Lab Safety





The window to the main biochemistry lab on the 3rd floor spiderwebbed and air was vented forcefully beneath the sturdy wooden door that lead out into the hallway. A second later a female voice was heard releasing a brief scream.

“What the fuck Dale! You knew this could happen?” The woman spoke sternly at her colleague, resisting her urge to yell again.

“I'm so sorry Linda! I had no idea it was this reactive. I must have miscalculated the concentration values.” The bespectacled Dale watched as the fabric of Linda's lab-coat began to tighten where it covered her pelvic region. Someone jostled the door in the Northwest corner of the lab, close to where Linda was standing. She quickly spun around and pushed the lock button on the knob, knocking an empty separatory funnel and condenser tube off the counter, and into the adjacent sink, shattering them. Her butt-cheeks had tripled in size in the course of less than a minute. Their increasingly backward protrusion as well and the burgeoning width of her hips were startling to both her and her clumsy co-worker.

“Oh my god. What is happening to me?” Linda could feel the pressure of another blast building. A wave of panic began to wash over her. Her figure, which had been obscured by the drape of her lab-coat only minutes ago, was now filling it up. The white fabric hugged her hips, which were more than double their usual width and growing, the buttons that ran down the front were pulled tightly, not only across her rapidly spreading hips, but her midsection and chest as well. A quick glance over her shoulder revealed that her buttocks were on the same war-path as her hips against her professional attire. There was a sudden popping sound as her thighs became too hefty for her pant legs and began opening the seams.

“We should have done this distillation under the fume-hood.” Dale said with an awkward tone of optimism as if speaking the words would allow them to go back in time.

“Ya think!?” Linda hissed, glaring furiously at Dale. She looked around the room, her facial expression changing to one of despair. “What do I do Dale? Another one is coming!”

“Uh,” Dale found what was happening to Linda's lower body very distracting, and was having trouble putting his mind to work at coming up with a solution or remedy to her problem. “Stand next to the fume-hood! I'll switch on the emergency exhaust.” He moved in that direction.

Linda was quick to respond. “No you fucking idiot! The acid. I could break every one of those bottles. You saw what the last one did to the window!”

“The other one then.” Dale spoke, looking away from the expanding Linda toward the exhaust device at the other end of the room, but knowing the fume hood would not mitigate the force of Linda's next blast at all.

“And shower the entire room with what is in that halogenated waste container?”

“I'll put the lid on!”

“No goddammit! I nearly just blew that door off its hinges, the container won't hold.” Linda began looking around the room frantically. “And neither will I for much longer.” Linda was past the point of disproportionality. Her waist to hips ratio was unprecedented, far beyond the norm even for extremely curvy women. Her lab coat had formed little gaps like fish-mouths between the buttons in front of her crotch. There was also increased evidence of strain on the coat around her waist and chest indicating that her continued expansion was not isolated to her lower body.

“Oh Dale, I feel funny.” Linda said squirming a bit with one hand on her lower abdomen and the other on her rump. “It-its tingling.” She looked over her shoulder. Her engorged rump was taking up increasingly more space, and at an alarming rate.

“Can you get up onto the table?” Dale asked, looking towards the window, “I'll get the window open!”

Without replying, Linda walked to the table and pushed it against the wall underneath the elevated window to the courtyard. The first button on the most strained part of her coat, even with the widest part of her hips, popped off. As she was lifting her first knee up onto the lab table, the built up pressure got the better of her.

“Oh NO!” Linda yelled as she reached behind her. She managed to hold in most of it, through a massive clench effort accompanied by her hands quickly reacting to the situation and squeezing her swollen cheeks together, but a terrific gust of air was released and cleared off an entire counter of expansive glassware that had been set out to dry.

The eruption echoed through the court yard like a fog horn, as if a ship was coming to dock in the middle of campus. Linda reached back and pressed her cheeks together with desperate hands, trying to contain her pressure. Loud awkward squeaks were escaping from underneath her taught lab-coat. She had brought her blast to a high-pitched and premature end, but would not be able to hold in the rest in for long. “I'm too big Dale! You have to help me. Squeeze them together while I climb up, I can't hold it in and climb at the same time.”

“Squeeze – uhm – your buns together?” Dale said bashfully, poking his glasses further up his nose.

“Yes, damnit! Just do it.”

“Is it- uh, safe?”

“Just take your glasses off and get over here and squeeze my ass, its not that hard. You did this to me, now you are going to help me deal with it!”

Dale did as he was told, spectacles in his pocket; he bent down and wrapped his arms around the widest part of Linda's backside and squeezed. Linda gave an embarrassed giggle. Something about her swollen buttocks being touched now gave her quite the tickle. Dale ignored her laughter as he was sure it was not because she was enjoying the situation. At the same he squeezed, he also lifted a little, helping Linda get her increasing bulk up onto the table. As she climbed, another button spat off the front of her white coat.

“I can't go up any farther,” Dale said. Linda had gotten to her knees on the table, she took stock of her situation. Her hips were puffing out around Dale's arms, and her butt cheeks appeared to be attempting to suffocate her co-worker. She couldn't tell if her ass was quivering because of Dale's movements, or because they were unstable and ready to blow. There was a constant squeal being emitted from the top of her butt-crack that tickled Linda's increasingly sensitive butt tremendously. Dale was obviously trying to avoid it, keeping his head cocked back. It was slowly but steadily increasing in force, seeming as though it may create a tear in the white fabric, and threatening to permanently part his hair.

“Ok Dale, don't let go until I tell you.”

“Alright Linda, but hurry! You're about to blow!” Dale had to raise his voice to be heard over the ruckus now escaping from Linda's backside.

“I'm going to spin around and try to get it all out of the open window to avoid causing any more damage.” Linda looked back over her shoulder again and saw that her buns were quivering furiously, shaking Dale's whole body, trying to free themselves from his grasp and let loose the thunderous wind they had built up inside of them.

Finally the bottom two buttons on her lab-coat gave way and Linda's hips surged outwards at the same time her rump rushed out at Dale, knocking him to the ground. A brief look down gave her the first glimpse of her enormous thighs. Quickly she grasped what she could of her cheeks as they began to rumble and spun quickly around, forcing them towards the open window.

The sound was deafening, like the jarring clatter of a hydraulic impact driver used to tighten heavy duty lug-nuts. She let out a kind of scream that one would typically only hear mid-coitous that gave way to hysterical laughter as she pumped an impossibly forceful wind from her muffler out of the laboratory window.

About 10 seconds into Linda's unprecedentedly long eruption, Dale replaced his glasses, giving him a clear view of his distressed co-worker.

by****A long time ago I drew this picture forto go with an amazing short story he wrote about a butt/hip expansion that happened in a lab. I was never quite satisfied with my drawing skills, I thought the poses came out ok but I hoped I could do better with my lines that would actually meet his awesome level of writing. Alas, I never really got out of that drawing rut and just left it on my computer in shame. I really like drawing for people who have put so much work into writing such enjoyable and fun stories...but sadly I get a lot of insecurity in trying to make sure I make something that they'd like.I probably have uploaded worse pictures than this one, so if you actually enjoy these let me know. I was really hoping to make the lab coat bursting a kind of sequence but I still am not quite there yet (don't ask me how I did the comics, I've tried to repeat the process but it usually comes out pretty meh.)