Nature's Helper by: DrEnlarge@aol.com © 1994

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

