Liquid Assets

Chapter 3 - Spilling Out

'What the...what's going on?!' Rachel's mind exploded with a myriad of thoughts. She felt a rush of emotions flood her brain almost as much as the water was flooding into her breasts. She looked so see them swelling past D cups to Double Ds, then beyond that even more. She stands up, but the hose extends to match her. Reaching for the hose she finds her grip is weakened by the tickling sensation of her bloating breasts. She also cannot bring herself to spit the hose out, almost as if she's actively fighting to keep it in instead of out. 'W-what's happening to me?!' She screamed in her mind, trying to eye a solution in the room as her chest began to fill up to sizes only ever imagined. She eyes the tap and takes a step towards it, only to stumble and falls towards the sink. Just as she closes her eyes in fear, she feels an indescribably pleasurable squish push against her chest as her boobs slow her trip and hold her body up against the sink. "A-ahhhhh~!" Rachel let out a moan and gripped the sink, her nails scraping the bowl. She feebly reaches for the tap and just barely grabs it, turning it off and stopping the water flow.

Just as the final glug of liquid pumps into her chest, the hose slides of out her mouth and retracts back under the sink, like a snail's eye stalk after being poked. Rachel just stood there, her mind a whirring mess of thoughts, feelings and jittering desires. She wearily looks down and a breath stealing gasp takes her voice away. Her breasts jutted out almost 20 centimeters , and were so rounded now they could be seen from behind. Her feet weren't even visible anymore, all she saw was some fluffy pajama clad breasts, their weight really starting to set in now. She heaves herself to an upright position, only to flop down again, her rack dragging her further and further down with its saggy weight. "Oh...oh my god, this...this can't be real.." She utters before sinking to the floor as the stress and shock overtakes her, sending her into an unconscious collapse.

Daylight creeped into the bathroom, and it's warm glow shone down on Rachel, driving her eyes open from her dazed sleep. She looks around to see herself still on the bathroom floor. Realising what had happened last night she quickly rolls onto her back and looks down at her chest. It was...back to normal! "Phew...that must have been some crazy dream..." Rachel sighed and slowly clambered back to her feet and wandered around the apartment. Just as she was ready to sit down with a plate of breakfast toast and eggs, she heard a knock on the door. She drearily opens it, and to her chagrin, its Sasha and Sean again. "Erm, morning Miss Rachel..." Sasha muttered slowly.

"What do you two want? You fixed everything right?" Rachel said, letting out a loud accentuated huff at their presence. "Well, yes you did, but we just needed to check something..." Sean slowly squeaked, even more anxious than before. Not saying anything Rachel just tilts her head to the bathroom and they hurry inside. She hears them muttering amongst each other and the clitter clatter of metal and tools fills the apartment. After a few minutes the pair walk out, looks of confusion and worry painted on their faces. "Well? What seems to be the problem?" She quizzes the two as they start wrestling one another to the front. "Well, we erm...realized we didn't properly install the B.I.G tubing, we were in a bit of a panic but, it's all fine now." Sean finally spoke, his voice laced with a strange air of concern and cautiousness. Rachel leans in, her gaze piercing his skull trying to get a hold on his thoughts. Then, it occurred to her, the dream she had...the tube was loose under the sink like they said. The dream crept back into her mind, the hose in her mouth, the water flowing down her throat, the cold sensation of her breasts filling up with the water. The tightness, the weight, the pleasure, it was all flowing into her mind like the water into her chest. Her hand grips her breast as her heart begins to pound more and more. Her breath shortens as the line between dream and reality begins to blur in her mind's eye. "Miss Rachel? Are you ok?" Sasha places her hand on Rachel's shoulder. She gives Rachel a slight shake as she descended further into a dazed state of confusion. Then, with a clap from Sean, Rachel shakes her head and snaps back from her daydream. "Huh?! WHo? Me? Yes! I'm fine thank you yes!" She yelped, spooking the janitors. As Rachel breathed deeply, trying to regain composure, Sean murmurs to Sasha, only for Sasha to yet again elbow him as she turns back to rachel. "Erm, m-miss Rachel."

"What?" Rachel looks at the pair, noticing Sasha mysteriously eyeing her chest area. "Excuse me Sasha! But isn't it supposed to be your boyfriend who should oogle at my boobs?!"

"Hmm? O-oh! Sorry Miss Rachel, I couldn't help but notice that your pajama shirt looks erm..." She hesitates, only making Rachel more irate. "Y-your shirt looks a little damaged and stretched, did...anything bad happen last night?"

"What do you mean my shirt looks fu..." Rachel scoffs initially, grabbing her pajama shirt, confident it will resist her pull. However, with the slightest tug, her shirt follows her grip, sticking out almost a foot. "W-what the?!" As the sudden realisation of her situation, she grabs the two young janitors and practically throws them out of the apartment. Slamming the door and locking it, she sits against the door and begins to breathe heavily again. The dream, it was all real, the inflating, the hose...the pleasure, it was all real. Unable to resist the memories of the night before, she stands up and makes a beeline for her bathroom.