The Big Babysitter
By Helia Melonowski 2002
bounce_69@hotmail.com

I parked my car in the front of the large home, parking partially on the 
lawn and mostly in the quiet residential street. I didn't want to ruin the 
green and pristine lawn that spanned the expansive front yard, ruin the 
plush green carpet with tire tracks that probably wouldn't go with the rock 
garden and floral landscaping. The house was a big white Ranch, bigger than 
the house to its left and to its right. The couple who owned it had some 
bucks, not surprising for the man of the house was a noteworthy chemist who 
had been in our local paper and television news more times than I could 
count.

When I had been called to babysit Mr. and Mrs. Larson's kids, knowing there 
had to be good bank for a babysit to make, I wasted no time in accepting 
though it would seriously cut into a good Friday evening.

As I walked from my car to the driveway, another car passed on the street, 
honking and the howls of a few local boys called out to me. I stopped and 
turned and smiled, seeing it was Todd Jeffries and Arnie Lumas. I walked up 
to the stopped car, smiling as the two guys smiled back and watched my huge 
boobs shimmy and shake in my top. I was wearing a blue button-down sweater, 
unbuttoned and clinging to the sides of my 68-inch chest, and, underneath 
the sweater, I had on a big white t-shirt advertising OvenTop Stuffing Mix 
except in big brown letters that spanned across my massive breasts, it read: 
I'M STUFFED. The shirt hung loosely out of my stretchy light blue sweatpants 
for I could never keep my tops tucked in due to the constant quaking of my 
huge boobs.

"Hi, guys. What you up to?" I asked as I stepped before the passenger side 
door where Todd was leaning out staring at my breasts.

"Up to no good. Want to join us?" Arnie said from the drivers seat, licking 
his lips and also staring at my whoppers.

"Nah. I have to babysit the Larson kids. Call me tomorrow night maybe," I 
said though I really wanted to go out this night.

"Well, have fun. And if you see Kent Larson, that dweeb, tell him he owes me 
ten bucks for that beer I bought him last week," Arnie said as they began to 
drive off.

"See ya, Juggsie!" Todd called out as Arnie suddenly gunned the engine and 
roared down to the corner, turned, tires squealing all the way.

Kent Larson was the Larson's oldest boy. He was 19 and from what I had heard 
he wasn't even living at home anymore. I was told there was only two younger 
kids and a new baby I would be sitting.

I pulled my sweater around as much of my bulging jugs as I could, turned, 
and headed up the driveway to the house. The driveway was wide, wide enough 
to lead to a garage with three stalls and a small shed. The garage doors 
were open showcasing two BMW's and a sporty Jaguar. I wasn't into cars and 
knew the car was a Jag by the little Jaguar figurine mounted and leaping 
from the hood.

Getting to the side door of the house, I knocked and waited. I heard the 
pounding of little feet from inside, then the door opened and a little girl, 
probably about 7 or 8, appeared. Her eyes immediately went to my boobs and 
her little blue eyes grew wide. "Momma! There's a girl here with watermelons 
in her shirt!" she called, turning her head back indoors.

A woman appeared, blond and dressed in a red dress, and she shoo'd the 
little girl away though her gaze also came to rest on my jutting breasts as 
she opened the door for me. "They say the darnedest things. You must Helia 
the babysitter?" Mrs. Larson asked as she let me in.

"I'm her," I said as I walked in and Mrs. Larson pointed me towards the 
other open door that led into the house, going into a good-sized kitchen 
area. There was a staircase that went down into a basement area right inside 
the door.

Stepping into the kitchen, there was a little babysit or baby carrier 
(whatever you want to call it) perched on the kitchen table with a cooing 
baby within. Beside the baby on the table was a breastpump and a plastic 
container with white pills. The container label read: Lacta-Aid For Nursing 
Mothers. Mrs. Larson noticed where I was looking and stepped around me and 
scooped up the container.

"I'm having a little trouble producing milk for the baby. These really help. 
Fortunately my husband created this formula so, you could say, I get all the 
free samples I need. Of course, you don't have anything to worry about like 
this right now," she looked at my jutting breasts, "do you?"

"Er...you mean, am I breastfeeding or...um...lactating? No no," I blushed as 
I brought my arms over my huge bust though it was impossible to cradle or 
cover all my immense titflesh. "I'd like to meet the right guy first before 
any of that."

"And it looks like you could nurse about ten kids off those things," Mr. 
Larson said stepping into the room. I turned, seeing Mr. Larson standing 
there in a dark knit sweater and dark dress pants. He had dark hair and dark 
eyes, the eyes behind a pair of fashionable glasses. He looked the handsome 
scientific type.

"Lars!" Mrs. Larson humphfed in disgust at his comment.

"Betty, please. I was only joking. Hello, you must be Helia," Mr. Larson, or 
Lars, said offering me a hand. I took it and we shook and we both looked 
down at my tits dance in my top. My nipples emerged, making grape-sized 
bumps at the ends of my massive bust.

"I'm stuffed," he said reading my wobbling t-shirt. "Honey, that is an 
understatement."

"Ahem!" Betty said breaking her husband's attention from the babysitter's 
chest.

"Cindy! Benjamin!" she called out and two little kids came running, nearly 
tripping over each other, stumbling into the kitchen area. "These are our 
two youngest, besides the Baby Robert. Children, this is your new 
babysitter, Helia."

"Hi," I said to the kids.

"Lady, why do you have balloons in your shirt?" Benjamin asked looking and 
pointing at my boobs. He looked to be about 9 or 10. He talked in a 
mock-innocent baby voice then chuckled with his sister knowing exactly what 
he had said.

"Be nice for Miss Helia. Now go play," Lars said as he shoo'd the kids away 
and they went running back around the corner. I could a television in the 
background.

"They've eaten and everything. Bedtime at 8 o'clock, no excuses. We'll try 
to be home by no later than 2am, we have a bit of a drive to our friends. 
The baby needs feeding at 7, 10 and 1, but we may be home by then so you 
might only have to make two bottles. There is some of my breastmilk in the 
fridge. I left instructions in how to warm it up. You are fine with a little 
baby, aren't you?" Betty said as we both looked at little Robert.

"My sisters both have little ones. Who do you think has sat them before?" I 
smiled, hopefully reassuring her that I could do the job.

"Great. Well, have a nice evening." Lars said as he and Betty headed for the 
door. "Bye kids!"

"Bye daddy! Bye momma!" the kids called back from the other room.

"Oh, and if our eldest, Kent, stops by, tell him to help himself to whatever 
he needs," Mrs. Larson said as they walked out the door.

"Have fun," I said and closed the door behind them.

#

I went to take the baby into the other room and see what the other two kids 
were doing. When I leaned over the little baby carrier, the baby looked at 
me, more appropriately my huge boobs. The infant's eyes seemed to widen as 
it caught sight of the giant milkcans bulging in my top. He held out his 
little hands and his lips pursed and he made a sucking sound.

"Are you hungry?" I asked though I didn't expect an answer back.

I went to the fridge and opened it. There was one small bottle of Mrs. 
Larson's milk in the fridge which I hardly thought would be enough to last 
the kid through two or three feedings this evening. However I didn't see 
anything more in the fridge. I warmed the milk up just a hair in the 
microwave as Mrs. Larson had instructed me, checked it for not being too 
hot, then gave it to the little baby. He drank it hungrily eyeing my big 
whoppers the whole time.

"I wonder..." I said as I looked at the bottle of Lacta-Aid pills on the 
shelf above the sink. I went and took the bottle and looked for directions 
on how many pills to take. There was just a label and no instruction which I 
assumed it was that way since maybe Mr. Larson had just grabbed a bottle of 
his stuff and let his wife use it. I thought I would be safe by taking just 
one pill, and figured it might not even do much since I didn't have the 
hormones surging through me anyway that told my body, that told my boobs to 
produce milk.

I popped the top and popped one big white tablet into my mouth. It was 
chalky and gross.

"Momma usually takes six of those candies because daddy made them less 
powerful," Cindy said suddenly appearing, peeking around the corner into the 
kitchen. I about jumped out of my shoes.

"Six candies?" I said surprised. I figured the little girl probably thought 
they were candies because they were the size of lozenges nearly.

I didn't feel anything happening with the one tablet I took. And still if I 
took only three tablets instead of the six Mrs. Larson took, I figured it 
couldn't hurt.

I shook out two more tablets and, with a grimace of their awful chalky taste 
and texture, I swallowed them down.

"My momma also drinks a big glass of milk," Cindy said smiling and pointing 
to the refridgerator.

"Good. This stuff is nasty," I said as I put the cap back on the bottle and 
went to the fridge. I took out a gallon of milk and placed it on the counter 
along with the bottle of pills. I took a big glass from the cupboard and 
poured myself a tall glass of milk. I gulped it down, washing the chalky 
taste out of my mouth.

I put the gallon of milk back and took the bottle to put it back on the 
shelf above the sink.

"There are instructions about the candies there on the shelf," Cindy said as 
I noticed a small slip of folded paper near the spot the pill bottle was. I 
had missed it.

"Hmmm, let's see here," I said taking the paper and opening it. The 
handwriting was obviously Mr. Larson's and the note read: I have made this 
batch stronger than usual. Only half a pill should be more than enough. A 
whole pill would most likely give you breasts the size of jumbo pumpkins and 
enough milk to feed all the neighborhood kids.

"Oh shit!" I gasped slapping the note back on the shelf along with the 
bottle. I grabbed my huge boobs and felt them, running my hands over and 
over them.

Cindy giggled and ran out of the room. I had been tricked.

I kept my hands on my boobs, waiting to feel something, waiting to suddenly 
feel them burst forth and swell with huge quantities of milk. The only thing 
I felt were my nipples get hard from my caressing and making prominent bumps 
in my top.

Nothing happened. Maybe I was safe. Again, maybe since I did have the 
hormones flowing that told my body to produce milk, maybe the pills wouldn't 
work.

I scooped up the baby who cooed happily as his little hands explored my 
giant left boob, and walked into the living room where the kids were. Cindy 
and Ben were chuckling.

"Very funny, Cindy," I said as I sat down on the big fluffy sofa that set 
across from the television. The kids were dropping little capsules in small 
test tubes of water and watching the water bubble up.

"Hey, what do you have there?' I asked. Little Robert found my nipple 
bumping out of my top and tried to latch on. I moved his mouth away saying, 
"There's nothing in there for you."

"They're Fizzy pills. Daddy made them and they blow up balloons and fizzle 
water and all sorts of cool stuff," Ben said as he dropped a capsule in the 
test tube and they laughed as the water all but geysered out over the top, 
bubbling and hissing.

"That's nice," I said and started watching tv.

Sometime later, I sat there, the kids had gone in the kitchen. They came out 
with what looked to be a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on a plate. I 
shifted in my seat, feeling my bra strap kind of digging into my back. The 
baby was beginning to fuss, probably hungry again.

"Here's a sandwich. You look hungry," Cindy said as Ben offered me the 
plate.

"Thanks, kids," I said thinking how sweet of them. I reached for the plate.

"I wanna feed you!" Ben protested pulling the plate away.

"Oh. Okay," I said giving into him.

Ben climbed up on the sofa next to me. I turned my head, opened my mouth and 
about gagged when the little boy stuffed the whole thing in my mouth. I 
chewed and chewed, biting on several small somewhat crunchy things and 
getting an awful taste in return. I swallowed hard, actually getting the 
chunks of sandwich down in three big gulps.

"Fizzy pills! Fizzy pills! Babysitter ate all our fizzy pills!" Ben and 
Cindy sang as Ben jumped off the sofa and ran around the living room with 
Cindy.

"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!"

My blue sweater was totally pushed to either side of my enormous boobs, and 
my OVENTOP "I'M STUFFED" 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 my breasts hung 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 stretching 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 and up 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 girth. It took a minute to fight the six hooks free.

"Oh my gosh! The pressure is building! It feels...it feels like my boobs are 
going to explode!" I cried as I unhooked the last clasp. My brassiere seemed 
to shoot forward, now free, and my boobs, now free and unfettered also, 
expanded outward in a sudden burst. The sudden 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 too 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, feeling like it was bubbling and gurgling like mad. I felt a tingling 
sensation through my arms and legs and rearend 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 my body?" I exclaimed as I glanced over my 
shoulder at my rearend 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 si 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 cried 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 hung 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, obscenely fat. My swollen tummy bulged out 
beyond my sweatpants that had slipped down to let my new 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. 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 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 boob 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 bay down, fast asleep and content with a 
full belly, in his crib. Ben and Cindy, who had run into their room earlier, 
had also went to sleep without another word, as if all the activity and 
excitement had tired them out.

I sat in a 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 somehow reduce me to a more normal size.

END