, then dropped it almost instantly, doubled over and clutched her stomach. Kyoko dived and caught it a second before it shattered around her electrical equipment. She began to right herself and glanced up at Keiko. "Sure, don't listen to me. I'm just the scientist." She corked the vial and set it back on her computer desk. "After all, I'm just the person who's granting your stupid wishes despite the logistics--" She turned, nose in the air, but realized that Keiko had already run out, presumably to stuff her face. Kyoko sighed, rolled her eyes, and returned to the robot.
She couldn't reach her tweezers where they were in the ceiling. She decided to get someone tall to get them for her later, and pulled out her needlenose pliers. Not quite as thin, but they would do, provided she was careful. She pinched the wire carefully and began to lower it steadily.
"Little bit... Little bit..." She said to herself softly. It was only a fraction of an inch away now...
"H-hi, Kyoko-san..." Said a voice in her ear. Kyoko jumped again, and her pliers touched the metal. There was a tremendous spark, and they went flying through the air. They thumped off of the ceiling and tumbled into a pile of papers, knocking them onto the floor.
"Oopsie!" Said Komoe in a small voice.
"What. Do. You. Want." Kyoko said fiercely.
"Uh... Well, I uhm... I'm... I,I..."
"Spit it out, Komoe." Kyoko prompted, a little more gently.
"I feel small!" Komoe burst out. "For once in my life I'm... I'm..." She gestured to her grapefruit sized breasts. "Tiny!"
"Komoe," said Kyoko mildly, "the only way I can make your chest larger is to give you the serum, and that will eventually make you fat..."
"I... I'll be fat then," said Komoe firmly. "So long as I'm big."
"Really?" Kyoko said, with her eyebrow raised. "Well, I suppose..." She ducked behind her computer, pretending to type out a few buttons, and reappeared a moment later with the vial. She handed it to Komoe.
"Thank you, Kyoko! You're the best!" Whereupon Komoe gave her friend an extraordinarily squishy hug, took a dainty sip of the serum and dashed out after setting it back down on Kyoko's computer desk.
With the door firmly locked and her pliers retrieved, Kyoko began to lower the wire again. "Easy..." She said, for what felt like the hundredth time. "Easyyyy..." The wire slid into place, and she clipped it in place. Slightly giddy, but hiding it very well, Kyoko closed the chest of the robot back up and slid a small lever on it's chest.
With a whir of machinery, the robot glowed blue around the joints and sat up. It was a little shorter than she was. "Toaster-Tron 3.0," it said, in a clanking, metallic voice, "fully functional and loaded. How would you like your toast, Mistress Kyoko?"
"Light brown," she said, enunciating clearly.
"Preference accepted. Toasting..." The robot whirred for a moment, then raised its arm, which was a large, square, gun like appendage. "Toast prepared. Trajectory calculated."
A split second early enough, Kyoko ducked. A large piece of bread whirred by her head like a shuriken and crashed into the wall, crunching itself into crumbs. "Whoa!" She shouted. "Power down!"
"Command does not compute. Cannot power down unless Mistress has been served or a critical system error has occurred." The robot hopped down from the table, then pointed it's arm at her again. "Trajectory calculated."
Kyoko threw herself to one side, into her computer desk. The robot would run out of bread eventually-- she'd only loaded it with four loaves of bread. Could she keep dodging until then? Granted, it was just toast. She tried to think of whether or not toast could achieve a lethal velocity, but she was interrupted by a metallic whir and clank, followed by "Trajectory calculated." She threw herself down onto all fours, and the next bit of toast flew into the desk.
The vial full of the serum flew off, shattering against the back of Kyoko's head and giving her a rather nasty headache, along with leaving her sopping wet. "Power down!" She repeated, staring up at the robot, and as she did so, a drop of the liquid dripped off of her hair and into her mouth.
"Trajectory calculated." Said the Toaster-tron. Intense pain stabbed through Kyoko's stomach, and she did the only thing that made sense, and caught the toast with her mouth, chewing and swallowing it rapidly.
She was in a kind of trance, catching the toast with deft accuracy and efficiency. How stupid, instinct had kicked in when it pointed it's arm at her. Of course toast couldn't reach lethal velocity. Not if it was light brown. It had no hard surface. She caught another piece of toast and gratefully swallowed it while running through the code in her head. Of course. The primary directive of the robot was to feed its master until it ran out of toast. The shut down command wouldn't work unless the robot's internal logic could justify it.
With that in mind, Kyoko focused on using her hands to more effectively rip apart the toast and cram it into her mouth. Her shirt felt tight, and she could tell she was bloating with food, even though she was painfully hungry. Bread disappeared down her throat at a frightening speed as her belly began to push further and further out, tightening her skirt and top, beginning to push apart her legs where she sat splayed on the floor.
Her stomach was beginning to feel very tight, but she felt as though she couldn't stop eating. Her legs had been pushed into a V-shape by the constant growth of her bloated belly, and she rubbed it absent-mindedly with one hand, using the other to break apart the toast so she could eat it more effectively.
"Insufficient bread," said the robot, bringing Kyoko out of her trance, "powering down."
"Unnngh," Kyoko groaned, then tried to sit up. She couldn't. Her stomach was in the way, filling up her lap. She tried to spin around, but she was so bloated that she couldn't go all the way on her side. How was she going to move? She flailed for a moment, her belly bouncing from side to side, but she still couldn't get up.
She lay panting, head reclining against the desk, and surveyed herself. Her belly was the size of a small beach ball, and on her tiny frame, it made all the more difference. Her shirt had ridden up until it didn't cover her midriff at all, but a small tightness at the bottom of her stomach confirmed that her skirt was still in place.
What was she going to do?
Take a nap, it seemed, was the answer.
Chapter 8
The Eiken Club was in an uproar.
The morning had started innocently enough. Komoe had prepared yet another huge breakfast (bacon and eggs, this time, they were easy to fry in bulk) which had been rapidly wolfed down. A few of the girls, sure, had noticed around their own food-induced haze that Komoe was tucking in with nearly the vim and vigor of the best of them, but they put it out of their minds.
After a decently-lengthed winter's nap and the subsequent breakfast cleanup, the activity for the day had been a bit scattered. Clean here, cook here, train for upcoming eating contest here... But that had gone out the window with the latest bit of news:
Chiharu and Densuke were holding hands.
Kirika, Komoe, Teacher, Grace Lin and Yuriko were peeking through the doorway, attempting not to be seen. It was no mean feat with four pairs of breasts larger than basketballs, and one only slightly more modest. Not to mention Yuriko's quivering thighs and the slight love handles and bellies beginning to form on the rest of them.
"The nerve!" Kirika whispered to the others.
"W-w-well, I guess if they're h-happy..." Said Teacher.
"To hell with happy!" Snapped Yuriko, "we've all been after him at one time or another, and he goes for her?"
"So what then?" Asked Grace Lin, "do we make them not hold hands?" She cracked her knuckles.
"N-no! That's mean!" Said Komoe.
"Screw this. I'm giving her a talking to!" Said Yuriko, and with that, she marched halfway into the door and got stuck. "Damn it!" She said loudly. She twisted, turned, and then pulled her breasts through one at a time, then turned sideways and gingerly slid the rest of her out of the doorway.
"KEEP YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE 'EM, PEOPLE!" She said dramatically, pointing at the two of them on the couch. The point was punctuated by an onset of jiggling. She was wearing a tank top teacher had modified with elastic panels on the sides to fit over her swollen chest, and a pair of short-shorts she had made herself by cutting up and sewing together two pairs of her old jeans. The the tank top couldn't hide her prominent nipples, and the short-shorts had ridden up so as to display most of her backside to the world. Neither assisted in alleviating the constant jiggling and bouncing she was consistently becoming more and more prone to.
"Uh..." Said Densuke, blushing bright red.
"You heard me!" Said Yuriko loudly, "and YOU" she said, pointing at Chiharu, "what do you think you're doing? You... You... Tramp!"
"Hey--" Densuke began, but was cut off as, in a sudden blur, Chiharu threw herself from the couch and tackled Yuriko to the ground.
"How does it feel!" Chiharu shouted, "being treated like an animal! Like me! You never let me have anything!" Her hands sank into Yuriko's breasts until only her elbows were visible, just reaching out far enough that they could be seen around her own mammoth endowments.
The scene stayed tense and charged for a moment, Yuriko apparently too shocked to speak, Chiharu close to tears, the rest not quite knowing whether they should interfere or not. Suddenly, there was a loud crash as the door at the other end of the room fell in, revealing Kyoko, standing on the shoulders of a short, metal robot with square stubby arms.
What was more noticeable were the two prominent bulges in her shirt. Her vest had ridden up enough that it displayed what were-- quite undeniably --breasts.
The others stood staring, in shock, or better put, captured by the absurdity, as the robot, complete with her on top, marched into the room. It was followed by three others, which were nearly identical, save for small numbers on their foreheads, going from one to four. The three in the rear were each carrying a tray of food, piled several feet high and wide.
Chiharu, awkward and blushing, climbed off of her sister and stood up, looking sheepish. "Come on!" Said Kyoko, "let's go eat. I'm starving." Most of them still blushing or taken aback by Kyoko's entrance, filed out of the room in the direction of the kitchen to eat. Yuriko, however, after picking herself up, seemed set to attack Chiharu in any way possible.
As she headed towards the door, looking angry and dusting herself off, a single square of toast caught her neatly in the mouth with enough force that she was suddenly unbalanced and sent, jiggling, to the floor again. Kyoko, grinning cattily, clicked a button on a small remote. The robot labeled "1" raised both of it's arms and took aim. Kyoko, satisfied, took her leave, followed by her entourage.
Yuriko opened her mouth angrily, as if to object, but was caught neatly with a perfectly aimed piece of toast. Her hunger took in and she couldn't quite stop herself from eating it, but her indignation was strong enough that she tried to object again, only to receive another slice of toast.
Every time she opened her mouth, be it to protest or simply to take a breath between bites, she had another piece fired at her. Soon, her fury ceased out of necessity, as the more and more frequent feeding began to take it's toll upon her belly, which was pushing out mid-way up her thigh, shoving her breasts nearer and nearer to her chin.
Her anger now completely dissipated, she rubbed her belly contentedly as it grew, filling up her lap, and squeezing her breasts together pleasantly. The robot had to step closer and closer to her to feed her around her magnificent stomach, until eventually it was standing directly next to her, feeding her from the side. Her breasts were raised so high by her enormous belly that no other position was really possible.
With a click, the robot finally ran out of bread. Yuriko yawned widely, then patted her stomach twice before her eyes closed. Her hand maneuvered itself to her mouth, indenting her left breast deeply before depositing one thumb in her mouth, which she contentedly began to suckle.
A few moments later, she began to shrink, as always. Her stomach receded slowly, but steadily, the food depositing itself generously in her thighs, and somewhat less generously in her breasts. Had she been awake and able to see around her own bloated chest, she would have realized that her stomach had shrunk less than it usually did...
Chapter 9
It took over a month for Komoe to get the time to pull Kyoko to the side and ask her about her own growth. Komoe was thankful for the robots, but they were geared more towards cooking than anything else. Their short stature and stubby, cubic arms made it difficult for them to do delicate cleaning. As such, Komoe was still cleaning. The process wasn't helped by her blossoming figure. Her breasts extended past her elbows now, making it impossible for her to get on her hands and knees.
To remedy that inability, she had attached scrub brushes to the front of her blouse. Currently, she was skating across the floor on her chest, but she was also notably aware of how tight her skirt was on her back, and how her thighs were rubbing together... She didn't want to stay smaller than everyone else, but now she was starting to think about the consequences. She was eating a tremendous amount, and she was starting to go into the second stage of the growth, with most of what she ate starting to deposit itself in her thick, jiggly thighs. How long before she started to waddle, and then how long before she started to grow a big, heavy potbelly?
Kyoko, on the other hand, didn't quite seem to be done with her top half. As if to make up for years of flat-chested-ness, her bosom had grown exponentially. Her breasts extended so far in front of her that she was having difficulty maneuvering with her arms. Although her shortness made them seem even more huge, they were still large in their own right, and in a scant month had caught up with the rest of the girls' girls in sheer size. She'd been reduced to wearing her lab coat backwards, with the long flowing jacket draped over her front end only coming down far enough to cover her nipples, leaving the bottom third of her breasts exposed.
"Uhm, Kyoko... Why did you... I mean, I thought you..." Asked Komoe shyly, standing up shakily. The scrub-brushes were still attached securely to the front of her dress.
"Bit of an accident," said Kyoko, "There's not much I can do about it except to ride out the growth. And..." she squeezed her chest together with her arms. "It's not so bad. I think creating the serum wasn't a bad decision. With some tweaking I might--"
"AH-HAAAAAA!" Shouted Kirika. Inasmuch as someone could dive through a door one breast and one thigh at a time, she dived through, catching both Kyoko and Komoe by the scruffs of their necks and lifting them slightly.
Kirika had entered the last stage of the growth. Her bouncing breasts and thick thighs had stopped growing at a large, extra-wide beachball size apiece, and now her stomach was growing in their place. Although it didn't stick out as far as her enormous chest did, it had developed two folds already, and was the size of a basketball. It jiggled just as profusely as her gigantic, tree-trunk sized thighs. She was wearing the same bikini she had been using, all though it had been lengthened again. The back of it had ridden up so far into her gigantic wiggling posterior that she might as well have been wearing a string. The front fared nearly as badly, serving only to cover the tips of her nipples, which had attained the width of pint glasses, and were four and a half inches long.. Her dinner plate areolas were bare to the world.
"So you're the reason for all this growth!" Said Kirika, triumphantly. "I was wondering what it was..." She grinned evilly, holding Kyoko and Komoe aloft. Their breasts knocked together and bounced. The two were quaking in fear.
"YOU WONDERFUL KIDS!" Kirika burst out, and then pulled the two of them into a suffocatingly strong and amazingly squishy hug. Komoe was aware of Kirika's enormous (and rock hard) nipple pressing into her own overlarge dimensions.
"But... You..." Komoe stammered.
"Thought I wouldn't like it? Are you kidding me?" Kirika laughed, "You gave me an even more gigantic rack and made my amazing ass even better and you thought I wouldn't like it?"
"But..." Komoe said, "what about your bel--" She stopped as Kyoko suddenly kicked her. Kirika didn't seem to have noticed.
"Oh you kids!" Kirika said, and suddenly deposited them in an unceremonious heap on the floor. "Thanks again! Sayonara!" She said, and squeezed her way through the door again, presenting them with, at turns, views of her awe-inspiring cleavage, amazing butt cheeks, and of course, her rapidly growing, soft belly.
"Why did you interrupt me?" Komoe asked.
"I don't think she's noticed that she's getting fat..." Said Kyoko.
"What? How could she not?"
"I don't think she can see her belly around her boobs..."
Chapter 10
"I called this meeting for a very important reason," said Kirika, standing up at the head of the table. Her growth had really picked up as she packed on the pounds. Her breasts were still massive, of course, although their growth had slowed enough that she had gotten (or rather, forced Teacher to make) some proper clothing. However, proper was becoming more and more of a stretch, and her clothes were stretching more and more. The growth in her chest and hips was slow enough now that she was stretching out her clothes to their limits after a few weeks of growth instead of a day, but they were still at the breaking point. Her yellow Zasshono academy top was currently so stretched it looked more in the vein of a gigantic yellow sports bra, dipping low to show huge amounts of cleavage. What had once been a neatly pleated purple skirt had been modified to make use of every available inch of cloth, and it was starting to show telltale signs of stress at the seams.
While her breasts and butt had slowed, her belly had surged forward at a ridiculous pace. It didn't quite go past her breasts yet, but it probably would in a few days. She'd developed three folds in her huge pot belly, and it looked like she was almost ready to gain a fourth. It displayed a range of motion difficult to describe with words. It bounced, it wobbled, it jiggled and wiggled and moved around, testing the limits of three-directional movement. It was utterly unclothed, Kirika's attire had enough to do with her other endowments without taking into account her gorgeous gut.
"A very important reason!" Kirika repeated. She spun and slammed her hand down onto the table. The ensuing jiggling sent a small rip down the side of her skirt, which she didn't appear to notice. "You're all getting fat!" Kirika shouted.
She had something of a valid point. With the possible exception of Kyoko and Komoe, who were small to begin with, not a single member of the Eiken club was under a hundred kilograms.
Chiharu gave a sarcastic snort. It seemed that as her weight spiraled upward, so did her self-confidence. At this point, she nearly measured up to Kirika on all counts. Her breasts bulged against a strained white cotton shirt, clearly showing her pink nipples. Flesh was spilling out around the edges of her top. Her butt was a bit smaller, but it had retained a firmer heart shape despite the massive amount of flesh it now contained.
“I heard that!” Kirika said. “Why were you snorting?”
“Well…” Said Teacher, “It’s just that…” She trailed off, focusing on her sewing. Keeping the Eiken Club (not to mention herself) clothed was a full time job. Her elbows were balanced on her breasts. She’d still kept her checker-mark-themed dress, but now she was clothed in enough cloth to make up her entire wardrobe before the expansion had started. The squares that used to be tiny were stretched out over her medicine-ball sized breasts, her chunky, softball-sized butt cheeks and of course, her huge, fat belly. She wasn’t anywhere near as big as Kirika, but her size was nothing to sneeze at.
“You’re an elephant!” Said Grace Lin helpfully.
“What do you mean?” Kirika asked angrily. “Do you see these fabulous boobs?” She squeezed her breasts together with her arms, showing her fantastic cleavage for a moment before she let them bounce back. The action caused several small rips to go through her yellow top. “Do you see this great ass?” She turned around and slapped her soft, doughy butt. It didn’t even jiggle. A wave of fat rippled through her cheeks, radiating through her legs and ripping off the remains of her skirt before settling into a slow, steady jiggle.
“And what about your huge gut?” Chiharu said, giggling a little.
“What do you mean, gut?!” Kirika said, “My tummy is totally flat!” To prove her point, she slapped it. Or rather, tried to for a moment before her hand contacted with her huge belly. A look of dawning comprehension came across her face as she looked downward, grasping her stomach. She grasped her breasts at her cleavage and separated them, tearing her shirt off, and forcing her breasts far enough apart that she could see through her cleavage. She was utterly silent. She seemed to be hypnotized by her jiggling belly.
Abruptly, she turned back to the table, jiggling even more tremendously in her nudity. “Well?” She asked. “We’ve got to start training! The eating competition is next week. I’ve wanted to beat the Sumo club for forever!”
Chapter 11
“Welcome to the fourth annual Zasshono academy eating competition!” Shouted Ichigo through the loudspeaker. “Today every competing team will be aiming to eat as much food as possible. Remember, this is cumulative, the amount of food eaten by the ENTIRE team is what counts.”
“The natural favorites are the sumo team members, who have won every eating competition since the tradition began. But it’s very possible that we have competition! In case any of you are blind to jiggling derrieres or deaf to vain gossip, the Eiken club members seem to have been tucking in and packing away the pounds lately-- you have to admire their competitive spirit, as they pose the only significant threat the sumo club has ever seen.”
Well, with that established, let’s get started. For sake of simplicity, there’s only one kind of food. Onigiri! And plenty of it! Now I hear more than a few stomachs grumbling, so I won’t delay you too long. All you need to do is eat as much as possible. You cannot interfere with another team in any way. The team that eats the most within two hours is the victor!”
“3, 2, 1, GO!”
Yuriko grabbed her first riceball and looked nervously over at the Sumo Team table. Three wrestlers sat there, in full wrestling gear, hair up in top-knots, looking utterly brutal, despite the fact that they were stuffing their faces like there was no tomorrow. They were huge! She let out a small whimper.
“What?!” Said Ichigo from her podium up at the front of the auditorium. “Well… It looks like the cheerleading team is already bowing out! I guess they didn’t want to ruin their girlish figures…” Yuriko, who had been startled out of staring at the sumo team, glanced over at her team-mates. Kirika was determinedly taking bites in a quick but steady rhythm, alternating between a rice ball in her left hand and the one in her right. Komoe was daintily, but also speedily taking small bites. Chiharu stared down at the lone rice ball in her hand. Her stomach grumbled and abruptly, she began to eat.
She had followed the opposite pattern of her sister, and as it would seem, everyone else. As she had gotten bigger, she’d been getting progressively shier. It was stupid, and she knew it. All the layers in the world couldn’t hide her pear-shaped, jiggling body. She’d passed through plump and into downright fat. Her hips were now three times as wide as her shoulders. Her beachball-sized buttocks were forcing her to walk with a waddle. On top of it, her belly had bulged out until it filled most of her lap when she wasn’t full and overflowed it when she was. Her breasts were currently straining to be contained in what had formerly been one of Kirika’s modified shirts.
And she’d be lying if she said she didn’t like it, but she was suddenly adverse to all the attention she was getting. She didn’t have to act out for it anymore. It was just there, whether she wanted it or not. Was this how Chiharu always felt? Well, not anymore, but how she used to feel? Yuriko’s train of thought went slower and slower as she began to eat faster and faster. Her stomach began to bloat, losing its folds as she stuffed herself with more food. And more. Despite their headstart, she was beginning to outstrip her teammates.
It wasn’t for their lack of trying, though. Kirika’s belly was bulging out over her knees and pressing into the table. Her chair was creaking ominously, as were the straps of her bikini top. She admired her belly in between bites. It was so… Big. And full. Her four folds had become three, and then two, as she swelled with more food, pushing up her breasts until they tickled her chin. A few stray rice grains fell into her cleavage, and she fished them out with her tongue. The sensation of licking her breast almost, but not quite, made her forget about the competition before she grabbed yet another onigiri.
Komoe was standing on tip toe and leaning to one side to get to her portions. Her breasts were down to her navel. Or rather, they would have been were it not for her belly, which was bulging forward and forcing them out to the side. She awkwardly swayed on her feet, trying to reach more food around her swollen mid-section and chest. She was interrupted by Yuriko letting out a small whimper.
Yuriko’s belly was no longer merely overflowing her lap; it was more akin to a tidal wave. It surged past her knees and was pressing into the table, into her lap, into her breasts, and into her arms. She couldn’t reach around her gigantic belly to get to the table. “I’m still… Hungry!” She said, trying to stand up, but bumping her belly into the table.
Kirika glanced down at herself. She was full. Beyond full. Stuffed. But she could still move. She glanced over at the Sumo team, who were doggedly maintaining the same pace as they had at the start. Then she looked back over to Yuriko, stood up, and patted the other girls’ belly. “Sssssh,” said Kirika, picking up an onigiri and offering it to her. Yuriko hungrily grabbed it and wolfed it down. “Komoe, come help!” Said Kirika, shoveling more and more food in her direction. Komoe reluctantly stopped feeding herself to join Kirika and Yuriko.
Smashing her own full pot-belly against Yuriko’s and standing on tiptoe so she could reach, Komoe began to hand food around to her, which she hungrily gobbled down, almost faster than she could keep up. Kirika’s longer arms allowed her to use one hand for feeing and the other one to rub Yuriko’s massive tummy with, allowing her to eat still faster, as her belly pushed her further and further from the table.
They went on. Yuriko stopped feeding herself, allowing Kirika and Komoe to cram the food directly into her mouth. Still, she was burning with hunger and ate more and more furiously. Komoe was having to run between her and the table now, her own overfed belly was preventing her from reaching. Kirika was having difficulty too, but she compensated by simply smashing her body harder into Yuriko’s enormously full and round stomach.
There was the sudden sound of wood splintering. The leader of the sumo team had angrily smashed the table. Blinking, Komoe looked around. Everyone else had already forfeited. Did that mean…
“The Eiken Club wins!” Shouted Ichigo triumphantly. “Come up to the front and we’ll give you your trophy!”
Carefully, Komoe and Kirika shoved Yuriko back from the table, then slung her arms over their shoulders and stood, unsteadily, hauling her towards the front. Yuriko’s belly was the largest one the Eiken Club had seen so far. It distended down to her knees, despite being swollen and almost perfectly round. It was so big it was forcing Kirika and Komoe to walk almost sideways as they carried her, rubbing her belly the whole way.
Finally, upon reaching the front, they grabbed the trophy, while Yuriko stood in a daze, leaning on them for support. “Wow!” Said Ichigo, “You finally unseated the Sumo Team’s reign, which they’ve been holding since this contest began! How do you feel?”
“I feel… Good.” Said Yuriko slowly, sleepily. “But I don’t think I’m ever gonna eat that much again.”
And with that, she began, solemnly, to snore.
Chapter 12
It was time for the Eiken Club’s monthly beach trip. Kyoko and Komoe were diligently guiding the helper robots to set up their tables and food. Komoe leaned on one for support. Her breasts had reasserted themselves in growth and she had once again become the largest. They were huge, beanbag chair-sized mounds that were incredibly firm. They surged around her elbows and despite their round shape were almost down to mid thigh. Kyoko had modified the robots to take over the chores she could no longer do. Komoe patted her impressive bosom, glancing down at it through her glasses and smiling. She wouldn’t trade it for anything. Her more than a little plump belly and her constantly jiggling derriere on the other hand she might be able to part with. They certainly weren’t as wide as her chest, but her meaty thighs made walking more complicated when she already couldn’t see her feet to maneuver properly.
Kyoko was proportionally the largest, though her short height meant she was dwarfed by the likes of Yuriko and Kirika. She had an all around gain. Her breasts, now easily far larger than her head, sat upon her mountainous belly. As she lounged, her belly in turn sat upon her thunderous thighs. Each one was thicker around than she had been before she started gaining. Her one-piece bathing suit shoved her belly up into an exaggeratedly round, almost pregnant-looking shape, and its straps sank into her breasts, exaggerating her cleavage. As the modified toaster-bots finished setting up the tables, one of them eased her back into a reclining lawn-chair and placed a tray of sandwiches so that it balanced on her chest and belly.
Yuriko and Kirika were tied for largest. It was difficult who was actually bigger, since they refused to go on a scale. They said they didn’t want to trivialize their growth by measuring it. They mirrored each other. Kirika had a far more top heavy growth. While her thighs were certainly nothing to sneeze at, they were dwarfed by her belly and breasts, both of which had taken the lion’s share of her later gaining. Her belly was massive. It went over her knees when she sat down, and had a full five folds in it. Her breasts pushed out almost as far or just as far, depending on whether or not you counted her nipples.
Yuriko had favored a more pear-shaped growth. Her thighs now forced her to waddle. They were so massive that her legs touched together all the way down to her knees. She was currently sitting in no less than three chairs at once her belly was almost, but not quite the size of Kirika, with an even four folds. It too pushed out over her knees, although she was affair amount shorter. Her breasts weren’t small either, though they certainly weren’t on par with Kirika’s. They were round and the size of her head, with thick, short, puffy nipples and just the right amount of jiggle.
The two of them had decided to match today, and as such had twin bikini’s, in purple and red. They had slowed enough in their growth that they didn’t have to buy new clothes as frequently, so these were of a more covering fit. Kirika’s actually made it all the way around her areolas, though nothing could hide her perky nipples. Yuriko’s bottom covered almost half of her butt cheeks, which had been for the last several months a near impossibility. It came in handy as they played volleyball. Before, when their clothes had been smaller, this sort of activity would have had them slipping out of their over-stretched scraps of cloth.
On the other side of the net were Chiharu, Densuke, and the volleyball, which was soon spiked back over. With a muffled thump it landed directly in Kirika’s cleavage. She giggled a little before bringing it back out and tucking it under her arm. “Come on,” she said, “it looks like they’re done setting up the food.” Densuke put one muscular arm around chiharu and led her back up to the tables. Densuke had gone through his own share of changes. He was now more than a little fit. Yuriko and Kirika dug each other in the ribs. The ongoing joke was that he was so strong from lifting Chiharu. And it was little wonder why they joked.
Chiharu’s breasts were huge, though not quite on par with Komoe’s, and her backside was massive and soft, though not as big as Yuriko’s. What had really grown was her belly. It jutted out into an impossibly round shape even when she was standing up. It looked almost pregnant, it was so round and firm, even when she wasn’t full. It did have it’s own share of fat, having three full folds in it. Densuke put his arm around her and his hand sank into her belly. She placed her hand over his as the two strode up to the tables, and they leaned into each other slightly. Chiharu gave Teacher a pat on the back as she sat down next to her. Densuke leaned in next to Chiharu and began to feed her while rubbing her belly.
Teacher had favored a more hourglass-shaped gain. Her breasts and thighs were nearly equal in distribution, with perhaps a slight bias in favor of her bottom half. Her belly had comparatively little chub, with only two folds when she hadn’t eaten. But now she was eating, and with every bite, her belly, and everyone else’s pushed out a little further. From experience, she knew that her belly would reach nearly to her knees when she was finished eating. She was probably the most modest one in the group, wearing what was actually a one piece, although it had been modified to show her midriff in the front so that she wouldn’t rip it when she ate.
Grace Lin was in almost the same boat, although her belly was significantly fuller. Her belly had bloated out to a more-than-modest three folds, putting it in even proportion with her butt and breasts. She wasn’t anywhere near on par with the size of the bigger girls, but she was firm and jiggled all over at the slightest activity, such as the vigorous stuffing she was currently partaking in.
And so they ate. More and more food disappeared into their hungry mouths as they ate. The piles of food grew smaller and smaller as bellies stretched and grew bigger, tighter, firmer. Bikinis creaked ominously, but seemed to hold up well enough. The robots placed more food on the table for it to be consumed, placing down more and more, replenishing the rapidly diminishing piles until at last, everyone was sated.
Kirika and Yuriko sat together, their enormous midsections pushing out not just in front of them, but each squishing into the other at the side. Yuriko sucked her thumb gently, drifting off with her head on Kirika’s shoulder as Kirika contentedly rubbed her own bloated belly. Teacher laid back in her chair, her enormously full belly pressing into the table and forcing her chair to lean back slightly. Grace Lin rubbed herself with both hands, moaning slightly from fullness. Chiharu’s hugely swollen belly stuck out so far she could barely bring her feet up to the end of it. Densuke rubbed her belly slowly as she slowly began to slip into a nap with the rest.
Over at the other end of the table, Kyoko suddenly sat up. Or at least, tried to. The act only resulted in her shoving her face into her amazing cleavage. Slowly, she angled herself around and brought her legs down off the chair. She rummaged around a bit in her bag and found a pencil and notepad and, with a concerned look on her face, began to scribble furiously. Lazily, Komoe glanced over, rubbing her own belly, which forced her firm and huge chest up even further. “What’s...up?” she asked, but Kyoko just shook her head and continued scribbling, trying to ignore the feeling of her huge, full-to-bursting belly.
About an hour later, Keiko rolled up in her new minivan, and lethargically, Yuriko and Chiharu piled into the back seat to head back home. They piled into the back seat, leaving Densuke squashed in the middle between their stuffed bellies. “Densuke…” Chiharu said slowly, “You love me even though I’m big… right?”
“I’d love you no matter how big you got.” Said Densuke. And Yuriko, sitting next to him, even though she was feeling a bit jealous (okay, more than a bit) still smiled for the both of them, sliding her hand up and down the side of her belly contentedly.
Keiko grinned too, adjusting her rearview mirror. It was anyone’s guess how she managed to drive. Her chest had ballooned out, even bigger than Komoe’s. The huge, round, firm masses went down past her belly-button. Her nipples alone were the size of softballs. She’d only just entered the third phase of growth, and her belly was beginning to push her chest up. She put the van in gear and rolled away from the beach.
Teacher and Grace Lin ambled away, leaving Kyoko, Komoe and Kuma on the beach, and Kyoko and Komoe as the only ones awake. Kuma was asleep more out of necessity than choice. She'd gained nearly as much in size as Kyoko, and seemed to be able to stuff herself even further. As she lay back in her chair, he belly literally pushed her breasts into her face. No matter what position she sat in, she couldn't see around her own bloated rack. It would be a little while before she could get up. Kyoko still scribbled furiously as the robots packed everything up. “What is it?” Komoe asked again, slightly less sleepy.
“I based the serum off of your growth patterns…” Said Kyoko, “…And right after you stopped gaining weight…”
The realization struck Komoe too. “I had a growth spurt.”