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.