Unexplained Expansion 2: The Parking Lot

It's late and Maggie just wants to get to her car and get home. Fate has other plans for her.

Maggie walked out of the movie theater by herself on a warm summer’s night. She had been virtually alone in the theater, as everyone had already seen the movie she was watching. It had been a pretty good movie, but Maggie was starting to regret going to see the late show. Not only was she extremely tired, but her car was parked in the very farthest corner of the parking lot. It had been extremely busy when she got to the theater, but the movie she had seen was a long one; now the parking lot was virtually empty and she had to walk across the barren expanse by herself.

The distance was huge, more than a quarter mile away from the theater. Maggie couldn’t even see her car yet, despite there being only one or two other cars in the lot. I shouldn’t have come in so late to the movie, she thought to herself. About a quarter of the way through the parking lot, Maggie started to feel anxious. She was all by herself in the middle of this huge parking lot. There was nobody around, but still, the wide, dark space seemed ominous and scary. She started to walk a little faster.

As she reached the middle of the parking lot, Maggie finally spotted her car. It was in the darkest corner of the lot, of course. She was really starting to regret her choice of times to see a movie. Suddenly, Maggie heard a hissing sound start nearby. She stopped abruptly, looking for the source of the sound. The first thought through her mind was that a snake was in the area, as unlikely as that seemed. However, looking around, she saw nothing. There weren’t any cars in the immediate vicinity, and, being right under the light, she had a good view of the area around her, and there were no snakes. But the hissing continued, sounding as if it were right under her. Right next to her, even. It sounded like a leaking balloon. Using her ears to guide her, Maggie turned around, but the intensity of the hissing didn’t change as she turned. As she bent to the ground, however, it suddenly got louder. But there was nothing on the ground where she stood. So where the hell was the hissing coming from?

Around that time, Maggie started to feel a pain in her shoulders and chest. Her bra was pinching her skin, for some reason. Maggie looked down. Her breasts seemed to be bulging out of her shirt. She could see crease lines in the blouse she was wearing, and her bra felt inexplicably tight. She adjusted herself, trying to get it comfortable, but to no avail. It was as if her clothes were too small. It was interesting, because she hadn’t noticed it in the movie. All of a sudden, Maggie realized something. The hissing hadn’t stopped, and her boobs seemed to be a bit bigger than normal. These two seemingly random anomalies that had suddenly appeared…could they be connected? Maggie looked down at her chest again, and this time noticed that the hissing had gotten louder. She turned her head, holding her ear down. The hissing seemed to be coming from her. “What the hell?” Maggie asked nobody in particular.

Looking around for people, she started unbuttoning her blouse in the middle of the empty parking lot. Nobody was watching, but it still felt awkward. She looked down at her hissing breasts. They were bulging out of her bra as if it were two cup sizes too small. She tried to pack her boobs back in, but they were too big. “What is going on?” she asked. Clearly her boobs were too big for her clothes. How had this happened so suddenly? And what did it have to do with the hissing? Suddenly, something clicked in Maggie’s mind. The hissing sounded like a balloon attached to a helium tank. Could that be what was going on? Am I….inflating? Maggie thought. She experimentally poked her breasts. They seemed much more rubbery than normal, and felt like warm balloons as she met resistance. What was worse; as Maggie intently watched her boobs, she noticed that they were even bigger than when she had first unbuttoned her shirt. This appearance was accompanied by a noticeable increase in the tightness of her bra. From what Maggie could see, it seemed that not only were her breasts inflating with air, they were still getting larger by the second.

Maggie started to panic. This wasn’t normal, but being in the middle of an empty parking lot certainly wasn’t the place to stand around and gawk at her inflating boobs. It might attract unwanted attention. She buttoned her blouse up, with some difficulty, and set on her way to her car, walking quickly. She didn’t know what was causing this, but maybe if she left the area it would stop. She noticed, however, that her breasts were getting to be too much for her clothes. Creaks started to emit from her bra, and she could see her cleavage starting to emerge in the gaps between the buttons of her blouse. Maggie started walking faster.

Suddenly, Maggie heard a *pop* as one of her buttons gave way. It clattered on the asphalt. She also started to feel her breathing being constricted by her bra. Her clothes were fighting a losing battle to her breasts, which were approaching volleyball size. Maggie broke into a slow jog. Her car still seemed to be so far away, and her breasts were still growing. Another button popped off, followed closely by another. Her bra was clearly visible now through the hole in her blouse, and it didn’t look to be doing to well, either. The stitches creaked in response to the jiggling motion that Maggie’s jogging was creating. It wouldn’t be too soon before….suddenly a ripping sound was heard as it gave up. The resulting liberation of her breasts from the confines of her bra also caused two more buttons to explode off her blouse. Her breasts bounced free, the bra falling to the ground and the blouse hanging from the sides of her basketball-sized behemoths. Maggie broke into a run, trying to escape her inflation. She was almost to her car; only a hundred yards to go.

However, as Maggie approached her car, she noticed something odd about her running. She wasn’t weighed down by her breasts, as she would have been if these were normal breasts. No, in fact, her weight was being reduced by them. She actually noticed that, with each step, she went higher into the air. She was actually being lifted up by her inflating boobs. Apparently they were not only growing, but they were filling with helium. As Maggie got to within fifty yards of her car, she suddenly tripped on a rock. Rather than a painful landing as she anticipated, she fell forwards for ten feet before lightly landing on her massive breasts and bouncing right back up again. It didn’t hurt at all, so she continued her mad dash for the car. However, as she started running again, Maggie felt her strides getting longer and longer. It began to feel more like moonwalking than running. After one stride, she suddenly found herself floating for twenty feet before landing just ten feet from her car. Maggie steadied herself, not wanting to overleap her car. She stopped running, but still tried to move quickly, as she was gradually losing contact with the ground. She was walking quickly, taking long, deliberate steps. She was afraid that she might float away. Panic started to set in as Maggie felt herself being lifted onto her tiptoes. She was only two feet away now. She reached for the door handle, tiptoeing over. If she could just get a firm grasp…..

Maggie felt her finger brush the handle just as her feet lost contact with the ground. She grabbed hold, forcing herself back down. Holding tightly with one hand, she reached into her pocket with the other. She pulled out her keys, but hesitated when she realized that she couldn’t even see the door handle, let alone the key hole. Her breasts, which were now the size of prize pumpkins, were too big, and being so light they thrust themselves upwards, past her collarbone. She couldn’t see over them. Not only that, but she could hardly reach the door with the keys. However, she found a way to do it by shoving her boobs against the car, squishing them as much as possible, and managed to feel around for the keyhole. Maggie then placed the key in the hole. She was almost there. However, being unable to see, Maggie twisted the key the wrong way. With a sickening snap, the key suddenly broke. She lifted the key up in surprise, but in her distraction, momentarily let go of the door handle. She immediately started floating upwards. “Nooooooooo!” shouted Maggie, clawing at the ground. However, she soon lost sight of the ground, as the position of her breasts forced her to be looking upwards. Her cries were unheard as she floated above the empty parking lot and into the warm night sky.