Just Add Water's First Short Story: Snow Bunny (Patreon)

So my best friend and co-creator of 'Just Add Water' finished up this cute short story about Isabelle and the first time she learns of her water based growth abilities. We have no idea what caused them or why they became active at this moment in time, but could we have picked a better one?  It might involve a ski resort, a hot tub, some vodka, and a cute guy.

Please give the story a read through, its only like two pages and let me know what you liked! And more importantly what section you'd like a picture or two done of. And I'm sure the author might do another short story that gets a little more hawt and heavy stuff if he feels the love!

So with out further ado,

Snow Bunny: Isabelle's First Time

It was too much for her and she made her move.  Pressing her cleavage right into his arm, her

lips a hairsbreadth away from his ear, she whispered, “Well, here’s one for you.”  Tossing the bottle aside, she reached for his

hands underwater and brought them to her breasts.  Even as foggy as her mind was from the vodka,

she knew that these bad girls will get him going.

A slippery hand made a move under her top.  Snapping back to the moment, she slapped it

away.  “Oh no,” she said, pressing

against him, giving his ear a playful nip. 

“Allow me…”  Moaning, biting her

lip seductively, she raised herself up out of the water, the surface dropping

down to his shorts.  Stretching, arching

her back as the water cascaded off, she squeezed her ripe melons, trying and

failing to play with the non-existent loose fabric.  Her eyes fluttered down at him through a

booze-addled haze...

It was only now that Isabelle realized what was happening.  The extra weight on her chest and backside, the

odd water, the bikini fit to burst… she was growing!  Her normally thin body and modest curves had

at least doubled in size to rival any 40’s pin-up.  Wide, sumptuous hips with the string deeply

embedded in their light freckles; voluptuous and trim legs and arms with a

tight tummy to accentuate her new hourglass best; heaving breasts, once C’s

loose in the snow leopard, now resembled soccer balls with the white and black

spots, at least where there was still fabric to cover them.  Her hat was perched precariously upon her

orangey red hair, far too small to actually fit.  And her height… she was already tall for a

girl being just under six feet, but now her forehead was at the same level as a

basketball hoop. 

Wading through the tub, the guy reached her forlorn foot.  Unable to comprehend what was happening any

better than her right now, he prodded her heel. 

“Uhhh… you okay?” he finally managed to get out, looking over the edge

to her body.

 

 

A perfect feminine-size hole had been made in the drift from her head

to her knees.  After a brief moment where

she seemed unable to move, an arm reached out, steaming from the heat of her

body going into the cold snow.  Slowly,

the rest of her appeared and she flipped over to look at him with a face of

pure crimson.  Clumps of snow were all

over her giant form, melting and slipping down her freckled shoulders and bosom. 

 

“I… what’s…”  She looked up to

the guy, wide eyed and slack-jawed with a major bulge in his shorts.  This embarrassing look made her more than a

little irritated.  “Going to just gawk

all day?”

 

“She’s growing again…” she could hear him whisper.

 

And indeed, when Isabelle looked down, her chest was visibly growing

out, the strings digging painfully into the sides of her boobs.  Her tush seemed to be pushing more and more

of the snow bank away, and ever so slowly she could feel her back raising her

to eye-level with the guy.

 

Now able to pause and soak in her predicament, she finally sensed the tingling

everywhere the snow touched her body.  So

focused on the moment, so tipsy from the booze, she hadn’t noticed the sensation

all over her body.  But now she could

feel, every snowflake thawing on her body, and every resulting drop sliding

into her skin, and every molecule of water making her a little bit bigger. 

 

She bit her lip.  Partially from

the pain of the swimsuit digging into her ever growing body, partially because

she was unable to see a way out of what was happening, and, to a small extent,

because she was aroused by it. 

 

Before long, her hips were twice their original size, almost half the

length of the hot tub itself.  Her ever

shapely legs had grown out so much that her feet were actually back in the

water.  More and more of the snow drift

seemed to vanish as every part of her expanded, but nowhere was it more visible

than on her top.  In the still winter

night, one could almost hear the strings of the bikini creak in agony trying to

preserve her modesty. 

 

Isabelle wasn’t sure why, but she had resigned herself to continued expansion

for the rest of the night, a weird freak of nature turning into a giant, no

doubt to later terrorize the village now that she was twice the height of anyone.  Her sister’s bikini was more than a little

ruined by the snowman-sized boobs, and that poor guy she was fliting with… what

must he be thinking of her?  But when she

looked up, she realized the bulge in his shorts sure wasn’t shrinking.  In fact, it may very well be growing as

well.  This gave her a new naughty idea.

 

“Get me the bottle.”

 

Almost instantly the remaining half of the vodka was in front of

her.  Looking over the glass for a

moment, she took a swig, draining the contents in one fell swoop.  As the last went down her throat, she took a

massive breath, puffing out her bosom towards the guy.  With a clench, the last of the string had

finally given away, sending the top flying. 

Now, heavy, pendulous tits, bounced and hung freely on her chest.  Her milky white flesh, accented with freckles

over her cleavage, was absolutely massive now, each larger than her own giant

head.  Dark pink areola the size of a

palm was on the ends, crowned by a hard, fat nipple.

 

She smiled seductively through a veil of long, orangey hair at the guy

with her top resting on his head.  “Like

what you see, big boy?” she teased at him. 

He violently nodded his head, causing her to lean back against the suddenly

cracking fence and spread her legs.  The

bottoms were holding on still, but it was clear they were in a losing

battle.  Nothing was left to the

imagination, judging by the way her very aroused pussy could be seen through

the cloth.  She lifted one of her huge

feet and brushed the side of his face.  “Why

don’t you come over here and prove it?” she asked, biting a finger coyly for

emphasis.