Story – Road Drive

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A short intro by Ready – this is my one and ONLY written story. It was done a LONG while ago and mostly written as an prelude for a Growth Lab story. So, yes, it is in the Glab universe but I don’t know where this one would land. Maybe around GLab 8-10?

Feedback is welcome of course but please use your common sense and civility. Critical comments are always welcome whereas simply complaining and snarky comments are not. This is a small community folks and you get nothing from tearing people down. 

Road Drive:  story by Ready Art – first published 2006.05.17

Maya drove down the road unaware of the change in her body. Since she left the lab earlier. Her chest hurt as if something heavy was sitting on it.
“No big deal. I’ll probably be fine after I eat.” She put the car in gear and gunned the accelerator.
Almost without notice her breasts heaved twice, then three times. The buttons on her favorite striped shirt strained as spaces gaped between then. Unnoticed by their owner each breast surged forward in what looked to be an attempt to escape from under the suddenly restrictive bra.
“What the fuck?” Maya gasped as she looked at the growing shelf of flesh under her shirt. “Why is my shirt so tight? I don’t remember it being so small when I tried it on last night.”
She grunted as her bra cups filled to their limits. The under wire cut into the expanding mounds. Maya flexed her back and felt the strap dig deeply into her skin.
“This is crazy. I can’t be growing.”
He shoulders rounded out and the top of her shirt formed tiny rips at the seams. The space between shirt buttons was starting to resemble tiny letter o’s as the billowing flesh rose.
In a few moments the shirt was overtaken by cantaloupe sized boobs fighting to escape. Her bra finally snapped and her breasts bobbled slightly.
“Unngh! My shirt’s gonna go soon if this doesn’t stop.” She down shifted as her shoes creaked. “Now what…” she said as her white and blue Nike’s seemed to round out like hot dogs plumping on the grill.
“My shoes.”
POP!
Her heel split open as the low cut socks poked out from under the plastic leather sides.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! This can’t be real!”
Maya’s widening shoulders grew out of her ripping shirt sleeves. In short order her shirt was turning into a baby tank top.
“What the fuck did I eat?”
POP! The front button of her shirt ricocheted off the dashboard of the Miata. Her shirt was completely full. Breast flesh oozed out each widening space between her buttons. Fabric stretched then tightened. With no more room her shirt seemed to compress and harden under the furious assault. Rips began at the sides. Two more buttons popped off the lower shirt. A belly button ring revealed itself as her knee high jean rivet unfastened. A smooth belly slide into view under the shadow of the watermelon sized jugs.
Splits formed near the right nipple. Immediately it flipped out and telescoped slightly with its engorged head.
“Gotta slow down! Gonna crash.”
Areola flooded out of the six inch tear, pushed on by her blimping boobs. Her shirt looked like a cobweb of splitting fabric. The last few buttons straining to hold in the billowing contents.
“Nuuuuuuu… NOOOO!”
She hit a bump in the road and her chest quivered violently. The shirt gave up and completely spilled its contents in her lap. Two huge milky white breasts shook under the car’s vibrations.
Her larger hands made it harder to hold the wheel of the car.
“Fucking what is this?”
By now her belly had grown to take up most of the space left by her split apart pants. Abruptly the pant legs split mid thigh.
“NOOO!”
Sitting foot higher with mammoth breasts wavering into the oncoming wind Maya struggled to keep her cool. A passing Jeep with four passengers honked its horn and shouted.
“Fuck you!” she said, turning her shoulders to face her tormentors. Like a slow motion wave her ponderous burdens swung after her, coming to a shaking stop pointing directly at the neighboring car.
Unexpectedly a nipple bloated and balled into a baseball sized discoloration. Milk first dribbled then began to jet creamy white discharge. A moan escaped Maya as she inhaled. Twin jet streams sprayed towards the jeep overcoming the crosswinds.
“Dude, that chick is milking us!” The passenger said. The driver now coated in milk mumbled “Bitch” and continued to parallel the Miata.
Turning to the task of driving again Maya found she could barely fit her overlarge mam’s in-between the windshield and the seat. They squished in like pink bean bags, huge nipples poking over the top of the front window. Maya drove face first in the wind. Hair billowing far back.
“Stupid fucking bitch!”
“Ease up man, she’s just giving us a show.”
“Nooo… I want her to… pay for that.”
“Dude. Chill out!”
Paying no attention the driver swerved towards the Miata with its overfull contents. As he mashed down the accelerator his foot shook and split out of his cowboy boots. Groaning with sweat forming on his brow he stomped his other shoe until it likewise cracked open to reveal a large socked foot. Small dents of toes could be seen pushing the cotton’s limits.
“Steve? Dude?”
“Gonna do it.” mumbled the driver. His Stanford t-shirt clung on his chest like a wet rag. The letters looked stretched. From the rear passengers view the driver seemed to widen and thicken. Neck muscles sprang up as his baseball cap inched up his head.
Maya saw the oncoming attack and dodged to the right. Straining to get a look at her speed she got stuck in the space between. She pulled hard and her body remained tightly packed. Only her shoulders could turn. Hands were now being pressed downward onto the steering wheel. Almost as an afterthought her jeans gave up and blew open. A smooth firm ass grew out from the tatters as her legs cramped into the dash.
The jeep driver let out a snarl as his watch popped off his burly wrist. His waist was putting a tremendous strain on his belt as it puffed up five inches. Letting go of the wheel he reached down to relieve the pressure of the offending belt and was greeted by a huge slab chest over 48” across. A giant split was forming down the middle separating the N and F in Stanford. Shoulder muscles tore open the tops of the shirt with long tearing rips.
The passenger choked out a gasp as he driver simply grew too big to believe. Steve’s favorite baggy shirt was coming off this muscle bound brute like wet tissue. He spared a second as he grabbed for the steering wheel to glance at the two girls in the back seats. “It will be…” the words stopped in his mouth. His girlfriend was staring at her chest with her mouth open in a small “o” shape. Her khaki shirt loaner was bumping under two growing mounds.
“Stacy?” he said as she grabbed and squeezed to test the reality of her assets.
Stacy looked down and felt her nipples pressing into her sports bra. It seemed like her boobs were spilling over and under the fabric. Thankfully she was wearing the huge army surplus shirt.
“John? I feel funny.”
A small burp escaped her lips. She pulled her shirt top open to see what was churning underneath. Her twin orbs bulged out from a strained white sports bra. She gulped as each breath caused flesh to bump around the edges of her top.
“What’s happening John? Stop the car!”
John leaned towards the driver as his own pants tightened and began to strain.
The driver bellowed as his jeans cracked open and a large veiny penis slopped out of the crotch region. His shirt ripped in two quick tears and his back exposed itself. The ruckus caused the Jeep to swerve left and right. Maya spared a glance left as her breasts surged larger. The windshield cracked a spiderweb as her fattening boobs took up all the remaining space on the dash. Her tummy blew out and her belly button ring clinked against the steering wheel.
CRACK!
The seat shifted and bent as Maya’s weight began to stress the frame.
“I can’t risk this. Gotta stop!”
She found she couldn’t reach the shifter. The act of moving her hand felt like pushing under a warm water bag. She groaned.
In the Jeep Stacy found her shirt filling up faster than ever.“I can’t believe this.”
Having always been a large chested woman she got used to hiding her chest under baggy shirts. Now her top pulled into a tight fitting form on her. Large F-cup breasts squished in her shirt and the sports bra cut deeply into her mounds. Her nipples flattened against her chest like pancakes. She could feel the bra fabric getting thin under the stretching.
Her shorts had slipped up her legs and were threatening to become bikini bottomed at their current pace. As she considered this several things occurred practically at once. Her bra shoulder straps gave way in quick succession and her shorts blew a huge tear on the sides. Only the elastic banding survived the sudden expansion of her rounding thighs. The front and rear leg panels hung on the remaining band like a primitive tunic.
Groaning loudly Stacy looked down to see her now basketball sized hooters rising out of her unbelievably tight army top. Each pocket released its button as the flap of fabric popped up. Heavy black buttons held the course material together down the front. She took a little sip of breath so as not to strain the burdened shirt.
The hulking driver grunted as he continued to grow into an eight foot tall muscle bound monster. John looked at his now unrecognizable friends face contorted in pain from the transformation. Steve’s cock was a python in his lap.
He held the wheel as he asked “Stacy, how are you?”
Unable to suppress a breath Stacy gulped a mouthful of air. The effect was immediate. The now skin tight army shirt compressed once then bugled out. The tops of her mountainous breasts were joined down the front of the shirt by bulging tit flesh. The heavy fabric was beginning to thin under the load. Hitting its limit quickly the first button at the bottom puckered and popped off. A slim flat belly sprang into view in that triangle of open fabric.
Two middle buttons folded deep into the flesh valley. Straining they uncorked one by one. Huge dough colored breasts slide forward. Dark tan lines lightening in the expansion process.
“Oh my god! I’m gonna blow up!”

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