Warning, this story contains graphic descriptions of unrealistically voluptuous ladies doing shockingly naughty things together, so if that’s not what you’re here looking for, just move on along and enjoy some of the internet’s more wholesome blandishments.  As for all you others, I hope you’ll enjoy another course from the Muffin Stop

 

Closing Time, Part 2

by: Kodos

 

            Without another word to either of us, Chrissie took my wife firmly by the hand and led her to the back of the bakery.  They made a tantalizing pair- our waitress with the stripes of her outfit distorted across hips nearly as wide as she was tall, her massive breasts so swollen that even from behind they were breathtaking to behold.  I tried to imagine my Kelli, plump and curvy and eagerly following along, with her bosom expanded to such staggering proportions, I thought about standing behind her in the kitchen, in the shower, reaching around her soft body and squeezing a set of boobs so boundlessly lush that she could barely stand up straight, pinching and fondling until Kelli and I were both mad with desire.  I noticed that all the weight Kelli was gaining hadn't merely given her a nice round bottom, somehow, she had attained some rare balance of fullness and jiggliness that made her entire ass jiggle up and down a good couple of inches every time she moved, not only keeping in rhythm with her steps, but even as she gave a little shudder of anticipation as our hostess eased her around the door in the counter.  I wondered just how fat-bottomed my wife was going to be by the end of the night, and hoped that this entrancing balance between weight and suppleness might come to be a permanent feature of her new figure.  I imagined myself behind her in the shower again, forcing her against the wall, pressing myself hard and ready between her wet, lusciously over-fattened cheeks, her jigglesome rear bobbing and bouncing as she struggled winsomely against me, secretly delighted at how irresistible her fulsome form was to me as she tugged me nearer and nearer to climax.

 

            I awoke from my reverie.  I was alone in the bakery, half grateful and Kelli and Chrissie weren't around to see how unabashedly aroused my thoughts had left me and half wishing Kelli might happen to come back out and find me so obviously ready to satisfy any needs she might have and even, though I swore I would always be faithful to her, what I would do if Chrissie, impossibly busty and with her preternaturally brimming belly, came out instead to see what I'd be willing to do to earn her help in transforming my girlfriend into the woman of my dreams.

 

            A light shone from the deepest reaches of the bakery, and the sounds of the two of them talking excitedly, though I was too far too make out the words.  I thought for a moment about just staying here, waiting until the two of them had completed whatever it was that Chrissie had in mind and Kelli seemed so delightfully willing to assent to.  After all, it wouldn't be bad at all to just hang out here for another half an hour or so, until they were done with whatever obscenely fattening endeavors they were up to and Chrissie delivered my Kelli back to me.  Would she be a hundred pounds heavier, I wondered, her breasts swollen larger than her head and threatening to burst the last buttons off her blouse, her skirt long-since split by hips broad enough to rub on both sides of a doorway, and her belly as full and proud as a fat woman groaningly pregnant with triplets?

 

            Then again, Chrissie had seemed supremely confident that she could far surpass even those impressive results with a suitably cooperative patient; for all I knew she was already subjecting Kelli to some process that would enlarge her figure to full twice her more-than-ample size.  I tried to imagine Kelli waddling out from the back room fattened up to five hundred pounds or more, her tattered top hanging in shreds around a pair of breasts plumped-up like over-ripened watermelons, slapping against her lusciously self-indulgent belly as she struggled to walk, her back rebelling against their weight before we even made it back to the van, her gait all the more unsteady now that she had hips three feet across, rolling and swaying with every unbalanced step she took.  I wondered if her panties would stretch far enough to contain such a sumptuous figure, if I'd be able to see their overstretched band digging deep into the rolls along either side of her belly, whether its tightness would chafe and roughly lade more distress upon Kelli after such an overwhelming transformation, or if it would instead rub arousingly against all her most sensitive and desperately swollen places, so that by the time we got out to the van she'd be begging me take her and give her what she craved.

 

            They were still talking back there, but I still couldn't quite make out the words.  It didn't sound like anything was happening yet; no moans of desire or cries for mercy broke the quiet of the bakery.  Then again, for all I knew, Chrissie might have mesmerized Kelli before she got to work, and even now my wife was sitting there with bovine placidity as she was filled until she became every bit as full and sensual as Chrissie.  Was that really possible, I mused, my mind racing down a dozen different paths in the shadows of the Muffin Top, for Kelli to gain that much all at once?  I imagined myself waiting for an hour, or maybe two, trying to work myself up to go and see what was happening and then losing my nerve, afraid that interrupting Chrissie and my beloved might have some consequences dire and beyond my comprehension.  

 

            Two hours, would that be enough?  I dreamed I finally heard movement near the back of the bakery, labored breathing, awkward, ponderous footsteps, the muffled cursing of a woman still unaccustomed to being so deliciously heavy, her figure so voluminous, as Chrissie guided her back to me.  Was it even possible, that Kelli might be returned to me fattened up every last ounce as massive as Chrissie?  I envisioned her, barely able to even stand, naked and trembling, her breasts engorged with fat until they'd ballooned to the size of bean bag chairs, Chrissie smiling with satisfaction as she returned my wife to me seven hundred pounds heavier than she had been when we walked in, gorgeous, willing, and aching for-

 

            A sound from the back room brought me back to reality- a shriek and then a giggle.  Whatever was happening back there, I couldn't will myself to wait out here alone.  I had to get closer; at least enough to hear what was going on.  I heard both of them tittering like drunken sorority girls as I padded silently towards the counter, hoping that neither expected I would ever try sneaking in for a peek at their time together, though Kelli knew me well enough to know I couldn't stay away from something like this.  A little closer, a little closer, and then I was finally near enough to make out what they were saying.

 

            “So you're serious then?” I heard Chrissie ask skeptically, “You really want to grow as massive as I am, right here, right now, no breaks, just gaining and gaining until you're so fat that even my panties would strain to hold you in?”

 

            “Why is that so hard to believe?  Besides, I thought making girls like me into goddesses of gluttony was what you do here,” Kelli insisted, “I mean, you've told me everything, right?  It is safe, isn't it?”

 

            “Well, I've never had any complaints after the process, well aside from what you'd expect- stretch-marks, sore nipples, difficulty walking, persistently-increased libido, that sort of thing, ” Chrissie hedged, somewhat evasively, “And I know Mara didn't get that enormous ass of hers by just lingering a little too long at the dessert bar, she just worries whenever I bring up using it this way; not on just every girl who walks through the door, you know?  I know that kind of abuse could start cutting into our bottom line sooner or later.  You're a special case though; last night in town, desperate to make some big changes before you go, lucky guy waiting back at your table right now with no clue just how spectacularly buxom you're going to be by the time he lays eyes on you again.”

 

            “Mmm, you're right,” I heard Kelli giggle as I tried to work my way near enough to see what was going on, “By the time you're done with me he's not going to know what hit him.  And you're sure that if you don't use this all on me it'll just go to waste?”

 

            “Oh yeah; it's perfectly good now,” Chrissie assured her, “maybe even better actually; it's been in the tank all week kind of fermenting, getting sweeter, more potent, but anything leftover Monday morning I'm just going to have to pour right down the drain before I can mix up a new batch.  If we empty it all into you instead, you're saving me like, at least an hour of work getting this place ready for business next week.”

 

            “What are you waiting for then?” Kelli asked, “Come on and give it to me before my husband out there gets curious and wonders what the two of us are up to back here.”

 

            “You know, once you've spent a few minutes sucking this down, there's no going back,” Chrissie warned, “This isn't like just overindulging a bit over the holidays.  We do this, and you'll barely have time to say 'no' before you're carrying a pair of boobs bigger than cannonballs and nearly as heavy, a belly that'll have complete strangers asking you when your baby's due and an ass so huge you'd swear it has its own gravitational field before I can shut things down.  Mara's already going to flip when she gets back and finds out I've been taking liberties with new customers and her special cream filling, but if she finds out I didn't do my best to warn you exactly what you're getting into, well, I'll be lucky if she doesn't fatten me up until I'm too enormous to do more than lay here and hope she's in a charitable mood after her little vacation.”

 

            “I don't know what else I can say,” Kelli insisted as I inched closer to the bright and open door to the back room, Kelli and Chrissie's shadows darkly dancing on the far wall, “Before I came here I'd never been nearly this size.  I can only imagine how incredible it must feel to be as seductively well-endowed as you are, and I haven't even begun to think about what kind of possibilities a figure like yours open up in the bedroom.”

 

            “Well, if you're trying to butter me up, you're doing a fantastic job of it,” Chrissie teased, “Here, so you can get a bit of a feel for just how much weight we're talking about here, how about you go ahead and untie my apron first?  And please do take your time back there, take a close look at the several yards of fabric stretched across my ass and ask yourself if that's the kind of seat you'd like to spend the rest of your life sitting on and dragging around behind you.”

 

            “Okay, if that's what I have to do to earn myself a figure like yours, I'm game,” Kelli giggled as I rounded the counter and tried to work my way back up by the register so that I'd be able to see without being too close to the door, “Just don't let word get around that all it takes is the promise of a stupendous pair of tits to make me go all soft in another woman's hands.”

 

            “There we go, much better,” Chrissie sighed a few seconds later, “Okay, and I don't want to come across as too forward, by why don't you come around front and unzip me just a bit, just so you can have a better idea of the dimensions you're looking at before I go ahead and pull the trigger.”

 

            “Yes, Ma'am,” Kelli answered willingly as I slid into place behind a half-full case of pastries and waited for my eyes to focus in the bright light of the doorway as two vague figures moved barely too distant for me to get a good look, “Mmm, it's so tight; how do you get into this dress, Chrissie?”

 

            “Well, you start by buying me a few drinks,” Chrissie laughed, “Seriously though, don't be afraid to pull good and hard; when you're as big as I am, your clothes are going to fight you every step of the way.  I'd try to suck it in and give you a little extra slack to play with, but by the time I passed five hundred pounds, I'd learned that there's just no way to do that once you're really voluptuous; your body and all its ample charms just kind of expand to fill whatever outfit you can stuff yourself into.  Believe me, if I don't scare you off this notion in the next couple of minutes, you're going to be spending a lot of your free time wearing the largest pair of panties you can find and not much else, though sometimes I do like a nice, roomy sleeveless t-shirt around the house just to keep my girls from knocking everything out of my way before I can reach anything, not to mention that it cuts down on the bruising when you're waddling around corners.  Then again, you're got yourself a very devoted husband, so maybe you can just lounge around showing off every luscious inch of what I'm going to give you and he'll be more than willing to bring you drinks and Chinese takeout, just as long as you let him do more than simply enjoy the view.  Come on then, put some strength into it; if you can't even get my zipper unstuck, there's no way you're ready to spend the rest of your life at even half my cup size!”

 

            “Oof, sorry,” Kelli grunted, “Well, if you want me to force it, then I hope you won't mind this!”

 

            The next instant I saw both of them tumble right into view; Chrissie off-balance and nearly toppling over backwards, Kelli with one hand at the reluctant zipper and her other clutching at a huge fistful of Chrissie's left breast.  There was a loud rip; Kelli fell back onto her recently-plumped-up bottom, a long strip of fabric in her hand, and Chrissie's dress burst spectacularly open in the front, revealing a set of breasts so titanic that I gasped in awe at the sight of them, thrusting out pneumatically from her chest, so round and perfect that I wondered if she even needed the lacy silver bra clinging to the lower third of their immensity.  The sight below them was scarcely less spellbinding; Chrissie's belly, though partly hidden beneath her tremendous bosom, had to be every inch as large, full and proud and reaching very nearly to her knees, quaking, like the rest of her, as she struggled to regain her balance.  Unlike her boobs, it was completely bare, and I found myself wondering whether Chrissie did indeed have a pair of panties buried somewhere under the stupendous rondure of her belly, or if she was the kind to come to work and a day of trotting around in heels and a tight dress while allowing herself the secret pleasure of going commando.

 

            “Ohmygosh- I'm so sorry,” Kelli gasped, clambering to her feet as fast as she could, and holding out the ragged strip of Chrissie's dress out with useless helpfulness, “You said to pull harder and so I did and then- I'll pay for it, I promise- you just send me the bill and I'll take care of it!”

 

            “Well, I did tell you to pull harder,” Chrissie laughed, her huge bosom quivering and her belly wobbling lushly as she beamed at Kelli, “Don't worry about the dress; it's been too tight on me for the last month; Mara and I actually had a bet going on whether I was more likely to burst out of it bending over the display case or overindulging on yesterday's special on my lunch break.  She'll be tickled pink when I tell her how it actually met its demise.  So then, now that you've got me all not safe for work, do you still like what you see?”

 

            I slipped in closer as Chrissie ponderously turned in place, giving Kelli, and me a better view of just what her outfit had been laboring to contain.  Her breasts seemed even more gigantic somehow, as if the dress had been squeezing them together in front and now they were free to bulge out several inches wider on both sides.  Her ruined dress flapped around her wide-spreading hips, licking at the tops of her vast, creamy thighs, each one so gargantuan that I was sure I couldn't have reached around one of them with both arms. 

 

            “Oh my- I'm sorry, I don't mean to stare-” Kelli stammered, “I just- I've never seen a woman like you before, Chrissie- It's- it's a little overwhelming.”

 

            “Well, I am quite a bit to take in all at once,” Chrissie smiled benignly, “And I suppose it goes without saying that I've really got a lot more to carry around than it looks like when I've got them all swaddled up in my top- are you sure you're ready to let yourself go this far?”

 

            “Oh, I only want it more now,” Kelli breathed, my own heart racing in anticipation of what I hoped was drawing near, and “I can't even imagine what it must be like to be so- so sumptuously ravishing.  Before we start, could I- you know, just so I know what I'm getting myself into- could I touch you?”

 

            “Mmm, I thought you'd never ask,” Chrissie agreed readily, glancing out towards the rest of the bakery and winking in a way that left me wondering just how well-hidden I really was out here, “Here, go ahead and handle the goods a bit before you make any big decisions.”

 

            Chrissie stepped forwards, her vast bosom nearly knocking Kelli off her feet, her high heels and the sheer immensity of her making her imposing even to my far from diminutive wife.  Awed, my wife reached out and cupped her palms to the undersides of Chrissie's lusciously swollen globes, trying to gauge their weight but succeeding only in making them jiggle bewitchingly.  She drew in closer, tentatively touching Chrissie's enormous, naked belly, its smooth skin yielding easily against her questing fingertips, as Kelli's fingers explored farther, lower, towards Chrissie's fertile hips, until with one surprisingly swift movement, Chrissie reached out, hugged Kelli in close, enveloping her in her massive bosom, as she gave her a urgent, lingering kiss on the lips.

 

            I felt myself getting dizzy.  I've always been kind of old-fashioned about being faithful, but I have to admit that the idea of my wife and this opulently overfilled waitress going at it while I watched from the shadows was really turning me on.  I half-expected Chrissie to tear Kelli's clothes off in turn, insist that she kneel, and only then give her her just deserts.  What came next was only slightly less captivating.

 

            “Sorry, I don't mean to go taking liberties with a girl I barely know,” Chrissie half-apologized, “But if you're going to feel me up like that, you're getting off light if a kiss is all I expect in return.  So, now that you've had some up close and personal experience with the twins here, are you ready to let me have free run with your figure until it's every bit as sumptuously plump and inviting as mine?”

 

            “Yes,” Kelli sighed, looking for all the world like she would have done literally anything Chrissie had asked her to by now, “Just tell me what I have to do.”

 

            “Barely anything at all,” Chrissie said, sashaying over to the wall and lifting a contraption off the hook that supported it there.  It looked kind of like an air gun for inflating things, only much sturdier, connected to the wall by a heavy hose, with what looked like a trigger or release pull in Chrissie's hand, and then a metal tube about a foot long and half an inch thick with just a slight bend in it, “The only thing you have to do is swallow once I put this in your mouth and start things flowing, and try to keep up until I've finished pumping every last ounce of cream in the tank into a vastly fuller, staggeringly voluptuous, and tantalizing new you.”

 

            Kelli stood there docile and submissive as Chrissie moved closer, the cream injector held ready in her plump hand.  My wife opened her mouth submissively as the impossibly buxom waitress firmly pushed the last couple inches of the machine past her lips, closing them around its gleaming chrome surface as Chrissie gave her an approving nod. 

 

            And then she pulled the trigger.

 

            Kelli emitted sort of a startled gurgle as the hose kicked and the contents of the cream tank surged down her throat.  For a moment she looked like she might faint or choke as she struggled to swallow the torrent that Chrissie was calmly directing into her, but soon she found her rhythm, her eyes closed in concentration as she willed herself to handle the torrent pouring into her.  A second later her hands clutched at her middle, and even from a distance, the reason was obvious.

 

            Kelli was getting fatter.  A gap had already formed between the lower edge of her blouse and the waistband of her skirt, growing wider by the second as the smooth, pale expanse of her belly increased.  Eyes still closed in concentration and bliss, Kelli grabbed at it eagerly, her fingers sinking deep into its yielding and blossoming bulk.  She already looked at least six months pregnant, and was expanding at a breathtaking rate.  The edge of her blouse slipped higher and higher as she gained more, and soon I realized that not only was her skirt digging in tight around her burgeoning middle, but below its waistband her belly was straining against its fabric as well, enlarged already to the point where had she been sitting, her growing middle would have rested heavily upon her thighs.

 

            “Mmm, that's a good girl, keep drinking it in,” Chrissie murmured approvingly, reaching out with her free hand and giving Kelli's billowing belly an approving caress, “Just a little bit more and the real fun should start, instead of just making you look like you've been drinking from a fire hose.  Here, I'm going to increase the flow just a little bit more since you're handling this much so well and- there!”

 

            The hose bucked defiantly as Chrissie tightened her grip, Kelli shuddered at what was obviously more than a minor increase in what she was obliged to swallow, and a second later there was an echoing crack as one of Kelli's remaining buttons burst off and stuck the tile wall with a sound like gunfire.

 

            Liberated from the strictures of her blouse, Kelli's breasts nearly doubled in size, ballooning from improbably ample to larger than her head in the blink of an eye.  With her top ripped wide open in front, they fell against her fat belly with a heavy smack that left her trembling, though I could only guess as to whether it was from the impact of what had to be at least thirty pounds of jigglesome flesh against her body or because two of the more sensitive regions of her anatomy had just been forced to endure more growth in a few seconds than all but the bustiest of women endure throughout all their developing years.

 

            Kelli turned towards Chrissie, smiling around the hose held tightly in her mouth, and had to stifle a gasp of amazement as I realized just how much bigger she had already become.  It wasn't just her belly and boobs swelling up; her ass, looking as if it had been forced to accept at least another forty pounds of fat, bulged out behind her impressively, her skirt straining to contain its expanding girth, waistband cutting against her full belly in a way that looked positively torturous.  From the side her breasts looked even larger somehow, their pale curves pushing out inch by inch beyond her tattered blouse, her small nipples, illuminated in profile, erect and thrusting out towards Chrissie. 

 

            “Oh, but you're coming along delightfully,” Chrissie gushed, blithely giving one of my wife's plump peaks a pinch that sent a shudder rippling through her body, “As much as I enjoy fattening a girl up over a few weeks with the richest desserts we can imagine, there's just something intoxicating about watching a young woman like you just blossoming right before my eyes.  It just makes me feel so duck with power, knowing that I can decide to stop any time I want to and send you home to enjoy your new endowments, or I can watch carefully, making sure you keep right on swallowing and growing until you're as enormous as I am, gently filling you until you're glutted with every last ounce you can possibly hold, or, if I wanted to be a little rougher with you, I could just squeeze this trigger as far as it goes, watch you try to keep your feet while a gallon a second pours into your belly, and see just how long you were able to put up with that kind of abuse.”

 

            Chrissie must have seen the same alarm in Kelli eyes as I did, for she quickly backpedaled, “But I'd never do that to a nice girl like you; I just enjoy giving the rude girls, the entitled ones that kind of treatment, just drinking in the sight of some little redhead who said our portions weren't large enough standing right where you are while I make her tits blow up from pert little mosquito bites into sagging beanbag chairs in less than a minute, watching the sweat pour down her face as I transform her body, or that sassy little bitch in the yoga pants on Monday who said she just wanted something that would give her a nice, round booty and she didn't want to waste time hanging out with a bunch of fat girls.  By the time she got away from me, I'd pumped her so full of fat back there that her bloated ass actually slapped against her back as high as her bra as she ran out the door.  But again, I'd never do something like that to a nice, obedient girl like you.  But, back to the task at hand, a body like yours shouldn't be covered up; you ought to share it with the whole world!  Or at the very least with me.  Trust me, you deserve the pleasure of seeing this happen to yourself, your breasts getting larger and heavier as they hang lower and lower against your body, swelling wider as they grow, forcing you to hold your arms further and further apart when you trying to reach anything in front of you, like a five layer chocolate cake, or your husband in the shower.  I can't describe what a thrill it is to see your belly expanding like a balloon as you pile on the pounds, soft and quivering while I stuff it with every last ounce it can hold; mmm, your belly button is already getting so deliciously deep; by the time I'm done with you that man of yours will be able to fuck you right in the middle of your belly and the quivering and slapping alone will be more than enough to make you come.  Oh, but here you're missing out on the view while I'm just babbling on- you've probably gained another thirty pounds just since I brought it up- you just stay right here while I run and fetch the mirror.”

 

            Chrissie did something to the trigger.  There was a click, Kelli gave a shiver like the pressure had increased again, even if just a little bit, and Chrissie, her massive bosom swaying ponderously as she sauntered towards the door, my wife standing there behind her, steadily gaining more weight with every second that passed.  I retreated back into the shadows under the counter as Chrissie passed by; as hard as it was to keep myself from running in, sweeping Kelli up in my arms, at least as much of her as I could reach, and ravishing her right there on the bakery floor, I knew that as far as Chrissie was concerned, they were still just getting warmed up, and though it still staggered my imagination to imagine my Kelli as titanically proportioned as our hostess, every ounce she gained, every inch her measurements increased, every new curve and fold, mountain and valley that developed as her body fought to find room to contain such a deluge of fat, only made me lust after her more.

 

            Kelli stood there, waiting patiently, swallowing submissively, expanding seductively while Chrissie was off doing whatever she had in mind to render my wife's experience even more delightful.  Every second, every mouthful rendered her figure more spectacularly ravishing, her belly spilling further and further beyond the staining waistband of her tattered skirt as she let herself be filled with untold gallons of the most fattening cream Chrissie's artifice could conjure, her belly billowing larger and larger, soft, and smooth and gravid.  Kelli's breasts were now larger than ripe watermelons, quaking weakly as the countless calories, the sheer surfeit of fat flowing into her helpless body surged into her pale globes.  They hung full and heavy atop her growing belly, filling every last inch of space between her plump shoulders and her arms as thick and full of flesh, her rosy nipples jutting out beyond her chubby hands as she meekly kneaded at her inexorably-enlarging form.  Kelli's ass ballooned out behind her ever more impressively, growing as if it were determined to leave her with a figure as pear-shaped as possible, already so spectacularly fattened up that even Kelli's hesitant motions as she struggled to keep her balance caused it to quake and ripple in a way that made me long to see how it would react to the far more demanding treatment that awaited her at home. My wife's legs were accumulating fat just as eagerly as the rest of her, her thighs larger around now than her waist had been when Chrissie had first begun force-feeding her the cream, her once-slender knees developing deep dimples as they fattened up, her calves plumping up as if her body was desperately trying to store all the fat being pumped into her somewhere, anywhere, and even her ankles growing fat and thick until her shoelaces, creaking, began to snap under the strain.

 

            I wondered what was taking Chrissie so long; she couldn't have been gone for more than a few minutes, and yet that was still time enough for Kelli to have gained what looked like nearly another hundred pounds.  I tried to imagine what would happen if she didn't come back; if she'd gotten distracted by a phone call, or if perhaps her plan all along had been to hook my wife up to the Hose of Infinite Fattening and then just leave her there until I got curious enough to come looking.  How long had she been gone now, five minutes, ten?  Kelli was getting more lusciously overladen by the moment, and I felt myself pulled between what felt like my duty to go and make sure that my overfilled wife was okay despite being fattened to more than triple her size in the span of a few minutes, and my burning desire to stay here out of sight, watching Kelli become more and more the wife of my fantasies, lush and womanly and sumptuous to the point of utter indecency, as I told myself that if she looked like she were actually in any discomfort or danger, I could be at her side in an instant, ready to soothe and support her almost the very second she felt herself growing beyond her comfort zone.

 

            A moment later I heard a door swing shut and the sound of high-heeled footsteps so heavy that even the concrete floor seemed to shudder beneath them.

 

            “Here we go!” Chrissie chirped, bouncing back into the storeroom with a long mirror clutched tightly against her own extravagantly overdeveloped bosom, “Now I won't be the only one who gets to enjoy watching you get so curvy that by the time you finish the only way you'll be able to get back outside is through the loading door in the back- Oh, wow- was I really gone that long?”

 

            Chrissie's voice trailed off, the mirror, all but forgotten, sliding to the floor with a thunk, supported only by Chrissie's voluptuous form as she got a good look at my cream-gorged Kelli, who seemed helpless to do more than shoot her a long look of obedient desperation, before casting her eyes towards her reflection as the true scope of her weight gain hit her, her expression betraying some mix of sheer panic and pure, unbridled lust as she still sucked away at the hose held tightly between her increasingly full, plump lips.

 

            “Oh, but just look how you're coming along,” Chrissie purred, recovering her composure and gripping the mirror so that Kelli might have the best possible view of her surfeited curves, “I remember when I was your size and growing like a woman possessed, how incredible, how terrifyingly arousing it was to feel my little tits billowing into a pair of fat-glutted beach balls.  The weight- like a couple balloons full of lead- hanging from my body, - it was almost more than I could endure, and the strain, feeling my skin stretching- stretching to hold it all as a set of boobs I used to be able to cup with my hands just exploded into a pair of udders so tantalizingly swollen that I felt like they'd burst if I so much as pinched myself.  Mmm, sometimes, you know, I almost- almost- wish I wasn't quite so deliciously full-figured as I am, just so I could go back and savor the experience of going from having the kind of body that a girl can just walk down the street with and not get a second glance from anyone, to being so impossibly luscious and womanly that every head within half a mile turns in my direction as when I stroll down the sidewalk, so indecently wide that my hips get caught between the storefronts on one side and parking meters on the other, and everyone who doesn't want to experience my charms in a sudden and rather intimate way has to step out into the street when I pass unless they're ready to plunge straight into my rather overdeveloped bustline.”

 

            While Chrissie had been talking, Kelli looked as if she'd put on at least another fifty pounds, bringing her up to what now?  Three fifty?  Four hundred? I couldn't begin to guess; she had already grown so far beyond the size of any woman I'd ever known well enough to ask the weight of.  Chrissie's remark about boobs the size of beach balls was becoming titillatingly apt, as Kelli's breasts were steadily approaching precisely such lavish dimensions, though the punishing weight of what had to be at least ten gallons of tremblesome flesh in each breast forced them to assume more of an overfilled teardrop shape, their mass partly buoyed up by her bulging belly and leaving no room for doubt that their softness was borne of such a heavy lushness that any man would count himself lucky to have such a welcomingly ample pair pressed at his beck and call.

 

            “And just look at your belly, getting so full and heavy,” Chrissie enthused, reaching past her mirror to give Kelli an approving pat on her burgeoning middle, “I hope you don't mind having complete strangers come up to you and asking whether its twins or triplets you're expecting; it was a little off-putting for me at first, but now when someone comes up and give my belly a maternal sort of rub, it actually kind of warms me up, if you know what I mean.  I mean, at the rate you're going, I'm really kind of surprised your skirt hasn't already-”

 

            As if anticipating the next words out of Chrissie's mouth, Kelli's skirt, already stretched and distorted almost beyond recognition, gave a long, reluctant riiiiippppp as it finally split asunder, fluttering to the floor around my wife's alluringly plump ankles.  A moment later, a shudder ran through her nearly-naked form, with only the last shreds of her ruined blouse clinging to her heavy shoulders and a pair of torturously overstretched panties still somehow encircling the lush expanse of her hips, as if all the incalculable sweetness and who knows how many gallons of fattening cream were suddenly at liberty to fill her figure out to self-indulgent perfection.

 

            In a heartbeat her belly, no longer constrained by her vanquished waistband, spilled out another six inches in front of her , round and fertile and delicious in its excess as Kelli's eyes rolled back into her head and Chrissie looked on in admiring wonder.  Kelli's hips grew more opulent before my eyes, the lush rolls of fat along her sides far from generous enough to overcome the widespeading womanliness of her rear.  Her thighs ballooned at a feverish pace, now jiggling with an almost indecent fullness at the slightest provocation as her ass surged out behind her as if she was drinking from a fire hose full of gravy, her massive behind quivering with seductive immensity as it gained what must have been another fifty pounds in half as many seconds.

 

            Kelli looked delirious with ecstasy.  She looked like had been filled with every last ounce her body could possibly hope to contain.  She looked like she was determined to keep sucking away until either the hose ran dry or Chrissie pried it from her lips for her own safety.

 

            And the she fainted.

 

            Almost in slow motion, I watched from my dark corner as my wife half-slumped, half-toppled to the floor, her excessive embonpoint jiggling alarmingly as she went down, hitting the floor a moment later with her plump arms splayed out to either side, her huge belly rolling out over her sumptuous thighs, her over-enlarged breasts trembling faintly in time with her pulse, their vastness threatening to smother her if they became much bigger, and the hose still very firmly held between her lips.

 

            “Well now, that doesn't usually happen,” Chrissie mused, setting aside her mirror as she stepped over and looked down at my unconscious wife, whose body, I could clearly see, was still expanding as the cream pumped down her throat, “I wonder what it was that pushed you over the edge; the sight of your reflection gaining fifteen inches of waistline in a few seconds, or that splendid way that your skin stretches as your hips graduate from seat-overflowing to door-filling?  Either way, I'm afraid you've left me with quite a problem on my hands, my dear.  If I go and get your husband, who is already doubtless wondering just what kind of depraved bacchanalia we've gotten ourselves into, he's liable to lose his mind if I tell him that I just fattened his wife up so forcefully that she's gone and fainted clear away, and that's the kind of thing that could just ruin my evening, to say nothing of lawsuits and bad Yelp reviews; and while I suppose I could shut off the spigot and try to wake you up to see if you're still willing to take things a bit farther, that would take precious time out of my evening out on the town.”

 

            I thought again about rushing in, stepping between Chrissie and my wife's insensible form and- what? Would I demand that she turn off the flow of cream and stick around until Kelli woke up?  I wasn't at all sure that that was what Kelli would want, and as for what I preferred, well, as long as she was happy with her new shape, I couldn't imagine really getting upset until she was at least twice her present size, and even then a lot would depend on just where all that new weight ended up.  I told myself I was just respecting my wife's wishes; she'd been longing to get bigger, to gain every last inch and ounce her body could withstand, and who was I to come crashing in like a white knight and wreck her fun?  In my heart of hearts though, I knew that I was keeping quiet, waiting back in my dark nook beneath the cash register because I wanted her bigger.  I wanted her to be my wife with breasts so enormous that she had to heave them up onto the kitchen counter for support when she was cooking dinner, hips so broad that she'd need me to push her from behind to get through most of the doors in our new house, a belly so prodigiously glutted that she couldn't even wrap her arms around its sumptuousness, and just be able to bend her over the kitchen counter and make her scream.  The longer I waited- the longer I left my Kelli in the capable hands of Chrissie, the more seductively overfilled she would become, and the more I wanted her.

 

            “Then again, you seem to be swallowing just fine even if you're out cold,” Chrissie reflected, bending down on her lush haunches for a better look at my supine wife, then reaching out and giving one of her swelling breasts an experimental squeeze, “And just look what it's doing for your figure, too; you know, I think I'm just going to take my time and let you keep right on sucking this stuff down until you either wake up or the tank runs dry.  I'm covered either way; if you wake up delighted to have gained another few hundred pounds while you were sleeping then everyone goes home happy, and I don't have to spend the next half hour trying to shake you back to your senses, and honestly, between how generously-endowed the two of us are, the sound of all that soft, feminine flesh slapping together would probably have your hubby running to see what was going on before I'd had any luck at all waking you up; if you finally come to your senses once the tank runs dry and you freak out when you realize that since you last looked in a mirror your breasts have been fattened to ten times their already-tantalizing proportions, well, it isn't like I promised you this would be safe, and it won't be as if you told me to stop and I just kept stuffing you against your will or anything.  Besides, as well-known as our little bakery is among it's dedicated clientele, you'd probably have quite a time finding anyone out there who would actually believe you if you tried to file a police report, and on top of that, I get the feeling that even if you absolutely hated being as spectacularly voluptuous as me, that man of yours would start working on winning you over to the idea the moment he laid eyes on you, and if you knew half of what I do about how filling a girl's tenderest places with fat until they're fit to burst affects a her sex drive, you wouldn't argue with me if I told you he'd probably have convinced you to come back here for seconds in two weeks, tops.  So, I think I'm just going to wait right here, and enjoy the show as Mara's special recipe turns you into a fat, horny, insatiable wife for our friend out there waiting at y'all's table.  In fact, you're doing so well at this, unless you tell me not to, I think I might just turn up the pressure a bit to help speed things along.”

 

            Chrissie adjusted something on the business end of the hose again.  It kicked slightly, and a fleeting expression surprise crossed Kelli's serene face before she grew used to the increased dosage, and she went back to placidly swallowing, and expanding.  Chrissie looked on approvingly as my wife lay there on the floor, naked save for a pair of outrageously overstretched panties, her entire figure weakly quivering as more and more cream was pumped into her defenseless body.  Her belly rose higher and higher, every mouthful she sucked down leaving her stomach more distended with cream and more inflated with fat.  As it swelled, her massive tummy vied with the rest of her billowing form, forcing her breasts to roll up towards her face and spill out to either side of her increasingly fertile middle.  It and her hips struggled to occupy the same space, soft, thick rolls of fat forming and filling along her sides and near her waist, while the lower reaches of her belly inched ever closer to her plump knees.  I would have thought that being blown up to such spectacular dimensions would have left her belly tight as a drum, already scandalously overfilled, and resisting allowing so much as another drop of the boundlessly fattening cream, but instead my wife's alabaster skin seemed to only be growing softer and more pliable, the summit of her belly now nearly two feet higher than her face, and still steadily rising as pound after pound was laded into her figure.

 

            I wondered again if I should reveal myself and put an end to this before Kelli became so enormous that she became housebound, and whether I wasn't being selfish, allowing my insensible wife be fattened into my fantasy, but then again, Chrissie still outweighed Kelli by at least a couple hundred pounds, maybe more, and she was able to get around without too much trouble.  My train of thought was broken by the snap of tortured elastic popping and I looked up just in time to see my wife's panties surrender to the burgeoning lushness of her body.  In an instant, the deep line that had marked where they cut into her hips vanished, as now, naked and unrestrained, Kelli's hips surged outwards, broader than her belly, wider even than her bosom, and she moaned weakly as beneath her, her ass surged outwards by the same degree, quaking as it grew so large her lower back was beginning to bend to a painful-looking angle, though all I could think of was how incredible it would be to feel my fingers sink into the soft expanse of all that yielding flesh with Kelli astride me, her vast thighs on either side of my body as she rode me.  They were growing every bit as lush and overfull as the rest of her, thicker and thicker as fat gushed into them, sleek and smooth and opulently sensual.  By the same token, Kelli's arms, splayed out limply to either side of her expanding body were plumpening up at a breathtaking rate, her heavy shoulders growing softer as layer after layer of trembling fat was added to her tally, her upper arms already larger around than a fat woman's thighs, their indulgent excess beginning to bulge out over her elbows.  I imagined her just trying to get through the day with arms like that, getting winded just trying to sit down to dinner and feed herself, getting tired from just sitting on the couch and trying to lift all that weight just to use the remote control, begging for me to be gentle as she tried to cradle her massive breasts in them during sex.

 

            And how staggeringly gigantic her breasts had become; Chrissie was eyeing my wife's unresisting form nearly as avidly as I was, absentmindedly fondling her own indecently overfed breasts as she watched Kelli's measurements steadily approach her own.  Each of Kelli's boobs was over a foot and a half across now, wobbling gently as they grew, as Chrissie pensively bent over to give one bloated mammary a tentative knead.

           

            “Mmm, congratulations,” Chrissie murmured genially as she ran her fingers across the tender expanse of my wife's mammoth bosom, pausing only to give Kelli's nipple a playful pinch, “I do believe your tits have just gained admission to the hundred pound club.  You're in rare company, you know, there aren't a lot of girls so insatiably into stuffing themselves that they're willing to spend the rest of their days with a couple hundred pounds of tit-flesh hanging from their chest, getting in the way of almost everything, too heavy to push out of the way and too massive to reach around.  Then again, I've managed okay, and as much of a thrill as it was when I realized my boobs were so huge I couldn't even reach my nipples anymore- well, it's not like you won't have plenty of willing help in that department.  Still, I can't remember the last time a girl in here grew so much in a single day- oh wait, yes I can- it was last time Mara took some time off and left me in charge of the bakery all by myself.  There was this girl, barely five feet tall, thin as a rail, but by the time I was done with her she was so deliciously curvy that she couldn't even squeeze into her bathtub anymore.  And the stretchmarks she had by the time I finally told her I was cutting her off; you'd think the poor girl didn't know she was about to pop!  But don't you worry about that, a big, healthy young woman like you, six foot, maybe six foot one?  I think you could keep this up until you're double this size before you got into any real trouble, and I hope I've got enough cream to put that prediction to the test.  And if you can hear me, don't worry about that little girl that I fattened up until her tits were a pair of overinflated balloons, she still comes in all the time with her girlfriend, and I still have to tell her she's had enough and needs to go home after she's had four or five cakes and I can hear her breasts creaking from halfway across the shop.”

 

            I couldn't believe it; was Kelli truly that big?  Was Chrissie serious about her breasts weighing more than a hundred pounds each?  Two hundred pounds; that was more than me, and now my wife's breasts alone tipped the scales at that?  How much heavier was the rest of her?  I guess I'd kind of been thinking that she was somewhere in the neighborhood of four hundred pounds by now, but as indescribably voluptuous as she was getting all over she couldn't be less than five hundred, or had she gained enough to break on through to six by now?  I just didn't have any sense of proportion to even guess.  I mean, I'd seen reality shows about women who weighed that much, mostly when Kelli wasn't around to see how much I enjoyed watching them, but none of them had carried all that weight nearly as seductively as Chrissie and now, after her tender ministrations, Kelli did, with round, fat breasts, sleek hips, smooth, bulging bellies and asses that looked as if they'd been inflated to bursting with an air pump.  And still Chrissie seemed so confident that Kelli had a long way to go yet; just how enormous would my wife be by the time she was done?  Seven hundred pounds, eight hundred- was it possible that Kelli would stagger out of here tonight weighing fully half a ton?  It was too much to wrap my head around, and I knew by all rights I should rush in and interrupt, make Chrissie stop doing this until Kelli had the chance to wake up decide for herself if she really wanted to risk letting herself be fattened up to the point of immobility.  And yet, I still imagined Chrissie making her goodbyes and heading out as Kelli blearily came to her senses, and then my sumptuous, but unsatisfied wife forever resenting that I'd spoiled her one chance to have the kind of figure she'd always dreamed of.

 

            All the while that I'd been wrestling with what to do, Kelli's breasts had been growing bigger, their skin submissively stretching as she sucked and sucked and sucked, gallon after gallon of quiversome fat pumping into them, forcing them fatter, larger, heavier.  Her pink areolae were nearly as pale as the rest of her skin now, drawn out until they were as large across as tea saucers, flushed and rimpled against the cool air of the bakery, while her nipples, tight and throbbing, were swollen to barely twice the size they'd been when Kelli sat down to eat, the way they looked so disproportionately small and perky riding atop the immense and swelling roundure of her breasts, and I wondered how fantastically sensitive they might be, so pert, so pinchable with all those countless pounds of womanly flesh heaving beneath them.  I couldn't help but glance up at Chrissie for a moment, her own rose-red peaks as plump and juicy as over-ripe strawberries, and I wondered whether the right sort of stimulation might bring Kelli's to develop to the same nourishing dimensions in the fullness of time. 

 

            Kelli's breasts were approaching the size of bean bag chairs now, spreading, rising, tender and unrelenting.  They spilled across the rising hemisphere of her belly and rolled out across her plump arms until they had buried her nearly to her elbows in soft, womanly flesh.  Her breasts covered her chest, her neck, and spread upwards until I couldn't even see Kelli's face, the hose she drank from now simply disappearing between her two massive mounds, jiggling gently as they continued to inflate. 

 

            A sudden shiver ran through Kelli's body, and then I saw her trying to raise her plumpened arms to her face, though she was obviously unprepared for both the sheer weight of her new body and the extent of just how immensely voluminous she had become.  Chrissie giggled, reached down and tugged the hose from my wife's mouth, clicking it off so that only a trickle of cream dripped from its end, and ponderously struggled to get Kelli sitting upright, though the sight of Chrissie with her gigantic boobs hanging over my wife's shoulders as she hauled her up set my imagination afire with all sorts of ideas ill-befitting a happily-married man. 

 

            “Well then, finally awake, are we?”  Chrissie asked teasingly as Kelli gasped for breath, gazing down at her sumptuously magnified form and trying to take all of herself in, “You were doing so well I had half a mind to just lean down and push your boobs out of the way as long as I could just so you could keep sucking it down longer, but if something went wrong and you ended up getting smothered under your own tits, I didn't want you to wake up to me giving you mouth-to-mouth and get the wrong idea about what kind of girl I am.  So, how does it feel, being all, you know, super-sized?”

 

            “Oh my- how long was I out?  How many gallons of that stuff did you pour into me?” Kelli asked, dazed, as she carefully took stock of her newly-gained and vastly-expanded endowments, her huge belly forcing her legs wide apart as she sat, pressing here, squeezing there, and looking down in awe more than once as every movement now required lifting and shifting masses infinitely more cumbersome than she was used to, and all sorts of places that hadn't even touched before now quaked and jiggled and slapped together in all sorts of ways that I could scarcely wait to help her catalog to the fullest, “Oh- I'm just so, so huge all over!  I feel like my hips are so wide I just kind of spread across half the floor now, and my bottom is so big that I could swear I'm sitting a foot higher than I'm used to just because of how fat it's gotten.  Ohh- and is it just that my thighs have gotten so fat that I'm feeling all that pressure down there, are have a couple gallons of this gone straight between my legs?  I feel like my labia are every bit as swollen and sensitive as the rest of me!  I never imagined I'd have a belly as enormous as this; I feel like I've been force-fed fifty gallons of gelatin all in one sitting and my boobs- oh- I didn't expect them to be so heavy, tugging at my chest every time I breathe, pulling at my skin like they can barely hold up so much weight without splitting.”

 

            “So then,” Chrissie said, stepping around Kelli's womanly fullness to look her straight in the eye, “I take it you're pleased that I just let you keep on drinking after you fainted?”

 

            “Fainted?  Oh, it's starting to come back to me- you brought the mirror, my dress snapped and then-” Kelli said dreamily, “So you just kept filling me up until just now?”

 

            “Well, you didn't seem to be in any condition to complain,” Chrissie said with a wink, “I hope I didn't overstep any boundaries, and that your husband won't mind just how tantalizingly buxom we've made you tonight.”

 

            “Even if he does, I'm sure I can think of a few ways to convince him to appreciate all of the new me,” Kelli said, giving one of her ripe breasts an appreciative squeeze that at once assured me I had done the right thing in leaving she and Chrissie to their work and made me eager to get my provocatively overfilled wife back to somewhere private, “I have to admit, after everything I heard about this place, I was expecting some big changes, but this just blows away anything I'd been imagining.”

 

            “Mmm, good thing you picked tonight to come pay me a visit,” Chrissie said, giving Kelli a conspiratorial glance, “If you'd come by when Mara was around, she probably would have made me wake you up and send you home three hundred pounds ago.”

 

            “Well then,” Kelli responded, giving her shoulders a shake that sent ripples cascading through all the softer and more welcoming regions of her body, “Lucky for me I stopped in while the cat's away.”

 

            “You have no idea,” Chrissie said, grabbing an overflowing handful of her own fulsome bust and giving my wife a look that made me think she was about to just cast all caution to the wind and take her right then and there, “But since it's just you, me, and your hubby out there waiting at the table, would you still like to put on a just little more weight before we call it quits, or would you like to put on a lot more, as much as you can possibly hold?”

 

            “Well I don't know,” Kelli said coyly, giving her own bosom an appraising squeeze, “Just how much more is a lot more, and why do you ask?”

 

            “Oh, it's just that despite how much sweet, thick, ever-so-fattening cream that you've already gulped down, my tank still isn't empty,” Chrissie explained, “And whatever's left, whether it's just a mouthful or another fifty gallons is still going to go to waste and need me to clean it out if someone here doesn't use it up before I close this place up tonight.”

 

            “I thought you were in a big rush to get out the door,” Kelli mocked gently, “And now you're inviting me to stick around for the second course?”

 

            “Hey now, I haven't made any offers yet,” Chrissie countered affably, “It's just, discovering just how far you're willing to push yourself and getting myself out of having to clean out the tank first thing Monday morning is looking more and more like a better idea than getting out to party as soon as I possibly can, and besides, I'll already have to go home and chance into some fresh clothes since you've gone and torn my best top open and honestly, after making you blow up like a balloon I think I need to go home and have a little private time anyway if I don't want to end up throwing myself at the first remotely cute member of either sex I see once I hit the town later on.  So I repeat my question: are you satisfied, or would you like to learn just how much bigger you can get tonight?”

 

            “Mmm, I dunno,” Kelli deliberated, curling a lock of her hair around her plump fingers, “Just how much bigger are we talking about?  I mean, I'm already so huge that there's no point in even pretending I'm normal anymore, right?  So I might as well enjoy tonight to the fullest; having twenty gallon tits is such a turn-on, there's no point in tapping out when the chance for twenty five comes knocking, is there?”

 

            “I like the way you think,” Chrissie said, “But since we're already playing this with the training wheels off, how about we keep things interesting.  I'll turn the hose back on and you can go back to swallowing down every last creamy drop, but once we start, there's no going back.  If the tank runs dry after ten seconds, then congratulations, you gained another thirty pounds and I hope you and your husband enjoy every ounce of it, but if this week's sales have been slower than I think, and there's actually still enough in there to make you twice this size-”

 

            “Then I have to drink it all anyway, no giving up when I start feeling too full?”  Kelli said, catching on and sounding far more curious than doubtful, “I'll have to just sit here and keep gulping it down no matter how much it makes me gain, even if my tits get so heavy I start having trouble breathing, or my belly gets so enormous that I feel like I'm ready to burst, and my thighs are so thick and tender that just waddling across the room makes me so horny that just a walk to the fridge and back leaves me a whimpering, quivering wreck?”

 

            “Exactly,” Chrissie gushed, “I mean, at the very least, I think you're liable to be at least as big as I am by the time we finish here, but if you're willing to take the chance that you'll end up bigger, maybe a lot bigger, well' let's just keep your husband waiting just a little longer while we fill that luscious figure of yours and find out whether you're one of those girls who never gets stretchmarks no matter how fat she grows.”

 

            “Mmm, that's a risk I'm willing to take,” Kelli giggled as she reached for the hose with one indulgently-plumpened arm, “Bring it on.”

 

            “Here, before we go and inflate you any more than we already have, how about we get you off the floor and somewhere more comfortable?” Chrissie suggested, “After all, if you pass out after another five minutes of this, you're liable to do some real damage to something when those fat udders of yours hit the ground.  Come on, let me get you up.”

 

            “No, no, let me try,” Kelli insisted as she struggled to stand up, “I'm going to be at home by myself a lot; I'll need to be able to at least heave my fat ass out of bed without someone else doing all the heavy lifting for me.”

 

            “Okay, if you insist,” Chrissie allowed, stepping back to watch her progress, “But it really does get easier with time.  Your body is going to need some time to get used to carrying around four or five times as much of you as it's accustomed to, and one I finish fattening you up that's only going to me more the case.  Just keep working at it though, and I promise you six months from now you'll be getting around just fine.”

 

            Kelli, panting from the strain, succeeded in rolling over onto her hands and knees, a loud smack echoing through the shop as her overfed belly slapped against the floor, her fat-engorged breasts resting heavily on the ground, bulging out lushly around her thick arms, her cleavage spilling so far out in front of her that she could have easily buried her face in between her tender mountains.  She was facing the door, but even so, I could see her titanic ass wobbling behind her, the simple act of trying to stand up making it quake and roll like she was being fucked from behind.  Slowly, laboriously, Kelli managed to get her feet flat on the floor beneath her, her swollen legs trembling as they struggled to support her amplified girth.  It took her almost a minute, but at last Kelli succeeding in standing up straight, well, as close to straight as a woman can manage when she has an ass that deserves its own zip code, a belly that by all rights should have made her topple over all by itself, and a pair of breasts that were as soft and unwieldy as they were humongous heaving uncontrollable as she fought for breath.  She stood there, gasping; sweat glistening on her naked body, her alabaster skin stretched almost to translucence under the fluorescent lights.

 

            “Okay,” Kelli gulped, finally able to speak, “Where are we doing this?”

 

            “Right out here,” Chrissie offered, taking my wife's chubby hand in her own and pulling her towards the door, “We've got a couch out here- don't worry, I had it made to order for Muffin Top staff and customers so you know it's nice and well-built- that you'll be a lot more comfortable on.”

 

            “What, out there?” Kelli asked nervously, hesitating, “But won't my husband be able to see us right from the table?”

 

            “Well, we'll still be tucked back into a little nook away back behind the counter,” Chrissie assured her, pulling her forward insistently, “And besides, even if he does hear the sound of your breasts inflating like a couple of overfilled water balloons and gets curious, he was going to find out sooner or later, right?”

 

            “I know, it just seems so, I don't know, public,” Kelli confided as she reluctantly followed Chrissie through the wide doorway, “Like if someone walked in the bakery right now they'd just be able to see me, all naked and huge and, well, exposed.”

 

            “My dear, I'm going to tell you this now because I like you, but you'd learn it just as well five minutes into your first trip to the grocery store after this,” Chrissie laughed, “When you're as big as we are, you're always going to be exposed.  It doesn't matter if you go out with nothing put a pair of pasties taped to your nipples or if you leave the house wrapped up like you're trying to join a convent, you're going to attract a lot of attention; you're intensely sexual no matter how you dress and people are going to stare.  You can wear a bra with enough bracing to tie up Hindenburg and your boobs are still going to bounce and jiggle and practically beg for attention.  It doesn't matter how modestly you're dressed, if you're struggling to reach past your own tits to reach the buttons on the credit card machine, or you're letting your girls just sort of fill up the entire top basket of the shopping cart, people are going to stare.  When you have to ask someone at the front door if there's a wider entrance they get their deliveries through so you can fit your hips and that big, squeezable ass of yours into the store, people are going to gather around and see just how that all plays out, and when you have to sit down sideways at a restaurant table because otherwise you belly will push the table too far away for you to reach the triple cheeseburger you ordered, everyone is going to stop and watch as you turn that chair sideways, sit down and let all that delightfully strokable blubber stretch out your biggest pair of yoga pants until you can practically feel the seams giving way.  Trust me, Kelli, you're never going to blend in with the crowd again, so you may as well be like me, Mara and most of our larger clients here and just learn to embrace it.”

           

            While she was talking, Chrissie led my wife over to a very large overstuffed sofa that was just out of sight from the front of the shop, but left me with a perfect view.  They were barely fifteen feet away from me now, and if the light was any better I'm sure I would have been seen.  At first I didn't know what made me stay in the shadows; Chrissie had already committed herself to fattening Kelli up the rest of the way, and Kelli was obviously one hundred percent on board with this plan, if I stood up and announced myself right now, the worst that I'd probably get would be a firm but tickled command to go back to my seat and wait for while the girls finished doing their thing, and for all I knew I might just be invited to pull up a chair and enjoy the show- that would certainly be more comfortable than crouching behind the steel legs of a rather overbuilt stool beneath the cash register.

 

            As I watched Chrissie confidently help my Kelli into the sofa's embrace , pat her on one bloated breast encouragingly, and then sashay off to retrieve the business end of the cream hose, I felt it again, the strange, seductive thrill of watching my wife so utterly at the mercy of a woman like Chrissie.  As much as I would have loved being the one to put that hose in Kelli's mouth and pull the trigger myself, there was something intoxicating, something sweet and forbidden about just watching, watching as Chrissie took command of my wife's body, transforming her into a nigh-immobile goddess of sensual excess as I looked on.  I imagined that Mara was all too aware of her assistant's talent for domination and probably kept her on a pretty short leash most of the time, she was more mature, I suspected, and wasn't quite so driven to ensure that every woman of weighing less than five hundred pounds when she walked in didn't have to leave in the same condition as that the skinny young girl she had mentioned before had ended up and that she seemed so determined to help my wife attain as well, a pair of breasts fattened to bursting, a belly so glutted that she could lay on it like a waterbed, and an ass worthy of a thousand Sir Mix-A-Lot songs.

 

            “Okay then, you ready?” Chrissie asked, the hose already jammed into Kelli's mouth and awaiting only her touch to flood my wife's body with still more richness, “Remember, no backing out once you've said yes.”

 

            Kelli nodded apprehensively, her eyes full of longing, a pink flush of anticipation blossoming out across her neck and the upper reaches of her bosom, her breath quickening.

 

            “That's a good girl,” Chrissie said, cupping Kelli's cheek and looking into her eyes with undisguised lust, “Now then, no point in dragging things out all night, so let's just open this up all the way and get down to business.”

 

            Without waiting for Kelli to reply, she gripped the handle as tight as she could, and the hose kicked like a python as a deluge of cream surged through it and right down my wife's throat.  Kelli's cheeks bulged as she fought to swallow it as fast enough to avoid drowning in it; she looked like she was half a second away from failing and just spilling cream everywhere, but then, somehow, she got it under control, and she began to expand at a staggering rate.

 

            I swear I could actually see her breasts shudder with shock as they started growing anew, then quivering feebly as they were forced to accept gallon after gallon of fat.  Had Kelli's areolae been so tightly-drawn before that even through their pale-pinkness I could see blue veins delicately lacing across the immense convexity of her breasts?  Had the delicate texture of her skin been stretched quite so far before, where its exquisite smoothness underneath her breasts where the sheer weight of so much womanly flesh must have been the most acute, appeared more distressed, her naturally pale hue growing redder in some places, with even a faint hint of purple here and there?  In barely half a minute, Kelli's breasts had spilled out past her vast belly, her hopelessly-plumped-up knees barely making an impression in their undersides as her bosom ballooned outwards at an alarming rate, one inch, now two, now three inches projecting out utterly unsupported in front of her, the weight, the pressure, all channeled through some of her most sensitive parts must have been agonizing, though Chrissie only looked on beatifically, occasionally glancing along the hose as if to ensure that no kinks might slow the pace of my wife's fattening.

 

            Kelli's hips spread swiftly as if they thirsted to overwhelm the rest of the couch.  Already she took up the entire center cushion and half of each of its neighbors, and yet as she sucked she swelled wider and wider and wider.  The clefts between her hip fat and the sides of her brimming belly grew deeper; as if every part of her body save for her still-slender face was searching desperately for more space to fatten, more volume to cram with every last ounce of sensual adiposity being pumped into her.  Slowly, but unmistakably too, Kelli's overnourished seat was lifting her higher too, her ass inflating beneath her as if it had been connected to a fire hose full of jelly, jiggling and wobbling at the slightest provocation, making her position more and more uncertain as she was compelled to lift her heels off the floor just so her toes would be able to reach and grant her some small measure of balance and support.  Her thighs were absolutely massive by now- I wasn't sure I'd even be able to reach around one of them with both arms- and rapidly taking on that same ungovernable jiggliness that had begun in her bottom, as if so much of Kelli's body was fat now that she could barely compel it to do her bidding, though I found my concern smothered beneath under my curiosity about how her vast and fertile contours would respond to some rougher treatment in the bedroom, if just trying to sit up reduced her to this much of a tremulous mess.

 

            Overwhelmed as it was by her breasts, I watched my wife's belly swelling at a prodigious rate.  I couldn't begin to estimate how many tens of thousands of calories each swallow cost her, how many pounds every second that ticked by laded her with, but the result was as naked as her own billowing body.  I could see her awkwardly trying to spread her legs farther apart as her belly, pushed down from above by the bulk of her breasts, filled the space between her legs and still demanded more.  It spilled out to her sides, racing against her full-flaring hips, forcing her bewitchingly overfattened arms farther outwards, rolls burgeoning at her sides like dough with vastly too much sugar and yeast left to rise until no trace of its original shape could be discerned.  In front though, at least from what I could see, her belly remained flawlessly smooth.  Even Chrissie had a couple of deep furrows across her huge belly, but Kelli's was just a vast, smooth expanse of dazzling luxuriance, its one interruption being her sensually deep navel, so far sunken into the immensity of her belly that I wondered exactly how deep it went, and if it was now one tenth as sensitive as it was magnified, I was looking very much to exploring my wife's delightfully enhanced topography indeed.

 

            “Well, congratulations,” Chrissie announced with a wink, “I think it's safe to say that you're now even larger than your gracious hostess here, and since you've got a good six inches on me height-wise, I wouldn't be surprised if you're already a good bit heavier too.  Now we just have to wait here until the cream runs out and find out whether you'll be leaving here tonight just a little bit more of a plumper than yours truly, or whether you're going to end up with a figure that makes even me mad with envy.”

 

            Kelli gave Chrissie an anxious glance; if the cream tank was nearing empty, the speed it was pouring into her certainly hadn't slackened at all, and now that she was actually larger than our buxom waitress, her ardor for unbridled gaining appeared to fade, and I could see her distractedly clutching at the sides of her bloated belly, the nearest curves of her glutted bosom as a flash of concern glinted in her eyes.

 

            “Oh, don't worry,” Chrissie, noticing, comforted her, “I'm sure the tank is almost empty by now, and don't even think about telling me that it's not the most arousing thing ever to feel yourself growing even more sumptuously overstuffed than me.  Even with all those calories, all that lushness surging through your body nearly as fast as you can drink it, your tummy is still tight as a drum under all that fat, isn't it?  I bet before tonight you were the kind of girl who felt so full she had to lay down and take a nap after a more than a plateful of anything, but now, your stomach is being filled, stretched by all those gallons you're so winsomely gulping down.  Why, I bet tomorrow morning you're going to wake up absolutely famished, so gorgeously fat you can barely move, yet so desperately hungry you feel like you could devour every last morsel in my shop, and you know what?  You're going to find that it's true; a meal that would keep you sated for a week will barely be enough to whet your appetites, a feast that used to leave you so stuffed you felt like you were about to pop will hardly count as a first course for you now.  Don't worry, just sit back and enjoy it- it's too late to go back now; your body is made for gluttony, indolence and desire now, and even if you go jogging every day like I do, at least when Mara hasn't spent the night before reminding me why she's the boss, you're the kind of girl now whose just going to be insatiable.”

 

            Again, I worried that maybe I should do something, at least step forward and plead on my wife's behalf as Chrissie's decadent generosity rendered her ever more enticingly saturated with excess.  And yet again, as Chrissie patted Kelli tenderly on one of her tantalizingly hypertrophied breasts, I saw my wife relax, her eyes dreamy, as she settled a little deeper into the couch to enjoy every moment of what was happening to her.

 

            Her thighs were growing almost cartoonishly bloated, billowing out like balloons between her sumptuous hips and her knees so impossibly plump that she'd be lucky if she could hobble around on them at all after this.  White, sleek and slick with sweat, they shone like wet rubber under the bakery's lights, almost as if Kelli was becoming some kind of a living blow-up-doll, the hose between her lips inflating her further and further beyond even the most reckless measure of safety, as if someone were pumping enough to fill the Goodyear Blimp to bursting into a mere sex toy, heedless of how impossibly, carelessly, exquisitely she was pushed beyond any semblance of safety.  Even with her legs spread out at what looked like an agonizing angle, Kelli could barely keep them from pressing too tightly together for comfort, while her belly, still desperate for room to expand, was forcing her to straighten her legs; if there was no space to fill between them, then it would just have to push them lower and swell up on top of them, her legs trembling as the weight of it mounted, growing, growing, as Kelli tried to keep her toes on the floor to give her some bit of balance to offset the ever-increasing size and instability of her stupendously fattened ass.  If there were any belts in the world that still fit around her luscious girth, hers would have been very nearly level with the top of the couch, everything below it now buried under the hopelessly jigglesome ampleness of Kelli's breathtakingly overfed behind.  She teetered as uncertainly as if she were perched atop two or three waterbeds each filled to bursting, and as I watched, transfixed, her hips, glorious in their excess, finally reached the ends of the couch, and gently kissed its curving and well-upholstered arms.

 

            Her breasts were absolutely titanic, if anything they seemed to be expanding more quickly now, as if already filled beyond any possible measure of resistance, and now obliged to helplessly submit as they soaked up every last drop of Chrissie's concentrated benevolence.  They were nearly as broad as her hips now, and even fuller in proportion, projecting out beyond her massive belly, itself barely supported as it rolled down Kelli's legs, a full six inches of her unsupported bust overhanging her belly, naked and literally creaking with excess.  Her areolae, once delicate little halos around her rosy peaks that I had relished the touch of, were now stretched out to the size of dinner plates, her pulse beating visibly beneath their fair skin, her nipples, each barely as large as the last joint of her little finger, all but lost against such a sea of surging, quivering flesh, their fat little peaks now stranded half a foot out beyond her knees, pointed mostly towards the floor, the vast expanse of womanly fullness behind them growing more scandalously replete by the second.

 

            Kelli's breasts weren't just spilling outwards anymore either.  Buoyed by her billowing belly, they were rising higher and higher, her shoulders already hidden behind their lacteous rondure, her cleavage closing in on her neck, higher, fuller, fatter, until their tops made contact with her still-slender jaw, the expression on her face suggesting that she was less and less at ease with Chrissie's bargain.

 

            “Mmm, surely it won't be that much longer,” Chrissie mused, infinitely more pleased than concerned by my wife's predicament, “I do hope that once we're all done here you don't mind if I take a few pictures to share with Mara when she gets back in town.  She always acts so upset when I take liberties with her customers, but she just gets so excited when she comes home and asks me how many new girls I've blown up into goddesses over the course of a week.  Ahh, there we are; I see you're finally starting to show some stretchmarks.  I was starting to think that I could just keep on pumping you full of cream all night without your body finally rebelling, but it looks like we may finally be nearing your limits, but don't be alarmed; I'm sure you'll be able to drink down every last drop of cream and still have a tolerable margin of safety to go before you find yourself in any real trouble.”

 

            Chrissie was right, my wife's poor, overburdened breasts were beginning to show the strain of being filled and fattened until each one was heavier than her entire body had been when we came in.  Livid striations radiated out from her areolae, the delicate skin of her breasts at last pushed beyond the point where its elasticity was enough to absorb such punishment without consequences; I could only imagine how much worse they'd become once, fed to her very limit, Kelli stood up and all those tremulous gallons poured into her breasts had nothing to support them save for her own immaculately overfilled bosom.  Kelli was rubbing the sides of her massive middle as well, and I saw that it too was now suffering the same fate, the places where her body had been forced to yield both to her ballooning belly and the jigglesome rolls that buried most of her back were developing rose-colored marks like the kind some slender women get when pregnancy triples their waistline in the span of a few months, or athletic girls who go off to college and find themselves seduced by the delights of a 24-hour dining hall have been known to develop, just deep enough to feel, but very, very slow to fade.

 

            “Oh, do they itch?” Chrissie asked solicitously as my wife continued to billow in front of her, “Mara's so fat that it seems like any time she so much has an extra slice of pie she her breasts break out in these angry white streaks and she says they're so bad they keep her awake at night until her skin finally has some time to stretch a little more evenly.  Here, let me see if I can't help a little.”

 

            Chrissie leaned in, her own free-swinging breasts resting heavily on Kelli's, reaching down, her sensitive hands massaging my wife's forswollen mammaries.  Kelli moaned weakly, Chrissie was practically on top of her, and I tried to figure out what fractions of her murmuring were due to our hostess's soothing touch, the growing fullness of her bosom, or the weight of Chrissie's ponderous breasts weighing down on a pair of boobs already achingly overburdened.  It seemed that Chrissie's talents were winning out; Kelli's stopped struggling, and from the way her plump legs shuddered as Chrissie bent over her, it seemed that a set of hands accustomed to filling pastries and pleasing women alike had distracted her from the discomfort of her unsparingly overfilled figure.

 

            I don't think I'd realized just how much larger than Chrissie Kelli had become by now.  Bigger, heavier, I was so far beyond any frame of reference it was nearly impossible to draw comparisons until I saw Chrissie there, leaning over my defenseless wife.  Sure, Kelli's hips might have bulged out a little wider since she was sitting down and Chrissie was on her feet, but Kelli was wider by nearly fully twelve inches, if not more, her round, fulsome hips beginning to spill over the arms of the couch.  Kelli's bosom exceeded Chrissie by at least half that much, broader by half a foot than that of the woman who stood so confidently overtop of her.  I wondered how much weight every added inch of bustline meant for her; ten pounds, twenty?  I couldn't even begin to imagine how oppressively heavy her breasts were by now; let alone her figure taken altogether. 

 

            Kelli gagged a little, her body quaking in protest.  I knew this was crazy; I was sitting here watching as this candy-striped Jezebel fattened her beyond all reason, beyond any hope of holding down a normal job, or passing for anything other than a freak of the highest order in polite company.  She had filled Kelli beyond the point where our sex lives could be anything other than the exploration of her existence as a sensual and insatiable SSBBW of mind-numbing proportions, she had filled her to the point where even Kelli's continued safety might be in danger before long, and yet I remained there, watching.

 

            I told myself that this was the only choice I had.  As massive and light on her feet as Chrissie was, she was obviously quite strong.  If I charged forwards now she could probably knock me out without a second thought, and I could only imagine what she might do to Kelli as punishment for my interruption.  A vision flickered through my head of me groggily regaining consciousness on the floor of the bakery, only to find that even after the last of the cream had been poured down my wife's throat, she had set about stuffing her with every sugared morsel within reach.  I imagined coming to, only to see Chrissie smiling with perverse satisfaction as she crammed sweets and confections down Kelli's throat, her breasts distended to twice their present size, her belly so enormous it touched the floor, her ass so obscenely fattened that the couch had long-since collapsed beneath her titanic weight, her impossibly luscious figure creaking, groaning as Chrissie forced her to become fatter and fatter and fatter as punishment for my interference.  Still, as much as I tried to rationalize it away, I knew I stayed back because I wanted more. 

 

            With Chrissie standing out of the way, Kelli was breathing easier again, and from the way her massive tits were rising up past her lips, the hose now clenched tightly between her breasts, it wasn't hard to see how with Chrissie's own stupendous pair piled on top of her own, Kelli might have trouble breathing past half a ton of quivering boob-flesh.  Her tremendous thighs were splayed out at an painful-looking angle, knees bent and chubby feet nearly meeting in front of her as her lushly swollen belly was obliged to hold gallon after gallon of relentlessly fattening cream, bulging out nearly three feet in front of her, still one huge, convex expanse of jigglesome indulgence, her suggestively deep belly button being pushed further and further out in front of her as her belly rapidly neared the point where she could almost use it for a bed if she wanted to.

 

            Kelli was moaning more loudly now, trying to wrap her thick, soft arms around the expanding lushness of her own body, her plump fingers sinking deep into the taut skin of her bosom as if she were trying to restrain herself from growing any larger.  Her eyes were shut tightly, she winced and shuddered as her billowing behind lifted her higher and higher like an incoming tide.  Chrissie, with a look of curiously detached concern, turned towards the cash register, and looked directly at me.

           

            “Well, I know you've been enjoying the show from down there,” she said with a conspiratorial smile, “But I think your wife here could use a little distracting from how awfully full she's becoming, at least until the cream finally runs out.”

 

            “But wh-” I wondered aloud, standing up as Chrissie cut in.

 

            “There's no time for questions,” she said firmly, “Just look at her there, so scandalously sore and heavy and overfilled; go ahead, give her something else to think about, and don't even think about telling me to just turn the hose off; I'm sure you heard everything and a deal's a deal, and besides, I know you'd be disappointed if you asked me to stop fattening her up and I actually said okay.  So come on, I'm sure you know what she likes, and now there's so much more of her to touch and tease and play with now.

 

            I'm not sure Kelli could even hear us; she looked lost in some delirium and Chrissie shot me a look as if she was about to pick me up and throw me right into Kelli's lap if I didn't do something right now, so I stepped towards her, feeling a thrill at having Chrissie's breasts, naked and colossal, just inches away from me, but as I drew nearer I was awed at just how stunningly huge she had become.  Without thinking, I knelt down in front of Kelli; her thighs, as big around as barrels, spread out before me, her vast belly just inches away from me, overshadowed by her mammoth breasts.  I hesitated- where to even begin? - And then another shudder ran through my wife's exquisitely overfilled figure.  Now I could actually hear her breasts stretching to hold it all, and a moment later I stared as her areolae were drawn out another inch, now each as broad as a pie tin, creaking as more pale stretchmarks flared out across their tender skin, her nipples still exactly as perky and petite as ever, so small against the sumptuous expanse of her straining bosom.

 

            I knew what Kelli needed.  I leaned over, took her hard little peak in my mouth and began to suck it.  A shiver ran through her body, and her nipple grew taut against my tongue; I tried to reach over and find its twin with my left hand, but Kelli had grown so spectacularly busty that I couldn't reach, and settled instead for caressing and fondling the bloated mammary in front of me.  She was almost too big to comprehend, almost literally too much woman for me to know where to begin.  I felt her growing bigger, the gentle, insistent, unrelenting pulse after pulse of fat steadily surging into her breast with every swallow.  It was unbelievably heavy; I wasn't sure I'd be able to lift the weight of even one of Kelli's boobs if I put all my strength into it, and yet, she was still so tantalizingly soft, her breast yielding so willingly at my touch, its unwieldy heaviness quivering like a soap bubble against my fingers, so much weight, and yet so delicately contained.

 

            Kelli moaned in satisfaction, the tension in her body fading, even as the tension of her ever-stretching skin continued to increase.  Her breasts were too big for me to give them both the kind of attention she needed so, still teasing her small, dimpled peak with my tongue, I reached out with my free hand and began to explore her thighs.  They seemed never-ending, their smooth and creamy flesh extending out so sumptuously as I blindly tried to map their extent.  They each must have been more than a yard across by now, and just like Kelli's breasts, with every swallow she took; I could feel the gentle, but unceasing pulse of them being filled to ever more magnificent repletion. 

 

            I decided to switch sides, leaving her nipple swollen to twice its normal size, still tiny against the vast bosom supporting it and throbbing in the cool air, and moving over I now took its neglected twin in my mouth and began to suck as I caressed and kneaded her breast.  With my free hand I began to fondle her massive belly.  It somehow felt even larger, heavier than her breasts did, and alluringly cooler to the touch, so very overladen with chilled cream.  As enormous as my wife had become, her belly, at least in front, was almost flawlessly smooth, no deep-folded rolls like the ones at her sides, just one smooth, uninterrupted curve of self-devotion, beginning just below where her stupendous breasts sprouted from her chest, projecting out fully two feet and a half in front of her, it's underside spilling down between her outspread knees.  I felt her navel, deep and sensuous, tracing a lazy circle around it, even the lightest touch of my finger enough to press an inch into the surface of her overwhelmingly fat form.  A moment later I slid the same finger across it, savoring how gently it dipped from the most protuberant part of her belly into such depths, as if it alone were now deeper than Kelli's entire middle had been when we came in.  I probed deeper; poking as far into her bellybutton as I could and found that show exceeded my ability to plumb, though Kelli did give a deep, laboring shudder as I did so.

 

            “Come on, can't you see how uncomfortable getting so full is making her?” Chrissie asked, bending down close to my ear and raking her fingers against my wife's taut and stretchmarked skin, “Unless you're hoping that the cream is going to run out in the next five seconds, you're going to have to do a better job of distracting her.”

 

            I knew she was right; Kelli was still growing, sucking, the skin of her breast stretching against my face.  I ran my fingers down along her belly, soft and cool and tender, and then beneath it, working up between one bloated thigh and the yielding bulk of her belly.  Deeper and deeper I reached, until finally, my arm buried almost to the shoulder, I reached my goal.  Between Kelli's thighs lay her hot, thirsty femininity, and I plunged right in with three fingers.  Her labia were swollen obscenely, as if they struggled to contain just as much quivering fatness as the rest of her and soaking wet.  I felt her body quake as I plied my way between them, pushing in hard, and rubbing every joint of my fingers insistently against her tenderest places as I withdrew.  Kelli, whimpering softly, parted her legs a little further; I teased her womanhood faster and more forcefully as her body began to shiver.

 

            It felt so strange to be doing this to my wife while Chrissie watched expectantly.  Kelli and I had always been very private in our affections, and to be sharing such intimacy in front of another woman was something I couldn't quite make my peace with.  I told myself that this wasn't sex, I was just keeping Kelli distracted while she finished growing, no different than giving her a hand to hold onto while she had a shot at the doctor's.  Still, I had no time for such doubts.  I felt the drumbeat of her pulse quickening through the engorged immensity of her breast, her inmost body tightening around my fingers as I stroked her.  She moaned more insistently now, her back arching, writhing weakly against the sheer weight of her body.  Kelli was growing faster now, I found myself straining to reach inside her, her belly steadily pushing me away as it expanded, even her breast forcing my head back as she ballooned with fat.  Not knowing how much longer I'd be able to keep this up, I redoubled my efforts, stroking and thrusting inside of her until my arm began to feel numb, my wife's body trembling as I did so, in what I could only hope was the result of my ministrations and not the overwhelming fullness that Chrissie had convinced her to lade upon herself.

 

            A moment later I had my answer.  Kelli screamed, a shriek of sheer ecstasy as she came.  The cream hose clattered to the floor beside me as I heard my wife seized by a breathtaking climax that rippled through her body for at least half a minute until, except for panting as if she could barely breathe, she grew quiet and still; I slipped my hand out from between her sodden thighs, detached myself from her rosy nipple and stood back.

 

            The cream hose mercifully dribbled out its last few drops onto the hard floor; Kelli had drunk the entire tank of cream and looked like even another mouthful might well have been more than her desperately swollen figure could bear, and I noted Chrissie standing there with a look of lascivious approval as I looked upon my transcendently-fattened wife.  She was sublimely overstuffed, the sofa sagging beneath her immense weight.  Her legs, from hip to ankle were so indulgently plumpened that I wondered if she would even be able to bend them, while her hips bulged out so massively wide that they threatened to lap over the arms of the overloaded sofa, her ass swollen beneath her to the point where it quaked and wobbled as if she were sitting on a king-size waterbed that someone had filled to with half a ton of honey, its bulk lifting her so awkwardly in her seat that her toes no longer reached the floor, leaving her balanced precariously on her bloated rear.  Her belly swelled out over all of this, rolling out over her titanic thighs and spilling down between them, rolling out beyond her chubby knees, soft and squeezable and impossibly overfilled.  Kelli's arms were so fat I wondered if she would be able to lift them enough to feed herself now; from shoulders to elbows she looked like she was carrying nearly a hundred pounds of fat in each, quivering as she moved, and pinning her thick arms to her exquisitely well-padded sides. 

 

            Her breasts looked too gigantic to exist; there was no way any woman could possibly endure having her bosom so staggeringly saturated with fat.  Each one was markedly more than three feet across, resting fat and heavy upon her belly, while still threatening to pull her off the couch and tits-first onto the hard floor if she dared to lean forward in the slightest.  Kelli kept her face turned upwards as if she was trying not to drown; their ponderous bulk pressing heavily against her neck, their overglutted lushness brushing her cheeks.  Pale blue veins arced tellingly across her alabaster skin, her body, used to sustaining a pair of breasts that were probably less than five pounds together, now struggling to support a bosom so terrifically engorged that their sheer weight alone would be enough that even the most permissive physician would likely put her on an emergency diet.  Her areolae, not that she could reach them anymore, were fully twice as wide as her hands with fingers outstretched, shot through with stretchmarks, no longer the pert little circles I was accustomed to, or even the fat ovals of a woman heavily pregnant.  Instead they were drawn out across the entire front third of her globes, rough and uneven around their edges as if every last inch of her breasts was stretching as far as possible to contain the lavishness of her overfed bosom, though Kelli's nipples remained small and taut, their size only making the rest of her gargantuan bosom appear even more stunning.  And she was still growing.

 

            “Oh, why isn't it stopping?” Kelli whimpered, her voice betraying panic mixed with lust, “I drank it all; I feel like I'm about to burst- how come I'm still getting fatter?”

 

            “Well, you have just finished gulping down somewhere between three and four million calories, most of them from fat if you're curious,” Chrissie explained stepping forward and placing an appraising hand against the rising bulk of Kelli's bosom, “Even as fast-acting as Mara's recipe is, it's still going to take your body a few more minutes to process all of that and finish pumping it all into those sumptuous curves of yours.  I know it feels like you're going to explode if you gain another ounce right now, but believe me, I've been there before myself, you'll be just fine, though you won't believe how sore you're going to be by tomorrow morning.”

 

            Having finished with Kelli, who sat there sighing helplessly as she the cream inside her steadily billowed into fat, Chrissie turned to me as calmly as if she were reminding a child to take her umbrella along in case of rain.

 

            “So, it looks like my work here is done for the night,” she said with evident satisfaction, “You've got a wife as fat and buxom as I dare to make her, and I've got all sorts of hot spots to hit before the night is over, so please tell me that you didn't drive this poor girl here in a Honda Civic or something.”

 

            “No, no, I brought my van,” I explained, feeling strangely detached from the enormity of this situation, as if she was asking me if I was okay to fit a piece of furniture in my car instead of my wife, “It's one of those conversion ones; I'm sure we can squeeze in.”

 

            “What, were you planning on starting a new A-Team?” Chrissie giggled as she glanced over at my all-but-immobile wife, “you'll be lucky if you can make thirty miles an hour with her jiggling around in the back like a ton of whipped cream.  Anyways, if you're good then I'm out of here; normally I'd stop at home to change since you've gone and made me spill out of my work clothes like this, but I'm feeling adventurous after our little experiment together, so I think I'll just roll up to some popular spot with my tits and belly hanging out and see where the evening takes me.”

 

            “Wait, so what do we-” I stammered before Chrissie cut me off.

 

            “Well, now that I've met my end of the bargain, it's really not my business what the two of you do with each other once I've left,” Chrissie said suggestively, “But if I were you, I'd take my well-endowed little wifey there, give her something else to think about until she's done growing, and then drive her home, put her to bed, and as soon as she wakes up, show her how much you love her swollen, self-indulgently luscious figure by fucking her so hard that she won't be able to get out of bed for the next week.  Anyways, I hope you two have a good time starting out in a new town, though if you're ever back here again, please do stop in again for a bite.  You know, if you come back and I can tell you've been fattening her up even more, I might even be willing to stay a little late and give her another appointment with the cream hose.”

 

            And then, laughing to herself, Chrissie, with a nimbleness that belied her size, slipped out the back door of the bakery, leaving me alone in the Muffin Top with my spectacularly overfattened and still ballooning wife.

 

            “Oh, it still isn't stopping,” Kelli sighed, her fat arms clutching desperately at her bloating breasts and her overstuffed belly, “I feel like I've gained another fifty pounds just since I stopped swallowing.  I just feel so- so awfully full- I don't know how much more I can take!”

 

            “Here, can you stand up?” I asked, a plan beginning to form in my mind that would hopefully give my wife something to think about aside from worrying about how distressingly overfilled she was becoming while also giving me the chance I'd been waiting for since we first sat down to dinner and Kelli had taken that first fattening bite, “Try laying on the floor, you'll be more comfortable that way.”

 

            “Okay; I'll try,” Kelli murmured feebly as she struggled to rise from the couch, before crying out in pained surprise “Oh my- I'm too heavy- I must weigh a ton!”

 

            “What?” I asked, the note of alarm in her voice impossible to miss, “What's wrong?”

 

            “It's just- sorry, I just wasn't ready for this,” Kelli puffed, a frightened look crossing her face, barely managing to draw herself upright, “I mean, I felt myself getting heavier and heavier there on the couch, but this, oh- I'm not sure if I can do this.  My tits- ahh- they're so fat they feel like they're going to burst, too much weight stretching my skin tighter and tighter.  My areolae are so tender if feels like they've been rubbed down with sandpaper, my nipples feel like they're in a vise and my breasts feel like they've just been pinched black and blue- ooh, and when they wobble-  I can feel it- every ounce they gain is pushing me further past my limits- I feel like an overfilled water balloon and the water's still coming!”

 

            “Okay, just get down on the floor,” I told her hastily, pulling some pillows from the sofa to make her more comfortable as I tried to guide my impossibly fattened Kelli to some semblance of comfort, “There, just like that, on your back.”

 

            Just touching her was thrilling; as much as I was worried about her safety- how could Chrissie be so cavalier about the risks when she said that she'd never fattened a girl up nearly so much in one sitting?- I had never been so turned on in my life.  As Kelli sank to the floor, one massive hip slid against me, soft and naked and yielding.  She lost her balance for a second, slipping, yelping as her breasts smacked together with slap that echoed through the bakery, her mammoth bosom hitting me full in the chest, ponderously heavy, and I was hard as a rock.  I grabbed at her arm, but she was too thick, too splendidly soft for me to do more than sink my fingers into its quiversome bulk.  All the same, a few moments later Kelli was laying on the floor, her chest heaving as she fought for the breath that simply standing up had robbed her of, the cushions of the couch haphazardly arranged beneath her so that her weight and the immensity of her ass didn't put too much strain on her back.

 

            “Damn- I think this was a mistake,” Kelli panted, her fat arms pressed firmly against the tops of her breasts to keep them from spilling over her face, “I should have walked away when I had the chance and I was just enormous, instead of letting her talk me into- this!”

 

            “Don't worry, you're going to be fine; I'm right here,” I said, trying to sound confident and reassuring, “You'll stop getting bigger before too long.  Then we can take all the time you need to get feeling stable, get you out to the van somehow, and we'll figure out the rest later, okay?”

 

            “But it's not okay,” Kelli shot back, “I'm so fat I can't even think straight- I can feel the pressure inside my breasts getting worse.  My belly is getting fuller every time I breathe, and just in the ten seconds I've been laying here I can already feel my huge ass lifting my higher off the floor, my hips rolling out across the tiles.  If that was it, I think I could handle it, maybe, but the rest is even worse!”

 

            “Wait, what is?” I asked intently, “What's even worse?”

 

            “Ah- what's worse is how fucking horny this is making me,” Kelli gasped, “Every inch of my skin, sore and overstretched as it is, just burns for attention.  As much as my boobs feel like they're about to pop, all I can think about is riding you and feeling them bounce and slap against my belly, the headboard, your face, your tongue.  My belly is so full I can barely imagine touching it right now, but every time I feel it straining to hold a little more, keep thinking of me laying on top of it while you fuck me from behind.  If I tried to do half the stuff that my body is telling me I need right now I think I'd explode, but I'm going crazy here trying not to tear your pants of and order you to fuck me!”

 

            “Okay, I think I've got something that might work then,” I said, kneeling beside her head and looking around the room, “I just need to find a- alright, if you're not in any shape for sex right now, maybe I can at least let you have a little fun and enjoy your new body the way it's begging for and take the edge off long enough for you to get some rest.”

 

            “Yes, please, anything!” Kelli whispered as I stood up, her belly rising as high as my waist, and the apex of her bosom several inches higher, both flattened out slightly as gravity laid claim to her extravagant charms.

 

            In a moment I was out of my clothes; barely able to hold myself back.  Kelli had become my fantasy, her entire figure so flooded with fullness that she could barely move, the sheer weight of her body making her a prisoner of her own inflamed desires, and still she was getting fatter as the countless calories she had glutted herself with continued to plumpen her up.  She was so immense now, so scandalously brimming with fat that her body seemed to be running out of places to hold it all.  Even as her hips reluctantly spread wider and wider across the cold floor, her breasts and belly protesting as they rose higher, her legs were still ballooning at a steady pace, her thick calves finally reaching the point where rolls were starting to billow out over her ankles, and her arms were blowing up at such a pace that she looked like soon she'd be in just as much danger of being smothered under their fat as she was of being buried under her boobs. 

 

            Kelli gave a wordless sigh of desperation; I glanced around the kitchen, and saw what I needed.  On the counter was a steel bottle, hopefully full of cooking oil.  I grabbed it, yanked the top off and poured some into my hand.  Whatever it was, it was thick and slippery and smelled almost impossibly rich, so, savoring the moment, I brought it back to my naked, lust-saddled wife.  I poured the entire bottled out over her belly button, the glistening oil filling it up like a well, then running over and trickling down the vast curves of her belly, small rivulets racing down her sides and over her well-earned stretchmarks, vanishing into the self-indulgent rolls where her hips and her fat back unwillingly yielded to the fullness of her belly.  Oil streamed down between Kelli's bloated breasts, disappearing between their vastness and then a moment later exposed again as it worked its way between her tits and up to her neck, pooling against her slight double chin.

 

            “Ooh, that's so cold on my skin!” Kelli said with a shiver, her nipples hardening and her overstretched areolae rimpling weakly in response, “What are you doing?”

 

            “This,” I said, as I mounted her as gently as I could.

 

            I knew Kelli was already dangerously overburdened, and did my best not to press a knee against the overfed immensity of her belly or brace my hand against the quiversome softness of her replete bosom as I got into position.  She wobbled unsteadily beneath me, waiting, longing for me.  I was ready; I'd wanted her like this for so long; I never imagined we'd actually be together like this.  I knew I had to be gentle, but she wanted me so badly, I told myself I wouldn't hold back if she insisted. 

 

            I felt her oil-filled navel against myself and thrust inside.

 

            Kelli gasped as I forced myself deeper in, gently, slowly, as the oil worked its way deeper into her belly and her body stretched to accept me.  She looked up at me, the immensity of her own figure keeping our faces apart, a look of fear and desire burning in her eyes as I probed deeper and deeper, until I was as far inside as I could go, my stomach flat against the sumptuous curve of her titanic belly, her skin still slightly cool from all the cream she'd forced herself to swallow, her tremendously overfattened breasts straining against my chest.

 

            “Mmm, you're so hard,” Kelli breathed, “I can feel you throbbing inside me.”

 

            “Is it okay?” I asked, “This isn't too much for you?”

 

            “Oh, everything is too much for me right now,” Kelli confessed, “So why don't you just go ahead and give it to me anyway?”

 

            I started slowly; just the way I knew she usually liked it after a long, hard day.  Out then in again and again, Kelli's breath catching in her throat as even the gentlest motion was more than enough to start waves rippling through her invitingly overfilled belly. 

 

            “Ah, I'm so fucking tight around you; are you still getting harder?” Kelli sighed, looking up at me, her arms fatter and her tits more overstretched than they had been just a few seconds before, “Or is it just that I'm still blowing up like a balloon?  Come on, I can feel my skin stretching to hold it all, so, so terribly full- you can be rough if you want; I know you've been waiting for this all evening.  Come on and make your fat little cow of a wife jiggle a little bit more.”

 

            Ever obedient, I started going faster.  The oil and the tightness of Kelli's navel tugged and sucked at me as I drew myself out, and the smooth, tender skin of her belly slapped against me louder and louder as I plunged into her.  She moaned softly, clutching at her bloated breasts as they began to rise and ebb in response as well, rolling against her forswollen belly one moment, then surging forcefully over her plump arms the next, hundreds of pounds of supple breast-flesh quivering as I drove myself into her again and again. 

 

            Kelli's sucked in a sharp breath- she tightened around me again; I couldn't believe how much fatter she'd become since she finished the cream.  For a fleeting moment I worried that she wasn't going to be able to walk after this, and then an instant later felt myself becoming even more aroused at the idea of having a wife so lusciously full-figured that all she could do with her time was lay around eating and begging me to satisfy her desires. 

 

            “Please, give me more!  This is what I need!” Kelli pleaded, “Oh, I can't even tell you how it feels, all this weight, all the fullness, the pressure churning inside of me, hammering against all my most delicate places from the inside!  My thighs are so heavy now, my lips feel like they've been pumped so full of fat they're ready to burst- Oh, I don't think I've ever been this horny before!  Come on- I need it harder!  I don't care if my boobs are too sore for me to breathe after this, I need you to take me, own me, treat me like your overfilled sex toy and make me come until I lose my mind!”

 

            Kelli's eyes rolled back in her head as I redoubled my efforts.  Slap–slap–slap, her belly smacked against me as I pounded her.  Her entire body was quaking beneath me, heaving and quivering as if she contained- only barely- a raging sea.  I could feel her rising higher, her belly growing more swollen by the second, her breasts creaking like wet balloons as they submissively accepted more and more fat to be pumped into them.  Her hips, her thighs, slapped against the floor, rolls and mountains and plumped up arms and massive legs all rolling against each other, Kelli wincing at each bump and jolt as if she was being whipped.  As enormous as she was, I could feel her heart hammering even faster than my own.  She tightened around me again, and if I hadn't been so completely rigid there was no way I could have forced myself back into her, with or without the oil that I'd poured into her waiting navel.

 

            Kelli screamed, a wordless undulating shriek of ecstasy and pain, peaking each time the maelstrom inside her surged down against her femininity, broken for a second as she gasped for breath before her bloated breasts covered her face.  She had asked for all she could take, and I was determined to give her every last ounce.  I reached out across the endless undulant curve of her breasts, the delicate rugose skin of her tortured areolae, found her hard, pert little nipples and gave them a savage pinch.

 

            She cried so loudly that I almost expected the lights to shatter about us, her ragged cry of rapture echoing off the hard tiles of the floor, as she convulsed helplessly beneath me, her breath coming desperate and irregular now.

 

            “Okay- oh- you've made me come-,” Kelli urged, “Come on, you go ahead and finish up too- I think I've had about as much as I can take right now.”

 

            I don't know how I hadn't come already, but somehow I wasn't ready yet.  My wife's desperation, her pleasure-wracked form shuddering beneath me, gaining even as she trembled with excess was incredible, and I wasn't ready for it to end.

 

            “Please,” she insisted, “Everything just feels so tender right now; you've got to come!  I've been blown up to ten times as big as I was and it's too much; I can't take you fucking my belly like you're trying to make me pop much longer!”

 

            I tried to hurry, going faster, harder as I willed myself to climax even as Kelli whimpered and trembled at my touch.  I was close, so close as I felt her ballooning ever fatter, her body practically groaning as she was forced to endure more and more and more, more weight, more fullness, more pleasure, more than was safe, more than she could possibly hope to stand.

 

            “Ahh, stop it, please!” she pleaded again, tears streaming from her eyes, “I'm going to burst!”

 

            Finally I exploded deep into her sumptuously fertile belly, pumping what felt like a gallon of hot cream into the depths of her navel, her fat-gorged belly constricting around me, her body spasming with ponderous helplessness as she cried again with release.

 

            We lay there for what felt like an hour, the aftershocks of our union slowly fading as the tempest surging inside Kelli gradually subsided, her body hot and oily and sweat-slickened beneath mine, until she was done panting and gasping for breath, her lush bosom no longer heaving, but gently rising and falling in rhythm with her breathing, the deep quiet sound of her skin stretching as she grew fatter diminishing until it seemed that the cream she had swallowed had finished its work.

 

            “Oh, I think it's finally over,” Kelli said hopefully, patting at the nearest reaches of her prodigious bosom hesitantly, “Mmm, if I'd known that getting my huge belly fucked by you was this much fun, I think I would have started force-feeding myself months ago.  Still, no reason not to make up for lost time now.  Here, I think it's going to take me a while before I'm used to breathing with four hundred pounds of tits pressing down on my lungs; can you help me sit up for a second before we find out if I still fit in the van?”

 

            “Yeah, sure thing,” I agreed, suddenly feeling self-conscious at the two of us being so shamelessly exposed in the back room of a popular bakery, even after hours, “Just give me a second here-”

 

            I climbed off of Kelli, trying again not to poke too hard at any of her more desperately overfattened areas, her belly button giving me one last tug as I pulled free.  She gave me a smile of knowing adoration as I walked around to her head, grabbed her soft, heavy shoulders and, with as much help as she was able to give, heaved her upright.  Kelli winced as the underside of her belly smacked against the hard floor with a slap, accompanied a split second later by the sound of her breasts striking its top in a similar fashion, and I could tell from the way she tried to support her unwieldy bosom with her arms, almost too fat now for her to lift, that so much sudden movement was something that her excruciatingly overfed breasts could have done just fine without.

 

            I stared at Kelli, awed.  I thought my wife had already been the ne plus ultra of overindulgent femininity, but now that her figure had been forcibly laded with at least a couple hundred more pounds, I felt like I finally knew what seductive excess looked like.  She sat fully a foot and three quarters higher on the bare floor than she would have just a couple hours before, the boundless gallons of fat that had been pumped into her receptive behind buoying the rest of her unsteadily aloft, while her hips, admittedly bulging out at least in part because of her weight, spread out nearly as wide as she was tall, six feet in they were an inch, somehow giving Kelli the suggestions of an hourglass figure even with the burden of her phenomenally fattened belly.  Her legs, from hip to foot, looked like they'd been glutted with every ounce of fat they could safely hold and then an extra hundred pounds on top of that.  I almost couldn't tell where her knees were anymore, so deeply submerged they were under a layer of fat so thick that her legs looked like overstuffed sausages, her calves now fattened to the point that they bulged and billowed out over her ankles, overladen with such spectacular fullness that they touched the tops of her feet.  Her thighs were three times as swollen at least; and from the way Kelli distractedly rubbed them together, I could tell that the soft, overwhelming pressure of so much jigglesome fat had to be stimulating her inmost and boundlessly sensitive places.  Her upper arms were as fat as her thighs had been when she was already five hundred pounds, bulging, wobbling out over her elbows, spilling out against her well-padded forearms, mashing and squeezing against the swollen rolls that defined her sides, her hands seeming almost impossibly petite as they clutched vainly at her breasts.

 

            Then again, I thought, any hands would look tiny compared to Kelli's breasts now.  Her bosom was simply staggering; her titanic melons each fully three and a half feet across, burying her huge belly even as it hefted them upwards, lolling out across her massive thighs, resting against the foremost quarter of her hips and yet still so vast and supple that had Kelli's ass been any least ginormous that it was, they would have rested against the floor as well.  There was just too much of them to quite take in, an endless sea of alabaster skin, faint blue veins wending across them here and there.  Underneath, where her skin had been most savagely stretched to contain such a voluptuous bounty, livid stretchmarks bloomed in abundance, while her areolae, once perfect circles small enough to be covered by a half-dollar, had their tender surface tortured into tantalizing mix of goose bumps as they tried to tighten against the cool air, and opalescent lines where the sheer bulk of fat being poured into her bosom had strained and distorted their delicate shape, while her nipples, though still achingly hard, remained smaller than the last joint of her little finger.

 

            “So, I know there's a lot more of me to take in now; and believe me, you're going to have plenty of opportunity to get to know every inch of it,” Kelli said with a lopsided smile, “But maybe you'd better look a little closer to home if you're trying to take inventory of all the big changes going on around here, hmm?”

 

            I wasn't even thinking about what she's said; just kind of glanced down at myself and jumped back in surprise, now staring.

 

            “Yeah, looks like I'm not the only one whose done some growing tonight; no wonder I kept feeling tighter and tighter while you fucked my belly,” she said, indecently pleased with herself, “Oh, if you think that's impressive, you should have been looking when you pulled out and it was still hard; I swear you must have been twelve inches long.”

 

            “Seriously?” I asked, actually reaching down now to grab my freshly-enhanced member, and discovering that I was now too thick for me to wrap my hand all the way around, “But how- I mean, do you think it's permanent?”

 

            “Mmm, I hope so,” Kelli said, licking her lips, “and don't bother holding on to it like that; if you think it looks impressive right now, just wait until you see my delicate little hands trying to handle it.  As for how, I'm guessing that whatever that oil you pulled off the counter was, it was for more than just keeping Chrissie's cakes from sticking to the pan.”

 

            “Damn, are you sure you'll be okay?” I asked, “I mean, if it does stay like this, when we're having sex, I mean?”

 

            “I think I'll survive,” she said, sounding anything but worried, “I mean, for most positions, now there's a lot more of me to penetrate before you hit home, so a few extra inches aren't going to give me any trouble, and if it does turn out to be more than I'm ready to take, well, almost all of me has had to stretch a lot tonight to hold all these luscious new curves; if it takes a little while before I can take your full length without screaming the instant you put it in, I think I'll survive.”

 

            “Well, where do we go from here?” I asked, still trying to wrap my mind around all of this.

 

            “Right now, we go home.  I'm exhausted, so stuffed I can barely breathe, and so obscenely fattened up that I started feeling like I might pop at least two hundred pounds ago, so you can just imagine how exquisitely overfilled I feel now.  I mean, it's not that bad, don't worry, but yeah, maybe try to make sure my tits don't hit any sharp corners while you're getting me out to the van,” Kelli said, in what I prayed was only a joke, “Even if I hadn't shredded all my clothes about half a ton ago, none of them would fit me now, so why don't you see if you can still zip your pants up and then try and find me something to cover up at least some of this, so if we get pulled over on the way home you won't have to explain the stupendous voluptuous naked woman in the back of the van?”

 

            My pants, well, if this was permanent I was going to have to start buying a looser cut if I didn't want everyone around to know that I'd had a bit of a growth spurt, while as for finding something for my immensely buxom bride, I didn't exactly meet with success either.  All the normal clothes in the workroom lockers (and normal here meant tailored for Chrissie and her boss who, judging by the couple of dresses we found in her office, was, if anything, even more generously-proportioned than our waitress) were clearly too small.  I was just about resigned to trying to pin together a few spare tablecloths when I opened a dusty cardboard box under the coat rack and found it was full of neatly folded lavender  t shirts, each bearing the words “My other shirt didn't survive Dairy Week 2013, and this one isn't doing so well either!” along with a colorful print of Chrissie and Mara, cupcakes and spatulas triumphantly in hand, dressed like stereotypical milkmaids with their bustlines exaggerated to even more cartoonish proportions than usual.  The shirts seemed to be in a variety of sizes, all varying degrees of enormous, and I finally found one that could have doubled as a parachute, the collar tag covered by such an endless litany of X's that I didn't even bother to count them all.

 

            “Here hon; try this,” I said, turning to my wife and discovering, to my amazement, that she had somehow managed to stand up, though she was leaning heavily against the doorframe, trying so desperately to catch her breath that I half-expected her heaving bosom to smack her in the face.

 

            “Okay, let's see if this is enough to protect my beautiful girth from the prying eyes of the world,” Kelli said as she strained to lift her arms up enough to get the shirt on over her head, before trying to pull it down to cover herself, “Phew, I hadn't thought about how much extra pulling getting dressed is going to take now that I'm enormous; can you give me a hand or two out in front here?  I've got about a foot and a half more boob than I'm ever going to reach without some help.”

 

            When we finally got the shirt pulled down all the way, it was obvious that this was better than just stepping out naked, but not by very much.  Even as generously cut as it was, the short sleeves still fit Kelli's arms like sausage casings, while her breasts stretched the picture on the front so badly that I couldn't have told you what the words were if I didn't already know.  The bottom-most several inches of her bosom peeked out from the lower edge, to say nothing of her belly that still reached her knees, while all attempts to stretch the thin fabric over her ass just resulted in the shirt riding up as soon as she moved, exposing her massive, jigglesome cheeks to anyone passing by.

 

            “Do you want me to try and tie together some curtains or something?” I asked helpfully.

 

            “You know what?” my wife said, “I'm tired, it's late enough there probably isn't anyone to see us out there, and even if there is, I get the feeling that flagrantly full-figured women waddling out of this place in less than a fully-dressed condition isn't exactly a rare occurrence.  So how about I wait in here, you bring the van around to the delivery door, and we go home and try to get some sleep before we need to hit the road in the morning.”

 

            “Okay, anything else?” I asked, relieved to know that Kelli was adapting to all of this so well.

 

            “Oh, yeah, take my purse, but first give me my phone,” she said, “I know you ordered a trailer big enough to hold all our stuff as long as we filled up the van too, but I'm thinking maybe I ought to see if there's still time to upgrade to something a bit larger, I'm pretty sure I won't be riding shotgun anymore unless you do some serious remodeling.”

 

            “Cool, got it,” I said as I retried her purse and placed her phone in her chubby hand, “It that everything?”

 

            “Just one other thing,” Kelli said with a smile, leaning in and pinning me against the wall, her pendulous breasts huge and full against me, her t-shirt sounding like it was going to rip open any second as she squeezed me between her lush mountains, her indulgent belly rubbing against me until I felt myself getting hard again, then finally close enough for a long, deep, passionate kiss that left me ready to strip her naked again and see if she had been honest about being ready to take everything I had to give her, “I know I'm not going to be much help in moving; I can barely stand up, but once we get into the new house in Pittsburgh, I am going to show you just what a lucky man you are, at least three or four times a day, even if it leaves me bedridden for the next month.  Anything else?”

 

            “I've got it,” I said with a smile as she released me from her fulsome prison, “Though if you're going to get me all turned-on like that, you'd better be prepared to give me at least one encore tonight.”

 

            “Just get me home,” Kelli breathed, “and I'll be out of this shirt and on my knees before you've even shut the bedroom door.”