"Hello, Mr. Weed. Do you mind if I pull you?" I asked a long stringy green weed making it flip-flop between my fingers like it was alive. "No. Pull me, pull me," I spoke for the weed, in a squeaky voice.

The back door to the house opened.

"Helia! Are you goofing off again?" my evil evil stepsister yelled at the top of her lungs at me. Startled, I tossed the weed away. It tumbled through the air and landed deeper in the large garden next to an old tree stump that we used as a squirrel and bird feeder.

"No," I sneered back at her.

"Well, you better not or I'll tell mom and she'll ground you--and you'll be stuck weeding the garden for life!" My evil, evil, evil stepsister screeched like a car tire on dry asphalt.

I went back to pulling weeds, ignoring the names the evil, evil, evil, evil girl blurted out at me. I was always stuck working in the garden, getting dirty, never able to grow my nails out or get all the dirt from my hair. It was horrible. Horrible. I despised the weedy garden. Despised it!

Something moved in the deep weeds a few feet before me. I looked up. I blinked, then blinked again not being able to believe my eyes. There, near the old tree stump, was a rabbit chewing on the long stringy green weed I had regarded moments ago. It wasn't the rabbit, the animal itself, that was curious; it was the color of the rabbit that was odd. The rabbit had fur of a bright neon-like pink.

"Hi, bunny," I said slowly creeping through the vegetation towards the animal. Two small round red ripe tomatoes burst under my right knee as I moved forward. A large ripe watermelon lying sideways in my path grazed against my 40D breasts as I crawled over it.

"Hi, bright bunny-bunny," I said again as I got closer to the hot pink rabbit. It just sat there on its haunches looking at me and nibbling the weed away.

The rabbit suddenly spit what was left of the weed out and said, "Hey, sweetheart, you look good crawling around on your hands and knees."

I stopped crawling. "You...speak!"

The rabbit slapped its pink paws to its head and rolled its eyes. "Ungh! Big boobs but brainless."

"Excuse me?" I exclaimed, a bit offended...and by a rabbit even!

Something chimed. The rabbit brought its left paw down and rolled back the bright pink fur revealing a Rol-lox wristwatch. Its ears pricked up and it rolled the fur back.

"I'd love to blow air between your ears but I gotta run!" the rabbit said, turning and racing around the old tree trunk.

"Hey!" I shouted as I scrambled after him.

At the old tree stump, I stopped and called out for the talking bright pink rabbit. The old maple tree had been cut down years before I had been born, so it was pretty old. It was about two and a half feet across, and a lot of its bark had dried up and broken off. Birds liked to land on it and squirrels used it as a perch to eat nuts and stare at us in the backyard. My folks had never dug the stump out because they knew it was used still--mainly by the critters.

I crept around the tree stump expecting to flush the odd-colored rabbit out of hiding. Instead I found a large hole that was almost the height of the stump. The opening was nearly the diameter of the tree. It must have rotted out then fallen apart, though I couldn't remember the thing being that decrepit.

Kneeling down in the soft dirt and tickly weeds, I looked into the large hole. There wasn't any bottom to it--just a large dark hole. "Hey, rabbit, you down there?" I called, and was surprised to hear my voice echo. I leaned in more, my shoulders scraping along the splintered wood edges of the roundish hole. "Rabbit?"

Something rustled way down in the depths of the darkness. I flinched, howling in pain (which echoed down the hole) as my shoulders snagged the splintered opening. I stopped fidgeting, as I felt jabbed and pricked by the sharp torn edges of the opening in the stump.

I was stuck.

"Um…help?" I said staring down into the darkness.

"Problems?" a voice called up sounding not that far away. It sounded like the rabbit.

"I...I think I am stuck," I answered trying to see down into the gloom.

"Stuck?"

"Stuck."

"Can you get out?"

I gave out a little annoyed growl. "If I could get out I wouldn't be stuck, would I!"

There was no reply but more rustling. Suddenly there was a gust of air that blew up into my face from the depths of the hole. I smelled something sweet in the air and, inhaling what seemed like dust particles, I felt a sneeze coming on.

"Ah! Ah! AH!" I inhaled as the sneeze built..then nothing.

"AH! OW!" I cried as I felt the sides of the opening dig into me--but this time it wasn't my shoulders! "Ow! My…boobs are getting…BIGGER!"

As I knelt there, wedged in the hole in the tree stump, I felt the material of my tanktop getting tighter about my upper body. I hadn't been wearing a bra luckily. The thing would have been in tatters for I becoming way bigger than 40D size.

"Problems?" I heard a voice outside and behind me. It was the rabbit.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! What's happening to me! My breasts are getting bigger and...jamming me into this stupid hole more!" I gasped as the edges of the hole started to audibly crack as my blossoming boobs filled the gaps. Their bulging size pushed my hands and arms away from gripping the edge of the opening. Soon I was hovering over the dark hole below me, hands waving in the open air as my tits wedged more and more against the opening, keeping me in place.

"From out here it looks lovely," I heard the rabbit say.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, just imagining the little critter staring at my ass.

Another blast of sweet-smelling air filled my sinuses and senses.

"Maybe you need help getting out," the rabbit said, as I felt a paw press against my butt cheek.

"Don't push me!" I cried as the wood splintered more, and my breasts fattened bigger and bigger. I imagined by now I must be as big as the biggest big bust model...maybe bigger. My bulging bosoms had nicely filled the spaces between my body and the two-and-a-half feet of the opening in the old stump.

I felt foolish. What would somebody think happening upon this episode? All hindquarters sticking out with a tanktop now riding up exposing two small flesh-colored beanbag-sized breasts squeezing out around the edges of a hole in an old rotted tree stump!

The rabbit pushed again against my rump. The opening splintered more and suddenly just broke apart. I cried out as I found myself suspended in open air for just a second.

Then I dropped.

The hole seemed to be bigger than I suspected as I fell straight down into it. I hugged my gigantic breasts in my stretched tight tanktop, just barely able to cradle their enormousness in my little arms. The darkness swallowed me and I screamed all the way down…