Mushrooms Mushrooms Everywhere
By Helia M 2006



Note: The old man, Mr Randolph, was a real person in my old neighborhood. I
never thought of him as a perv, just a lonely old guy who didn't hold any
comments or thoughts back and, heck, he might have had a crush on me though he
never made any unwanted advances. He was a nice old guy who loved his
miniature terrier, Poppy, and handing out treats to us neighbor kids long
after Halloween. He died in 1996 at the ripe old age of 94. He lived at the
corner house, two houses to the west of us. The same red brick home is
featured in WITCH COOKIES though the three old ladies in that story never
really existed.

I have written this story several times though I don't believe it has ever
been made available online until now. It was one of my first BE stories.
Enjoy.

Mr Randolph peered out the big front picture window of his old red brick home
on the corner and smiled as I walked by. I was visiting my parent's house,
actually house-sitting for them while they were on vacation sunning it up in
Cancun. With nothing better to do one evening, I took a walk around the old
neighborhood, seeing what had changed and what had stayed the same. Old Mr
Randolph was still there and he waved me up the walk to his front porch.

"Helia, is that you?" the old man said as he came to the front door and opened
it. He was short in stature, stood with kind of a stoop forward. His head was
bald save for some fluffy white tuffs just above his ears. His ears were kind
of pointed and he always reminded me of an little old elf. His eyes were
always blue and sparkling with youth and mischief and even as a little girl I
never knew what he was up to though he was always a gentleman to me and the
other kids who used to tear through his yard playing Tag or whatnot.

"Hello, Mr Randolph. Yup, it's me. I am house-sitting for my folks while they
are away. I actually live on the other side of town," I said to the old man.
His eyes were focused directly at my chest, protruding as it was beneath my
lite jacket and a pink novelty PowerPuff Girls t-shirt. I became a little
self-conscious and crossed my arms over my chest that always looked odd I was
sure since trying to hide 52-inch breasts on my slender frame was impossible.
I stood almost a head taller than the old man so his eyes, irregardless of
where he was looking, were always chest-level.

"My my my, little Helia Melonowski, you have grown. Been eating some of my
mushroom soup have you?" he said with a wink.

I blushed under the old man's stare. "No no, just natural. Supposed to be a
...big girl I guess." I replied. He used to have me over for "mushroom soup"
all the time when I was younger and lived at home. He was a expert at
mushrooms, so he had used to say. "Mushrooms will make you grow into a healthy
young woman," he used to say. The soup was good as I recall and I used to eat
a lot of it.

"How do you like being so busty?" he said as if talking shop or about the
weather.

It kind of took me aback and for a moment I wasn't sure what to say, but then
I did. "I enjoy it I guess. Not much I can do about it I guess. It's ME."

"And you certainly look fine and healthy. My wife used to be healthy like you,
well, not quite as big as you are, but she was filled out nicely. Yes yes," he
said and I could tell by the far away look in his eyes that he was reminiscing
about his ex-wife. I had never met her. The story, his story, is that she had
simply run off one day and left him high and dry. Sad really.

"Say ...you want to come in for some soup?" he asked. He opened the door wider
for me, offering me entrance.

"Uh...well...I really should be getting back home...I...um...well...okay," I
said. I just couldn't be mean to the old guy. I had tried to turn him down a
million times in the past and he was a sorry sight when turned down. It wasn't
like he was inviting me in for a drink of poison or anything.

"Oh goodie goodie. It is sooo nice to see you, my child," he said as I entered
and he closed the door behind us.

So he fixed his soup. It tasted like I always remembered. Creamy, a tad salty,
and ohhh so tasty. There was the typical creamy broth but he also added large
chunks of mushrooms: heads and stems. He said there could be no waste on such
a delectable fungus such as the mushroom.

I felt like a pig but it was so good, and so tasty, and brought back such
found memories, I had three bowls. It warmed the belly and made me feel all
tingly inside.

"Do you still keep your garden?" I asked as I finished off my last spoonful.

"Yes, but I don't grow many of the special mushrooms. No one to give them to
or share any mushroom soup," he said rather sadly. "Say, you wouldn't want a
garden of your own. They grow right quick. Just sprinkle the seeds on the
ground, water and by morning you have mushrooms."

"Uh, well, yeah. I guess that would be neat. Never had a garden before.
Course, I'd probably have to grow them in a pot or something and leave them on
the deck of my apartment." I said.

"They grow anywhere," he said retrieving a baggy and opening a canister near
his sink which I originally thought contained flour. He poured the baggy full
of what looked like grayish powder.

"There," he said, handing me the baggy. "Just a pinch in a good sized pot
should start you off nicely. You can make your own soup."

"Cool. Thanks," I said taking the bag and getting up. "I should get going."

"Just remember, you don't need too much...just a pinch...to get a small garden
growing. Also, don't eat the mushrooms raw. They are much too powerful for raw
consumption," he said, then cast an eye to my chest. "Wouldn't want you to get
TOO healthy."

"Oh yeah, okay," I said feeling a little awkward again with the old guy
gawking at my boobs. "See ya round."

I left and went home.

The wind had picked and a rainstorm was coming. The air smelled moist. You
could tell we were in for a good downpour. I had the back sliders open,
letting in the fresh air. On the kitchen table, near the sliders, I had my
books and things, including the bag of mushroom seeds.

A strong gust blew in and knocked my books off the table.

"Better close that door," I said moving to the glass slider. I glanced out
into the backyard. It was an older yard, hard to maintain, hard to keep a good
lawn growing so there were a bunch of bare spots, bare ground.

As I reached the door, another strong gust blew in, tossled the kitchen tables
contents. The bag of mushroom seeds started to lift off and I went to grab it.
I missed, only grabbing an edge of the fragile bag. I cried out as the bag
suddenly ripped and with the outdraft of the breeze, the gray powder-like
mushroom seeds went sailing out the slider door.

"Oh crud," I said as I watched the seeds, like fine dust, fly out into the
backyard. Lightning suddenly crackled and the rain began to pour from the sky.

I shut the slider, looked out through the window at the enclosed backyard. My
dad had recently painted the 6-foot high wood privacy fence. Other than the
patchy ground cover, the yard didn't look half bad.

Regarding the mushroom seeds, I figured I'd just let the issue go. If I saw Mr
Randolph another time I'd say the mushroom garden didn't take.

Nothing exciting happened during the evening other than my stomach felt funny
and my body kept feeling all atingle...like it did when I quaffed Mr
Randolph's soup. Feeling exceptionally sleepy, I went to bed early after
taking a warm bath. I fell asleep, naked, wrapped in my fluffy white bathrobe.

I awoke to the sound of singing birds and sunlight shining through the bedroom
window of my old bedroom. I slid out of bed, feeling particularly groggy,
almost like I had a slight hangover. My tummy felt particularly like crud.

I slid out of bed, scratching a itch right below my ribcage. My hand glanced
across the bellies of my boobs. I glanced into the mirror attached to my old
bureau at the image of the dark-haired girl in the fluffy white bathrobe.

"Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed, glancing in the mirror at my breasts. I immediately
slapped both my hands to my chest, my palms out, cupping each breast. I
couldn't be precise without actually measuring them, but I'd had big boobs
long enough to know if they changed...and my big boobs had changed in weight
and size. Like I said, I didn't know exactly how much but they were definitely
bigger.

"What the heck? I can't be going through a growing spurt again...can I?"

I had discarded my clothing, specifically my undergarments, specifically my
brassiere, downstairs the night before. No one was home. I could roam free
uninhibited in my own home...well, my old home, my parents home. I went
downstairs, carefully cradling my breasts as if they were fragile or
something. They were bigger. They definitely had to be bigger. Putting on my
bra would be the true test.

As I passed through the kitchen I glanced out the slider doors to the
backyard. I gasped again at the sight I beheld.

"Holey crow!" I cried as I forewent the trip to the living room for the time
being and went instead to stand nose to the glass slider.

The backyard was full of mushrooms.

Whatever had been bare ground was filled with small mushroom with heads the
size of shotglasses. Where there had been small patches of grass, mushrooms
had taken over and only a few green blades here and there popped up above the
sea of gray-colored mushrooms.

"No way. Nooo way!" I said in awe. "Man, my dad is going to kill me."

Pulling my robe around me, luckily the robe being big enough to encompass even
boobs my size...even bigger ones if they were in fact bigger (they sure seemed
bigger)...I opened the slider, stepped down barefooted down the wood slat
steps and carefully stepped onto the lawn of mushrooms. Where my feet fell,
mushrooms, soft and cool, smooshed. Their soft bodies oozed between my toes.
The feeling was awful.

Funny though, as I stepped down, without a breeze to be felt, the sea of gray
mushrooms seemed to wave like blades of grass in a light wind. Still feeling
queasy, I thought it just a figment of my still sleep groggy and slightly sick
mind.

I took another step, trying to be careful because my footing was now slick. No
such luck would be granted to me for gracefulness.

"Awkk!" I yelped, one foot slipping out and then the other, trying to correct
the balance, slipping back, then the other slipping out from under me. I flew
forward, robe billowing out at my sides and landed with a smooshy ker-plop
facedown in the ocean of mushrooms.

I immediately sprang up onto hands and knees, feeling the sticky wetness on my
legs and tummy and chest. My boobs hung down naked above the mooshed
mushrooms. The coolness of the mooshy stuff made my nipples blossom and
harden.

"This is disgust..." A mushroom right before my face suddenly elongated
upward, weaving like a cobra, until it had grown to the point of almost
touching my chin. "...ting. What the heck?"

My tummy gurgled and I felt the need to retch suddenly. I opened my mouth,
thinking I was going to vomit. My eyes flew wide and my cheeks billowed out as
the tall mushroom suddenly sprang up and popped into my mouth. I gagged for a
bit, then, funny, feeling the bulbous head and the thick shaft...it was like
giving head.

"Mmmm...mm? Mmm. Mmmmmm," I hummed with the mushroom in my mouth.

I felt something touch my boobs...several somethings in fact. I glanced down
between my tits and wouldv'e yelped again but all I could do was hum loudly
with the big mushroom packing my mouth full. A bunch of mushrooms that had
seemingly survived my crushing weight were slowly growing beneath me, rising
up, poking against my warm naked breasts. They seemed things alive as they
grew taller and longer and larger, wriggling up between my big boobs.

"Mm?" I felt something else further back. "Mm? MMMMMM!!"

I wasn't wearing any underwear, naked I was except for the robe. Something
entered my vagina, at first cold and somewhat painfully as I wasn't lubed up.
But it was the morning dew or maybe some of the mooshed goo from the pulped
mushrooms...it made the growing mushroom slick like a lubed dick. The thing
impaled and I could feel it growing, fattening, lengthening inside me.

Jeepers! I thought. I am being molested by a bunch of mushrooms!

The mushroom in my mouth grew larger, larger to the point I couldn't take its
girth anymore. I started to gag. Not knowing what to do, and since it wasn't
like there was some guys cock in my mouth, I bit down. The mass of the
mushroom head went down in one full gulp followed by a torrent of warmish
juice. It was thick and tasted slightly salty.

My hands were suddenly gripping two growing mushroom shafts. I felt mushroom
heads poking against my belly and a multitude pressed against my warm
titflesh, pressing against my nipples. I looked about the yard and my voice
was taken away in astonishment. The whole yard was now a seething waving yard
of growing mushrooms. They looked amazingly like a field of stiffening gray
cocks with big bulbous heads and long thick shafts.

"Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh," I gasped as I felt another mushroom rub up against
the one already in pussy, my pussy that was warm and wet and humming in
building ecstasy being fucked by a mushroom. The second mushroom pressed hard
against the first and I cried out as it too entered me. I felt a third one
snake up along the others, touch the soft sensitive flesh between my pussy and
anus, then suddenly bend and entered me THERE. "Oh gawd! No! Ohhh!"

The goo from the mooshed mushrooms made the shafts in my hands slick and I
pumped them like two big cocks and they responded by growing larger and
longer. Another mushroom sprang up before my face and opened my mouth and
accepted it. Another snaked up along side it and, knowing it meant to join its
brother, I bit the one in my mouth again, feeling its goo burst down my throat
and I swallowed the head. The third filled its space as I opened my mouth, the
gray juice rolling out the corners of my parted lips. I bit the third one,
swallowing its spunk and load.

My tummy rumbled and suddenly an intense tingle spread across my body and
ended like electrical currents ending in my breasts. I groaned as I felt a
massive pressure build from the inside of my hanging breasts.

"Oh gawd. What now?" I moaned as I could only kneel there.

I could feel it then, my breasts beginning to swell. The pressure grew and
grew and with it my breasts fattened and swelled, seeming to inflate ever so
slowly like balloons being blown up slowly and steadily. I looked to my sides
as I felt the cold earth press against my nipples and ends of my breasts as
they grew and touched the ground beneath me. Squished beneath me, the sides of
my breasts ballooned outward.

"No no no! I'm getting too big! This can't be happening! Why is this happening
to meee!" I exclaimed as my breasts grew larger and larger and larger and
larger.

More of the mushrooms grew up around me, waving and pulsating and throbbing up
against me. It was as if the fungi were alive and attracted to me...the
mushroom princess with the bloating breasts. More mushrooms grew and probed at
my mouth, trying to get inside. I tried to keep my lips tightly closed but
then they'd jam my pussy and I'd open my mouth to squeal and suddenly my mouth
was stuffed with throbbing mushroom heads and inches of shaft.

"Helia? Is that you, child?" I heard Mr Randolph's from behind the fence
across the yard.

"Errgg! Mmm-ggg!" I bit the fat mushrooms in my mouth and swallowed them. My
breasts quaked beneath me and swelled even larger, expanding further out on my
sides. I began to lift off the ground. "Help me!"

"What's happening, child? Tell me!" Mr Randolph called back.

"The mushrooms. I have a whole yard full of mushrooms. They-they are fucking
me! They keep going in my mouth and..." Just then another fat long mushroom
sprang up and popped in my mouth, cutting off my words.

"Mushrooms? Okay...um...just don't eat too many!" he called back right as I
bit down again and swallowed the mushroom...goo, head and shaft.

"Too late! I think...I think eating them is doing something to me," I cried
out as my breasts ballooned up bigger. "My breasts! Oh gawd! My breasts are
getting too big! I can't stand up!"

"Where is the door latch? I will come in and help you," Mr Randolph called
back.

I could see the gate in the fence. The latch was on the inside however. My
parents had always had the latch on the inside for some reason. If they wanted
to get to the backyard they simply left the gate unlatched or went throught
the back of the house to unlatch it. Unfortunately I could not direct Mr
Randolph to come through the house since the doors were all locked from the
night before.

"There's no way in and I can't get to the gate to let you," I said as my boobs
rumbled and edged outward even larger. They weren't stopping or slowing down.
They kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger.

"It looks like the secret is out. I might as well bring you completely into
the fold," Mr Randolph said. "I will send someone in to help you."

"Huh? Secret? Bring me into the fold?" I said not sure what the old man was
talking about now, but my mind wasn't on that as my ballooning boobs spread
out beneath me and I was getting hammered by horny mushrooms that would make
most male porn starrs envious.

END?