Warning: This story contains weight gain, boob embiggenment, and other naughty womanly enhancements, as well as some pretty serious sexytimes business.  If that’s not your thing, there are literally a million other stories to read in the world.  If all that sounds like what you’re looking for though, then just keep right on reading and I’ll do my utmost not to disappoint.

 

Closing Time, Part 3

 

By: Kodos

 

            Kelli and I had been in Pittsburgh for a few months now.  We were both lucky enough to have landed good jobs, me working at an auto mechanic's (not where I'd planned to be, but at least I was paying the bills and learning a lot about cars) and her doing translation and digital cleanup on some charred manuscripts that had recently turned up in some lesser-known coeval of Pompeii, which happily meant that she could work entirely from home, not only because when we arrived she was still so overwhelmed by her new weight (and how could she be otherwise, having gained fully seven hundred pounds in the space of a couple hours, most of it concentrated in all the jiggliest places, severely curtailing her ability to control her own body), the fact that as much as my wife loved being the only woman in town with breasts bigger than boulders and heavier than waterbeds (the competition back home had been a bit fiercer) the thought of finding clothes that made her even remotely decent for public life was an endless problem, and that as much as she relished sharing her staggeringly voluptuous form with me, she was understandably reluctant to land an job interview and then wobble into the office weighing more than everyone on the hiring panel combined, even the most conservative attempt as business dress failing utterly to hide the fact that she was, as far as we knew, the most spectacularly endowed woman north of the Mason-Dixon Line- her tits were so huge that when she sat down they'd probably cover at least half of the conference table, and if they had her sit on anything narrower than a full-length sofa, her stupendously over-fattened hips and ass would almost certain split its arms off, spill over both sides like a pair of overfilled water balloons balanced on a Rubik's Cube, and then send the entire thing collapsing to the floor, though possibly not in that order.

 

            I wasn't surprised then, when I arrived home, exhausted after a day of wrestling transmissions into cars suspended overhead, the grease and grime only just washed off me in the basement sink minutes before, to find my lovely bride upstairs in bed, the king-sized bedspread draped skimpily over her buxom form, tablet clasped in one plump hand, brow furrowed winsomely at a screen full of crabbed and arcane script, both elbows sunk deep into the yielding expanse of her bosom, her arms far too thick and heavy for her to hold up for more than a few seconds, their own more-than-ample burden of fat making them spread out impressively against the upper regions of Kelli's even more impressively self-indulgent breasts.

 

            “Welcome home, hon,” she said, laying her work aside and looking at me with adoring eyes, “I heard you come in a few minutes ago, but I figured you'd probably had a busy day and wanted a chance to clean up, and then come up and find me waiting here in bed for you.  How was work?”

 

            “Ah, just busy,” I said, “Everything's good, but I feel like I could just fall into bed and not wake up for a couple of days right now.  How goes the translating?”

 

            “Oh, it couldn't be better,” Kelli enthused, glancing for a moment back towards her work pad, “I'm working on a hitherto lost fragment from the works of Epicurus, and he's one of my favorites, so every new line is such a treat!  But I do get lonely stuck here by myself all day, so it's ever so nice to see you home.”

 

            “Well, after eight hours of heavy lifting, I'm not sure if I'm going to be quite so nice as you're hoping,” I said, quite clear on what my wife was hoping for and fervently wishing that I weren't quite so tired from work, “but I'm glad you've had a good day.”

 

            “Oh, are you sure you're really too tired?” Kelli implored, sitting up and casting the blanket aside invitingly, “I've been missing you all day.”

 

            She was naked except for a pair of playfully lacy and extremely generously-tailored panties stretched around a waist nearly ten feet in circumference, all but hidden between her lush thighs and enormous belly, with just a straining strip of trim biting into the tender expanse of her huge hips.  Her breasts were bare and unrestrained.  What was the point of wearing a bra around the house anyway?  Her boobs were so massive that they would tear through anything shy of reinforced Kevlar like it was tissue paper, and since Kelli wasn't doing much walking anyway, any bra strong enough to support her trembling mountains would cut into the rolls of her back like a knife, and laying in bed all day at least let her pale, tremulous melons spill out across the mattress more comfortably, though the bed sagged beneath her weight, bedsprings groaning in resignation each time she moved.

 

            “Hey now; I've taken care of you every night this week, not that it hasn't been fun too,” I admitted smiling at her, “At least let me sit down and have a beer or something before you expect me to come and ravish you on a Thursday night.”

 

            “Aww, but during my nap today I had the naughtiest dreams about you, and you know that I'm so full and swollen in front that I can't reach myself well enough to really get the job done now that I'm so fat,” Kelli protested, “My tits, my belly, my arms, my thighs, I'm just so luscious and heavy that I can't begin to finish myself off, and I've been laying here in bed all day, reading the most salacious Roman stuff you've ever seen, just waiting for you and that big, swollen cock of yours to come home and fuck me until I'm too sore and satisfied to do anything more than lay in bed moaning your name deliriously.”

 

            To tell the truth, Kelli had already convinced me the second she threw off the bedspread and laid bare all her quiversome curves, but she was going on like she'd be willing to do anything if it meant getting me into bed tonight, so I decided I'd string her along just a little bit to see just what she might be tempted to offer.

 

            “Come on, let me get a good night's sleep and I'll be ready to give you anything you're willing to take in the morning,” I protested, “Look, I've been working my butt off for the last ten hours; I'm so beat I probably couldn't even get it up right now no matter what you do, and if you haven't forgotten you're the one who woke me up at five this morning wanting to suck me off and then have lead me into the shower to start your day with a bang, so don't even act like I've been failing at my husbandly duties.  I know you're all turned on right now, and you know I hate to disappoint you, but I don't want you to be all frustrated when I really can't satisfy you right now.”

 

            “So, if I can get you hard tonight, then you'll come here ravish me?” Kelli asked playfully, “Because if that's the game, challenge accepted.”

 

            “Ha, alright,” I agreed, shooting her a smile, “If you can get me to stand up straight without touching me, then yeah, I'll give you what you want.”

 

            “Oh, so you want to watch me show off a little bit to get you in the mood?” my wife said brightly, “Or are you hoping I'll talk dirty to you; tell you all the embarrassingly naughty things I'm just dying for you to do to my lush, juicy body?  Okay, I think I can play by those rules.  Let's start with this.”

 

            With surprising grace, Kelli slid off the bed, the bare wood floor creaking beneath her feet, her enormous ass still weighing down on the mattress as she leaned back.

 

            “So, you know how after Chrissie and you fattened me up until I was ready to burst, I could barely even walk; I was just too heavy- I hardly knew where my body even ended, and I know you've enjoyed having me so helpless and weak and vulnerable.  You can't know how much of a thrill it is when you come home ready for action and I tell you I'm feeling tired and you just push me down on the bed or the kitchen floor and take me?  Oh, I love it when you just take charge and make me go from whining about how I'm sore from walking up the stairs after dinner or I ate too much and my belly's still tender, to five minutes later crying for you to give it to me harder and smack my ass while you're at it.  But I'm finally getting adjusted to being this size; walking isn't nearly as much of an ordeal as it used to be, and that means I just might be up for a few things that I just know you've been missing since I put on a few hundred pounds.  I won't just have to lie there while you have your way with me; I think I'm finally feeling strong enough for a turn in the driver's seat tonight.  You used to love it when I'd throw you down on the middle of the bed and ride you; if you decide you're up for things tonight after all, I think I'd like to give that a try.  Sure, every inch of me will probably be aching so bad tomorrow that I'll be regretting it all weekend, but I'm willing to take that risk.”

 

            Kelli looked at me expectantly, as if she were waiting for me to tear off my pants and come bend her over our bed, but when I just stood there, smiling but unmoved; she reached down, and began caressing her expansive middle.

 

            “Mmm, don't you want to come and play with my massive belly?” she asked, pouting winsomely as she gave her ample curves an inviting squeeze, “I wonder how many hundreds of pounds of fat I've got stuffed in my middle?  Playing with it makes me feel so sexy, how it wobbles like jello when I touch it, the way all that soft, indulgent flesh spills out between my fingers when I grab it nice and hard.  Sometimes I like to get naked when you're not home and open a few windows; there's something so exciting about feeling it get a little cold in the chilly air, and then taking a long, steamy shower, or better yet, spending some time under the covers with you when you get home until it's all hot and slick with sweat again.  Come on, doesn't seeing it like this, all naked and exposed make you want to fuck me?  You can stick your cock in my belly button if you want; I know you like burying yourself so hard in all this soft, quivering fat, making my huge belly bounce and jiggle until you shoot your load deep into my swollen rolls while I beg for more.  No?”

 

            Kelli gave me a disappointed look as she stopped fondling her belly, before a playful glint shone in her eyes and she turned away from me, her hands splayed out against the far wall, bending over and thrusting her massive ass towards me.  All I could see of her panties was a small, staining triangle of lace just above her lusciously glutted cheeks, stretch away from the small of her back across the spreading shelf of her behind, along with the deep furrows that its over-matched waistband was digging into her lush hips.  Opulent rolls of fat billowed down Kelli's sides, the lowest of them resting heavily on her plumped-up rump, her entire body quaking invitingly as she shook her ass in front of me, finally looking back at me, her fat chin resting against her amply-cushioned shoulder.

 

            “Come on, don't tell me that the sight of me shaking my big, juicy ass at you isn't getting you in the mood?” she asked, frustrated, before reaching back and giving her overdeveloped derriere a forceful slap that sent ripples coursing through most of her body, “Don't act like you aren't already fantasizing about taking me from behind; when I first put on all this weight it was the only position I could take.  I was just too huge and heavy and helpless to do anything myself, and so two, maybe three times a day, tired or not, you had me on the floor, my belly and boobs straining under the weight of both of us as you just forced your way between my thighs, laying on top of my soft, quivering cheeks and just fucked me until we were both exhausted.  I always came so many times I lost count, passed out, and by the time I woke up you were on top of me again.  Mmm, these poor panties are just too tight; I bet all would take is one good jiggle or two to split their seams wide open.  I know you love it when I burst out of my clothes, whether it was back in the bakery when I was guzzling cream and gaining sixty pounds a minute or just when I'm waddling around the house and nothing I find online seems to be sturdy enough to contain all my tender, womanly flesh.  I know you love fucking me from behind, the way it makes me go wild just makes you get harder and harder until you explode inside of me, pumping me full of your cum, so are you ready to give it to me good and hard yet?”

 

            By some miracle of self-control, plus the fact that I really was that tired tonight, I still wasn't standing at attention, even though thirty seconds of this sort of display from my wife was usually more than enough to get me up and burning with desire, but tonight I just managed to stand there, looking more than a little entertained at the sight of Kelli's growing frustration as she frowned at me, before smiling again, and inhaling until her lungs must have ached, accentuating her already-spectacular bosom even more.  Beaming, Kelli tottered over to the far side of the bed and heaved them forwards, her ponderous udders hitting the bed so hard I could hear springs creaking and skin straining as she flinched from the impact.  Kelli's breasts took up nearly half the bed; a few inches larger and her bosom would have pressed against the headboard and hung over the foot of the bed, the top of each breast fully two and a half feet above the bedspread, as Kelli grinned beguilingly, lacing her fingers together and resting her pillowy arms atop the gently rising bulk of her bust, then laying her chin on the back of her hands and looking up at me lustfully.

 

            “So even these monsters aren't enough to make you man up and give me what I'm yearning for?” Kelli asked in disbelief, giving a little wriggle that set the countless gallons of fat in her swollen breasts churning like an angry sea, barely contained by her alabaster skin, “Doesn't it make you hot just seeing them spread out like this for you?  Each one of my tits weighs more than you do, and I'm still not enough woman for you tonight?  I don't know how you can't be turned on by all this supple, pliant flesh; I spend every moment of my day with them hanging from my body and just feeling them brush against the bed here is enough to get me all lathered up.  Every last soft, swollen inch of them is just aching for your touch; anything you want to do with them tonight is yours for the asking.  Do you want me to lay on my back so you can sit on my belly and titty-fuck me until I'm half smothered under their weight?  Just give the word.  Do you want me on top, burying your face under these sweet, heavy melons while you bury your dick in me?  I'm all yours.  You know, sometimes when I'm tired, and dragging these behemoths around the house all day does tucker a girl out, I just need a little something different to get me in the mood.  My laundry basket is right over there in the corner, how about you gag me with a handkerchief so you can enjoy your big-titted wife without having to listen to her talk, then get out my bag of clothespins and clamp one onto each of my nipples?  They're so thick and sensitive I can't imagine how much it would hurt, but you know I'm so huge, and my poor arms are so heavy I can barely lift them; I'd be completely at your mercy.  If you're feeling frustrated with me pestering you like this at the end of a long day, you could always take that out on the twins too, abuse them a little, nothing too rough, just a bit of slapping and pinching, enough to teach me a lesson, a few bruises for the next few days to remind me not to be such a mouthy little tease.  Of course, there's a chance that if you do that I'll go and develop a taste for that sort of treatment, and this time next week you'll be coming home to find me handcuffed to this bed, begging you to take a riding crop to these huge, bloated breasts of mine.  Ohh, being so horny must be making me reckless; I'm so big, so overfilled that sometimes I just bump into the door frame and feel like I'll explode- the last thing these tits need is you handling them like you're trying to discover exactly how much punishment they can endure, and of course, even when I'm whimpering that my poor girls can't take another stroke, you can always roll me over and give me a good, hard spanking.  How about that; do you think you might be up for working out your frustrations on my two extra large punching bags here?”

 

            I didn't know what to think- I'd never guessed that Kelli fantasized about that kind of thing, and any other night I would have been on her in a second, if not giving her quite the scourging she was describing, at least grabbing and pinching those magnificent mountains of hers until they were livid pink, red and throbbing.  Still, there was something about how urgent she made all this sound, something that made me curious to see just how far she was willing to go, how much she was willing to promise just to get laid tonight, that made me stand my ground.

 

            “I'm sorry- look, I'm gonna get changed, go downstairs and warm up a bit of dinner, take a shower, and come up in bit and maybe I'll be ready to give you some attention,” I protested, “Believe me, it's not that you don't put on an absolutely breathtaking show, I just don't want to write you a check that I'm not up to cashing right now.”

 

            I turned away from her as I slipped out of my work clothes, ready to pull on some well-worn flannel pants to lounge about in, when I heard a singular rustling and turned to see Kelli, still leaning heavily atop her bosom, but with a small box, printed in festive pastels, clutched tightly in one plump hand, a small card dangling from it by a short bit of ribbon.

 

            “Well, if getting my way with you is going to take drastic steps, then I suppose you're only leaving me one choice,” Kelli sighed, absent-mindedly drawing the package through her cleavage, “Do you know what I have here?”

 

            “Well, it's a little small for a basket from the Easter Bunny,” I ventured, “and don't tell me you've got found a pair of fuzzy handcuffs and a ball-gag in there, because I think I might actually believe you.”

 

            “Even better,” Kelli said, pinching the card between thumb and forefinger and inspecting it attentively, “This, is a little care package from Chrissie.  She asks how we're doing, says we're more than welcome to come back for breakfast, dinner, lunch, and all of the above, next time we're in the neighborhood, and even included a picture of how her figure has developed since Mara got home and found out what she had done to me, which I am not going to show you, because I'm not sure I could stand the sight of you getting all hard seeing Chrissie tied to a kitchen chair, naked, smeared with frosting, and licking her lips after being force-fed an entire week's worth of leftover pastries, when all my feminine wiles haven't been enough to get the job done.”

 

            “So, are you saying we need to take a road trip and fatten you up some more?” I teased, admittedly very curious about the photo.

 

            “Mmm, that's the best part, hon, we don't even need to leave this bedroom,” Kelli purred, “Chrissie sent a long a few choice morsels to spice things up for us, and if they aren't enough to bring you into my arms and a few other places besides, then you'd better go to a coroner and have yourself checked out tomorrow because I'll be worried you might actually be dead.”

 

            “Oh, and what exactly do these treats do?” I asked, keen to find out where all this was going, “Or do I just have to wait and see?”

 

            “Telling you would ruin half the fun,” Chrissie admonished me, reaching into the box and pulling out a chocolate so dark it seemed to draw the room's light into itself, “Don't worry; I don't expect you'll have too much trouble figuring out just what each one of these does for your little wife's figure.”

 

            And with that, she popped the chocolate into her mouth, savored it for a drawn-out moment, and swallowed.  For a pregnant moment, nothing happened; my wife and I staring at each other expectantly.  Then I heard it- low and deep, like I was standing right over a hidden, but wild and thundering subterranean river.  Kelli heard it too; an instant later, she gave a cry of shock, shivered, and clutched protectively at her bosom, and then it happened.  Swiftly, Kelli's breasts began to swell.  I had seen her growing before, witnessed her modest bustline ballooning into the massive pair of melons she now sported at the bakery while Chrissie pumped her up with cream, but this time it was different. 

 

            Full and overfattened as they were, Kelli's breasts had remained soft and yielding up until now, but now I could see the pressure inside of them increasing.  The way they billowed and strained, the look of pain and tension on her face as they gained another three inches of breadth and who could guess how many pounds of weight as she leaned back against the bed in resignation, her burgeoning breasts resting ever more burdensome on her expansive thighs.  They bulged away from her chest pneumatically, as if someone were inflating them with air, the faded stretchmarks that had accompanied her first memorable round of gaining returning with a vengeance as the tender flesh of her bosom was forced to submit to another bout of violent enlargement.  She struggled to stifle a scream as her areolae were stretched out broader, their pale, rugose skin swiftly taking on a tempting shade of pink.  Her nipples, which despite all Kelli's growth and frequent encouragement from me, had remained small and pert up to this moment, began to swell, ripening before my eyes to double their size, and then, with a creaking that sounded positively excruciating, popping out to the size of champagne corks, so red they flirted with purple, and throbbing.  Though my wife's breasts were scarcely six inches wider than before, they had taken on the aspect of overfilled balloons, thrusting away from her plump body like a pair of engorged torpedoes, her skin taut and glistening as I watched the first heavy white drops of milk form and drip from her nipples.

 

            “Holy cow Kel,” I stammered in awe, “Your boobs, they're leaking milk!”

 

            “Mmm- I know; that's just- what I was hoping for,” Kelli gasped, her breath coming in shallow bursts, smiling through her obvious discomfort, as if all this were in perfect accordance with her plans, “Ooh, I asked Chrissie if she had anything that would make my big fat tits all wet and milky, dripping with cream.  It seemed like- such a waste to have a pair of breasts like this and not put them to their proper womanly work.  Mmm, just think of all the fun we can have with these- I can't wait to feel you sucking on them- I can see just the thought of it's getting you all turned on- feeling your tongue, your mouth wrapped around my bloated tips.  They feel like they're ready to pop; so tender and hard, so exquisitely tight it's driving me mad, just waiting for your attention.  Or maybe you'd like to torture me a little bit before you take me to heaven and back- leave me here languishing with my breasts brimming with milk- watching them getting fuller and fuller while I beg you to come milk me.  Imagine me twice this size, pinned to the ground by my overfilled milkbags, or even triple this, with even the floor groaning under their weight, my skin tight as a drum, stretched so far that they'll never be nice and round and perky again.  Ooh, I'd do anything you wanted if it meant you'd take the pressure away, keep them from growing even more dangerously full; I'd take it any way you wanted to give it to me- I'd submit to anything if it meant you'd look after my poor, distended tits.  Of course, after that kind of abuse they'd never be quite the same; I hope you'd still love me with a set of indecently heavy hangers reaching nearly to my knees, too soft and stretched-out to support themselves, my aching nipples pointing towards the floor, brushing against my trembling belly.  Oh, but I bet I could think of ways to please you even like that; just imagine burying that long, hard cock of yours in between my divinely soft breasts, all that tender, feminine flesh yielding so submissively to you, wobbling helplessly whenever I moved, keeping me off balance so badly that I might as well be immobile, even more confined to bed than I am already.”

 

            Kelli had done it, between the sight of her huge boobs swelling up with milk and the fact that she had obviously given a lot of thought to the different ways we could explore her new charms had me ready to go, and she knew it, but as her breasts were gently laden with more and more, she seemed to savor the chance to tantalize me.

 

            “I bet if I bent over the bed with tits like that, all doughy and supple right after you'd drained them, they'd probably cover the whole mattress and spill over the sides,” Kelli suggested, turning and heaving her milk-glutted melons onto the bed, twin steams of cream spraying from her peaks as her saturated bosom pounded the mattress, covering a generous portion of it even in her present condition, “You could just stretch out on them and take a nap on them- your own personal twin waterbeds.  Or maybe we could do that, but instead of only dreaming about me, I could just suck you off while you lay on my warm, yielding breasts, feeling them quake and jiggle under you while I tried to see how many inches of that big cock of your I could take without choking.  And of course, I know you love how I whimper and try to hold onto my tits when you're giving it to me rough; just imagine taking me from behind, my poor, overstretched breasts hanging down, slapping against my belly and the edge of the bed, or the kitchen counter or the shower wall while you fucked me, until I was so sore and bruised that I wouldn't be able to touch them for days.  And of course, if you ever got bored with me and my fat, pendulous udders, you could just decide you weren't going to milk me for a couple days- it's not like I'll be able to do it without your help, after all- and enjoy the show as they filled back up with milk, until they're as plump and juicy or as agonizingly distended as you prefer me before you finally decided that my body pleased you enough for you to give me what I crave.  Does any of that sound like fun to you?”

 

            “Okay, you've convinced me,” I confessed, shedding my clothes as if my wife needed any help seeing that I was fully ready to show her just how right she was about her being able to get me in the mood no matter how hard my day had been, “Here, you still feel like being on top, or does the weight of all that cream make it a better idea to lay those milkers on something soft while we have some fun?”

 

            “Mmm, I'm not sure; all this extra weight, the tightness- it's so exhilarating, I think I could go for almost anything right now, even though I'm so full and heavy that I really should be more careful,” Kelli purred, hefting her bosom off the bed and rolling her hips enticingly as she swayed towards me, one plump arm reaching down to grab me- she gave a teasing giggle, withdrew her hand and gave me a coy wink, “Then again, I've been burning for you all day long, and now that you're finally willing to come show me some love, I'm supposed to surrender to you just like that?  Maybe I want to see you be frustrated, just for a little while, before I welcome you to embrace all my abounding delights.  And of course, that little care package from Chrissie does have one or two other treats inside that I might want to sample- since I'm feeling adventurous tonight- how about you watch this show a little bit longer, and if the sight of your sensually swollen wife becoming even more spectacular doesn't make you blow your load all over my fat, milky tits before I'm done growing, then maybe- just maybe, I'll be in the mood to fuck.  Anyway, right now I just need you to shut up and watch, because I'm still hungry and feeling my tits stretching like this makes me so horny I'm just drunk on needing that same sensation all over my big, lusciously bloated body.”

 

            My wife picked up the small box from Chrissie, flinching awkwardly as her elbows dug into her freshly-overfilled breasts, her enlarged mammaries protesting audibly at even the gentlest pressure now, weak streams of milk leaking from her throbbing nipples at the slightest provocation.  She drew out a chocolate sin the shape of a pear.  Wrapped in metallic green foil- which she quickly stripped off- it was almost the size of Kelli's small fist, and far too big for her to eat in one bite.  After staring at it intently for a moment, she shrugged gamely, bit off about the top third or so, and smiled as it melted on her lips.  She swallowed, opened her mouth for another bite, then suddenly dropped the rest of the chocolate with a muffled cry, grabbing frantically at the bed for support as her legs threatened to buckle beneath her.

 

            Her belly was blowing up.  Even overshadowed by her ponderous, milky jugs, Kelli's lush middle was becoming even more replete and this time it was not coming slow and gently.  It bulged outwards as if someone had jammed a firehose attached to a vat full of jello down her throat and turned up the pressure as high as it would go.  She grasped at her billowing girth desperately, the spectacular crescent of her belly growing more convex by the second, ballooning wider, spreading as already-brimming rolls of fat along its sides were pumped up to even more opulent proportions, her panties soon cutting deep clefts in between Kelli's blossoming hips and her pleasure-glutted belly.  In less than a minute, it hung to her plump knees, as her navel, wide, indulgently deep and about the same level as her hips, looked small against the great rounded immensity of a belly that projected fully a yard in front of her.  Kelli whimpered and shivered as her belly was saturated with more; I could only guess effect all that weight, such a surfeit of quivering pliable fat was having on her soft and feminine depths, so much tightness and warmth and extravagance pressing in on her tenderest and most sensitive of places, the wet, hot inner walls of her body taut with fat, waiting for me to enter her and stretch them just as forcefully to the other extreme, Kelli's achingly sodden womanhood caught between my unrelenting lust for her and the burdensome fullness of her own body.

 

            My wife's belly was compelled to hold yet more, quivering with tantalizing softness, yet straining against unimaginable repletion.  The stretchmarks which dappled it flared back in the dim light of the nightstand lamp, bright and rough as the yielding expanse of Kelli's middle was pumped full more swiftly and violently than her body could hope to bear for long.  Her belly alone had to weigh more four hundred pounds now, yet it trembled like a soap bubble as Chrissie's largesse inflated it to ever more desperately exaggerated dimensions.  She had become so massive in front now that her belly was beginning to push even her prodigious breasts apart, the once-tight channel of her cleavage widening, opening until it revealed a ravishing vista stretching from neck to navel, and that only limited by the fact that the lower reaches of her vast belly were hidden by the immense rondure of its upper hemisphere.  She shivered helplessly, draping herself over the bed, her legs ready to crumple beneath her, until finally her growth shuddered to a stop, leaving her gasping and quivering like a mound of jelly in an earthquake. After what seemed like an eternity, Kelli opened her eyes, looked at me, and laboriously drew herself upright.  Her forehead, her cheeks her slick with sweat, the blush of exertion spread across her exorbitant bosom, pale skin assuming the color of ripening strawberries as she smiled defiantly at me, though every tantalizing inch of her body practically screamed that she had pushed herself to the utmost limits of safety and quite possibly a fair bit beyond.

           

            “Oh my gosh,” Kelli gasped, still leaning against the bed for support, her body trembling with a mix of exertion and sheer, unbridled self-indulgence, “And I thought I was huge before- ooh- my belly is just so full- I feel like if I even try walking right now I might just pop like a water balloon.”

 

            “Well, what I had in mind doesn't need to involve any walking at all,” I said, stepping in closer, stroking my wife's sumptuously swollen belly, wet with the milk still leaking from her nipples, and savoring how soft it still felt despite have just been glutted with countless gallons of fat, “Come on, let's get you into bed; I'll be gentle.”

 

            “Mmm, that does sound like a tempting offer, and even if it does make me explode, I do still want to have this inside me tonight” Kelli sighed, turning a little so she could reach beyond her ample endowments and grab me, squeezing me hard, and rubbing me against her tenderly overfattened belly, “Ouch- we'll have to be careful with that thing though; I feel enough like an overinflated balloon already, the last thing I need is something as long and hard as this poking me in the wrong place.”

 

            “You just tell me where the right places are, and I promise I'll poke you there instead,” I smiled, leaning in closer, my wife's lavish form pinned between me and the bed.

 

            “That sounds so very tempting,” Kelli murmured beguilingly, “but you're forgetting one thing- I've still got more than half of that last chocolate to finish, so be a dear and pick it up off the floor for me; if I try to bend over right now I'm going to wind up spending the rest of the night laying on the floor like a beached whale.”

 

            “Are you sure you want to eat even more of it right now?  You just said you felt like you were already about to pop,” I asked, more than a little worried as I bent down and retrieved the rest of the chocolate pear, “I mean, I'm sure we can always save this for later and right now focus on enjoying each others' company.”

 

            “Oh, so that's it?” Kelli giggled teasingly, “For a second there I thought you were worried about me, but all you really want is an excuse to fuck me senseless.  Well then, I'm definitely going to eat it now, one, just because I want to keep you waiting a bit longer since you made me put on such a display while I was ready to get busy the minute you came home, and two, because I just don't understand this thing.”

 

            “How's that?” I asked, my disappointment at Kelli's delay more than balanced out by the prospect of watching her stuff herself to even more dizzying dimensions.

 

            “Well, this thing is pear-shaped and pear-flavored; how come it feels like every ounce it made me gain went straight to my belly?  Everything about this thing says it ought to be going straight to turning my hips and ass into your own personal bouncy house; what gives?” she asked, holding the treat up perplexedly.

 

            “Maybe it's one of those candies that are made of different layers of stuff?” I offered, “Like maybe the part near the top makes your belly fatten up, and the lower part makes the magic happen a little further south?  You could just try a little bite from the other side of it.  If it makes your hips blow up, then you know it's safe to have some more, and if it just leaves your belly feeling even more like an overfilled balloon then at least you can stop before you accidentally push yourself too far.”

 

            “Hey, that's a pretty good idea,” Kelli said, perking up as she continued to examine the large chocolate that filled her hand, “There's just one problem- tonight I'm in the mood to make some bad choices- I've got a feeling they'll be much more fun for both of us!”

           

            Not giving me the chance to talk her out of it, my wife took the rest of the pear chocolate and crammed it into her mouth, murmuring bliss as she gulped it down in one swallow.  For a moment she looked radiantly expectant, then alarmed as her hands flew, plump fingers outspread, protectively over her brimming belly, and then a look of dismay bordering on terror crossed her face as her middle began to surge outwards uncontrollably.

 

            A weak cry escaped her lips as she sank back against the mattress, overcome, bedsprings groaning from Kelli's immense and swiftly mounting weight.  Unable to reach most of her belly's sublime impletion, her hands grabbed helplessly at its billowing sides, rolls of fat already exorbitantly oversaturated ballooning feverishly until they threatened to overwhelm even Kelli's broad-flaring hips, while her belly swelled at a stupendous pace, gallon upon gallon of fat gushing into its already-overladen immensity.  Her eyes were shut tight, her mouth slightly open in wordless anguish as her belly inched out further and further in front of her, forcing her milk-burdened breasts upwards and apart at an ever more uncomfortable angle, while its lower regions passed her knees, still inexorably inching lower.  My wife's belly already looked like an overfilled balloon- quaking and wobbling meekly as countless pounds were laded into her- but it was increasingly sounding like one too; I could hear it creaking as her skin stretched to contain its ever-growing burden, now spilling out beyond even her fertile hips, projecting more than a yard in front of her, the stretchmarks of her desperate excess blossoming across its pale curved expanse as pound by pound she paid the price for her lascivious hubris.  She gave out a weak moan of surrender as a sudden surge increased her girth by several inches; I couldn't even begin to guess how much weight such an desperate increase bespoke, but it was clear that my Kelli's overfilled belly was very near to the limits of what she could withstand.  She looked like she was in anguish, but there was nothing I could do but watch and hope that somehow she would be able to hold this burst of sudden and ill-considered voluptuousness, and then, all at once, it happened.

 

            It was as if the fattening power of the chocolate somehow knew that my wife's belly had reached a state of dangerous repletion, or perhaps it was merely fortunate timing that that portion of the spell or whatever force that animated it was spent and the next was ready, but in an instant, Kelli's desperately distended middle jiggled to a halt, though still quivering meekly with excess, while just below it, her hips and ass all but exploded.

 

            In the blink of an eye she was six inches broader across the beam; I swear I could hear the muffled rush of air instantly displaced by her prolific proportions.  Kelli's sigh of relief lasted only a moment before it became a yelp of discomfort as her burgeoning hips immediately and unforgivingly tried to occupy the same space that her belly in all its heedless expansion had so recently grown to occupy, desperately overglutted rolls now jostled out of the way of her widening hips, her enormously overstuffed belly pressed forwards as her thighs fattened at a feverish pace.

 

            While my wife's belly had strained and resisted against the onslaught of gaining, her lower body welcomed it by the gallon, receiving who knows how many dozens of pounds of jigglesome flesh in the span of less than a minute.  She twisted helplessly as her body was wracked with bliss, leaning farther and farther away from the bed, her ass expanding every bit as uncontrollably as her hips.  It had already nearly caught up with her overblown bustline in size when I noticed its latest bout of growth, and as I watched, Kelli's lavish bottom surged out behind her ever more profusely.  It bloomed out from her small of her back like a pair of overstuffed beanbag chairs, her torturously overstretched panties digging deeper and deeper into the yielding vastness of her hips, with only a tiny triangle of overstretched lace drawn out across the shelf-like upper latitudes of her behind, its counterpart in front now hidden beneath a belly of disconcerting self-indulgence, entrapped between legs blown up with enough fat to make a zeppelin split its seams.

 

            Kelli's thighs were absolutely titanic, hopelessly crammed with fat until they were thicker than barrels, her knees completely buried beneath the overflowing lushness of her legs, her calves scarcely less sodden with voluptuousness, her ankles so prodigiously fat that their rolls poured out over the tops of her feet, their sides nearly touching the floor.  Where her belly had strained against its growing load, my wife's ass absorbed its blossoming burden submissively, its overladen expanse soaking up every last ounce like a sponge, growing more and more spectacularly saturated with fat until the bulk of its mass rested on the bed behind her, wobbling like pressurized jello, swelling, ballooning with fat until even it began to develop the same telltale stria that suggested that even it was nearing its limits.  Kelli moaned, grabbing desperately at the lower regions of her body, her panties drawn agonizingly tight by her billowing figure, but her efforts were in vain.  Even if she had been able to reach beyond her massively overfilled belly, her goal was squeezed tight between her thunderously surfeited thighs, the waist of her panties cutting ever further into her luxuriant hips, the expanding fullness of her body pulling her straining unmentionables tighter and tighter, as Kelli writhed in wordless ecstasy. 

 

            With a sound like the crack of a whip, Kelli's panties split apart, her hips spilling outwards another six inches in a heartbeat as the last constraint on her opulent figure was laid to ruin.  She stood there, the bed lending her far more support than her legs were in any condition to offer, her entire body shivering as her growth slowed, though even now each pound poured onto her ravishingly overfattened form was clearly more than she was prepared to endure, until finally, with one final surge that added another fifty pounds of weight and two inches of breadth that her swollen hips were ill-equipped to bear, Kelli's gluttony-fueled expansion was spent.

 

            “Oh my gosh, I think I'm going to burst,” she breathed, her hips now fully six feet across, every bit as fulsome as her mammoth bust, “There's just too much of me now, I'm almost afraid to breathe!”

 

            “Are you okay?” I asked, trying to figure out if gaining so much had really put Kelli in danger or if this was just more of her breathless appreciation of how truly magnificent her figure had become, “I mean, not that I can do anything about it, really, aside from helping you into bed while you get used to being even more enormous.  Why'd you have to finish all the rest of that in one bite, anyway?”

 

            “Mmm, I don't know; it just seemed like the right thing to do,” Kelli mused dreamily, experimentally caressing her spectacularly expanded endowments, her arms oppressively heavy with fat, “I mean, I guess I thought that if I just ate half of it, it'd pump me so full of fat that I'd be afraid to finish it all, so I just went ahead and choked down the whole thing and prayed my eyes weren't bigger than my stomach, you know?”

 

            “So are you feeling okay?” I asked solicitously, “Or are you actually worried that you're so fat you might explode?”

 

            “Ohh, I've definitely gorged myself with far more than any girl with a lick of sense would,” Kelli averred, gazing down at her divinely distended figure, “But I'm pretty sure that I'm not so huge that I'm actually going to pop like a balloon if you feel like being a little rough with me, all these stretchmarks notwithstanding.”

 

            “So, if you're doing okay and I don't need to call 911 to tell them that my wife just gained like, three hundred pounds in a few minutes and needs- jeez, I don't even know what,” I began, “And since you've finished off all those little treats that Chrissie sent you, are you still up for- you know, a little fun before we call it a night?”

 

            “Ahh, I think you could still talk me into playtime,” Kelli sighed seductively, running her fingers down the sides of her fat, milky bosom, now so full of even the tender pressure of her touch sent fresh rivulets of milk leaking from her fat nipples, “There's only two things we need to talk about before that.”

 

            “Oh, and what are those?” I asked, curious as to what concupiscent diversions she had in mind.

 

            “Well, first off, now that I've gained so much more weight and packed on a few hundred more pounds of soft, quivering fat, especially in my huge, juicy thighs and my big, bloated belly, I'm just a little bit worried that you're not going to able to go deep enough to really satisfy me anymore,” Kelli confessed.

 

            “What?  For the first month after we moved up here all I had to do was slide into you and you'd start screaming about how you felt like you were about to split in half,” I protested, glancing down at my own generously-magnified member, “Surely what you've gained tonight can't make that much of a difference.”

 

            “Oh, but it has, I can feel it,” Kelli sighed, settling back against the bed, idly trying to work both hands beneath her sumptuous belly, “I'm just so awfully full down here now- I feel like you'll have to push through six inches of fat just to penetrate to where I want you to be; and my lips just feel so swollen with moist, womanly flesh, just dripping with desire that I feel like I could take the biggest cock in the world and still be aching for more.”

 

            “Well, where does that leave us then?” I asked, by turns aroused and frustrated by Kelli's distractions.

 

            “Well, that brings us to the other thing I wanted to talk about,” Kelli said with a playful smile as she reached for Chrissie's box, “That chocolate wasn't the last little gift that our favorite baker sent along to make sure we had a memorable time tonight.”

 

            And with a dramatic flourish, she took out a small, stainless steel bottle, large enough for a few ounces of fluid.

 

            “Is that-?” I asked, surprised and eager at this fresh turn.

 

            “Mmhmm, it most certainly is, and according to Chrissie's note, it's far more potent than the stuff we used in the back room of the Muffin Top,” Kelli beamed, her gaze shifting between the small bottle and me, “So, since I've done all the growing tonight and you've gotten to just stand there and watch my measurements increase, why don't you come on over here and get ready for your turn.”

 

            I moved in close as my wife struggled to heave her lavishly overfed figure off the bed, turning her quiversome body slightly so that she could reach me without her vast belly and milk-sodden breasts hobbling her movements too much, though even so, she could barely reach her gloriously plump arms beyond her spreading hips as she tipped up the small bottle slightly, pouring just the smallest amount down along my rigid cock.  It was cold as ice, and its effects were immediate.

 

            “Oh my- just look at you grow!” Kelli whispered in awe as I gained at least an inch of length.  I could feel myself getting thicker too, my member becoming harder and tighter as it grew, “And I just poured out a little too!  I'm going to have to be careful with this if I don't want to end up having to choose between fucking you and being able to walk for the next few days.  But maybe that's a choice I'll have to make eventually anyway- so let's just try a little more-”

 

            Kelli poured a few more drops along the length of my hard shaft- my skin absorbed it like a sponge, soaking into me and forcing my cock into even greater tumescence.  I shuddered; I felt like I could fuck her for hours before I'd need to rest, but she just kept smiling and murmuring softly to herself as she dripped just a bit at a time, watching with unconcealed delight as I neared twelve inches of length.

 

            “Mmm, I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am, lover,” Kelli breathed, pausing to grab me tightly, her fingers no longer able to reach around my growing girth, “I just don't know how much is too much!  Chrissie said this stuff doesn't keep once it’s been opened, so if I chicken out before I've made you as big as I can possibly take, I'll never forgive myself, but on the other hand, if I use too much I'll end up completely at your mercy, so huge I can barely waddle with a husband whose dick is so massive he can put me in the hospital just by fucking me.  Still, I think we can risk a little more.”

 

            “Don't I get a vote?” I asked as Kelli, her hands shaking, poured out a larger dollop of the oil that left me engorged to all of fifteen inches, and so big around that I wondered if I'd even be able to hold onto myself one-handed after this.

 

            “Don't be silly; I've gone and gained like half a ton just to please you,” Kelli teased, “The least you can do is put up with gaining a few inches to keep me satisfied.  Besides, don't act like you're not enjoying every second of this.  I bet you're already imagining the next time I have a little too much to drink and I end up on my knees in front of you, your feet buried under my huge, quaking belly, my bloated tits hot and wet against your legs, milk dripping against your skin, and you looking down at me as I try to fit as I try to fit my lips around this monster cock without gagging.  Don't lie, I'm looking forwards to it too- I can already see myself licking your throbbing head, getting you all turned on and then trying to swallow a bellyful of your cum when you shoot your load in my face.  Yeah, there we go, bigger, bigger, and- Oh my- I think that's as much as even an insatiable girl like me is going to be able to take so let's just-”

 

            As Kelli moved to lay the bottle aside, its slick surface slipped from her fingers, spilling every last drop it held, as it was still mostly full, right on my erection.  The cold fluid ran down my length, soaking in- I could already feel the pressure inside of it building- there was just so much of it, it ran against my body, then dripped down my balls, which thirstily took in every last drop of it. 

 

            My cock felt like it was going to explode- I heard it creaking like a straining timber, as it grew longer and longer, thicker and thicker- as I watched helplessly, it swelled until it was as long as my forearm and at least twice as big around, more than three inches wide and pulsing with desire.  A moment later my balls followed its lead.  They puffed up to the size of oranges, then softballs, their weight mounting as they grew, a heaviness I wasn't prepared for but found incredibly arousing.  I could feel my seed churning inside of them as they reached the size of bowling balls, Kelli staring at my mushrooming masculinity with unbridled lust in her eyes, unblinking as my pair ballooned into basketballs.  They were painfully heavy now; each one must have weighed fifteen pounds, and I felt a sudden surge of sympathy for Kelli's discomfort while her breasts had swollen to such spectacular proportions; my skin was stretching tighter and tighter to contain my growing glands, so heavy now that I felt compelled to reach down and try to support them, lest their weight prove more than my body was able to support.  Still they grew more inflamed; I felt like just the gentlest touch from Kelli would be enough to make me explode, and from the feel of things, I was sure I had gallons of cream ready and waiting to pump into her waiting depths.  The pressure against my legs grew; I was clutching helplessly at a pair of globes the size of beach balls, each one felt like it had been poured full of lead, so huge, so tight I feared they were actually going to pop.  I could feel them pulsing in my hands, brimming with more cum than I'd produced in my entire life put together, my cock nearly two feet long, and four inches in breadth, throbbing insistently against the underside of my wife's warm, bloated bosom.

           

            “Oh my- I didn't know it would be that powerful!” Kelli gasped as my growth shuddered to an end, every last drop of the mysterious oil now soaked into my agonizingly engorged manhood, “You're just- you're just so gigantic now.  Oh, I want to fuck you so bad right now; I want to feel you force me open and fill me, but I'm- there's just no way that even I can even hope to take that much cock!”

 

            “Please, hon, stop teasing for once and let me fuck you,” I grunted, lightheaded as entirely too much of my blood had been transferred to regions other than my brain, “You've got what you wanted; you gave me a hard-on so massive I could knock a hole in the wall with it and my balls are so tremendous that yes, I finally understand what kind of sacrifice you've had to make by letting yourself get so big that you can barely even stand up, but come on, I'm begging you- quit with the games and let's do this!”

 

            “Oh fuck, oh fuck- I can't believe it,” Kelli sighed, seeing the desperation in my face, “Um, how about if you just fuck my tits?  They're still more than ample enough to for you to bury yourself up to the hilt, and besides, you'd get so see my smiling face covered with heaven only knows how many gallons of wet, sticky cum when you're finished.  Ooh, or I could suck you off if you'd like that instead.  There's no way I could fit that whole thing in my mouth, though I suppose I could practice getting my gag reflex under control a bit more in the future, but just imagine those cannonballs resting full and heavy on my big soft tits as I try to at least fit the tip past my lips, licking, teasing, sucking on it.  Mmm, I've gotten pretty good at swallowing cream since our night at the Muffin Top; I'd love to feel my belly sloshing around all full of your seed after you came and pumped it all down my throat.”

 

            “Oh, that sounds incredible-” I groaned, feeling as if I'd just gained another inch of length listening to Kelli describe it, “But it's got to be real- I'm going to lose my mind if I'm not inside you!”

 

            “Well, okay, it'll take a minute longer, but I think I have an answer,” Kelli conceded as she hauled herself awkwardly onto the bed, her decadently lush figure quaking and jiggling violently as she repositioned herself as quickly as she was able, “Here, give me Chrissie's box.  There's one last thing inside, something her note said we should only use if things got out of control, and your condition certainly qualifies.”

 

            Just leaning over the bed nearly brought me to my knees; the sensation of my glutted stones dragging against the smooth fabric of the bedspread, and feeling the warmth, so soft vastness of Kelli's bare skin as I gave her the box nearly drove me mad.  All I wanted to do was push forwards, thrust inside of her, impale her again and again until I was satisfied, but something about her voice, some real echo of panic at the sight of my freakish endowment made me hold back, my penis instead throbbing ardently between our two bodies, reaching from her belly button to halfway between her huge tits.

 

            “Alright, this is it,” Kelli said, pulling a small, bubblegum pink vial from the box and holding it up for me to see,” This one works a little bit different than yours; I'm still supposed to drink it, but I'm pretty sure it'll make me woman enough to handle what you're packing.  There's just one thing.”

 

            “Yes; what is it?” I asked, my concern for my wife and my burning desire struggling inside me with self-control already losing the battle.

 

            “Well, I'm already so swollen with pleasure; I'm not sure I'll be able to stagger from the bedroom to the kitchen without seeing stars, even if you fuck me until we're both too exhausted to move, so I don't want to end up taking more than I need to be able to- you know- accommodate you,” Kelli explained, “So, um, while I'm drinking this, would you mind- ah- moving my belly out of the way and keeping an eye on how things are developing so I can stop once I've reached the point where I can hold every inch of you, but before- hopefully- my lips are so hopelessly puffed up that just being squeezed between my fat thighs when I'm laying in bed doesn't leave me paralyzed with bliss.”

 

            “Oh, are you sure?” I asked, teasing, distracted from my own urgent needs, as I sat down between her opulently full-fleshed thighs, “I mean, it isn't like you're going to be running around town doing marathons or anything while I'm at work all day anyways, and from what I've seen since we moved up here, you mostly spend your days in bed playing with yourself anyway, not that I'm blaming you.  Would it really be so bad if you just went all in and gave your body over to as much ecstasy as it can take?”

 

            “Mmm, you do make it sound awfully tempting,” Kelli confessed, somehow managing to push her sodden melons out of the way far enough for her to bring her hands together and unscrew the top of the bottle, “But if I go and make myself so ridiculously wet and juicy that all it takes is a touch to make me come until I finally pass out, where's the challenge for you?  I wouldn't want to rob you of the satisfaction of knowing you'd done an exceptionally fine job of pleasing your fat, frisky little wife.”

 

            “Believe me, I don't think you need to worry about that,” I said, staring down at my pulsating member, rock hard against Kelli's creamily supple skin, “I have a feeling that sex with me is going to be pretty mind-blowing from here on out.”

 

            “Well, just to be on the safe side, let's start with just a little;” Kelli said as she raised the vial and opened her mouth, “You ready to make sure I don't push myself too far?”

 

            “I'm ready whenever you are,” I agreed.

 

            I leaned in and tried to roll my wife's massive belly out of the way; ignoring her sighs and shudders of distress at its tremulous bulk forced her brimming breasts up towards her face, her breath growing shallow and ragged as it weighed oppressively down on her lungs.  It was like trying to roll a balloon full to bursting with jello uphill, beyond the sheer weight, it was almost impossible to control, spilling out around my fingers as I tried to corral its vastness, though finally I succeeded, laying her bare, my wife's tight, wet femininity squeezed between her heavy thighs, a cleft all the more inviting because of how fat and soft a mound surrounded it, as if some portion of the fat her belly couldn't hold had been pumped into her most yielding of places already.  It was all I could do to keep myself from just plunging inside of her, but it was obvious that at this size, I could never hope to fit, however desperate for release I was.

 

             “Start drinking,” I ordered, “Now.”

 

            Kelli struggled to tip up the bottle, then she gave out a weak cry as a shudder of bliss rippled through her entire body.  Her soft mound began to rise gently, the tenderness inside her swelling, the fat, delicate folds that veiled it pushed outwards as she ripened within.  Kelli murmured with delight, the growing sensitivity, the sensation of her own femininity sliding against itself as she expanded arousing her deeply.

 

            “Mmm, how am I doing?” she whispered as her bout of growth stopped, “Do you think I'm big enough to take you yet?”

 

            “Oh, not by a long shot,” I assured her, “You'll need to swallow a lot more than that if you want to ride this beast.  Why don't you just go ahead and drink the whole bottle right now and get it over with?”

 

            “Ooh, I couldn't,” Kelli sighed, “Just feeling myself plump up by this much has me all wet and tingling with anticipation; if I drank it all at once I think my labia might actually burst like overfilled water balloons, not to mention that I'm not sure I really want to end up with my naughty bits quite so swollen as yours.  Still, I guess I can bear a little more.”

 

            She brought the bottle to her lips again and swallowed; this time the consequences came even faster.  Kelli stiffened as if electrified, and between her quiversome pale thighs she swelled again, rising, rising as the liquid filled her up from within, priming her to receive me, saturating her depths with more.  I heard her inhale quickly, a sharp breath drawn through clenched teeth, as her tight cleft began to blossom, forced open from within by how full she was becoming inside, as like a blossoming flower, her deep rosy lips pushing their way to the surface, already glistening wet.

 

            “Mmm, how about now?” Kelli asked, panting for breath, her breasts heaving, her massive belly quivering bare against my palms, her swollen femininity now kissing the throbbing head of my member, “Ooh, I feel so- heavy somehow, my lips are so saturated they're swollen up like pontoons!”

 

            “Ah, you're not quite that juicy yet,” I assured Kelli, reaching down and slipping one finger between her engorged labia and teasing her until she shuddered, her breath coming in ragged gasps, “I'm afraid you've still got a long, long way to go before you'll be able to handle me.”

 

            “Oh, that much bigger?” she sighed, sounding for all the world as if she had already forced her tenderest parts to hold far more than they safely could, “I'm not sure how much more of this I can take.  Ahhh, but I want you inside of me so badly it makes me ache; I want to feel your full length stretching me out, I want to feel you explode in me and pump every last drop of cum you've got deep into me, until I can feel it slosh and swirl inside my belly.  Okay, I guess I can make myself take just a little more.”

 

            Kelli took swallowed another mouthful from the bottle, the effects hitting her even faster, as if the more sodden she became with this stuff, the more easily it poured into her flesh.  She winced, her lips puffing up as if they were being inflated with air, pink and glistening as they forced her open further still, and from the way her feminine mound continued to rise, the way she shivered, it was obvious that my wife's intimate depths were being overfilled every bit as much as what I could see, the smooth, yielding walls of her womanhood becoming more and more glutted and soaked with every drop she swallowed; I could hear her delicate flesh straining to contain such receptive richness, and her voice was quiet and distant as Kelli finally found the strength to speak.

 

            “Please- please tell me that's enough,” Kelli begged, the bottle resting against her cheek as she implored me, “I don't care if I'm still too tight to hold you, I don't care if taking you in leaves me bedridden for the next week, another drop of this stuff and I feel like I'm going to split open like an overripe tomato!  I'm just too full; I can feel my body pressing in on itself, straining for room already.  Oh- I'm so wet- the air feels so cold on my lips- they're just too puffed up now!”

 

            “Well, if you really feel like you've had as much as you can take, I suppose you're finally big enough to handle me, barely,” I said, Kelli sighing with relief, the tension and anxiety flowing from her body, “There's just one problem.”

 

            “Oh?” she asked, looking as if any problem at all might be more than she was in any condition to contend with, “What's wrong?”

 

            “You're the one who slipped and left me with balls the size of boulders, and so full I've felt like they were ready to pop for the last ten minutes while you teased me with your games,” I whispered, pressing her down into the bed, my face mere inches from hers, my cock resting hard and heavy against the creamy skin of her belly, “So right now your comfort isn't exactly my biggest concern either.”

 

            And before Kelli could protest, I grabbed the bottle, thrust it into her mouth, and upended it.  Her eyes went wide as the rest of its contents poured down her throat, and as I leaned back to enjoy the fruits of my efforts, Kelli arched her back as if she were under torture, the most delicate reaches of her body groaning with excess as they were pumped up to double their already-enlarged size.  The soft folds of her femininity grew even more tantalizingly engorged as I looked on, her once-neat cleft now forced open painfully wide by the quivering fullness inside her, her labia bulging with unrestrained lushness, beginning to swell against her sleek thighs as she writhed helplessly beneath me.  Kelli's bared womanhood pulsed in rhythm with her racing heart.  She shuddered, parts of her made for the tenderest of uses now distended to a scandalous degree, her loins puffed up to scandalous proportions by the time her personal paradise stopped ballooning.  Kelli moaned, stricken.

 

            “Oh my- oh- it's too much!  I can't take this much!” she pleaded frantically, “It's not just my labia, it's all of me inside too!  Your dick has all the room in the world to grow, but I'm already so tight inside, so full, so fat, and it's all pushing in, squeezing me- like I'm an overfilled water balloon and my own body is tightening as a vise!  It hurts; very inch of me is just so agonizingly tender!  Oh, I've never been so horny in my life but I'm still afraid to let you fuck me; you've already stretched me to bursting!”

 

            “Ah, so it isn't so amusing now that it's happened to you?” I teased, sliding a finger along her moist, aching petals, “Well it's too late to back out, I need some release, in a very big way if you it isn't obvious, and we're doing this now whether you feel up to it or not.”

 

            “Ahh, alright-” Kelli gasped, her own body so sensually endowed that the slightest shiver of her thighs was enough to bring her to climax, “Just be gentle, please!  I'm already bursting at the seams here.”

 

            “What, like this?” I asked playfully, slipping a couple fingers inside her deep inside her ambrosial femininity and relishing the way she quivered helplessly in response, “Didn't you mention earlier that you were finally up for being on top tonight?”

 

            “Are you serious?” Kelli howled, “That was when you'd just come home, before I gained another few hundred pounds!  That was before you had a dick long enough hang a flag on- that was before you made me drink so much of that stuff that now I can't even breathe without coming!  Please, can't we just do it like this?  I'm still not sure how many feet of you I can actually take, and with my belly in the way maybe you won't go quite so deep, please?”

 

            “Come on,” I insisted, not even bothering to argue as I sat up, my cock throbbing as it rested on her belly, my balls heavy and huge against her lush thighs, “Get up, it's time for a ride.”

 

            “Fuck, okay,” Kelli said as she struggled to get upright.  She had put on so much weight that she could barely lift herself off the bed, and her inflamed womanhood left her so awfully sensitive that she kept shaking and trembling as if someone she were being shocked as she labored, “Oh, I'm just so heavy now- did I say I'd put on another two hundred pounds tonight?  It feels more like double that.”

 

            “Mmm, stop complaining, you know you're going to love every second of this,” I said as I lay down in the middle of the bed, looking up in anticipation as my prodigiously full-figured wife goaded her body into position astride me, “Come on, if you don't get a move on, I might just have to give you a spanking.”

 

            “Oh- you wouldn't dare!” Kelli gasped, dragging her mammoth belly over me as she heaved herself into place, her massive breasts hanging vast and milky above my face, while her lavishly overfattened ass pushed my swollen balls deep into the mattress, “Ngh- come on, I'm too heavy for this right now- I can barely breathe!”

 

            “Don't you think I'll do it?” I teased, reaching up and giving her tumescent nipples a rough pinch, twin gouts of milk gushing from them in response, “You've the one who just said you can hardly move at this size; what's to keep me from chasing you around the bedroom until you drop from exhaustion and then bending you over the bed and smacking you on that fat ass of yours until you're too sore to move tomorrow?  Besides, you're almost there; can't you feel me throbbing against this huge, soft belly of yours?”

 

            “Fuck- you're enormous; I really don't think I should do this right now,” Kelli demurred, pausing for a moment, fighting to catch her breath, a pink flush of exertion already spreading across the pale expanse of her chest, “Are you sure I can't just lie down and get some oil while you fuck me between the tits?  I promise I'll be up for more in the morning.”

 

            “Like you're getting off that easy,” I taunted her, “You're the one that filled my balls up with like, twenty gallons of cum; no rest for you until every last drop of it is inside of you.”

 

            Kelli opened her mouth to protest, but I raised my head and ran my tongue along the tender skin of her enticingly overfed belly.  She shuddered, helplessly, as I sank my fingers into the soft, yielding flesh of her expansive hips, pulling her down on top of me, the eager wetness of her mound slick against my shaft.

 

            “Ohh, you're right, I need this too,” Kelli sighed, a slave to her own desire, as she heaved herself up those last few inches, felt me slip into place between her distressingly distended lips, and then, with a sharp breath like she was about to jump out of a plane with no parachute, she let herself fall back onto her voluptuous haunches.

 

            Her weight impaled her upon me.  I swear her belly bulged out as her body struggled to accept my girth; I heard the walls of her femininity struggling to contain me.  A moment later I was all the way in, the swollen portal of her womanhood wet and soft against my body, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she held herself like a sword swallower trying to set a record.  Though she sat still, she was still pulsing, throbbing around me.  Her belly brushed against my chin; I gave it another kiss, fondled her tantalizingly suspended breasts and felt her body squeeze me tighter, as she gave voice to a few weak cries of pleasure.

 

            “It's too much- you're just too big!” Kelli pleaded again, “Just sitting still like this I feel like you're about to split me in two- please, I'll do anything else you tell me to- I just can't handle this much right now!”

 

            “Mmm, so you're telling me this doesn't feel good?” I said, rocking my hips under her, sliding inside of her as she shivered, “You're just still getting warmed up; go ahead, stop worrying and enjoy it, and I bet before we're done you'll be wishing I had another six inches to give you.”

 

            “Oh- fuck- stop- you're getting bigger!” she cried, panicking, her oversaturated body stretching as I grew larger within her, “Stop it; you're already more than I can take!”

 

            “Ngh- I’m not doing it on purpose,” I said, my dick thrusting harder and harder inside of my tantalizingly swollen wife, “You're just so fucking hot I can't help it.”

 

            “Oh- I'm coming already!” Kelli cried, leaning back, her huge tits and bloated belly looming over me as she arched her back, “Ohh- Ah, I'm just trembling inside like I'm going to explode; but my body just wants more- I need to feel you deeper, all my tenderest places straining as you fill me more!”

 

            She tightened around me, her body spasming with bliss as I drove her to climax just laying there on the bed.  Kelli's breath was coming in shallow rasps now, every inch of brimming figure quivering as she squirmed and writhed with me inside of her.  She gave a shriek as I began to rock my hips again, grinding myself into her most receptive places, stroking her from within.

 

            “Oh, yes!” Kelli screamed, shaking as if struck by lightning, “Come on, and give me more!”

 

            “You’re in the driver's seat for this round,” I urged, reaching up and giving one of her bloated nipples an affectionate pinch, milk squirting against the headboard, “If you want it harder and faster, you're going to have to do the heavy lifting yourself.”

 

            “Oh, but I'm just too fucking huge; I can barely even move,” she sighed, clutching despairingly at her mammoth bosom with arms far too fat and jiggly to lend more than token support, “Come on, I promise I'll be up for more in the morning.”

 

            “Are you sure about that?” I asked, stroking her vast curves lovingly, “You know what always makes me super-hard?  Feeling all your weight coming down on me when you're on top.  I bet if you started doing that I'd gain another couple inches at least, and you'd like that wouldn't you?”

 

            “Oh- I shouldn't- I'm gonna be so sore tomorrow,” Kelli demurred, though she began in spite of herself to bounce on top of me, my thick shaft sliding in and out of her slick body as her huge ass slapped heavily against my skin and my engorged balls, “But it does feel soooo good; I'm so plump and fat inside, you've got me stretched so tight I can barely hold all of you.  Ooh- the way your massive cock is just pulsing and throbbing inside of me is making me so hot I can't even think straight.  Mmm, alright, you've got me- I need you inside of me, filling me, stroking me, pumping me full of your seed until I'm delirious.”

 

            Kelli was riding me fast now, harder, her swollen rump smacking wetly against me as she rhythmically pounded me into her.  Even laying still, her breasts were too fat and overladen for her to carry- as her lush body welcomed my thrusts, they swayed and jiggled wildly, their pale, stretchmarked bulk slapping against her opulent belly, burying my face beneath their delicate immensity as Kelli leaned forwards, desperate to feel me sliding out of her embrace before plunging me back into her taut, sodden depths, achingly tight around me, the prodigious weight of her overfilled figure bringing her down so hard that she gave a sharp cry of distress every time I hammered into her.

 

            “Yes- yessss!” my wife murmured through clenched teeth, “Mmm, give it to me!  Oh, I'd forgotten how incredible it feels to fuck you right after stuffing myself to the brim; the way everything was so unbearably intense after our night at the bakery- every inch of my body filled to the absolute limit, feeling like I might explode if I so much as moved, and then just holding on for dear life when you lay me out on the bed, or came up and took me from behind in the shower, making me scream for mercy with your huge, fat cock!”

 

            “Yeah, so now you like me this way?” I asked teasingly.

 

            “Oh, fuck yes!” Kelli gasped, feeling me stiffen even more inside of her, awkwardly reaching back beyond her obscenely luscious ass and giving my distended balls an eager stroke, “And it's not just that- I don't want you to hurry; take your time, but oh- I can't wait until you come too- I can't wait for you to explode inside of me, gallon after gallon of your hot, thick cum surging into me- Ooh, it feels like they're still getting bigger too!”

 

            I groaned; she was right, the supple vastness of Kelli's rump lapping against my balls; I could feel them groaning as the pressure within them increased intolerably.

 

            “Mmm, come on,” Kelli urged me, bouncing a little harder, small jets of milk spraying from her milk-laden tits as they smacked against her self-indulgent belly, “Come on; I can tell you're more than ready- your balls are so full and hard they feel like they're about to explode, so go ahead, give it to me.”

 

            I wanted to; I felt like I was trembling on the edge as she rode me, harder and harder, the overstretched skin of her breasts and the bed frame protesting such abuse.

 

            “Ooh, don't make me wait; I need it,” Kelli begged, her breath coming in ragged gasps, “You've already fattened me up until I can barely walk, made my huge breasts so wet and full of milk that I can feel them sloshing with it- I want it all though- I want you to come and pump me full as I can be, I want you to force me to hold even more, I want you to come inside of me until my belly is so huge and tight that its ready to pop, until I've got stretchmarks so punishing that just the sight of them in the mirror makes me weak in the knees.  So stop holding back- fuck me, explode inside of me until you've blown me up like a balloon- and in the morning, when I'm so sore and huge and overfilled that I can't even roll out of bed, and your big, fat cock is hard and begging for relief, I want you to take me all over again.”

 

            That was enough to send me over the edge.  I felt myself erupt inside of Kelli, pulsing, spilling, white hot and thick as I shot myself into her.  She shrieked in ecstasy, her lusciously fertile hips bucking wildly, welcoming me into her depths.

 

            “Ahh- Yesss!” she moaned, tightening around me as she came again, “Oh- it's even better than I dreamed- I can feel you filling me, the pressure inside me growing- growing-”

 

            Wracked by what was already the longest climax of my life, I barely heard her words, and it was hard for me to keep my eyes open as my wife gasped again, leaning back and slapping both palms against the sides of her sumptuous belly.  Even overshadowed as it was by her mammoth bosom, and even with her entire body trembling like a soap bubble in a hurricane, she was obviously growing again. 

 

            “Ohh- my belly, I'm blowing up-” Kelli shuddered, her plush middle responding as if she were astride a firehose, “It's so hot- so satisfying this way-”

 

            I was still coming, surge after surge gushing into her overladen form, the pale skin of her belly inching closer and closer to my face, its weight growing heavier against my chest, her soft flesh beginning to feel, as if behind all that tremulous fat, the pressure accumulating within her.

 

            “Mmm- is this what being pregnant feels like?” Kelli asked, clutching the sides of her billowing belly with eager desperation, “I'm getting so full and tight inside- ohh, and so heavy- I think I'm going to be bedridden for weeks after this- Ohh, I'm just getting too big, please tell me you're almost done.”

 

            “Are you kidding-” my mind struggled to form the words, “My balls just barely feel like they aren't about to burst anymore- I've got a long way to go before I'm done.”

 

            “But I'm- mmm- but this-” Kelli stammered, her body still convulsing with pleasure, “I think I'm nearing my limit here- can't you stop?”

 

            “Oh, no, not even if I wanted to-” I breathed, reaching up and squeezing the sides of Kelli's increasingly maternal-looking belly as she winced, “You wanted it all and now you're getting it- too late for second thoughts.”

 

            Surge after surge I gushed into my wife's tantalizingly overfilled body, her belly bulging out further and further in front of her as she expanded, swelling wider and wider as I glutted her with cum.  Despite how spectacularly fat she was already, her belly was becoming firmer as I filled her from within, the deep, thick jigglesome rolls that spilled out over her fulsome hips surrendering as her skin grew more smooth and taut as I erupted into her.  Her breasts, still bewitchingly soft, even as they groaned with milk, were forced to ride higher atop Kelli's billowing belly, its ascendant roundness forcing her heavy wet melons further and further apart until they both hung against its sides in a way that looked very uncomfortable indeed, and the way she pressed her fat arms and small hands against their bulk as if to contain them, crying out wordlessly as I forced her to grow even more cumbrously-endowed.

 

            “Aah- please, you've got to stop, I'm getting way too full!” she whimpered, though her hips still heaved against me, her inflamed femininity tightening eagerly around me as she came again, her body heedless of her complaints, “Come on- you know I'd get off if I could.  Hell, I'd be happy to stay here and let you finish coming between my tits if that's what you need, but now I'm too fucking huge to move!  Can't you just think unsexy thoughts until you start going limp and I can slip off without getting any more enormous than I already am?  Please, just for a minute, as soon as you're out of me you can do whatever you want, just as long as it doesn't involve filling me up any more!”

 

            “What? A minute ago you were all like, 'Mmm, fill me until I'm ready to pop; I can't wait until I've got every last drop of you inside me!'” I teased, effortlessly kissing her advancing belly as it billowed to such immensity that she was forced to arch her back just to give herself room to grow, the way she gasped and shuddered at the touch of my lips against her skin telling me everything I needed to know about her sensitivity, “And you don't understand, trying to stop now would be like trying to plug an active volcano with a wine cork- I can't stop until I'm really finished.  You're the one that did this to me, that made my balls blow up like fucking weather balloons, and you're the one who gets a front row seat for the consequences.  Now stop bitching, relax, and enjoy it- you're stilling coming every five seconds; don't act like you're the victim here!”

 

            Kelli was at a loss for words, though she still moaned and sighed as I loaded her with still more.  I wondered just how many pounds I had pumped into her already, how many gallons were stretching my wife's belly into a caricature of some prehistoric fertility idol.  She screamed- a deep, drawn out  creaking sound filled the bedroom as rosy stretchmarks blossomed into existence along the sides of her protuberant belly- it instantly bulged out another few inches in every direction as if her body had just passed beyond some critical point, surrendering to the overwhelming fullness still building inside of her. 

 

            “Come on- Ahh! - aren't you empty yet?” Kelli begged, her belly so massive that I had to turn my head to the side to keep from being smothered by her blossoming girth, “I know you wanted to teach me a lesson about making your dick enormous and all, and it was fun playing along while you made me blow up in revenge, but it's serious now!  Mmh- I'm too full now- it's starting to hurt- I was already all bloated and tender all over before you started fucking me, now- ooh- I feel like this would be excruciating even if I was just laying on my back.  Please- you must have already pumped like, fifty gallons of cum into me- you've got to be able to stop before you it's closer to a hundred!”

 

            I didn't say a word; I just smiled, not that Kelli could see me beyond her sumptuously milk-engorged breasts and her desperately distended belly, and reached up to stroke the sides of her mammoth middle.  It barely yielded to my touch, she was every bit as fat as before, but filled to the brim as she was, Kelli's skin was becoming so tight that it looked wet and shiny, though some of that may have been the thick rivulets of breast milk leaking from her nipples and dripping down the amplified curves of her body.  I could feel myself starting to ebb, my member pulsing slower as I neared the end of my performance, not that I was going to give my wife the satisfaction of knowing that the end was near.

 

            “Ohh, you're just so fucking hot like this,” I called, roughly fondling her heavy breasts and licking the hot, tight skin of her belly, “I hope you're ready for more because I swear I can feel my balls filling up until again, gallons and gallons of cum ready to pump you up to twice this size.  Mmm, I feel like I could keep this up for another hour, just watching your lush belly inflating like a balloon, bigger and bigger, until it bulges out over the sides of the bed, higher and rounder until even sitting up your tits are squashed up so far that your face is buried in them.  Oh, just the thought of you being that huge is making me harder; I don't think I want to stop until you're so seductively swollen that even when you stand up your belly touches on the floor, so massive you won't be able to drag it around without my help, so full that when I bend you over it to fuck you from behind that it'll creak like an overinflated balloon, so delicate that you'll be crying for me to go gently while your fat tits slap against it, even though you still won't be able to get enough of me.  I might have to turn you down sometimes, just for your own good- I wouldn't want you to get so tremendously full that you might actually be in danger of-”

 

            “That's right this second!  You have to stop coming!” Kelli sobbed, desperately leaning back at an even more awkward angle as her belly billowed out before her, emitting a low groan as a fresh crop of stretchmarks bloomed across its pale expanse of straining flesh, “Ohh- please- I really am ready to burst- Ngh-too full- I can feel it sloshing inside of me- please, you can't just keep coming- for fuck's sake- do you want me to explode?”

 

            Kelli moaned wordlessly, her voice overwhelmed by the sound of her belly being pushed further and further beyond its limits, even as the slick wetness of her body tightened around me, milking every last drop I had to give.  She was immense- my head was buried in the pillow, turned to the side as she loomed out until, as I spent my last inside of her, her fertile globe touched the wooden headboard of our bed, rubbing against it with the sound of a wet balloon on glass.  For what felt like an eternity, neither of us moved, my wife's titanic belly pressing me into the mattress, her breath coming in broken gasps that set her entire body aquiver.  At last she spoke, her voice ragged with exhaustion.

 

            “Ohh- it's a good thing you stopped when you did,” she sighed in relief, her hands gently exploring the distended vastness of her belly, “Another few seconds of that and I think I really would have popped- oh my go- I'm just so enormous now, like I can't believe that all of this is me.”

 

            “Well, now that I'm done,” I offered, turning my head to kiss the underside of her massive belly, “Do you think you can slide off and- I dunno, would laying down be the best way to rest, or would kneeling take more of the strain off?”

 

            “Mmm, I'm just so heavy, so tired, I'm not sure I can even move all this new- too-muchness- right now,” Kelli protested, “Here, my belly's not so heavy on you that you can't breathe, right?  Can we just stay like this for a while?”

 

            “Well, I don't mind if you don't,” I said with a smile, “Though you ought to know, with nothing to look at but the underside of your huge, luscious belly, and with those soft, fat thighs of yours squeezing against my sides, I think I'm already getting hard again.  Are you up for another round before we call it a night?”

 

            With a shout, Kelli heaved herself off of me, and right over the side of the bed, falling with a crash to the bedroom for, a gout of milk from one swollen melon arcing through the air and spattering against the wall as her breasts slapped against each other, her drum-tight belly smacking against the floor so hard she let out a shriek.

 

            “Are you okay?” I asked, sliding over to the edge of the bed myself, as my desperately overfilled wife struggled to her knees, “Do you want a hand getting up?”

 

            “Oh- I think I might just stay here on the floor for a few minutes- standing up just seems too- you know,” Kelli sighed as I followed her out of bed and stood in front of her, “Well, even after all that, you're still looking pretty impressive, though I hope you'll forgive me if I don't suck you off right this second, even if I am in the best position for it, I'm just a little bit too full for comfort, as I believe I may have mentioned once or twice.”

 

            She was right, on both counts.  Even spent, my cock hung nearly down to my knees now, fully as thick as my arm, the mere sensation of its weight starting to get me aroused again.  After pumping all that cum into Kelli, my balls, fully drained, were still the size of cantaloupes.  I wondered if this was how big they'd stay now, or if a good night's sleep and the sight of my obscenely buxom wife would have them back to their former glory again come morning.  Either way, I was going to have to make some major changes to my wardrobe if I wanted to be able to go out in public, and there was no doubt that work and errands and grocery shopping were going to be my responsibility now, considering Kelli's present delectably debilitating condition.

 

            Her belly was close to five feet across, bulging out just as far in front of her as it was wide, resting tight and ponderous and fertile against the softness of her lush rolling hips, her fat breasts leaking milk, the contrast of their fulsome suppleness against its alarming distension making me want her that much more.

 

            “Ohh, I must literally weigh a ton now,” Kelli sighed, patting her vast middle cautiously, “I swear, I can feel the floor sagging under the weight of my belly- just the touch of my fingers against it is too much pressure, and I'd be begging you to come over here and lift my tits off of it if I wasn't positive that that would just get me into even more trouble.”

 

            “I'm sorry, “ I said, trying my best to sound apologetic as I eagerly surveyed my wife's ravishingly overfilled form, “If I'd known you'd end up like this, I'd have been more careful with Mara's little care package.”

 

            “Mmm, yes, I should be upset about this, shouldn't I?  I mean, I'm fucking enormous now.  I'm just too big, too heavy, too full all over, “Kelli mused, running her hands thoughtfully down her stretchmark-marbled sides then out along the fertile expanse of her hips, “but even though my entire body is just aching with excess, so sore and spent that I can't even think about moving right now, I can't tell you how hard it is for me not to order you to come right over here so I can stretch my lips around that long, fat cock of yours until I've swallowed another few gallons of your cum, even if it did make me burst, and I'm already dreaming about how incredible it would be if you just rolled me right on top of my big balloon belly and just took me from behind, your balls slapping against my belly while you pounded me all over again.”

 

            “Okay, if you don't seriously want to find out exactly how close to bursting you really are, you really need to stop talking like that right now,” I warned her, my balls already feeling heavier, “I'm still not used to what's happening to me either, and while most nights a session like this would leave me exhausted and ready to curl up next to you and go to sleep, I kind feel like I wouldn't need all that much encouragement to be up for another round, and I'm not even sure how I'm supposed to take care of myself now that my dick is too big for me to hold onto with both hands.”

 

            “Is that so?” Kelli smiled, biting at her lip as she reached out with one hand and languidly stroked my cock with her soft, plump fingers as I felt my member engorging again, “Oh, but I'd hate to drop off to sleep and leave you unsatisfied after you've gone to such lengths to sate my desires.”

 

            “Come on, I'm serious,” I said, my cock stiffening at her touch, my balls hanging lower against my legs as they swelled up with what already felt like several gallons, “Unless you're really ready to take another round tonight, stop being such a fucking tease.”

 

            “Don't worry, I'd have to be insane to let you spear that thing in me again right now,” Kelli agreed, hefting my cock to her lips and kissing the tip as blood rushed to fill it again, “But you're right; right now I'm an overfilled balloon that's just one little prick away from disaster, and you're anything but little.  So instead of tempting fate, how about you help me up and I go take a shower before I pass out from exhaustion; maybe a little hot water will keep my back from completely seizing up on me overnight.”

 

            “Anything you say, hon,” I said, as I bent down to try and lift my ponderously buxom wife to her feet, “It's a good thing you did the laundry yesterday though, it's gonna take every towel in the house to dry off you off at this size.”

 

            “Ngghhh- this is going to take a lot of getting used to,” Kelli complained, legs straining, belly creaking, breasts leaking, as she wearily rose to her feet, leaning against the sagging edge of our bed, “Fuck, I think this would be easier if I had a wheelbarrow to help me haul this thing around in.  No- don't help me- I'm going to have to learn to get around the house myself sooner or later, I might as well start practicing now.”

 

            Muttering curses and muffled cries of discomfort as she tried to steer her mammoth figure around the bed, Kelli's complaints redoubled as she struggled to force her swollen form through the bedroom door, her boundless belly groaning as the doorframe squeezed it, a sharp cry escaping her lips as one of her protruding nipples was pinched as she strove to wrestle it through.  At last, she made it through, her breathtaking figure very nearly filling the hallway from wall to wall.  She stopped massaging the more prominent regions of her anatomy- she was sure to have a nice collection of bruises to go along with all her stretchmarks by morning- and turned to me, a sultry fire burning in her eyes.

 

            “Well come on then,” she said impatiently, pressing down on her bosom as at least a gallon of steaming hot breast milk sprayed from her turgid peaks onto the floor, “These things are getting heavier by the minute, and there's no way I can take care of them myself at this size.  There should still be room for both of us in the shower, though I imagine it's going to be an awfully tight fit.  In fact, if you really do a good job of making me nice and comfortable before we come back to bed, I might just let you find out how it feels to slide that hard, throbbing dick of yours in between the only pair of soft, pendulous tits in the world big enough to take every last inch of it.  Who knows, if you play your cards right, you might even get me on my knees again before I'm ready to call it a night...”

 

            This was insane; milk or no milk, the last thing Kelli needed right now was a long, steamy shower with me.  It was an idea that couldn't end well, but I didn't care, as right behind her, I gave my wife playful slap on her lusciously overfed ass as she tried to cram herself through the bathroom door, more than ready to discover what the rest of the night held for us.