"What?" I exclaimed. "Okay you two, I think its time for bed."
"Only if you can catch us!" Cindy squealed.
"Your boobies might slow you down," Ben said with a chuckle.
I looked down as the two kids pointed at my chest. I gasped, not paying attention to what was going on right under my nose as I had been sitting watching television. No wonder my bra strap felt like it was biting into my back. "Oh my gosh! My, my breasts!"
Mt blue sweater was totally pushed to either side of my enormous boobs, and my t-shirt was bulging obscenely further out and on the sides, spreading all the writing out in big wide letters. Typically when I was in a seated position as miss Fox my breasts bung down to my lap, now I felt they were actually laying in my lap. And not only that, I could feel them, feel them filling, feel them tingling and growing.
"Oh my! What have you two little brats done?" I said as I put the baby down in the little carrier and awkwardly got to my feet. As all the weight of my breasts shifted forward, I gasped as my overfilled bra cups strained and my shoulder straps and back strap but into my skin.
I quickly slipped my hand around my back under my tight top. My fingers glanced across the bra clasp in the center of my back. I had to move my other hand back and around and work the hooks, the strap being pulled tight by my increased birth. It took a minute to fight the hook free.
"Oh my gosh! The pressure is building! It feels...it feels like my boobs are going to explode!" I cried as my brassiere seemed to shoot forward, now free, and my boobs, now free and unfettered also, expanded outward in a sudden burst. The outthrust took me off balance and I fell forward down onto the floor before the television, going down on hands and knees.
"No! No! They are getting to big! Too full!" I cried as my heavy and quickly filling boobs touched the carpet beneath me. I felt the pressure of my swelling boobs press against me and the floor, actually lifting me a little.
Then I felt a new sensation surge through my body. It originated from my tummy, felling like it was bubbling and gurgling like mad. I felt a tingling sensation through my arms and legs and rear-end and belly. Then there was this hissing sound from my tummy and I felt this pressure spread across my body. My sweatpants grew tight about my waist, I could feel my butt rubbing against the soft material.
"What! Oh no! What's happening to me?" I exclaimed as I glanced over my shoulder at my rear-end sticking up in the air. My ass cheeks were huge and getting huger. I felt my belly gurgle then press against my huge boobs as it too began to swell.
"Babysitter is blowing up like a balloon! Whee!" Ben clapped and the two kids started to run around me.
"Oh! Ungh! Noooo! I am getting too big!" I cries as my clothing began to tear at the seams . My breasts grew heavier and heavier and bigger and bigger with milk. My whole body grew fatter and fatter and wider and rounder.
"I...AM...GOING...TO...BURST! I screamed.
Then suddenly it stopped, just like that. My boobs quit swelling. My body quit swelling. The two little kids ran out of the room and down the hall. I slowly got up, actually having to go down and roll and gain momentum to get onto my feet and move to the sofa edge to prop and push myself upright.
"Oh my! Oh my oh my oh my!" I gasped as I got to my feet and stood there running my hands over myself, over my expanded chest and down over my bulging hips and buttocks. My bra had slipped up over my engorged and monstrously milk-filled boobs, making a rumpled mass under the stretched taut t-shirt. I finagled my bra off and dropped it to the floor. My boobs were so big they had made the t-shirt ride up over my boobs, boobs that stuck out at least two feet off my chest and possibly the same width on the sides. The edge of the t-shirt gung at my nipples that were erect and distended, sticking out like small red plums. I gasped again seeing droplets of milk appear and trickle down over my enlarged breasts.
My massive boobs were pushed up to my chin due to my belly which was now also grossly distended, round and obscenely fat. My swollen tummy bulged out beyond my sweatpants that had slipped down to let my ne paunch out. I could feel my expanded belly flesh against my expanded boob flesh. Across the room was a large mirror within a china cabinet. I could see myself and almost felt like crying seeing my new figure. It was as if I were pregnant it would have looked like I was carrying octuplets with the breasts super-sized and big enough to feed them.
Little Robert was now fussing up a storm now and my thoughts went to him first. I awkwardly waddled over to him, leaned forward just enough so as not to suffocate him. His little hands came up, felt the enormous boobs before him. His little mouth wrapped about a huge nipple and I sighed as he quieted and began to feed.
Several minutes later I had the baby down, fast asleep and content with a full belly, in his crib. Ben and Cindy, who had ran into their rooms earlier had also gone to sleep without another word, as if all the activity and excitement had tired them out.
I sat in the dark living room, hands on my giant boobs, on my giant tummy, and watched television. My only hope was that when Mr. and Mrs. Larson returned home, Mr. Larson would be able to reduce me to a more normal size.
Another two hours later the doorbell went off.