Attention: The following work contains descriptions of women growing to mind-numbingly voluptuous proportions. If you happen to be offended by such things, or they’re just not your cup of tea, I would recommend going and reading something else, like the Sears catalog, which has, by my calculations, approximately 78% less boobage in it (Unless they’re really pushing lingerie this season) For all the rest of you, please do read on, I hope that you shall find my latest effort to be worth your while.

Chrissie and the Muffin Top: Waist Not, Want Not

by: Kodos

“Dammit, I'm gonna be late!” Chrissie swore under her breath as she glanced at the watch around her plump wrist, Of all the days for me to be running late; Mara's gonna kill me! Okay, well, she probably won't kill me; she wouldn't be able to keep the bakery open without my help, not as busy as things have been lately. Still, she might take this time out of my lunch break; that'd be almost as bad. I mean, I only just left home, and I'm already so hungry I could eat a whole wedding cake. It was definitely a bad idea for me to jog to work today; well, I suppose it's a bad idea for me to jog to work any day, at least since I passed six hundred pounds, and that's been- what, has it been more than a month already? I really should start weighing myself every day again; if only I could find a scale that wouldn't break after the first week. Oh well, I'm sure Mara will understand when I get there; after all, even a big girl has to stay in shape. Ah, there's the crosswalk light, finally; maybe if I pick up the pace a bit I can still get there before she really starts baking for the day. And with the crosswalk's blessing, off Chrissie went again.

Now, if you have ever lived in the city, you have probably seen more than a few young women out jogging in the morning. And it is possible, that if you have spent a decent bit of time out in the world, that you may have seen a few members of the fairer sex who, through some combination of favorable genetics and a natural inclination for overindulgence, would tip the scales at over six hundred pounds. However, unless you happen to be among those lucky few whose daily business placed them somewhere between Roseneath and Cary streets at a particular hour of the morning, it is unlikely that you have ever beheld the spectacle of a woman who weighed rather closer to six fifty than to six hundred pounds cheerfully jogging along and blithely unaware of the enormous contradiction in terms that she so abundantly embodied. And when when I say enormous, you must believe me that I employ the word as literally as possible. For Chrissie, you see, was without a doubt, the most voluptuous creature to ever jog with such ponderous grace down the sidewalk at 8:47 in the morning.

Chrissie was, in short, even more stupefyingly voluptuous than when this author last left her. At that point, she looked as if her body had been pumped full gelatin until she was so utterly replete that another drop of the stuff and she'd be ready to burst. To see her now though, one would think that whatever power was responsible for fattening her up to such an exorbitant degree in the first place had waited just long enough for her now-swollen figure to grow barely accustomed to containing such sumptuous excess before forcing another dozen gallons, (which is dangerously close to a hundred pounds right there) into Chrissie's already overfattened figure. And she loved every moment of it.

Bouncing out across the street, Chrissie was an awe-inspiring sight. She wore a pair of well-used sneakers on feet that seemed entirely too petite to support her weight, though just above that, she showed bare calves, each so perfectly plump that you there is probably not a man alive who could grasp all the way around one of them with both hands. Starting just below her chubby knees, Chrissie's legs were encased in a pair of gray yoga pants that, far from hiding her luscious form, clung to every bulge, every luscious curve of her body. In the distance from her knees to her hips, Chrissie's thighs positively ballooned with fat the further up one went. Even the slightest movement of her body made them jiggle with seductive overfullness, so of course, pounding along as fast as she was able, her overfed form quivered with every hurried step. Going higher still, her body went from impressive to absolutely spectacular. Chrissie's hips, full and round and womanly, flared out nearly three feet wide, while behind her, her pants were stretched to near transparency over an ass so lushly overstuffed that the sight of her had, on more than a few occasions, actually stopped traffic. Her titanic rear projected more than a foot out beyond her fat body, and with every heavy, breathless step that Chrissie ran, it wobbled with its own barely-contained immensity, trembling with the impact of each footfall. As if this alone were not enough to draw attention to her overfed bottom, Chrissie's pants bore the words “Big Cutie” emblazoned proudly across the widest part of her behind, with one word across each cheek, so stretched out as to be nearly illegible.

In front, Chrissie rejoiced in a belly so magnificently huge and fat that she looked like one more good solid dessert might well render her immobile. Even a month before, Chrissie had still tried to stuff at least its lower hemisphere into her pants, not so much hoping to disguise its vastness as to merely keep it from swaying and wobbling too much to make running even possible for her, but a recent spate of late nights at the bakery had added several inches to her bountiful waistline. On top of that Mara had recently been seized with a fierce desire to introduce a few new items to her regular menu, pastries even sweeter and more fattening than her usual fare, and Chrissie, all too eagerly volunteering to be her test subject, had paid the price of watching her already-massive belly swell and fatten until she felt nearly fit to burst, her tummy distended to the point where when she sat down it forced her legs to spread out awkwardly, and even then bulged out several inches beyond her knees. Finally despairing of containing its fertile vastness, Chrissie now just let her belly bulge out over the waistband of her running pants, revealing its sensually swollen shape to all the world as she passed by, round and huge and jiggling with her every step, with her deep and indulgent belly button just slightly lower than its equator.

All these charms however, paled in comparison to Chrissie's breasts. They were simply massive; the size of a bean bag chairs that had been overstuffed until they were liable to split their seams. They bulged out so far in front of Chrissie that they left her voluptuous belly in shadow, and even squashed together by a sports bra that had strained to contain them fifty pounds ago, they still were so very wide and fat as to make the rest of Chrissie's overindulgent body look almost narrow in comparison. The tank-top she wore was stretched so tightly across their roundure as to display far more than it concealed, the deep cleft between her heaving breasts rising and falling with her every labored breath. With each step she took, Chrissie could feel their ponderous weight bounce against her belly, while a split second later, her two overfattened spheres rebounded so that she was more than slightly afraid that if her sports bra were to ever give way, she was liable to knock herself unconscious. Though the morning was warm and mild, the friction between her body and her clothes was stimulating her nipples terribly, something that seemed to be happening more and more often as she grew increasingly overladen with voluptuousness. As she passed by a sharply-dressed young man waiting at the bus stop, she smiled as he stared slack-jawed in amazement at her body, and when he pulled out his phone and let its camera follow her, Chrissie couldn't help but run a little bit harder, so that her brimming breasts slapped audibly against the yielding flesh of her belly. It hurt more than a little, but Chrissie so enjoyed the thought of finally having a body that got her noticed that far from minding the discomfort, she actually reveled in it, not slackening her pace as she disappeared around the corner, pushed open the generously wide door beneath the sign that read, “Mara's Muffin Top” with Mara's name in pink cursive neon, and the Muffin Top in letters that would have been blocky were it not for the fact that they bulged almost imperceptibly, as if the sheer fatteningness of this place had worked its way into them, just as it did into every woman who came inside.

The bell on the door jingled as Chrissie entered, and Mara, who was, as usual, bustling about behind the counter, looked up at Chrissie, and smiled a broad and welcoming smile.

“Good morning Chrissie!” she called, waving a chubby arm cheerily towards her employee, “You're running a little late today; I was just starting to get worried.”

“I'm-I'm okay,” Chrissie panted, her entire body still fairly quivering from her recent exertions, as the vast expanse of sensuous flesh revealed by her top flushed a deep pinkish hue, “I-I was going to drive today, but I- I thought I had time to- to run here- Sorry.”

“Honey, you don't have to worry about being late, you know what,” Mara said with a dismissive wave of her hand, “I just worry about you jogging like that. I wish you'd give it up and just drive to work like a normal girl.”

“Don't worry; I'm just fine,” Chrissie insisted, though still so out of breath she could only form her words with considerable effort, “I've...never...felt better.”

“Oh, it isn't that, you silly thing,” Mara said, “I'm just worried you're going to split your stays and bust right out of that bra of yours, and besides, what's the point of working in a sweets shop and gorging yourself all day long if you're just going to turn around and burn all those pounds right off again?”

“I dunno; I guess I just still enjoy jogging every now and then,” Chrissie said with a shrug of her plump shoulders, “For one thing, I've gotten so heavy lately that I can hardly squeeze behind the wheel of my car anymore, so there's that. Also, it might sound silly, but after all those months of being just another skinny girl out running in the morning, I kind of enjoy having people gawk and stare at me now that I'm a bit more curvy.”

“It doesn't sound silly at all, Chrissie,” Mara said, “I know exactly what you mean. When I first started this place, I must have gained a hundred pounds in the first couple of months that I was open for business. When summer rolled around I couldn't wait to pour myself into a bathing suit that showed it all off and hit the beach. It really is fun to steal all the attention away from the fit girls just by showing up and looking like you might spill out of an extra large bikini top at any moment.”

“Seriously! And here I spent all these years feeling sorry for the fat girls I thought were clueless enough to go to the beach like that. I guess they knew what they were doing better than I did,” Chrissie said, “Anyways, Mara, you ought to be grateful I'm still doing a bit of running now and then, otherwise I'd already be bigger than you are.”

“Why Chrissie, what ever do you mean?” Mara asked with feigned innocence.

“Don't think I haven't noticed you comparing your figure to mine over the last month or so,” Chrissie said as she flashed a mischievous smile and patted her belly proudly, “You're worried that at the rate I'm going I'll be even bigger than you are before long. And I know you love to eat more than anything, but lately Mara, you've been stuffing yourself like your life depended on it; you just bought that blouse two weeks ago and now just look at your buttons straining to keep it closed in front.”

“Okay, you've got me there,” Mara admitted, “It's no big deal; I guess I'm just used to being the biggest woman in the shop and I'm still not quite used to the idea that your body seems to love all these pastries even more than mine does. No worries though, if I'm going to end up being the second fattest girl in the city, there's no one I'd rather end up behind than you, Chrissie.”

“Thanks, Mara, I'm glad you don't mind,” Chrissie said with no small amount of relief, “It's just that ever since that first day, when you gave me that muffin that made me blow up like this, it just feels like some switch inside of me got turned on, and my whole metabolism is focused on fattening me up as much as humanly possible, though I guess I've been doing my fair share to help it along with all my snacking here; your cooking makes it hard for a girl to hang around here and watch her figure do anything but expand.”

“Well, you can't say I didn't warn you before you started,” Mara smiled, “And even if I gave you that first muffin, you're the one who grabbed a second one while you were waddling back to the closet to get changed. I still can't believe that after all that you still wanted to gain even more that day.”

“Sorry, the first one just tasted so good, and it just felt so amazing to feel myself getting so soft and bosomy when I ate it, I just couldn't help going back for seconds,” Chrissie admitted sheepishly, “Still, I'm glad I only took a couple of bites of the second one; as soon as it pumped another fifty pounds into me, I knew I'd better stop before I exploded. I dunno, I guess I just wanted to find out what it felt like to be really full, you know, to push myself to my absolute limits just to see how much I could take.”

“Well, I don't think you could have taken much more than you did that day,” Mara said, “Gracious, I remember when you finally came back out front I just about fainted at the sight of you. I mean, I'd thought you were top heavy before, and here you come not fifteen minutes later looking like a blue ribbon cow that the farmer forgot to call in at milking time for a couple of weeks. Goodness, you just looked so full I was nearly afraid to hug you that day, darling. Anyways, listen to me prattling on like this when there's work to be done. Why don't you go on back and get into your working clothes? I've got big news for you and I feel like I'll bust if I don't tell you soon.”

Curious to find out what Mara was up to, Chrissie hurried back to the storage room. As she squeezed through the door to the kitchen, she breathed a sigh of relief that Mara had had it widened the month before. Both of them had just been eating so much, gaining so much lately that they had been getting to the point where just navigating through the bakery any more was getting difficult. It was strange, Chrissie mused as she turned for one last glance at her boss before she ducked into the storage room, just how much she and Mara had been gaining weight since she started working at the bakery. Obviously, Chrissie herself had been packing on the pounds since her first day there, but Mara too. She had definitely enjoyed overindulging even before Chrissie started helping out around the shop, but lately, Chrissie didn't know if she was just gorging herself even more than usual or if there was something else going on. Mara had been enormous ever since the first day Chrissie laid eyes on her, but lately she had been fattening herself so much that it was almost frightening to watch. When Chrissie had started, Mara had admitted to her that she was the proud owner of a figure that tipped the scales at every bit of six hundred and fifty pounds. In the last couple of months though, Chrissie knew that Mara had to have gained at least another hundred and fifty on top of that. For one thing, it seemed like at least one a week Mara had an appointment at Lisa's dress shop down the block to get fitted for a new outfit. Not just new ones though, bigger ones. The way she pretended to complain when the buttons popped off a top she had bought just a couple weeks before, the way she acted embarrassed when she bent over to reach the lowest cooling rack and the back of her skirt split wide open, revealing a pair of enormous purple lace panties stretched tight across an ass so sumptuously huge that Chrissie found herself seized by a strange temptation to reach out and give Mara a smack on her overstuffed rear. It wasn't just the new clothes though, Mara was growing bigger by the day. When Chrissie had started, Mara had already been spectacularly voluptuous, with a figure earned by years of stuffing herself with all the richest desserts she could get her hands on. In the intervening months though, she had just blown up like a balloon. Her huge belly had billowed to such a size that Chrissie wondered if Mara wasn't just sticking the nozzle of the frosting machine in her mouth and turning it on full blast when no one was around, while her ass had fattened until it swelled out behind her so immensely that she had almost reached to the point where she could balance a platter of pastries on top of it. Most dramatic of all though, was how much Mara's breasts had grown in the last few months. They had been gigantic to start out with; two great, wobbling watermelon-sized orbs that Mara delighted in stuffing into a low-cut top, so that when she leaned over the counter to serve a customer they threatened to burst free from their confinement. Lately though, whatever Mara had been doing had left them monstrously enlarged. They were very nearly twice as large as before (though still not quite as big as Chrissie's own swollen mammaries), and whenever Mara wasn't complaining about how often she had to go out and buy new bras to hold them, she was going on about how uncomfortably heavy they were becoming, how they made her lower back ache, how sore they always seemed to be anymore, and how she was worried about stretch marks. It was all very curious indeed, Chrissie thought to herself, but as she locked the storage room door behind her and got ready to change, she remembered that she had her own far from slender body to contend with.

Hurriedly, knowing there was work to be done and she had wasted entirely too much time already this morning, Chrissie stripped out of her jogging clothes. The elastic waistband of her pants dug into her broad, womanly hips so deeply that it was a struggle to get them off, and her top came off easily enough, though it barely even covered her boobs. Fumbling behind her, Chrissie undid the thick clasp that held her running bra on, and as she shrugged out of it her massive breasts, each one weighing at least a hundred pounds by now, slapped against her belly with a smack so loud that Chrissie was sure that people passing by on the street outside had heard it. After a moment's consideration, she stepped out of her undershorts too; they were convenient enough when she was running and didn't want her ass to bounce too much, but here at work, she kind of enjoyed the way her body jiggled as she hurried from customer to customer, leaning over the counter as she tried to entice a new visitor with some particularly fattening morsel, or thrusting her ass out behind her when she had to stand on tip-toe to reach something on one of the high shelves. Yes, Chrissie thought to herself as she pulled her white work uniform on and slipped her flour-spotted apron around her neck, being a big girl definitely had its pleasures, even if she had put on so much weight recently that it had become impossible to run without her thighs rubbing together, a sensation that was unpleasant most of the time, and even worse, sometimes actually kind of got Chrissie turned on, which certainly wasn't something she could afford to have happening in the middle of the crowded city sidewalk at seven in the morning.

“Okay, I'm ready!” Chrissie announced as she opened the door, “What's this big thing going on then?”

“We've been hired for a catering gig, a big one,” Mara answered excitedly, “So I hope you're ready to work hard today.”

“A party? Awesome! Is it for any of our regulars??” Chrissie asked excitedly, since she had learned that people only hired Mara on for something like this when they wanted the best, and that meant that the two of them could really outdo themselves in making the most indescribably decadent and calorie-laden things in Mara's repertoire.

“You bet it is!,” Mara enthused, “Yvonne's hired us on!”

“Yvonne?” Chrissie said, “Is this for the baby shower? She's been looking like she's ready to pop for the last two months already.”

“You said it, hon,” Mara agreed, “I still remember how skinny she was when she first started coming in last fall when she first got pregnant and started craving sweets all the time. She's gotten so huge now that I'm surprised she's even able to find maternity clothes big enough to fit that big, round belly of hers. The thing is, she told me that her husband doesn't like how much weight she's put on since she's been in a family way, and after the baby gets here, he wants her to start exercising and go on a diet until she gets her old figure back.”

“Aw, that's a shame,” Chrissie said, “I think all the weight she's been gaining suits her beautifully, besides, it's only natural for her to put on a few pounds while she expecting, isn't it?”

“I couldn't agree more,” Mara answered, “which is why she wanted us to cater the baby shower for her and make only the richest, most fattening things on the menu for her and a few of her more intimate friends. She told me that at the very least, she can still pack on a few more guilt-free pounds before the baby arrives, and her was thinking that just maybe, if she gets a bit bigger and can convince her husband how much fun it can be having a buxom girl around in the bedroom, he might lay off and let her keep coming here even after the blessed event.”

“Well then,” Chrissie said, rubbing her hands together in anticipation, “It sounds like we've got our work cut out for us if we want Yvonne to have a party worth remembering.”

And with that, Chrissie and Mara set to work. Just baking everything for the party would have been a big enough job to keep the two of them busy all day, but what with having to have the shop open for regular business as well, the entire day seemed to pass with Chrissie running back and forth between the front of the store and the kitchen or waiting on a line of customers one minute, and rushing back to check on what felt like the tenth oven-full of cupcakes she'd baked that day. The busy hours went by in a blur, not that it was ever too quiet at the bakery, but especially for a Saturday, it just felt like every customer who had ever darkened their unusually wide door was coming in with the sole intention of stuffing themselves to repletion. As the harried hours ticked past, Chrissie felt herself getting tired. She had grown accustomed to taking a full lunch, as well as three or four healthy snack breaks during her workday (Mara considered anything less to be immoral) and even that didn't account for the constant grazing on new things coming out of the oven and off the cooling racks that Chrissie did. Today though, there was simply no time for such pleasant self-indulgence, and Chrissie spent the entire day running here and there until she felt as if her entire outfit was soaked through with sweat, both from the heat of the kitchen and from the sheer amount of work she had done, the sensitive skin of her enormously heavy breasts chafing against the sodden material of her bra, her panties riding up in a way that she found to be very uncomfortable indeed. It was with no small amount of surprise then, that returning from the kitchen after taking a particularly large batch of cheesecake brownies out to cool, that she saw Mara up at the front of the shop, flipping the “Open” sign over and locking the door.

“What, is it five already?” Chrissie asked.

“Already?” Mara echoed her in disbelief, “Hasn't it been a long enough day for you already?”

“Oh my gosh yes,” Chrissie sighed as she slumped into the nearest chair, her full-fleshed hips bulging out on either side of the seat as the chair's legs bowed slightly beneath her weight, “I guess I just got so wrapped up in working that I lost all track of the time.”

“Lucky for you then that I've been watching the clock all afternoon then,” Mara said with a smile, “I feel like between us we probably made the women of this city a thousand pounds fatter today, and made a pretty tidy profit for all our honest work.”

“Well that's good to know at least,” Chrissie said, “It's so nice just getting to finally have a break, but I feel like if I don't get up soon, I won't be able to move, so what else needs doing for the party tomorrow?”

“Oh, that?” Mara said, placing a finger against her plump ruby lips as she thought, “Well, there's a lot of stuff to be wrapped up and readied for tomorrow, and the delivery van to be loaded up of course, but that can all wait until the morning, in fact, there's only one thing I can think of that still needs to be done tonight before we can head home.”

“What's that then?” Chrissie asked, more than ready to be done for the day.

“Oh, nothing much, just something that needs to be taken out of the oven,” Mara said nonchalantly as she made her way back towards the kitchen, her own lush derriere swaying entrancingly with her every step, “Come back here, Chrissie, I think you'll find this interesting.”

Tired as she was, Chrissie knew that whenever Mara made a point about showing her something in particular about the bakery's operation, it was wise (and often more than a little fattening) to pay close attention, and so, stifling an exhausted sigh, Chrissie heaved herself up out of the chair and followed Mara, who, by the time she caught up, was already standing before an open oven.

“Here we go, these should be just about perfect,” Mara said as she carefully lifted out a sheet holding two unusually large chocolate eclairs.

“What are these?” Chrissie asked, for though she had often seen Mara bake similar things since she started at the Muffin Top, there was something different about these ones.

“These, my dear, are eclairs,” Mara said as she set them down on the only bit of space not already crowded with other piping-hot delights, “but of course you already know that. What makes these ones special in particular is that these are destined for my own, personal, been in the family for ages, super-secret recipe that I have never shown to another living soul treatment, so pay careful attention, if you please.”

With a professorial air that Chrissie only saw her use when discussing the innermost secrets of her art, Mara went to the shelf, took down a pastry bag, and filled it from a large and extremely sweet-smelling bowl on a nearby counter.

“I'm sure I don't have to tell you, especially after all you've been through here, how very fattening just about everything we sell here is,” Mara said, pausing until Chrissie nodded at her, “but have you ever wondered how, back on your first day, I managed to bake a muffin that couldn't have weighed more than three pounds, but somehow made you gain all of four hundred in the blink of an eye?”

“Yeah, I actually have kind of wondered about that,” Chrissie admitted, though she held herself back from adding that it was because she now and then found herself growing very tempted indeed to indulge in another super-fattening treat, eager to feel her body expanding again, and to finally be even bigger than Mara.

“Well, your wondering days are over then, hon,” Mara said as she inserted the bag into the first eclair and squeezed, injecting a copious amount of white cream into the pastry, “This stuff here is my secret; the family recipe I spent months perfecting, and the thing that sets me apart from all the competition.”

As she explained, Mara continued to squeeze the bag until the eclair had been injected with enough filling to render it plump and round, fairly glistening with dark chocolate and custard. Smiling with satisfaction, Mara gave the bag one final little squeeze, and then moved on to the other.

“This is it,” she said, looking up from her work for only a moment to be sure that Chrissie was paying careful attention, which she most definitely was, “Just a dab of this can make any woman's seams start creaking. A bite of it, and you can find yourself ten pounds heavier just like that. I normally wouldn't use this much on anyone, but this seems to be a bit of a weak batch, I'm afraid, and Yvonne was very insistent.”

“Insistent about what?” Chrissie asked, watching raptly as Mara filled the eclair to its capacity, “Does she know that these will do to her if she eats one?”

“Oh yes, that's entirely the point,” Mara said with a conspiratorial smile as she continued to work, “Yvonne made me promise her that I could whip up a tray of sweets that would help get gain a good two hundred pounds in one sitting, at the very least, and these are to make sure that I don't disappoint her.”

Chrissie stood there agog, watching as Mara finished off the last eclair, each one now fairly bursting with cream.

“There we are then,” Mara said with satisfaction, “I expect even the smaller of those should fatten her up by fifty pounds or so, probably more. I just hope that poor husband of hers knows what to expect when he gets home and finds his wife still nine months pregnant and two hundred-some pounds heavier than when he left in the morning, though I'm sure she'll be able to convince him; you've seen how much just being in a family way has done for that girl's bust-line since she started showing?”

Chrissie imagined Yvonne, who, even before the feast that Mara had planned for her, probably tipped the scales at three hundred pounds easily, the almost all of which, excepting for the weight of her distended tummy, seemed to be concentrated in her bosom, freshly swollen with another two hundred pounds of weight, her clothes hanging in shreds around her fulsome figure as she snuck up on her husband and bore him to the bed beneath her soft, quivering body. Yes, Chrissie thought, she hoped that he was ready for what was going to be waiting for him tomorrow night.

“So what's in it then,” Chrissie asked, daring to pry just a little further, “Is there a secret ingredient or something?”

“Oh yes, there is, well, a few actually,” Mara said with pride, “but if you, Chrissie my dear, think that I'm going to tell them to you tonight, I'm afraid you are bound for disappointment. Not that you should be getting all depressed about that though, I'm not swearing I won't share the secret with you some time in the future when you've got a bit more experience and a few more pounds under your belt. Now then, I think that's everything that needs doing tonight; why don't you go home and get some rest while I close up the shop? Oh, and since the party isn't until two in the afternoon tomorrow and it will be Sunday after all, why don't you take the morning off and come in around twelvish or so?”

“Thanks, Mara,” Chrissie said with relief as she went to grab her purse, “I'll try to get a good night's sleep. You're a really fantastic boss, do you know that?”

“Oh, I do my best to take good care of anyone who works for me,” Mara said with a maternal sort of a smile, “You run along then; I'll see you tomorrow.”

The walk back to her apartment seemed longer than usual that night, though Chrissie knew it was just because she was so exhausted she could barely keep to her feet.

I have really got to get a new car, she thought to herself as she counted out the blocks as she made her way home, it's no good owning a compact when your boobs are too big for you to fit behind the steering wheel, and besides, I've had the old clunker since college. Jogging is great and all, but Mara's right, a few more weeks of this and I'm going to be too big to run down the street without bouncing and jiggling so much I get arrested for public indecency. Is that even a real crime? I think I read about it somewhere; maybe it was just a thing they made up for TV though. Anyways, I can't exactly afford to risk it; how would I pay my bail? Damn, I wish I made more money. Mara's a great boss; maybe if I ask her she'll give me a raise. I just hate to seem ungrateful after all she's done for me. Not just the job, and the all you can eat benefits; she's been so good to me, like a big sister- a very big sister. Maybe there's some other way I could pick up a little extra money on the side somehow. Anyway, no point in stressing about it while I'm all tired out like this. Oh, finally, home at last.

And with that thought, Chrissie found herself standing in front of her apartment building, which had once been the home of the city's foremost dairy company. That was what had attracted her to it in the first place when she was looking for new quarters after she started working at the Muffin Top. It was an old industrial building and it had a lot of charm, not to mention doors that were more than wide enough to accommodate her continually-expanding figure. To top it all off, her apartment was in the tower corner of the building shaped and painted to look like a gigantic old-fashioned milk bottle, a bit of whimsy that struck Chrissie as particularly appropriate that night as she stepped into her room, locked the door behind her, and stripped out of her sweat-clammy uniform, still thrilled with the way her breasts, swollen with lusciousness from her months of self-indulgence until they were the size of a couple of overinflated beach balls. Chrissie rubbed them absentmindedly; a long day of bouncing around had made them unusually sore, and she knew that if she didn't get some new bras made to replace the ones that she had so manifestly outgrown, she was only going to have more discomfort to look forward to, as her ever-fattening breasts strained and spilled out of their reinforced cups, as well as her straps, already adjusted as long as they could go, digging into her plump shoulders in a very unpleasant way as they strove vainly to support the titanic weight of her bosom. Chrissie lingered by the window, half looking out at the street below and half eyeing her own reflection in the glass. Her hands wandered lower. She could still feel where the waistband of her skirt had encircled her massive middle, the imprint of the elastic band still impressed, at least for the next few minutes, in the otherwise flawless expanse of Chrissie's smooth skin. Lower still her hands explored; Chrissie cradled her colossal belly, savoring how indescribably heavy and round it felt against her palms. Chrissie turned away from the window and headed to bed, with nothing save for a light blanket to hide the lush contours of her body, and once there, tired and comfortable, her thoughts consumed with how incredible it felt to be this big, and how much better still it would feel to become even bigger, Chrissie's fingers quested lower still, and after a few moments of well-earned pleasure, she slept.

Bright and early the next morning Chrissie was up and and on her way to Lisa's dress shop. The hour was still early, and when Chrissie stepped inside, the store seemed to be deserted. A moment later though, Chrissie heard movement in the back room and a moment later Lisa, the owner and proprietor, appeared. She was rather tall, and Chrissie could easily see how once upon a time she might have had the sort of figure that lends itself to modeling. She wore her black hair in a bob that neatly framed her round face, and wore a dress that was so deeply black that it seemed almost violet in the morning light. In front, it was cut so daringly low that Chrissie wondered how on earth she kept herself from spilling right out of it when she leaned over, and with Lisa's figure, there was an awful lot to spill out if that happened.

“Chrissie! How good to see you again!” Lisa said, smiling as she recognized her visitor, “It's always so nice to have you here, though I have to admit I didn't expect to see you back so soon.”

“Hi, Lisa,” Chrissie said, as the two women embraced each other in a hug that would have suffocated anyone fortunate enough to be caught between them, “I didn't plan on being back in so soon either, but I'm afraid working at the Muffin Top is having more of an effect on my figure than I expected.”

“Oh, I know all about that,” Lisa said, “I remember when I worked there for a while I felt like a human balloon with Mara just pumping me full of sweets and pastries all day long. I'm actually kind of impressed that you've lasted as long as you have there; I think if I'd stuck around, I'd probably be too huge to even walk by now. So yes, I know all about outgrowing things.”

“Well, it isn't so bad as all that,” Chrissie said, “I mean, it is kind of a chore to keep going up sizes, but it's kind of fun too; I'm a lot happier as a fat girl than I was as a skinny one, and besides, who doesn't like shopping for new clothes? I've just got a built-in excuse to do that as long as I keep putting on more weight.”

“That is just the sort of attitude I wish I saw more of,” Lisa said, “So many women come in here embarrassed about their size, feeling guilty about how big they are. I'm glad you've got such a healthy outlook about it; I feel like you and Mara over at the Muffin Top are really doing a lot of good when it comes to making a woman of size feel good about herself. Anyway, enough of me going on about all that, what can I do for you today?”

“Well, first off, I need a few new bras and some panties to match; everything I've go now is so tight I feel like its going to cut off circulation to my boobs,” Chrissie told her, “Also, if you can work me into your schedule, I'd really like a couple new uniforms for work. Larger ones, of course, with a bit more growing room this time around if you please. And I was wondering if you wouldn't mind getting a bit more creative with them; I still want something practical that'll let me do my job and everything, but if you could make them a little, I dunno, sexier than my usual fare, I'd like that a lot.”

“The lingerie should be easy enough; I think I've still got a few things in your size in stock, at least as long as you don't mind them being a little on the lacy side, and at the rate you're going, in another month or two you'll be needing to get that sort of thing custom-made, not that it'll cost you anything more from me; you'd be amazed at how many people come in here after seeing how good you and Mara look on the job, and I do appreciate all the free advertising. As for the new uniforms, I'd love to try something a little more daring and stylish. I'll need some time to work on it though, at least a couple of days, so maybe give me a call on Wednesday and I'll make time for you to come in for a fitting. Does that sound alright?”

“That'd be great,” Chrissie said, “I'll see you in a couple of days then.”

“Oh, just one other thing, if you have the time,” Lisa said as Chrissie turned to the front door.

“Actually, I'm kind of running late already,” Chrissie protested, “I need to help Mara with a special delivery today and she'll be waiting for me.”

“In that case I won't keep you any longer than I have to,” Lisa said, following Chrissie to the front of the dress shop, “but have you ever given any thought to modeling?”

“Modeling?” Chrissie asked, so surprised at the idea that she had suddenly forgotten to be in a hurry.

“Yes, you know, wearing clothes, posing for advertisements, that sort of thing,” Lisa explained, “I've been thinking about doing a big publicity push to improve business, and if I'm going to convince people that this place isn't just another fat lady store full of circus tent dresses and sweat pants, I need someone who can show people how good a woman with an exceptionally full figure can look, provided they come to my shop, of course.”

“I-I don't know what to say,” Chrissie stammered, “No one ever asked me to be a model before.”

“Well, don't feel like you need to decide right this very moment or anything,” Lisa assured her, “Just give it some thought. It can be a lot fun, you know, being a cover girl, and of course I'd pay you for your time, a fair wage, and maybe a little extra besides. We can talk about that later though, don't let me keep you when you've got work to be doing today. I'll see you in a few days alright? Think about it?”

And with that, Chrissie found herself standing on the sidewalk, clutching a large pastel-colored bag full of outsized lingerie.

“Oh crap, I'm late!” Chrissie said as she remembered where she was supposed to be, and with all the haste that she could muster, hurried down the block to the Muffin Top where, to her surprise, she found Mara sitting at a table working a crossword puzzle and steadily making her way through a platter of apple turnovers. She did not look up as Chrissie entered.

“Omigosh, I'm so sorry I'm late!” Chrissie said with breathless urgency, her chest heaving as she panted, “I was at Lisa's, and we got to talking, and I lost track of time, and I hope you're not mad at me, and is everything okay?”

Mara turned to look up a Chrissie, pushing her dark-rimmed glassed further back up on her nose as she did so, before laying her crossword down on the table before her, and munching thoughtfully on another turnover.

“Don't worry, hon, you're not in trouble or anything,” Mara said with a twinkle in her eye, “In fact, you're not really late at all, since we will not be catering the party today after all.”

“Oh no, what happened?” Chrissie asked.

“Nothing terrible,” Mara assured her, “though it does seem that Yvonne's husband has come around to appreciating her more fulsome form without any extra help from us. At least from what she told me when she called this morning, the two of them were really going at it last night when she suddenly went into labor. She's fine though, her and her husband and the baby, and she still wants to have a baby shower, just in a couple of weeks, and still catered just as before, but for today, we don't need to worry about that.”

“That's a relief. Still, it's a shame she had to cancel on us, after all the work we went to yesterday,” Chrissie sighed, “So then, what do we do with all this food?”

For indeed, there was a lot of it. Every bit of counter-space in the bakery was stacked with flat white boxes two or three deep, and just from the ones that were open, it was obvious that they had enough on hand to feed an army, providing that it was an army that could subsist wholly on desserts.

“Well, we can't just keep it to sell for tomorrow,” Mara said, “Things will be getting stale by then, and I make it a point to never sell anything that isn't fresh from the oven. And I'm certainly not going to throw it all out; that would be such a waste of good food I could never forgive myself for it.”

“So what do we do then?” Chrissie asked.

“What we do,” Mara said, polishing off the last of her apple turnovers and retrieving two more boxes from the pile on the counter, “Is eat.”

“What, all of it?” Chrissie asked in disbelief, staring at the shelves sagging beneath the weight of so many pies, cakes, and other delights.

“Why not?” Mara asked, “I got into this line of work because I love baking and because I love eating. Besides you know, I've been meaning to plump myself up a bit more so you don't get bigger than me anyway and this will be a fine time for me to pack on a few dozen more pounds. And as for you, I thought you loved being all fat and curvy like that; just sit down and dig in. You'll be amazed at how much that belly of yours can hold if you really let go and indulge yourself. Come on then, why don't you grab that cake over there and join me?”

As Chrissie glanced at the cake Mara was pointing to, she felt a curious thrill run through her body. The cake was several layers, all done in dark chocolate, and absolutely enormous. The very idea of eating that entire thing by herself was daunting, to say the least, but also strangely exciting. Ever since that first day when Mara had given her that one muffin that had transformed her from a skinny little girl into an exceedingly voluptuous woman, Chrissie had been eating constantly, and her figure showed it. The idea of this though, of just stuffing herself with all she could hold, forcing herself to fatten up as much as she possibly could, well, how could she refuse?

Chrissie carried the cake over to the table, Mara smiling approvingly as she set it down at her chair. After a moment's thought, Chrissie went back to the counter, retrieved the next largest thing she could find, this being a lemon meringue pie five inches deep and a foot and a half, and laid it as well right in front of her place.

“Okay then,” Chrissie said as she scooped up a thick slice of cake, “I bet I can eat more of this than you.”

Seeing Mara immediately dive into the pile of treats heaped in front of her, Chrissie stuffed the first bite of chocolate cake into her mouth. The instant she tasted it, all her doubts about eating more and gaining more vanished. This was what she wanted, this was what she lived for, and overcome by her own hunger and desire, Chrissie began to eat, and eat, and eat. Even though she was devouring the massive cake in front of her as quickly as she could, it was so large that for a while she felt as if she were hardly making any headway at all. As Chrissie continued to stuff slice after slice into her mouth, she found herself developing a rhythm, enabling her to eat faster and faster, swallowing more and more, until she felt that she was hardly even chewing at all The cake was so moist, so soft she could almost just keep pushing it into her mouth, and that was exactly what she did. Chrissie felt her belly growing full as she ate. At first it was an altogether pleasant feeling; she hadn't had time for a proper breakfast that day, and finding herself comfortably full made her happy. As she continued to stuff herself however, Chrissie felt herself becoming more and more replete. She could feel the fabric of her clothes stretching to contain her expanding belly; gaps were beginning for develop and spread open between the buttons of her top, revealing a glimpse of her tantalizingly overstuffed belly.

She was only halfway done with the cake when Chrissie heard a loud snap. Looking across the table, she saw that Mara, who was working her way through what had to be her tenth plate of cupcakes, had already split the seams of her blouse, its shredded remnants parting to reveal a belly so sumptuously full that Chrissie suddenly felt very thin indeed by comparison. Just above it, her full and heavy breasts, huge, though not nearly as immense as Chrissie's own, bulged out around a purple bra that looked barely able to contain their lushness. Noticing that Chrissie was staring at her, Mara beamed at her with satisfaction, pausing from her feast long enough to pat her swollen belly, sending waves of jigglesome motion spreading through it and the rest of her plump body.

“You know hon, I think I could just do this all day,” Mara smiled, spreading her legs slightly to afford her growing belly more room to expand, “Don't worry, I've been at this a lot longer than you have, self-indulgence is an art a girl doesn't master overnight. Unless, of course, you're already feeling like you've hit your limit.”

“What? No, no, just catching my breath,” Chrissie insisted, “I'm not even starting to feel full yet.”

And as if to prove to point, she returned to what remained of the cake in front of her. With a renewed appetite, Chrissie continued to shovel it into her mouth. She felt the buttons on her top beginning to pop off one by one; she heard them snapping against the underside of the table, and sliding across black and white tile floor of the bakery. Each one that gave way offered her a moment of relief, a little more room for her growing belly to expand. Even without the increasing tightness of her clothing, Chrissie could feel herself getting bigger. She could feel her belly weighing heavier and heavier atop her lush thighs, though still constrained by her straining top, it felt unnaturally hard against the soft flesh of her legs. She could feel it pressing upwards as well, her titanic breasts slowing rising upon its swelling curve. Chrissie could feel their massive weight resisting, her bra trying to keep her billowy bosom in place even as her expanding middle tried to push her breasts apart. Her top was so tight now that Chrissie found herself struggling for air between each swallow. As she crammed the last bite of the cake past her frosting-specked lips, she heard a loud tearing sound as the seams of her top finally succumbed. Chrissie felt the cool air of the shop against the taut skin of her naked belly, finding herself now in a state of undress similar to Mara's, who looked at her with the pride of a teacher who has taught her student well.

“Now there's a good girl,” Mara said, “Just look at that belly of yours plumping up. No time for quitting though, there's still an awful lot to get through, unless you want me to end up having to eat most of it. I don't mind a bit; heck, I could have eaten all of this even without you, but if you even want to be bigger than me, you're going to have to step it up a little bit.”

Chrissie looked at Mara, who had already thrown herself into a pan of brownies drenched in caramel syrup. Chrissie was nearly stunned at how much Mara had managed to pack away so quickly, and the obvious effects it was having on her figure. Just while Chrissie had been finishing her cake off, Mara's belly had grown unmistakeably more immense, obviously adding several inches to her already-titanic waistline. Determined to do just as well, Chrissie grabbed the pie she had brought over earlier, grabbed a huge chunk of it with her hand and set about gorging herself properly. She took no care to table manners now; warm dollops of filling landed on her plumpening breasts, sliding across their skin and getting smushed into Chrissie's abundant cleavage. Though being free of her top had relieved her feeling of overfullness to some degree, it wasn't long before Chrissie felt herself feeling as if she were running out of room. She could feel the stitches in her bra popping off one by one as her breasts fattened from her feast and with a start, she felt the cool, hard edge of the table pressing against her belly, and though pushing her chair a little farther back from the table helped for the moment, Chrissie realized that, especially with her boobs in the way, it might not be long before she wouldn't be able to reach the plate in front of her. Still she ate though, for through all her worries, Chrissie was loving every second of this. The thrill of feeling her belly growing more and more distended as she forced it to hold so much more than she had ever dared to stuff herself with before excited her, the idea of getting bigger, of being even more ravishingly voluptuous than she already was consumed her imagination, a thousand half-formed fantasies whirling in her head as she forced down another dripping handful of pie. Across from her, Mara continued to stuff herself with carefree abandon, evidently not caring about the way the edge of the table pressed so tightly against her magnificent belly, her fat breasts sitting heavily on the shelf it formed beneath them. Wondering just how much more of this she could force herself to take, Chrissie managed to finish off the rest of the pie, determined that however many pounds Mara might add to her fulsome figure today, she was going to gain even more.

“Oh, this is incredible,” Chrissie moaned as she leaned back in her chair, splaying her fingers out across the vast expanse of her belly, “No wonder you love this line of work so much.”

“If you're the right kind of woman, it certainly has its rewards,” Mara said as she popped the last cookie from what had once been a small mountain of them into her mouth, “Can I bring you something else?”

“Oh yes, please, I feel like I'm too full to walk,” Chrissie admitted, “Just bring me whatever's over there.”

“Of course, honey,” Mara said reassuringly, “You just sit right there and I'll fetch you over something else.”

With ponderous grace, Mara climbed out of her seat. Her mammoth belly seemed to bulge out at least three feet in front of her, its ever inch quaking and trembling as she moved. Once on her feet, Mara moved with the practiced skill of a woman who had found herself in this condition before, confidently waddling over to the counter where she picked up several more platters heaped high with all sorts of delectables, even balancing one particularly large tray of bonbons in her bountiful belly. Returning to the table, she laid them all out before Chrissie and herself, thought for a moment, and then made two more trips, until the entire table between them was absolutely covered, and piled so high with pastries that had she been slightly less generously-endowed, Chrissie could have just leaned forward and taken a bite.

“Here we are then,” Mara said as she seated herself again, her belly pushing a few of the closer plates out of its way, “Bon apetit!”

Without another word, Mara once again set about stuffing herself just as eagerly as if she hadn't already inhaled enough to feed a dozen large women for a week. Realizing that she was only going to fall further behind the longer she sat there watching, Chrissie tried to lean forward and grab a few peanut butter cookies off the nearest plate. She soon discovered, however, that her belly was simply too full for her to get close enough. Just bending in enough to grab a handful made her belly feel intolerably tight, and Chrissie knew that at this rate, there was no way she was going to be able to keep up with Mara, who despite her own luxuriously bloated belly, had already finished off one huge tray of desserts and was well into a second one.

“Good gracious Chrissie, are you done already?” Mara asked, noticing that her friend had hardly eaten a tenth of what was on her plate, “I thought you said you wanted more.”

“Oh, Mara, I do,” Chrissie explained with more than a little embarrassment, “It's just that, well, I'm not quite sure how to put this, but my belly is just so full, and my boobs are so huge that I can't reach anything in front of me.”

“Oh, you poor girl, that won't do at all, not while there's still so much we need to take care of,” Mara said with concern, “I'll tell you what, why don't you sit there and relax, and I can feed you?”

“Do you mind? I mean, I don't want to slow you down any,” Chrissie said.

“Don't you worry about that, hon,” Mara assured her as she shrugged off the remnants of her ruined blouse, “If there's one thing I enjoy as much as stuffing myself until I'm fit to burst, it's stuffing some other poor girl until she is.”

And without waiting for any further reply, Mara heaved herself out of her seat again, came around to the same side of the table as Chrissie, picked up up a huge handful of danishes, and began feeding them to Chrissie so insistently that Chrissie was more than a little worried that she wouldn't be able to catch her breath between each one and the next. After a couple minutes, Mara began to use her other hand to pick up desserts from other dishes and swallow them down with evident delight, gorging herself so much that Chrissie fancied she could actually see her getting fatter. Her attention was soon drawn away from Mara though, for Chrissie soon began to feel the effects of Mara's enthusiastic assistance. Chrissie felt her belly becoming fuller and fuller as Mara fed her, plate after plate of desserts being gently pushed past her waiting lips as she obediently and eagerly swallowed each one. Chrissie's belly swelled out larger and larger in front of her, past her knees, but still so very full that they hardly made a dent in its underside. When once again, Chrissie felt the cool, hard touch of the table pressing against her belly, Mara walked around behind her, pulled her chair back a few inches, and then returned to her work, cheerfully disposing of the bakery's abundance in the most fattening way possible.

With nothing to do but sit there and let herself be fed, Chrissie began to watch Mara's body. She was an incredible sight already, naked above the waist except for the bra that contained, and only just barely, a pair of breasts that seemed almost impossibly jigglesome, while her white skirt stretched ever tighter around a pair of hips that were rapidly approaching four feet wide, and an ass so indescribably overloaded with fat that Chrissie was sure that all by itself it accounted for at least three hundred pounds of Mara's rapidly-accumulating weight. If any of this caused Mara any discomfort at all, she gave no sign of it, though as she went back for yet another round of desserts from the counter, Chrissie noticed that her skirt had become so tight that she had to take tiny, hobbling steps to walk at all, steps which made Mara's spectacular rear wobble hypnotically.

Soon she was back though, and the feeding continued. Cookies, strudels, things so exotic and delicious that Chrissie didn't even know what to call them poured into her. She felt her belly expanding, her skin stretching as it struggled to contain more and more and more. Chrissie almost felt herself losing consciousness a time or two; there was just too much sweetness, too much filling, too much muchness, and she knew that even if she could have reached everything, there was no way she could have forced herself to go on like this without Mara's firm but gentle hand continually shoveling new morsels into her mouth. Chrissie felt as if she had reached her limit though; she could feel her belly bulging out at the sides as if all the space in front of her was already as full as it could be. Placing her hands against her sides, she could feel it happening, her body meekly yielding to even more, as she allowed herself to be fattened to what Chrissie was sure was a positively dangerous degree. A moment later, Chrissie felt her overfilled bra give way, her massive breasts, plumped up to almost obscence juiciness from all her had eaten. They fell with seductive heaviness upon her overfilled belly, quaking there like two mountains of jelly that Chrissie could only stare at helplessly, as if she were a prisoner to her own plumpening body. It was too much; all of it was just more than even she could stand, and she was just about to protest, to try to get Mara's attention and tell her please, she just couldn't take any more, not another bite, when Chrissie heard Mara's voice, and coming out of her dessert-induced reverie, opened her eyes.

“Well there you go, that's the last of it,” Mara said proudly, “Now, didn't I say you could do it?”

Chrissie looked around the shop, and sure enough, there wasn't a single thing left to be eaten. Empty trays scattered with crumbs and smeared with frosting and chocolate sauce were stacked in neat piles here and there, and Mara was standing at Chrissie's side, looking very pleased with herself, and even more breathtakingly enormous than she had been when Chrissie had last looked at her. Her belly now projected out proudly over the top of a skirt so tight that it looked like it had been painted onto her body. It swelled out so far in front of her that Chrissie wondered how Mara ever hoped to reach the cash register or pretty much anything in the kitchen again for that matter, and though it was lusciously round, it still bulged down almost to her knees. Her hips were so indulgently wide and curvaceous that even with her brimming belly, Mara still boasted an alluringly pear-shaped figure, though Chrissie noticed that her breasts were now so fat that it looked as if Mara needed only to take a deep breath to set them spilling out of their over-matched confinement. With a look of utter delight on her face, Mara did a slow turn in front of Chrissie, eager to show off her sumptuously enlarged figure. Chrissie gasped; Mara's butt was so overstuffed that it seemed impossible for her to stand up like that. Absolutely massive, Mara's ass was so absolutely over-saturated with fat that fabric and flesh alike seemed to strain at containing her form.

“Well now, that's a bit more of what I've been chasing after,” Mara said with obvious pleasure as she ran her hands down along her more prominent bits, “You know I think I'm actually happy that Yvonne canceled on us; I can't remember the last time I had an excuse to just cut loose and stuff myself like this.”

“Ohh, I can't believe we ate everything,” Chrissie groaned, tenderly massaging her own distended belly, “I feel like I'm almost as big as you are now.”

“Well now, I wouldn't go quite that far,” Mara said proudly, “I think I might have pulled ahead just a bit in the great race to be the fattest girl at the Muffin Top. And come to think of it, we didn't eat everything, not quite yet anyways. Gimme a second; I'll be right back.”

And before Chrissie could say anything else, Mara was headed back to the kitchen. Walking away, she was a awe-inspiring sight. As tight as her skirt was, each short, barely-balanced step she took made her overstuffed derriere quake with tantalizing lushness, the creamy flesh of her sleek thighs almost luminous under the shop's lights as her massive belly swayed first to one side and then the other, the thick, reinforced straps of her overstressed bra digging deeply into the soft flesh of her back, while between it and where Mara's bewitchingly feminine hips flared out, she displayed several plump rolls of fat, which looked as if they would be liable to jiggle just as much as the rest of her body, save for the fact that the extreme tautness of her belly tended to pull her entire midriff tighter. As Mara tried to get through the gap in the counter, Chrissie could see how her newly-earned pounds were going to complicate her work. For several seconds, it seemed that Mara had was trapped, wedged in place by her own blossoming charms, until, with the sound of fabric tearing, she popped through and made her way back to the kitchen, only to reappear a few seconds later triumphantly holding up a silver tray.

“Thanks for reminding me about these, hon,” Mara said as she squeezed her all-too-ample form back through the counter, “It'd be a real shame to let them go to waste.”

Mara came back to the table where Chrissie sat. Her stride was more natural now, and as she came closer, Chrissie could see that the side of her skirt had split from the hemline straight up to the waist, and creating a provocative display of bare skin.

“The skirt? I kind of like it this way,” Mara said as she noticed Chrissie's gaze upon her body, “In fact, I think I'll start getting all my new ones with a slit cut in them like this. It's a far sight more comfortable at least, and well, what's the point in being all buxom if you're not going to show it off? Right then, here we are, the piece de resistance!”

And with a theatrical flourish, Mara laid the tray down in front of Chrissie, revealing that it held only two things, the special eclairs that Mara had filled earlier. Chrissie stared at the platter, her eyes wide as she contemplated eating anything else, let alone something so inordinately fattening.

“Oh, Mara, I just can't!”Chrissie protested, remembering how potent Mara's cooking had proved before, and imagining what kind of effect that such a dessert might have on her alarmingly overfilled figure.

“Are you sure?” Mara asked solicitously, “Not even a little bite? I promise you've never tasted anything like it before, and besides, if you don't start pushing yourself a bit more, you'll never catch up with me. Still no? Well, how about I eat mine first then, and maybe when you see its nothing to be afraid of, you'll be up to having yours.”

And without waiting for any other argument from Chrissie, Mara picked up the larger of the eclairs, and just as casually as if it was the first thing she'd had all day, popped it into her mouth and swallowed it down in three bites, before smiling saucily at Chrissie while licking a few errant dabs of filling off her fingers. Almost instantly though, it's potency began to affect her.

It started with Mara's belly. Though it was already immense by any standard, Mara had no sooner finished licking the last of the creamy frosting from her fingers when, with a sound like someone pouring more water into an overfilled balloon, it began to expand. Inch by inch Mara's belly grew, groaning with fullness as it bulged out wider and wider, as if it were trying to reach the same matronly dimensions as her fulsome hips. Its lower curve swelled lower as it fattened, and from the way that Mara's chubby knees began to go weak, it was obvious that her belly was not only growing heavier, but causing her no small amount of pleasure. Sighing with bliss, Mara ran her hands along its opulent roundness, so full that it had started to spread her huge breasts apart, bulging up between them as her cleavage widened. Her breasts too, now began to grow. Mara's recent quest to fatten herself up had already left them tremendously enlarged but now they were swelling up at an altogether alarming rate. As fat pumped into her twin spheres, it was obvious that they had already been filled very nearly to their limits. Mara's areolae were both stretched into pale pink circles larger than dessert saucers, and Chrissie noticed faint striations on the upper region of Mara's breasts, as if they had finally gained too much weight for her body to support. Larger than beach balls now, they trembled as they expanded over more and more of Mara's massive belly. The rapturous look on Mara's face told Chrissie that she was loving every second of this, and the way her nipples grew perky and firm as the flesh beneath them billowed outward suggested that Mara was finding this whole experience to be very satisfying indeed. Still gaining weight by the second, Mara's breasts at last became too heavy to maintain their gentle teardrop shape; their own overindulgent weight and the tender softness of her flesh causing her massive boobs to develop a more watermelonesque shape, her nipples no longer riding quite so high and proud upon them, but beginning to point rather more downwards. If this development troubled Mara in the least, she made no show of it, instead squeezing and caressing her pendulous endowments with palpable delight. Still they swelled, as if Mara's body would not be content until her breasts were every bit as big as Chrissie's magnificent melons, though clearly Mara's breasts were not so suited by nature to being fattened to such a degree, and the signs that they were straining to hold every additional pound were growing more obvious by the second. The smoothness of her areolae was split with stretch marks, radiating out from around her protruding nipples as Mara's breasts struggled to contain their own staggering immensity. Another sudden burst of growth surged into them, and as they swelled with it, Chrissie could now detect a faint tracery of blue veins visible through the overstretched skin of Mara's sumptuously forswollen breasts. Chrissie stifled the urge to cry out, to warn Mara about how dangerously full her breasts had already become, but she knew that it would do no good; Mara had already eaten, and there was nothing to be done now until she effect of her own cooking had run its course. Also, as painfully enlarged as Mara's bosom appeared to Chrissie, Mara looked as if she were enjoying it infinitely, murmuring delightedly to herself even as her breasts creaked like overstretched rubber. Increasingly supported by the billowing curve of her belly, Mara's breasts grew heavier and heavier as they fattened, trembling slightly with Mara's every pleasure-wracked breath. Scandalously overburdened with fat, Chrissie noticed Mara was starting to develop stretch marks along the underside of her breasts as well, where her skin was stretched the most tightly from the countless gallons of fat that she had so eagerly forced upon her own body; her nipples down pointed downwards, the lower edges of her areolae touching her belly. Her vast udders were so absolutely distended that Chrissie was almost afraid to keep watching. There was no way that even a woman so accomplished at gaining weight could take much more of this, and an instant later, just as it seemed like Mara's body could endure no more, her overladen breasts shuddered to a stop.

Mara shivered, as if the shop had just grown cold, and her ass began to grow as well. The instant it began, her skirt, or at least what remained of it, surrendered with a snap, fluttering to the floor at her feet and leaving her naked save for a pair of panties stretched very tightly indeed around her lavish hips. Now free to reach even more massive dimensions, Mara's hips began to blossom, growing wider and more fertile with each passing moment. Despite her sumptuously over-fattened bosom, the enormous quantities of flesh pouring into her hips gave Mara a prodigiously pear-shaped figure, and as she grew more than twice as wide across her middle as she was at her plump shoulders, it was obvious to Chrissie that while Mara's breasts may have been stretched to their utter limit by their recent fattening, lower down Mara was entirely more pliable, her body eagerly swelling with fat as more and more of it inflated her figure. Her thighs plumped up until they were so thick and full that Mara looked as if she could barely stand, but also so fat that she looked as if she could hardly bend her knees any more, leaving her to teeter helplessly, unable to walk, unable to even sit down, as her lower body attained such a size that Mara could no longer even touch it furthest regions. And yet, the sublime smile on her round, rosy-cheeked face told Chrissie that she was feeling absolutely divine. Mara's panties pulled ever tighter across her expanding form; their lace was stretched so far that it barely even covered the rippling mountains of flesh beneath it, and as Mara continued to gain weight, her panties began to dig into the vast expanse of her middle, her thighs ballooning out below them while rolls of fat bulged out above the waistband. Mara's ass, already overstuffed beyond all decency, began to grow at a feverish pace. Gallon upon quivering gallon of fat surged into it, her creamy skin yielding easily to every added pound. Mara's rear was soon so incomparably gigantic that even her overblown thighs seemed modest in comparison to its massiveness. Even as she stood still, it quivered as if it was inflated with jelly. As her hips passed the five foot mark, a sound like a whip cracking echoed through the shop. Mara's panties fell in shreds from her spectacularly overfilled body, and she stood there naked as some primal and untamed goddess of the young earth, her bare skin more glorious, more beautiful than any clothes she could possibly wear. And at last, fatter than Chrissie had imagined it was even possible for a woman to become, Mara stopped growing.

“Oh. My. Goodness.” Mara said as she looked down and surveyed her callipygous figure, “I had no idea these were going to turn out to be this strong. Gracious me, just look at how big I've gotten.”

“I'm looking,” Chrissie said, still getting over the shock of watching her boss blow up like a parade balloon, “Mara, are you all right? You're just, you're just so, so- big.”

“Oh, heavens yes, dear, I've never felt better,” Mara assured her, “I just wasn't expecting the effects to be quite so, powerful. Golly, its a good thing we didn't give these to Yvonne. Just imagine if she'd have eaten them both, they'd have had to knock down a wall just to get the poor girl out of the house.”

“Are you sure you're okay?” Chrissie asked doubtfully, “Your boobs are so fat that it makes mine hurt just to look at them.”

“What? Oh, that. Don't you worry about that, dear,” Mara said dismissively as she rubbed her overladen melons tenderly, “They'll just be a little sore for a few days; it'll clear right up, I'm sure. I guess I was right to worry about those stretch marks though. Oh well, at least when I'm wearing a blouse none of them will show; that's the important thing. Goodness, you know I think I might finally have cracked four digits, weight-wise. Hmm, and then some besides, maybe. Ha, if my ex-husband could see me now, he'd probably have a few choice words for me. Good thing he isn't, I suppose. Right then, ready for your turn?”

“What, my turn?” Chrissie asked, suddenly very conscious of how terribly full her belly still was, “I- I don't know, Mara, I'm not sure I'm quite ready to put on that much weight all at once.”

“Are you sure?” Mara asked teasingly as she waddled up to the table and picked up the other eclair, “You could be even bigger than I am. Just imagine that for a moment.”

“Oh, it is awfully tempting,” Chrissie agreed, biting her lip as she thought about having a body as sumptuously endowed as Mara's, “I'm just not sure I can hold anything else just now.”

“Are you sure you're sure?” Mara asked again, holding the eclair very near to Chrissie's lips, leaning in as her lusciously huge belly pressed suggestively against Chrissie's body, while her breasts, incomparably full and juicy were suspended so close to Chrissie's own that she could feel Mara's still-engorged nipples lightly brushing against her own warming skin.

“Oh Mara, I want to, I really do,” Chrissie said, “I want to be as big as you; I want to be even bigger, but right now I just don't think I can do it.”

“That's alright, don't feel bad about it,” Mara said as she slowly stood back up, giving Chrissie's plump shoulder a reassuring pat, “I don't mean to rush you, and the way you've been eating, I suppose you'll be getting there soon enough without any extra help from me. You don't mind if I just go ahead and eat this one then?”

“Oh, no Mara, don't!” Chrissie exclaimed, as Mara brought the pastry to her ruby red lips, “Just look at how huge you are already! Your boobs are already fit to burst as it is.”

“Hmmm? Perhaps I'll hold off for just now them,” Mara said knowingly as she drew the eclair away from her mouth, as Chrissie sighed with relief, “Or maybe you're more interested in having this one than you're letting on?”

“What do you mean? I think I'm plenty big enough for now,” Chrissie said.

“I'll tell you what, darling; since you're so worried about what it might do to my ever-so-voluptuous figure,” Mara offered, “I won't eat this other eclair on one condition.”

“What's that?” Chrissie asked, still concerned that Mara might yet pop it into her mouth on a whim.

“How about I wrap it up for you to take home,” Mara suggested, “But you have to eat it, the whole thing, mind you, before tomorrow morning when you come in for your shift.”

“But Mara, I feel like a python that just swallowed a hippo! I think I could go for a week before I got hungry again!”.

“Oh, well if you're a sure as all that, I'm certainly not going to let this choice morsel go uneaten,” Mara said with a shrug that made her massive bosom sway and wobble, “I guess we'll just have to find out if these udders of mine can hold another two hundred pounds or so-”

“Okay! Okay, I'll take it home and eat it there,” Chrissie agreed reluctantly, “But if ten o'clock rolls around tomorrow and I'm not here, its probably because I've gotten so fat that I can't fit through the door of my apartment.”

“Oh, no need to worry about that, hon,” Mara said with a wave of her chubby hand, “If it comes to that, I'll definitely give you the day off. Here now, let me wrap this up for you.”

Mara turned to head back to the kitchen again, her naked body even more spectacular from behind than from in front. Mara might have had her breasts fattened to within an inch of her life, Chrissie thought, but her behind, as luxuriantly overstuffed as it was, looked as if it could take at least another couple hundred founds of fattening up before she had her fill Even so, it seemed to Chrissie that it was just as well that Mara hadn't gotten any bigger than she already was, since she was evidently having more than a little trouble getting back through the counter. She was at least a foot broader in the beam than the opening in the counter-top, and as she stuffed and squeezed her sensuously overfed middle through the gap, Chrissie was more than a little alarmed to hear her body making sounds like a balloon being pinched in a vise. As she struggled to force her half-ton figure through the opening, Mara uttered a constant stream of mild curses and complaints, though Chrissie knew her well enough to know from her demeanor that she was really indecently satisfied with herself, and delighted to have attained such a size as to be encountering such problems as these. Finally she freed herself from the grasp of the counter, and made her way back to the kitchen, her belly and behind creaking quietly as they rubbed along the counter on one side and the wall on the other until Mara finally reached the kitchen door, which thankfully was wide enough to admit her without further difficulty.

From her seat out front, Chrissie could hear Mara moving around, her shoes clicking sharply on the tile floor. Chrissie heard doors and cupboards being opened, more footsteps, the distant sound of Mara humming happily to herself, and finally the crinkling of wax paper. A moment later Mara reappeared at the kitchen door.

“Here you go then, hon, I wrapped up dessert for you,” Mara said as she leaned through the door offered a Chrissie a large brown bag, “and here are some old clothes of mine that I think should fit you, at least well enough for you to get home without attracting more attention than you want to.”

“Thanks, Mara, I was wondering how I was going to get home in just my panties like this,” Chrissie said, thankful that Mara kept a few outsized outfits in the stock room, “What are you going to do though?”

“Me? Oh, don't worry, I've got everything under control,” Mara said with a self-satisfied smile, “I've got a robe somewhere back here that should still be big enough to cover up my ample charms, and since I really don't care to squeeze through the front counter any more just now, I'll just go out through the delivery door in back when I'm ready to head out. First though, I'm going to try to get in touch with a contractor to see if I can't get someone out here in the next couple of days to move the counter out a few more feet and cut a bigger path through it while they're at it. Until then, I'm afraid you're going to have to tend shop for me; I'm just too buxom to fit anywhere but the kitchen right now.”

“Okay, as long as you're sure you don't need my help getting home or anything,” Chrissie said as she began to step into the clothes, a pair of enormous gray sweatpants and a t-shirt to match, that Mara had brought out for her, “You've got my number too; if you need me to come back and help stuff you into your car later or anything, I'll be around.”

“No, no, don't you give me another thought,” Mara told her, “You've had a big day, now go have a nice afternoon and get some rest, and maybe stop somewhere and buy some new clothes too if you're not too exhausted. You certainly can't come intomorrow wearing that.”

“Thanks Mara,” Chrissie said as she headed for the front door, “I've got to say, ever since you gave me this job, my life has been anything but boring.”

“Well, you know what they say, hon, variety is the spice of life,” Mara said cheerfully as Chrissie opened the door, “Oh, and don't forget, if you're not at least a hundred pounds heavier when you come in tomorrow, I'm going to know you didn't finish your dessert!”

“Don't worry, Mara,” Chrissie called out as she closed the door, “I will be!”

Huh, I really do need to get some other clothes; these make me look like I ought to be riding a scooter through the snack aisle at Wal-Mart. Chrissie thought to herself as she looked up at the afternoon sun. Actually, I should probably go by Lisa's just to let her know that the stuff I ordered this morning is going to have to be about ten sizes bigger if its going to do me any good now. Damn, I hate sweatpants; maybe she'll have something off the rack in my size so I can at least go to work tomorrow dressed like a civilized woman.

And shopping bag in hand, Chrissie made off down the street towards the dress shop. The clothes that Mara had given her were anything but satisfactory; the pants chafed Chrissie's thighs unpleasantly, and braless, her massive boulders swayed distractingly under a shirt that was somehow so tight that she felt as if she were walking down the street with her boobs right out on display yet still not tight enough to do anything to keep her overbrimming breasts from jiggling and wobbling as freely as if she were topless. As Chrissie stumbled along, still not used to how heavy she had become, the cheap fabric of the shirt rubbed against her nipples, stimulating them to attention, despite Chrissie's fervent wishes that they do otherwise. It was with a sense of boundless relief then, that Chrissie finally turned the corner to the dress shop, saw that it was still open, and lunged for the door so eagerly that for a split second, she was afraid she was going to pull it off its hinges, as the cowbell that hung from the door handle jangled loudly to announce her arrival.

“Hello, I'll be right out!” Lisa's voice came from the back room.

“No hurry, Lisa, it's just me,” Chrissie shouted back, feeling very underdressed, “I'm not going anywhere.”

“Who's that now? Oh, Chrissie, back again already?” Lisa called out again, “Just give me one second here; I'm actually working on drawing up a few patterns for some things that I think will look very flattering on you if-”

Lisa's voice trailed off as she emerged from the back room and saw Chrissie standing there.

“Oh my goodness,” Lisa finally managed after a few mute seconds of amazement, “How did?- What have?- What has Mara been doing to you, girl?”

“Ah, well, we had a big catering gig lined up for today, and then it got called off at the last minute,” Chrissie explained, “We'd already made all the food for it, you know, and well, Mara just insisted that we eat every last bite of everything before we could go home. So here I am, back again to revise and expand my previous order.”

“Well, I don't know if it's what you were going for or not,” Lisa said as she slowly walked around Chrissie, intently appraising her junoesque figure, “But I think you look absolutely stunning. Yes, yes, I can certainly whip something up that will look good on you. And speaking of which, if you've had the chance to consider my earlier offer, might you be interested in doing a bit of modeling?”

“Modeling?” Chrissie asked in disbelief, “Come on now Lisa, why would you want me to be a model? I'm sure I'm already way bigger than the women you're trying to attract to your shop here.”

“Oh, I wouldn't say that,” Lisa demurred, “I've got a feeling you might be just what I'm looking for. You're young, very attractive in a natural sort of a way that I think a lot of women could relate to, however much you gain, you still seem to keep that knockout figure of yours, and actually, the fact that you're heavier than most of my regular customers, and of course, most women in the city, makes you the perfect face for my new advertising campaign?”

“What do you mean?” Chrissie asked, still feeling very much as if there were some key point she was missing here, “How does me being one of the ten fattest girls in the state help your business?”

“Well that's exactly it though, don't you see?” Lisa explained, “Most plus-sized clothiers get the skinniest fat women they can find for their ads; the whole idea is to make potential customers think that if they dress like that, they'll look slimmer too. But I say to hell with that; I don't want to sell clothes on the idea that I can help a woman look smaller than she really is. I love the shape of a full-figured woman, the curves, the hills and valleys. Why Chrissie a woman with a truly stellar body, a body like yours, is like a white canvas for me, just waiting to be clothed in my work, clothes that don't try to hide those curves, but clothes that exult in them, that celebrate the beauty of a woman with a body fit for a goddess. Don't you see, Chrissie? If I can show women how gorgeous, how sexy, how irresistibly seductive a woman with your figure can look, why, they'll come to me in droves! This city- No! This whole country is full of big, lusty, magnificent women, and I promise you that every last one of them is sick to death of wearing muumuus and sweatshirts and being forced by our demented society to act as if their bodies are something to be ashamed of! Please, Chrissie, I need your help. You'll be helping every woman in the world who ever wished they made stylish clothes in anything bigger than a size 16. Of course, if all goes well, I certainly expect my customer base to expand a bit; this whole enterprise could be very lucrative if I'm right. Your help would be invaluable to me, and I would see to it that you were well paid for your time. I know you're just out of school, you probably have student loans and that sort of thing to pay off, and Mara's a wonderful, kind, considerate woman, but I know working for her, as rewarding as it may be, isn't exactly a fast way to get rich. Wouldn't you like to have enough money not just to get by, living from paycheck to paycheck, but to go out at night to fancy restaurants and live a little? If you model for me, if this all goes well, modeling for me could easily turn into a steady gig for you. So then, are you interested?”

Chrissie thought for a minute. It was a lot to wrap her mind around all at once, not just the suggestion that there was money to be made just from trying on a few outfits while Lisa took pictures, but everything else, being some sort of a liberator to surpassingly buxom women everywhere, it almost felt like too much responsibility, too much fame for her to take. But then again, Chrissie thought, she wasn't the same quiet, shy girl who used to jog through town and sit in the corner of the bakery sipping her coffee and silently watching people. No, now she was the woman who delighted in pouring herself into the tightest clothes she could find when she went out jogging, just drinking in the stares and wonder of everyone she passed along the way. Yes, Chrissie decided, she had had a taste of the spotlight, and she wanted more. And truth be told, she wouldn't mind having enough money to pay off a few overdue bills and make a down payment on a good-sized SUV or something,

“Okay, count me in!” Chrissie told Lisa, “When do you want me to start?”

“Well, now,” Lisa answered with a sparkle in her eyes, “That depends on whether you have anywhere else you need to be going this evening.”

“Well, I was planning on walking back to my apartment and laying in bed like a beached whale for the next twelve hours or so,” Chrissie admitted, “But if you're ready to start tonight, I guess I might be up for things too.”

“Wonderful!” Lisa exclaimed, her fat breasts squeezing together as she clapped her hands in anticipation, the black sweater she wore stretching as her bosom bulged out impressively around her arms, “Just give me a couple minutes to get my equipment together. Why don't you go on into my dressing room, the first one on the right, with the big mirrors, and strip out of those awful clothes you're wearing. I'll be along in just a moment with some things that will make you feel like a new woman.”

As Lisa happily bustled off back to her workroom, Chrissie made her way to the dressing rooms and found the one that Lisa had described. It was a good deal larger than any of the others (though due to Lisa's normal clientele, all the dressing rooms were built along very generous lines. This one though, had three full length mirrors arrayed in the corner, which afforded Chrissie an excellent view of herself as she peeled off the shapeless clothes she had put on back at the bakery.

Oh. Oh, wow. Am I really that big now? I mean, I didn't think that spending all day stuffing myself wouldn't have a big effect on me but this is just- Wow. I mean, I thought my boobs were huge before, but this, jeez, they're so fat I can't even reach my nipples any more. And my poor belly, oh, I look like I swallowed a pilates ball and then someone blew it up inside of me; it's just about as bouncy as one too. You know, if being this huge, this full didn't feel so incredible, I think I'd be seriously freaking out right now.

“Chrissie, are you in there?” Lisa called from outside the dressing room, “Here, try this on and come on out for a second!”

The next moment something came sailing over the top of the dressing room door, hitting Chrissie squarely in the chest before falling to the floor. With considerable effort, for now matter how fantastic she felt, bending over that far was now a real challenge for her, Chrissie picked it up, and discovered that it was a robe, pale yellow, made from some indescribably slinky material, and, she discovered as she put it on, just big enough to comfortably accommodate her figure.

“Oh good, it fits you,” Lisa said as Chrissie opened the door, “Here, do a turn now, let me see how you look.”

Chrissie happily obliged, thrilled with how the silky material slid against her skin as she moved, the way it hugged her ravishingly voluptuous body, and delighting in the way it fell open at the neck, exposing the soft, deep cleft between her bewitchingly overfilled breasts.

“Yes, I think you'll do quite nicely,” Lisa said as she watched, more to herself than for Chrissie's benefit, “Just one other thing before we get started then; would you mind coming over here and stepping on this scale for a second? I'm curious about just how much you weigh now.”

“Oh, sure. Why do you need to weigh me though?” Chrissie asked, trying to hide how curious she was about her weight now too.

“Just wondering, you know,” Lisa said casually as Chrissie followed her into the back room, “It might be something I can work into the ad campaign. Okay now, step on up here.”

Chrissie obeyed, stepping up on an imposing-looking antique scale that looked like it had originally be intended for weighing livestock. As Chrissie stepped onto it, the scale made a deep ka-chunk sound, and the pointer on it spun from zero upwards until it settled considerably further along on the dial.

“Oh my gosh!” Chrissie gasped as she read the number to herself, “Is that tight? Do I really weigh 850 pounds?”

“Eight hundred and fifty three, to be precise,” Lisa said, with a tone that suggested she was nowhere near as excited to learn this as Chrissie was.

“Wow, that means I've put on a hundred and fifty just since this morning,” Chrissie said, as she figured out the numbers, “I'm amazed I'm still able to walk! So then, are we good to go ahead with the whole modeling thing?”

“Hmm? Oh yes, I suppose so,” Lisa replied, still looking somewhat disappointed, “Come on back to the dressing room; I'll get you some things to try on and then I'll get my camera all set up.”

“Well, okay then,” Chrissie said, surprised at Lisa's sudden lack of enthusiasm, “What's wrong?”

“Oh, everything's fine. Sorry, I'm being rude,” Lisa said, cheering up a little, “I was just thinking you were a bit heavier than that is all. I figured if you were at least nine hundred, it would be something I could work into the ads. Actually, I was even kind of hoping you'd be more than a thousand; that's a number that would look really great on a billboard.”

“Couldn't you just say I weigh that much?” Chrissie asked, “At the rate I've been going, I'm sure that in another month or two I'll be that big.”

“Well, I guess I could, but I'd rather not,” Lisa said, “I feel like I need to be honest with my customers, even just the potential ones. Oh well, we can still go ahead with things right now, in a couple of months when you've filled out a bit more you should definitely let me know though. It's just too bad that Mara ran out of desserts to stuff you with today; I could afford to pay you a lot more if you gain some more weight, and I know with your build you'll just look gorgeous with it.”

“Um, I just had a thought,” Chrissie said tentatively, “Just, uh, hypothetically, if I could somehow gain another hundred pounds or so in the next few minutes, would you still pay me more for the photo shoot today?”

“Ha, well, I don't see how you could, unless you're planning on running back to the bakery and stuffing yourself for the next couple of hours,” Lisa said, “But of course, if you weighed nine hundred, I could see my way to paying you an extra $500. And sure, if you were somehow a thousand pounds right now, I imagine I could pay you an extra $1500 beyond what I was going to. Why?”

“That's all I needed to hear; just give me a minute in the dressing room,” Chrissie said as she hopped off the scale, “Actually, better make it ten minutes. You go ahead and set everything up, and while you're at it, pick out some really large outfits for me to try on, I think I might be able to fill them out after all.”

Hurrying back to the dressing room, Chrissie locked the door behind her and went to her bag. Reaching inside she pulled out the well-wrapped eclair that Mara had forced her to take along. Chrissie carefully unwrapped it, and discovered why it had felt so strangely heavy when Mara had handed it to her. She had filled it with more of her special cream filling. A lot more. Mara had pumped so much of it into the eclair that it was the size of a football, with cream leaking out at the edges as if it was liable to explode with her first bite.

So, that's what took Mara so long getting it wrapped up, Chrissie thought, just eating the regular one made Mara blow up like a balloon, I wonder how much more potent this one is. I'm still so full from earlier, I'm almost afraid to eat this thing; I mean, the other one made her boobs so fat they could pop, I'd hate to think of what this one could do to me. Then again, I really could use that extra money. Fifteen hundred bucks could make a big difference with car shopping, or I could finally get all caught up on my bills for a change. Maybe I could just eat some of it and see if that gets me as big as Lisa wants? No, I think once this starts happening, I'm not going to be able to eat another bite; if I'm going to do this, I'd better go all the way.

Chrissie slipped out of her robe; she knew she was going to be getting a lot bigger in the next few minutes, and she had had enough of constrictive clothing for one day. As she picked up the eclair, Chrissie heard Lisa elsewhere in the store setting up her cameras. She took a deep breath, like someone readying herself to dive off a windswept cliff, and then with one swift motion, Chrissie opened her mouth as wide as she could, and stuffed the eclair in with both hands. The second it touched her tongue it split open, thick, deliciously rich cream dripping from her lips, even as she tried to swallow it all in one gulp. Chrissie tried to lick her fingers, wanting to be absolutely sure that every last drop went to her waistline. A second later, however, it began to effect her, and for the next few minutes, there was no room in her thoughts for anything except for what was happening to her body.

It began with a sensation of fullness deep inside her huge belly. Even before she took her first bite of the eclair, Chrissie had felt more stuffed than she ever had before in her life, with the possible exception of the day she had first entered Mara's employment. As she swallowed down the last bite of this though, Chrissie realized that until this moment, she hadn't even known what full was. Added to the weight of so much inside her belly, she felt like she had just swallowed a bowling ball made entirely from the thickest, sweetest cream imaginable, and what was more, she could feel it expanding. Even before she could properly realize what was happening to her, Chrissie's belly had began to grow, inflating as if this latest ill-advised morsel were somehow blowing up inside of her. Already she had been having trouble just standing up, and as her belly swelled out to even more breathtaking immensity, growing heavier with every breath she took, Chrissie leaned against the dressing room wall, desperate to take some of the increasing load off of her trembling legs. Gazing at herself in the mirror, Chrissie watched helplessly as her belly became more and more sumptuously enlarged. It was already vastly more enormous than that of any pregnant woman's, no matter how many children she might have carried and no matter how many months past due she might have been. And of all the fattest women in the world, there were none, regardless of how quickly they had attained their tremendous weight, who had a belly as perfectly round and smooth as Chrissie's was now. As it continued to expand, it stopped quivering with softness, and began instead to tremble from the pressure building inside of her. Chrissie felt the soft skin of her massive tummy drawing increasingly taut, as if it had yielded as much as it could to her swiftly accumulating weight, and now was rapidly approaching the point where it could give no more. As this sensation grew more and more uncomfortable,

Oh, maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all; it's really starting to feel tight down there. What's that sound? This is bad, I can hear my belly creaking like a balloon. Okay, don't freak out, maybe his won't last much longer. Wait, no, after Mara ate one of these she didn't stop getting bigger for like, ten minutes, and by the time she was done she looked like she was about an inch away from being to big for her own skin. And here I just ate one of those things that she'd filled up to be even more fattening. This was a bad idea; my belly was already way too huge, why did I go and deliberately try to make myself even bigger? Oh right, I need the money. I just with I knew how much fatter this is going to make me before its done, or more importantly, how much fatter can I stand to get?

Chrissie felt something else beginning to happen to her. It felt like she was being pumped full of some sort of liquid, and that as her belly reached its limit, it was beginning to flow to other parts of her body that remained more pliable, and still able to accept the massive dose she had brought upon herself.

First Chrissie felt it flowing downwards. Her hips, already bounteously wide, started to fill with more fat. As Chrissie watched the mirror, mesmerized by the sight of her own expanding body, they bloomed wider and wider, her sensuous shape developing into a decadent caricature of an hourglass figure. Unable to believe that the stupendously overdeveloped image in the mirror was her own, Chrissie tentatively wiggled her prodigious hips. Even without the sight of her reflection wiggling in response, Chrissie knew that it was her; the way she felt the indescribable lushness of her body rippling when she moved, so many hundreds of pounds of quivering flesh that wobbled even as their tally grew. It was her. It was all her; every single ounce of fat, every last inch of jiggling flesh. Chrissie knew that it was all permanently, irrevocably part of her body, and she loved every bit of it. As her hips broadened to ever more luscious dimensions, Chrissie discovered that not quite all of the power unleashed within her body was being poured into their fertile breadth. Some of it was penetrating more deeply into her body, into the very core of her femininity. It wasn't much, at least not compared to the gallons of fat being pumped into her swelling thighs, but even so, it almost brought Chrissie to her knees.

She felt it trickling into her inmost parts, each drop as palpably affecting her. Chrissie felt the most delicate parts of her body growing more sensitive as they swelled, for even one hundredth of what was being poured into the rest of her body was nigh-unbearable when it was being pumped into the fountain of her bliss. Chrissie struggled to keep from crying out, though her body was being remade into a receptacle of incomparable pleasure and she desperately wished she were at home right now, alone in her room, and free to wallow in the rapture that filled her body more and more with each passing moment. The power inside of her was spreading; the amount of fat that was filling her femininity was only the smallest fraction of what was coursing into her billowing thighs, but Chrissie felt its effects infinitely more intensely. She could feel, she could almost hear her pleasure-slickened depths growing tighter as she filled, the inmost walls of her womanhood bulging inward against themselves from the growing fullness of her body. Chrissie wished she had waited until she got home to do this now; being here in the store instead of at home in bed, where she could give in to the excitement pulsating through her body, where she could reach the little box of toys she kept in her nightstand and push her pleasure to its very limits, until her screams of ecstasy echoing off the pitted brick walls of her apartment. Just trying to contain such sheer bliss here in the dressing room was excruciating, and Chrissie struggled to avoid giving voice to her delight, fiercely wishing that Lisa would leave the store, even for a moment so that Chrissie might at last find release.

So distracted by the tempest roiling inside of her, that it was only now that Chrissie noticed that her hips, though still slowly creaking outwards, had almost stopped expanding, while her ass, judging from how immense it suddenly seemed to have become, had been growing at a fervid pace for some time now. Turning on quaking legs to get a better view, Chrissie gasped as she saw how it was expanding behind her. Already it had nearly doubled in size from when she came in, and from the easy way that it drank up the gallons of fat being forced into it, she knew that she could easily become staggeringly enormous before Chrissie even began to reach her limits. For all the weight that she was carrying in it, Chrissie's ass remained so well-shaped, so enticingly round that it seemed to defy gravity itself. At the same time, Chrissie saw that even the slightest movement of her body made it jiggle seductively, sending a thousand little waves of delight coursing through the voluminous expanse of flesh behind her. Turning back towards the mirror, Chrissie was startled to see that her ass had become so magnificently overstuffed that it projected out even wider than her fulsome hips, quivering delicately as it billowed with fat. Chrissie tried to wrap her mind around just how titanic she was becoming; in the mirror her plump arms, her hands, looked so tiny against the immensity of the rest of her body. She reached for her hips, trying to get a feel for exactly far out her curves went now, and was amazed to discover that she couldn't even reach the widest point of her hips, to say nothing of her overstuffed ass, which was now so huge that most of its dimpled, quaking flesh was beyond her reach. As gigantic as it was, it still didn't look to Chrissie as if it were even remotely near its capacity; her smooth skin still yielded easily at her touch, and though her behind felt indescribably full, it didn't feel like it was too full. All the same though, Chrissie noticed it's expansion slowing down. Had the megadose of calories and fat that she had introduced into her body finally been used up, she wondered. Was this as big as she was going to get right now? Or was her body simply saving it up, making sure that it didn't spend all its efforts just making her as pear-shaped as Mara, when it hadn't even begun to-

“Ahhh!” Chrissie moaned, caught by surprise by the sudden warmth that surged into her chest, My boobs! I knew it!

As fertile and round as Chrissie's belly had become, as spectacularly fat as her ass was now, her breasts remained her most obvious feature. Even after all the weight that she had gained elsewhere since she came to Lisa's, her breasts, so bloated with fat that Chrissie's nipples were most likely beyond her reach, were anything but small compared to the rest of her body. And now, as if they were making up for lost time, they began to fatten again. Her entire body trembled as fat gushed into her sumptuous bosom; Chrissie strained to keep her balance as they gained another fifty pounds in seconds. Chrissie stumbled back a step, her overindulgent ass bulging out even more as her weight pressed it against the wall as she struggled to remain standing, afraid that she had now become so colossally full-figured that she wouldn't be able to stand up again if she let herself fall. Unlike Mara, whose breasts had been fattened to the point where they looked as if she were one pinprick away from exploding, Chrissie's enlarging breasts, though already vastly larger than her boss's, remained smooth and perfect. Even so, they were being inflated with fat at such a rate that Chrissie could hear her breasts stretching to hold it all, her skin tingling in a way that she found to be extremely stimulating, though as it grew more and more intense, becoming increasingly uncomfortable until it very nearly hurt her.

She felt her breasts getting heavier, much heavier. Chrissie could feel them gaining weight, their soft, overburdened flesh weighing ever more insistently against the shelf of her distended belly. Chrissie felt as if there couldn't possibly be enough room in front of her to accommodate such massive orbs; the way they rubbed together and slid softly against her belly made her wonder exactly how much more of this she could take.

Oh my gosh, I must be even heavier than Mara by now! Chrissie thought as she watched the curves of her body billowing to ever more luscious dimensions, I mean, she gained a lot more in her hips than I have, and I'm getting way bigger up top, but there's no way I still weigh less than she does. But that means- didn't she say she weighed in at more than a thousand this afternoon? Can I already be that enormous? I guess I will be getting that bonus from Lisa after all. That's great and all, but this doesn't seem to be slowing down any; I wanted to get big, but there's gotta be a limit. How much of that stuff did Mara pump into that eclair anyway? I feel like a balloon that someone hooked up to the helium tank and then just walked away from. Just look at my boobs; how am I supposed to work, or do anything for myself if I have to lug these monsters around? Oh, they're still not stopping; I wonder if Lisa will pay me even more if I get to eleven hundred?

Chrissie's breasts, as if eager to make her fears a reality, endured another uncontrollable surge of growth. Her concerns about being like a balloon seemed increasingly well-founded, as several more gallons of quivering fat gushed into her already overladen bust, her back beginning to ache from supporting so much weight. As she expanded, Chrissie's areolae stretched along with the rest of her breasts, their rosy pink growing more pale as they were pulled distressingly taut. Despite their growing tightness, they also began to bulge out from her breasts as well, as if their more yielding flesh was less able to resist how much she was being filled with, and their pale circles grew puffier as Chrissie's growth continued unabated. Chrissie's felt something like a rubber band snapping, heard a loud pop, and the next instant she saw her nipples both more than double in size; her perky peaks distending to the size of ripe plums, deep red and throbbing unbearably. Chrissie moaned quietly to herself. She was just getting too big, too full, too fast, and she knew couldn't take much more of this.

Oh! Is this ever going to stop? Chrissie worried, My nipples, they're as big as shot glasses now! Even if I make it through this and can ever find a bra that fits me, I'm going to be careful I don't poke someone's eye out with these. Plus-sized model? I'm shaped more like a fat porn star now. What's going to happen to me? If this doesn't stop soon, I'm not even going to be able to stand. Lisa's going to wonder what happened to me; what happens when she comes back and finds me lying in here, in some kind of boob-inflicted coma, so gigantic that they need a forklift to get me out of here. Oh, my poor tits feel like they're going to burst; this has to stop. Ahh, it would be so much easier to figure out a way out of this if I weren't so damn horny right now!

In frustration, Chrissie tried to pound her fist against the wall, but her breasts had become so sumptuously swollen with fat that she ended up striking a glancing blow on her right breast instead, setting it quivering like a pudding in an earthquake. Defeated, she hung her head, her field of vision filled by an expanse of cleavage so unbelievable that even now, she couldn't quite believe it was all hers, all part of her spectacularly voluptuous body. And, to her great surprise, it didn't seem to be getting any bigger.

Chrissie tried to focus, watching her reflection for any sign that she was still gaining weight. It was tough to do just by looking; almost every part of her body jiggled so much that she couldn't be positive that she wasn't still expanding at all. She didn't feel like she was getting any heavier though, and the intoxicating sensation that had suffused her body seemed to be gradually fading. Feeling a little stronger, Chrissie pushed away from the wall. She could still stand; at least that was something, though her breasts were so colossal that if she did lose her balance, she wouldn't be able to reach past them to get up again. Supported by her exquisitely distended belly, Chrissie's breasts stuck out a good three feet in front of her, and each one was a several inches wider than that. Her every tentative step made her entire sumptuous physique quiver excitingly, and by the time she reached the dressing room door, Chrissie was nearly exhausted, her titanic bosom heaving as she tried to catch her breath. With considerable effort, she tried to stuff herself into the robe that Lisa had given her. It didn't even remotely contain her anymore, but Chrissie was just barely able to tie it in front just above the fertile curve of her belly and beneath her forswollen bosom, though her breasts very nearly spilled out of it with every breath she took, and her between the way her belly forced it open in front and the way her enchantingly overfilled made it ride up in the back, she might as well have been naked for all this it did to protect her modesty. Cautiously, she opened the door.

“Lisa, have you got everything all set up?” Chrissie called out with a hint of mischief in her voice, “I think I'm ready for my close-up now!”

“Just give me one second here,” Lisa called back, her heavy footsteps approaching quickly, “Have you had time to- Oh, my...”

“Well, what do you think?” Chrissie asked with a coquettish smile, “You did say you wished I would gain a few pounds, didn't you?”

“Well, I did, I mean- I figured when you said you needed a few minutes- I thought that Mara had done- I just had no idea anyone could get so, so wow!” Lisa stammered as she stared at Chrissie's indulgently fulsome figure.

“So?” Chrissie asked, wondering if Lisa was going to say anything else or just stand there gawking, “I'm not too big, am I?”

“Oh, no, oh no no no no no,” Lisa assured her, “This is just, well, this is even better than anything I had imagined. I'm glad I've been working on some really big new designs lately, none of the things I was planning on having you model would fit you now, Chrissie.”

“And um, about that bonus?” Chrissie hinted.

“Yes, oh yes, that,” Lisa said, trying to keep from staring too obviously as Chrissie stood before her, her body jiggling hypnotically, “I'm sure you're at least a thousand now; I have a good eye for this sort of thing, but let's get you over to the scale anyways just to see what I'm working with here.”

As she walked across the store, Chrissie realized that what she had just endured was vastly beyond the scale of anything she had done to herself before. Every step took so much effort, and she silently hoped that a good night sleep would be all it took to get her strength back, and that she wasn't just so huge now that simply getting around was going to be a challenge. She stepped up on the scale, her breasts now so gargantuan that they pressed up against the dial, the smooth glass hard and cold against her nipples. With a loud “Ka-chunk” the dial spun around, finally coming to rest.

“Oh my-” Lisa said quietly as she read the scale, “Chrissie, um, concerning that bonus I was going to pay you?”

“Yeah?” Chrissie replied, just as dumbstruck by the number displayed in front of her.

“I think, well, I think $1,500 isn't going to be quite enough in this case,” Lisa said, “If you don't mind, I think I'll go ahead and make it an even $2,000, since you've, well, since you've obviously gone way, way beyond my expectations.”

“I'd be good with that,” Chrissie said numbly, mouthing the numbers to herself as the reality of it all set in, “What, uh, what exactly do you need me to do?”

“Well, I'm sure you'll pretty tired from the day you've had and everything, and honestly, even I don't have that many things in stock in your size right now, but if you don't mind just trying on a couple of outfits for me while you're here tonight, I'll be able to get started with the advertising, and I'll pay you everything tonight. Maybe I can set you up with a few things just so you'll be able to go out in public until I can get my new designs all finished, and then later this week, after I've had time to get everything stitched up and you've had a chance to rest, you can come back in and we can do a proper photo shoot,” Lisa suggested, pausing for a moment to think before adding, “And tonight, why don't I drive you home after we're done here? You've had an awfully big day.”

~

Two weeks later, Chrissie stood there on the sidewalk, waiting for the light to change. It was an uncommonly pleasant and sunny morning, and though she had finally been able to buy herself a new car, well, a van actually, the weather was just too nice to miss. Luckily for her, and just as Mara had predicted, a good night's sleep had been wonderfully restoring for Chrissie, and while there was now simply too much of her for jogging to be an option, walking to work remained as enjoyable as ever, especially all the stares she'd been getting, dressed in a new work uniform with a skirt that revealed far more than it covered, and a blouse that, while actually quite comfortable, looked as if it was moments away from being split asunder by the sumptuously lush burden it contained. Even from a couple blocks away, Chrissie could hear the workmen renovating the Muffin Top. Business had been so good lately that Mara had finally bought the space next door to expand into, and all the doors were being cut a bit more generously to allow the bakery's increasingly voluptuous staff to work in comfort.

A bus pulled up at the light next to Chrissie, and as she noticed the ad painted on its side, she smiled to herself. It was a picture of her, looking more glamorous than she had thought she was able to, and wearing a cocktail dress that showed her figure off to great advantage. Next to it, proud letters proclaimed, “This Young Woman Weighs 1,068 pounds; Wouldn't You Like to Look So Good?” And then beneath it, “Come to Lisa's Fashions for the Exceptionally Full-Figured Woman” along with a website and phone number.

I'll give Lisa this much, she definitely know how to appeal to her audience, Chrissie thought as the bus pulled away, She really ought to get a digital counter put on that thing though; I'm sure I'm up to 1,080 by now. Oh, there's the light; I wonder if Mara's had any luck with that Help Wanted sign she put in the window last week, neither of us can reach anything on the lower shelves anymore. Whoever she gets, I hope its a girl who isn't worried about her figure.