I walked into the apartment and found Elsie perched on the couch, hunched intently over her phone.

"Oh, you're home early today!" she said, looking up with a playful smile, her blonde ponytail whipping around as she shot me a winsome look.

"Yeah, the uh- the inventory system at work crashed a couple hours ago and they sent us home early. Then I got this weird message and-"

"You and me both!" Elsie laughed, "I got the strangest friend request earlier- I swear either someone is trying to troll me or this is the least-convincing scam ever. Just look at this absolute fatty who messaged me claiming to be your ex-"

"Girlfriend?" I finished, helpfully, already feeling more than a little afraid. Elsie was cute, and we had fun together and all, but she could be a little thoughtless and vain and sometimes that veered all the way into a cruelty I wasn't a big fan of.

"Yes! Ohmigosh- this must be the new scam or some TikTok challenge I haven't heard about yet or something," she enthused, waiting for me to mirror her incredulity, "Let me guess, maybe you got the same one: About five hundred pounds, sloppy, billowing gut spilling over a pair of pajama pants stretched to bursting, black spaghetti strap top with massive, slutty udders pouring out of it, all extra pale like one of those goth girls, arms so fat they look like dough someone left rising too long and an ass so wide she has to sit on the side of her bed just to keep from hanging off both sides?"

"Um, yeah, exactly like that, actually," I said, trying to figure out how to get this conversation back on track, "I mean, that's not quite how I would have put-"

"Wow, so someone actually thinks reaching out to people with a picture of an overstuffed cow like that will get people to respond?" Elsie said in disbelief, flipping her phone around and showing me a very familiar photo of an extremely well-nourished girl sitting happily on a sagging mattress in a nerdily-decorated bedroom, "Well, I guess whoever it is must be looking for sympathy, or maybe fishing for those guys that are into girls so fat their ass has its own area code, but I bet they didn't expect me."

"Why, wait, what did you do?" I asked, feeling more worried by the second as I sat down by my athletic, giggling girlfriend.

"Here, I've been winding her up for the last hour," Elsie said, tossing me her phone, "Here, just go ahead and read- I've got to say, I've been absolutely setting this hippo on fire here."

I felt my heart jump to my throat as I quickly glanced at the pages of abuse Elsie had been raining down on the conversation. I didn't bother reading everything, just glancing at a few lines here and there was enough to let me know that my girlfriend had been letting her vicious side run wild. Stop eating before you explode- too fat to fuck- tits like a dairy farm on steroids- Bloated mound of jiggling sexual desperation- all jumped out at me, and as I looked up at Elsie with fear in my eyes, she finally realized that I wasn't having nearly the same fun with all this that she was.

At that moment my phone rang with an incoming FaceTime call, and Elsie's face dropped as she saw the portrait was clearly the same fat, smiling girl who she had been stripping the bark off of for half the afternoon.

"Wait, don't-!" she said, her hand darting towards my phone, but I had already picked up. This wasn't going to be an easy conversation.

An instant later she flickered into view on my screen. Impossibly plump, raven-haired and pale-skinned, buxom beyond belief, her bustline even more plethoric than in her portrait, her top looking one shallow breath away from utterly splitting its seams, and wearing a far less happy expression than in the main photo on her profile, a messy stack of old books and a crystal ball laying on her bedside table just inside the frame.

"Oh good, you're finally home- and this must be Elsie!" she said, briefly giving me a knowing smile before turning to look at my girlfriend with acid in her eyes, "I bet she's already shown you every last bitchy, empty-headed insult she's send me like she wants you to draw a smiley face on it and stick it to the refrigerator, hasn't she?"

"Well, she did show me some-" I began, still hoping to play the peacemaker here, when Elsie grabbed the phone and broke in impatiently.

"Holy cow, I honestly didn't believe you were for real. I thought any girl so completely bloated and massive had to be a photoshop job or a deepfake or something, but wow, you really are that enormous," Elsie started self-righteously, "Okay, I don't know who you are, and why you decided to take a break from stuffing yourself until your fucking fupa drags on the floor when you're waddling to the kitchen, but you've got no business bothering me or my boyfriend, so unless you've got a really fucking awesome explanation for why you're wasting our time and making me look as those fat, distended udders of yours and like all five of your chins, tell me right now before I hang up and block this number!"

The woman on the other end of the line paused, took a long, thoughtful breath that made her well-nourished bosom rise and fall impressively, and then addressed Elsie in measured tones, "Actually, he was my boyfriend first, you know."

"Wait, you're telling me that before we were together you and him were-" she glanced and quavered in recognition, "Come on, how many years ago was that? Like was this back in high school before you blew up like a balloon?"

"Oh, come on now, you mean he never told you about me?" the voluptuous goth girl asked, pouting as she looked at me, "He never even mentioned being with Amaris?"

"Stop!- you- you're Amaris?" Elsie said with about as much shock as if she had just learned I used to date the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man, "But you're just so- so fat!"

"And you're a bitchy little stick figure who probably has to stuff her bra to fill out an A-cup, but here we are," Amaris teased back, "Honestly, hon, I know getting over me can't have been easy, but I would have expected you to find a new girl with a bit better developed- personality."

"We get along alright together," I explained lamely, "I mean, it would have been weird if I'd gotten through the breakup and then tried to find some other girl exactly like you, not that there are a lot of them running around anyway."

"Okay, okay, I guess I should be relieved you're not still carrying a torch for me but still, even if you're going to be sleeping with a skinny little Barbie doll, I would have thought you'd have found one that wasn't an extra from Mean Girls."

"Oh, like you're one to talk, you look like you got fired from Hot Topic for eating all the other employees," Elsie countered, glaring as she waiting for her barb to hit and looking very undone when Amaris only smiled knowingly.

"Hey, how about you stop and be cool for a second?" I said, pressing a firm hand onto Elsie's shoulder, She's not a troll or a scammer, remember, and even though we're not dating any more, it wouldn't kill you to be nice to her. Don't you at least want to find out what she reached out to you about?"

"But baby, she said I was-" Elsie whined before seeing how earnest I was and reconsidering her course, "Okay, I'm sorry. I thought you were some kind of phishing scheme or something, and I was wrong to be mean about your weight and everything."

"Alright, I've got a feeling that's about the best apology I'm going to get here," Amaris said, one eyebrow cocked wryly, "Okay then, I guess we can bury the hatchet and move on. So, I actually had two reasons for reaching out. First, I honesty was thinking that since we had the same guy in common- though not at the same time; don't get jealous!- we might have a few things to talk about. You know- shared interests, hobbies, maybe a little bit of sex talk- I've got a lot of tips I'd be delighted to share- but I can tell you're not looking for a new best friend, and you probably don't want any ideas on how to drive your man there wild even though I've got some awfully juicy ones I'm just bubbling over to share- Okay, on to my second point then: how would you like to be a bit better endowed?"

"Wait, what do you mean?" Elsie said, glancing down and clutching at her bust defensively, "These are D-cups, all natural too. I probably have more guys staring at my tits in a week than you've had in your entire life."

"Oh, I'm sure you get plenty of attention with a nice pair like that," Amaris said with scarcely a hint of condescension, "But wouldn't you like even more? Wouldn't you like for every man and half the girls you pass on the street to be laying in bed two weeks later and thinking, 'Wow, that blonde had the biggest fucking tits I've ever seen,'. Even if you're not just playing for the viewing public, I can absolutely promise you your man here would go absolutely wild if you were sporting a set of melons with a little less bounce and a lot more jiggle- wouldn't you just love being able to make him do whatever you want him to just by taking off your top and giving your girls a little shimmy?"

"I- wait, this is some kind of pitch for weird herbal stuff isn't it?" Elsie argued after a moment of obvious interest, "If this is a surgery thing, you can stop right now too- no knives are coming anywhere near these big naturals. Even if I was willing to go under the knife, I hear that leaves most girls half numb in most of the important spots, and I do love being felt up and licked a bit too much to trade that in for the biggest set of knockers in the world."

"Oh, don't worry, I wouldn't dream of doing anything that would make your girls less sensitive," Amaris assured her, giving her own swollen udders a satisfied squeeze, "I couldn't imagine life without my peaks so tender that I'm never more than a good, hard pinch away from cumming until I'm breathless, and I promise that if you give me free run of your modest figure, you'll find your own body is vastly more- suggestible- by the time I'm done."

"Okay then, let's say I believe you," Elsie followed dubiously, "What do I need to do?"

"Barely anything; I've got everything I need right here," Amaris explained cheerfully, "Here, just let me get it all together real quick."

She leaned off-camera for a second, her chair groaning as her weight shifted (how fondly I remembered the bedsprings doing that when we were together), her massive bosom threatening to pull her off balance as she reached and came back a second later holding a very odd-looking doll held firmly in one plump hand.

It was maybe eight inches tall, and had the appearance of being rather crudely made. A rough approximation of the female form, it was sewn together out of some loose-woven, raw-colored cloth, though the mop of strawberry blonde hair on top of its head, its blue button eyes and the pearlescent pink lipstick dabbed around its open mouth left its identity impossible to mistake.

"Here we go; I don't suppose it seems like a very flattering likeness; I guess that's why the other stuff on my Etsy store sells a lot better than the dolls," Amaris said, holding it closer to the camera apologetically, "but I promise that for our purposes it is exactly what the doctor ordered. Now, since you're probably not familiar with the magic involved, I can certainly tell you more about-"

"Wait, are you gonna use voodoo or something to make my tits bigger?" Elsie broke in.

"Yes, that's it exactly," Amaris said, her eyes twinkling at the very word, "Of course, for something as intimate and permanent as this, we need something a little more powerful than just water, which is why I've spend the last couple of weeks preparing myself to be able to supply enough for the most ambitious enhancement you could possibly desire."

Without another word of explanation, Amaris reached beyond her fulsome bust, grabbed the edge of her black top, and pulled it over her head, her plump arms stretching at the shoulders as she worked free, her immense breasts falling with a slap against her soft, pale belly. She had definitely grown since I'd seen her last; she'd always been huge, but over the last few months her bust had swollen to the point where her breasts were the size of overripe watermelons, though immensely softer and heavier-looking.

"Alright then, let's begin," she said, smiling serenely as she drank in my lustful stare and Elsie's slack-jawed look of horror, "This is where it gets exciting. This is my first time, you know, so be kind if I make a mistake or two along the way here."

As Elsie stared wordlessly, Amaris hefted one swollen breast to her lips, both her arms apparently needed to support it's quivering bulk. Her nipple was rosy pink and stood stiff and proud from her soft breast, and a few drops of milk sprayed from its tip in a wild arc as she wrestled it into position. With one more smile, she pressed the leaking tip to her mouth and sucked. A shudder ran through her body, and her eyes half rolled back into her head as she sucked again, a little milk dribbling down her chin as she filled her mouth with her own fresh cream.

After a minute she let her milky breast drop gently, and, mouth closed, looked at the camera and deliberately picked up two drinking straws. The doll was propped against a pile of books on the desk before her, and Amaris pressed the straws against the doll's shapeless chest, one a little to the left, the other to the right, and the pressed the other end of both into her mouth. Her cheeks tightened a bit, her eyes narrowed with concentration, and two slight mounds began to form on the doll's chest where it was absorbing her mouthful of freshly suckled milk.

"Oh, fuck!" the moment's intense silence was shattered by Elsie crying out, suddenly clutching at her breasts in shock, "My tits- they feel so tight! Oh- they're swelling up!"

Amaris gave no notice at this outburst, other then to glance at the camera, nod, and then return to her work, as Elsie let go of herself to reveal that her breasts were indeed growing. Though her bra had fit very perfectly a moment before, her breasts now bulged slightly, but unmistakably from its cups.

"Ahh- they're still growing-" she said in shock staring in amazement as her bosom steadily swelled.

I could hear the elastic of her bra stretching quietly as its burden grew (at least I think it was the bra) and her nipples had grown every bit as erect as Amaris's, poking insistently against their Playtex prison.

"Mmm, and how's that for a start?" Amaris asked placidly, laying the straws down and wiping a little milk from her chin as she turned her attention from the doll, which now sat sporting a modest, but very feminine rise to its torso, and focused her attention on my girlfriend, "How do they feel? Why don't you take your top off so I can inspect my work and make sure I'm getting the proportions right?"

Uncharacteristically submissive, Elsie pulled her T-shirt off and, after struggling with the hooks behind her, which were under more tension than she was used to, slipped free from her bra, her breasts looking very full and perky as they jutted proudly from her chest.

"Not a bad start," Amaris mused, looking closely at Elsie's bust, "What do you think?"

"Fuck, they're enormous," Elsie murmured as she touched them hesitantly, "I mean, even if I thought this was going to work, I didn't think you'd go straight to giving me boobs the size of cantaloupes."

"Oh, come now, you're barely a F-cup, tops," Amaris chided her playfully, "If you don't mind waiting for a second though, I can make that cantaloupe happen easily enough."

With Elsie still sitting, numb with shock, holding her ample breasts as comfortably as if they were a pair of live grenades, Amaris once more hauled one sodden mammary to her lips, sucked in a mouthful, and applied the straws to her doll.

It seemed to take her less effort this time, her concentration less intense and her enjoyment clearly greater as she kept her attention both on the doll and on Elsie. No sooner had the doll begun to absorb this draught of milk than my girlfriend gave another shriek of surprise. Her breasts were growing again, faster this time, and I watched, rapt, as her bustline steadily swelled. She grew bustier, her bosom plumpening hypnotically as I watched. She expanded through several cup sizes as Amaris filled her, her tan lines distorting as the triangles normally covered by her bikini swelled, her bosom sitting heavy and firm on her chest, growing until even hanging free, her breasts touched gently in the middle, and nearly bulged wider than her ribs to either side, quaking gently as her breath came in shallow gasps.

"Now then, those are a proper set of cantaloupes," Amaris announced as she swallowed a little milk and turned her full attention to Elsie, "How to they feel?"

"Oof- they're like a couple of balloons," Elsie sighed, squeezing them a bit more forcefully this time, "Oh, I'm going to get so many looks walking around with these monsters stretching out all my shirts. This- this might be too much already- I'm not sure I can deal with having tits this big."

"And what do you think, hon?" Amaris asked, turning her attention to me, "Surely she's not too big for your tastes yet, is she?"

"Oh- um, no, you look fantastic," I assured my doubtful girlfriend reaching out and giving her improbably perky boobs a squeeze and finding them every bit as full and inviting as I'd hoped."

"Come one, let me give you a little more; I promise you won't be disappointed," Amaris begged, "I mean, they're only going to get more sensitive as they grow, and I happen to know from personal experience how much your man enjoys a nice, heavy, wobbling, titty-fuck. You've got enough to get the job done now, no doubt- but if you really want to make him cum, there's nothing like a air of breasts so lush and swollen that his cock can just get lost between them. I know he can be a bit stubborn sometimes, but I think you'll find him much more amenable to things if you can tantalize him with a pair of melons full and inviting enough to give him what he really wants."

I had been hard since Amaris first took her top off, but the thought of Elsie with a set like that got me throbbing as I watched the doubt on my girlfriend's face and desperately hoped she'd go for it. She always had loved using sex to talk me into doing what she wanted, so I wasn't too terribly surprised when she finally replied.

"Okay, I guess I've already got a pair of fat, porn star tits, so I might as well go a little further up the alphabet," she said coyly, caressing her breasts as if this had been her idea from the start, "Just not too much now, okay? I don't want a pair of lap-filling udders like yours, but okay, a pair of here-I-am-worship-me level knockers could be fun."

"Are you sure you don't want the lap-filling udders?" Amaris offered gamely, holding up one of he own for closer inspection, before bowing her head to kiss her pale, saturated breast, "He used to play with them for hours- some days I couldn't get his hands off me long enough to get out of bed! Don't think about how other people would look at you, think about how many times you could cum just from having your nipples teased a little. No? Okay, we won't go quite that far then."

Amaris sucked on her breasts again, longer and more deeply, the way she shivered betraying how much she was enjoying every second of this. Her mouth now overflowing with milk, her plump cheeks bulging with it, she picked up the straws once more, pressed them to the busty doll's bosom and tightened her cheeks.

This time it came harder still, a rush of growth that left Elsie's breasts quivering. In seconds, they swelled from firm cantaloupes to something altogether softer and far heavier, tanned skin stretching and growing paler as they inched down her trim tummy, bulging wider from her sides until the brushed her arms. Elsie gasped as they swelled, growing, ripening until they had at least doubled in size, the line where they pressed together lengthening steadily until it was more than enough to swallow me with ease. Breathless, my girlfriend cradled them with open palms, as if the weight, the sudden surge in fullness was more than she feared her skin could tolerate. Amaris forced the last bit of milk into the doll's lush bosom and dropped the straws on her desk with an air of satisfaction.

"Oh fuck, they're enormous!" Elsie breathed, finally finding her voice, still cradling her bust anxiously, her erect nipples looking strangely small against the backdrop of this new expanse of quiversome flesh, "And they're just hanging like this, they're so heavy I feel like they're about to pop!"

"Come now, I'll have to make you a lot bigger before there's any chance of that happening," Amaris said, admiring her handiwork with obvious pleasure, "Would you like me to give my little friend here a few more mouthfuls so you can feel what it's like to have a really overdeveloped bustline?"

"No! Please, I mean, this is too much already-" Elsie sighed, staring down at her bosom with a mix of longing and terror, "I- these are great, I think I've got that whole titty-fucking thing covered fine now, so- um, if you want to call it a day I think we're all good here."

"What, you expect me to just give you a nice, sensual pair like those and then leave the job half-finished?" Amaris asked pointedly, "Oh no, I could never half-ass it like that and just have you go about your life all top-heavy with those narrow hips and a flat ass like that. Here, I've got just the thing."

Amaris repositioned her phone slightly to catch more of the desk, and pulled into frame a glass bowl large enough to mix dough for a couple birthday cakes in, filled nearly to the brim with milk, sloshing to the brim as she eased it closer.

"Here, I couldn't think of a way to make this work with just the straws, and before I called you my poor tits were so awfully distended with milk that I was afraid I'd just start leaking all over myself while we were talking, so I took a few minutes and gave myself a good milking. Don't worry, I've still got more than enough in the twins here for anything you'd like me to do, but for this next part, as long as I've done the spells right, this should work just fine. I suggest you stand up, for your own comfort."

With barely a glance to see if Elsie took her advice (she did not), Amaris picked up the doll and confidently dunked it in the basin up to its waist. An instant later my girlfriend gave a yawp of surprise and jumped to her feet. Her jeans, which had been pretty form-fitting to begin with, were as tight as if they'd been painted on, and as I watched, her lower half filled them yet more. Her thighs bulged until the stitches strained to hold them. A moment after, the button ripped free from its hole in her waistband, followed by the teeth of her zipper being wrenched loose from their moorings as her hips swelled outwards by a few inches. Nodding thoughtfully, Amaris removed the doll from its milk bath, and I noticed that barely a drop fell back into the bowl from its thickened legs.

"There now, that's at least the start of a nice hourglass figure," Amaris beamed as she apprised the fruits of her efforts, "Oh, and the spell worked wonderfully; I was afraid my milk might lose some of its potency by spending so much time out of my body, but I guess I was worried for nothing. How do you feel?"

"Please- my jeans- too tight-" Elsie panted, her breasts jiggling heavily as she struggled, "Help me!"

"Oh, how thoughtless of me to pick such an intolerable stopping point," Amaris apologized, "Here, I'll take care of that problem right away for you."

With a playful smile, she submerged the doll's lower half into the milk again, and Elsie nearly passed out from the strain as all her softer parts from the waist-down her waist began to swell to even greater dimensions. The creak of straining seams was followed by a resounding rip as the thighs of her jeans split open, immediately liberating an expanse of soft, pale skin. Elsie's jeans surrendered from front to back as she gave a sigh of relief, frayed strips of denim hanging in tatters around her broad, womanly hips and the kind of round, jiggly ass that usually only comes from several thousand dollars in plastic surgery, or a diet heavy on ham sandwiches and a severe aversion to exercise.

I think we both expected Amaris to stop there. Elsie's jeans were in shreds, barely holding on around her calves, and aside from a pair of blue panties outrageously overstretched by their growing burden, she was clearly through the crisis as she took a deep breath and collapsed onto the bed, her fantastically-plumped-up behind and hips spreading voluptuously under lush bulk, as her huge bosom slapped against he chest and quivered from the impact of her fall.

But Amaris didn't stop. She kept a commanding hand on the spongy doll as Elsie grew thicker and thicker. Her thighs continued to swell until they pressed together, and her knees softened and fattened indulgently. A few stray threads that had been too loose to trouble her soon drew tight over her spreading hips, and I realized she was actually rising where she sat as her bottom inflated with fat beneath her.

"Please, you can stop- this is plenty!" Elsie cried, clutching at her billowing figure desperately as if she could slow the yielding softness spilling between her outstretched fingers, "Fuck, you're making me into a balloon!"

Amaris glanced up for a moment, then turned her attention back to the doll. Elsie's calves had swelled to the point where they began to split her jeans as well, and the staccato pop- pop- pop of other seams surrendering made it clear that her figure was swiftly overcoming the few remaining holdouts.

"Please! I've gained like, two hundred pounds!" she begged, as finally her fattening legs split her pants open from hip to ankle.

"Alright then, all free from those pants, I really should have told you to take them off before we began, I suppose," Amaris murmured as she took the doll, its lower body now swollen to twice its original size with milk, out of the bowl, setting it aside close by, "I don't want to brag too much over my own work, but you do look a thousand times better like this."

"Better? My ass is like a fucking water bed!" Elsie shouted, rising unsteadily to her feet and turning to show her lushly overfilled and exquisitely tremulous behind, "I feel like my legs are full of lead, and everything jiggles like I'm stuffed to bursting with jelly! Please, can't you take some of it back?"

"Of course not- what fun would that be?" Amaris mused, nodding towards me, "Besides, I bet he's already counting the seconds until you and I are done here and he can get you out of those panties. I know it'll be an adjustment learning to live with a few more curves, but I promise you'll grow to enjoy it more than you can know."

"How can I even go out like this?" Elsie protested in dismay, "I don't care if my stupid, chubby-chasing boyfriend wants to fuck me all day long even if I'm as huge as you; I can't show up at the gym tomorrow with hips so wide I tip over the bike at my spinning class-"

"Here, here, I bet I can do something to help," Amaris assured her, looking between my girlfriend and the doll once again, "Clearly this has been a big change for you- I should have expected that, and of course you've got all sorts of hormones surging through your body with all those new pounds, so it's completely natural that things feel a little overwhelming. Let me see what I can do to help you- well, not relax exactly- but to have a little more positive outlook on some of these new presents."

I'm not sure whether Elsie actually expected Amaris to reduce her figure or if she was just too tired and overcome to yell anymore, but she grew quiet as the overstuffed goth girl on her screen once more hefted one milky breast to her lips and sucked in half a mouthful. With a coy smile, she picked up the wide-hipped, busty little doll, parted its legs with her fingers, and pressed her lips between them.

Elsie screamed. Not with surprise or fear this time, but with raw, unbridled pleasure, her eyes rolling back and her body shuddering as I looked down and saw her panties stretching as her femininity swelled. Just above it her belly fattened as well, and her inner thighs slightly dappled with cellulite, their soft, sensitive skin stretching as they grew fuller. I couldn't help but stare transfixed though, as her modest mound ripened and rose as her most tender place of all was pumped full of more, her panties now glistening as her desire soaked through them, her body shuddering as if she had touched a live circuit.

"There we go; I bet you're feeling ever so much better now," Amaris said, withdrawing her lips from the doll, "You know, they say a lot of girls have trouble reaching climax because they're not sensitive in the right places for most men to reach. I have just made you very, very sensitive in places that he will delight in reaching."

"Oh fuck, I'm still cumming," Elsie moaned, "Okay, okay, this is worth having stripper tits and a giant ass, though hon, you're gonna need to fuck me until I pass out, just as soon as I catch my breath here."

"Mmm, I'm so glad you're happy with the new you so far," Amaris said approvingly as she caressed the side of her massive belly, "You know, once a girl reaches a certain size, it starts getting really hard for her to please herself properly, but having a pair of swollen, lust-soaked lips pressed between those luscious, jigglesome thighs make it a lot easier to get off. Now, since you've had a little break here, let's get back to business."

"Wait, back to business?" Elsie asked with a start, "Aren't you done? My tits are bigger than my head, I've got an extra hundred pounds of ass under me, and my labia feel like they're about to pop just with me sitting here. What else do you need to do to me?"

"What else?" Amaris echoed, arching an eyebrow, "Well, if I'm going to give you a figure like mine, I'm going to have to make you much, much fatter than you are now. I mean, even with those nice, full breasts, I can still see your ribs- I can't begin to think about calling it quits before they're buried under at least a foot of soft, quivering, fondlesome flesh."

"What- no! I don't want to be fat, I'm barely able to cope with being - whatever this is!" Elsie pleaded, pressing her huge boobs together demonstratively as if to show Amaris just how much excess flesh she was already burdened with, "Please, this is more than enough already!"

"Well, maybe you should have thought of that before you said such uncharitable things to me at the beginning," Amaris said distractedly, setting the doll up nearby and arranging it thoughtfully, "No, I'm definitely going to have to teach you an object lesson in just how much more fun life can be when you're tipping the scales at several hundred pounds more than you weigh right now. Here now, just hold still, this probably won't hurt very much."

As Elsie watched in horror, Amaris lifted one milk-sodden breast to her lips, sucked deeply, let her glutted mammary fall with a plop, and then picked up a straw. She tilted back the doll's head, pushed the straw's free end into its red-lipped mouth and- with a knowing smile, ended the phone call.

Elsie gasped silently, grabbing at her throat, robbed of her voice. At the same time, she began gaining weight. Unlike before, it wasn't localized in just one area of her body, but rather the effects were like she had committed to a diet of thirty thousand calories a day and no exercise more vigorous than waddling to the kitchen, sped up like one of those scientific films that shows a pear ripening on the tree.

Her belly swelled, softening, spilling over the waistband of her panties as her trim figure was swiftly overwhelmed by fat. Her thighs, firm and sensual, grew thicker, heavier, broadening where they pressed against the bed, soon touching together, the way she squirmed as they met her freshly-swollen femininity betraying how sensitive Elsie had become.

She grasped at her throat- she was breathing, but it was like her voice had been stolen, as she pointed helplessly at her phone, and a nascent roll of fat began to develop above her hips. I knew what she was asking, and despite how hypnotic the sight of her figure expanding was, I quickly found the recent calls and dialed Amaris's number.

It rang, as Elsie grabbed helplessly at her burgeoning belly, round and plump and swelling larger by the second. It rang, as her arms began to fatten up as well, lush and inviting as I dreamed of seizing her by them and pinning her to the bed beneath me. It rang, as the tide of fat pouring into her body made her already bloated breasts, billow with fullness, their skin tightening, their weight growing as they inched down her full belly and began to press against her voluptuous arms. It went to voicemail- I knew Elsie could hear it as I pressed End and she looked at me with beseeching desperation.

I dialed again. Elsie's hips were spreading wider and wider as, unseen, Amaris pumped them full to the brim with gallon after gallon of fat. It rang, and the mattress creaked meekly beneath the burden of her increasing weight. It rang, and I realized she was slowly rising, despite the bed bowing beneath her, as her ass was glutted to more and more prodigious lusciousness. It rang, and I didn't know what to do. My girlfriend had fully doubled her weight in the last few minutes and there was nothing I could do. I felt so helpless, so guilty for thinking about how sensual she looked with a double chin and a belly was swiftly creeping toward her knees as she looked at me with naked panic in her eyes. Voicemail again.

I couldn't do nothing- even if Amaris was determined to ignore the call, Elsie would never forgive me for just giving up, and from the look of dread on her face, I knew there was no way I could distract her from what was happening. It rang, as her hip, warm and yielding, began to press against mine. It rang, as the waistband of her panties vanished beneath the rolls swelling at her sides, now exposed across her back, and even that was gaining weight relentlessly. It rang, as her breasts swelled larger than her head, ripe and full, her nipples firm and waiting as they inched closer to her rising thighs. It rang, as she gave a strangled squeak of terror as she awkwardly spread her legs apart to give them more room to grow.

It rang, as I wondered just how long Amaris was going to keep doing this to her; forcing her to grow fatter and fatter, her figure gorged unwillingly to ever-greater and more unwanted fulsomeness. I tried to imagine what Elsie would do if Amaris kept this up until she weighed four hundred pounds, with bloated, low-hanging udders and a belly that swayed when she waddled. It rang, and I tried to guess how Elsie could cope with weighing five hundred pounds- as much as Amaris had weighed when we'd been together- though it seemed she had put on a good bit more since then- imagining my girlfriend burdened with ponderous breasts dangling to her waist, and hips that made her squeeze painfully through doorways. It rang, and I wondered just how many more pounds Amaris dared to pump into her. Six hundred? Seven hundred? Half a ton? I didn't know how I'd be able to console my Instagram-obsessed girlfriend if her ass was so titanically fat she couldn't even fit in a car anymore, or her breasts so distended with fat that even trying to carry them around would be torture. It rang, as Elsie frantically pawed at her billowing figure, to the sound of her expanding body and the submissive creaking of the mattress beneath her. It rang-

"Okay, I guess I've kept the two of you waiting long enough," Amaris said, blinking onto the screen, milk dripping from her lips and leaking in lazy rivulets from her maternally plumped-up nipples as she gently set down the doll, now swollen to easily double its original size, "My, and don't you look nice an sensual with a few more inches of padding all over? How does it feel? I bet those fat, juicy thighs are squeezing awfully tight in places that you're going to have so much trouble ignoring, and that belly- now that you don't have to worry about watching your diet and staying so sickly thin all the time, I can't begin to tell you what kind of self-indulgent pleasures await you. But just listen to me going on like this- how do you feel?"

"Fuck, you've made me into a blow-up doll!" Elsie cried, her voice back now that weight gaining magic was no longer coursing down her throat, at least for the moment, "How am I going to even leave the house like this? Where will I even find clothes now that I'm a massive cow like y-"

"Mind your temper, now," Amaris broke in soberly, "If you're going to be like that, I can always just hang up this phone, dunk this little doll in a couple gallons of thick, fresh, breastmilk, and you can sit there expanding like a balloon until I get bored or your double's stitches run out of growing room. Understand?"

Elsie nodded, as silent as if her voice as been stolen again.

"Good. You know, its amazing what modern chemistry has done for the independent enchantress like me. Super-absorbent polymers, ultra-stretchy materials- working with traditional textiles, I'd be lucky if I could make a doll that could soak up twice its weight in milk, but thanks to modern science, this little wonder can hold much, much more," she explained, casting an admiring glance at the doll, before turning her attention back to my girlfriend, "Well then, back to business. Your figure's finally starting to show some potential. Here, turn around so your boyfriend here can give you a good spanking."

"What? Look- no matter how much control you have over my body I'm not going to start playing around on camera just for you-" Elsie argued, falling suddenly silent as Amaris pressed her finger to the doll's mouth.

"It is not just because I want to watch you get spanked," Amaris said with just a hint of a smile, "I'm planning on pouring a couple hundred more pounds into that nice, fat ass of yours, and for your own safety, I want to see how much growing room you've got left back there so I don't accidentally pump those sweet cheeks full of more weight that they can handle, okay? I don't think any of us here would want you to explode because I misjudged how much more of my attention your body could handle, do you?"

She picked up the doll, stood it on her desk, and roughly turned it around. At the same instant, Elsie gave a start and stood up as if pulled from her seat like a marionette, her plumpened body hypnotically aquiver, her swollen breasts jiggling enticingly as, with a look of surprise, she turned to present her backside to the camera.

"There we go, no point in giving me an attitude when I'm the one in control here," Amaris reminded her firmly, "Now, lover-boy, give her a good, hard slap on the ass- just like you used to give me when I got a little too bossy with you."

"Don't you fucking dare," Elsie whispered through gritted teeth, "This is already the most humiliating day of my entire life."

"That's enough sass from you- mind your manners or I'll just drop my little friend here into the milk bowl until you're as wide as the mattress and ever so much more fun to bounce on top of," Amaris admonished her, "Now then, one good, firm slap, if you please."

Elsie was watching me, half pleading, half sullen as I swung back and planted my palm hard against her lush behind, the smack echoing off the walls as the swelling expanse of pale flesh quaked in response. A single muffled curse escaped Elsie's lips, and she gave me a look that left me unsure if she was going to hit me in response or beg me for another one. We didn't have time to explore the issue further as Amaris broke back in.

"Mmm, perfect! All that squish and jiggle means you can take plenty more back there before we're even close to your limit," Amaris enthused, "This next part would probably be more comfortable if I let you sit down again, but I'll enjoy watching a lot more; and it isn't like you need to be watching me to know exactly what I'm about to do to you."

She picked up the doll again, this time under its arms as it had become to big around the middle for her to gasp one-handed, and confidently dunked its lower half into the basin of milk. The consequences were immediate.

Standing right beside me, Elsie's already overstuffed hips and ass began to swell afresh. Pound after pound of fat flooded their receptive tissues, her body soaking up ever drop like a sponge. The overstretched waistband of her panties sunk deeper and deeper into the rolls blossoming at her hips, her figure straining to endure the onslaught of weight pouring into her. The lower reaches of the doll's belly must have been submerged as well, since as I looked on, the lower curve of Elsie's was plumping up steadily, pouring over her waistband and quivering as its unsupported burden grew more and more excessive.

I wanted to reach out and touch her, to squeeze her tender, delicate form, to caress and explore her body, which was growing more irresistibly overladen by the second, but one look at the forbidding glare that darkened her face told me not to lay a finger on her- yet.

Her thighs, pale and delicate, puffed up like rising bread, the way they quaked as Elsie shuddered a testament to how unbearably heavy they were swiftly becoming. They squeezed together tighter and tighter, surging out to her sides, in front and in back as they thickened invitingly. Her calves too, were loaded with a heaping measure of fat, her ankles, her knees, soon overcome as she grew too thick to wear lace-up boots, and then too thick for anything that rose above her plump ankles. Elsie's thighs blossomed out at a breathtaking rate, spreading and spreading as she was stuffed with more. Soon she was wider than the bedroom door, one warm, yielding hip brushing against my shoulder as she expanded like a balloon.

But most of all, her already well-fed cheeks were being glutted with fat at an alarming rate. It seemed for every ounce that the rest of her figure was gaining, her lush behind was compelled to accept more than double that. She writhed, her ass expanding as if it was being pumped full of jello from a firehose, quivering submissively as Amaris flooded her with more and more until my poor girlfriend must have carried more than a three hundred pounds just in her swollen rear.

She bit her lip, moaning softly, hands braced against her broadening thighs, her quivering breasts and opulent belly squeezed tight between them as she braced herself for the increasing burden behind her. Elsie's arms shivered, her legs trembled as her weight mounted higher and higher, the dimple-flecked skin of her derriere still soft and supple despite being stretched by countless gallons of unwelcome lusciousness. Elsie gave a muffled cry of despair- she looked ready to collapse- and I could only imagine her fainting and laying there helpless, as Amaris inexorably pumped her fuller and fuller and fuller.

The was a loud snap- Elsie shrieked, and something blue and small and shapeless flew across the mattress, smacking softly against the headboard.

"There we go, finally out of those panties; maybe that's enough enough back there for now," Amaris said with satisfaction as she thoughtfully lifted the doll from her basin of milk, its hips and butt now exaggerated to outrageous proportions, and heavy enough that Amaris had to cradle it by its thick legs to hold it steady. She made as if to set it down, but then paused and looked at Elsie, who, exhausted, had turned and let herself fall onto the bed, her hips spreading out softly as her seat was obliged to support her weight, her ass bulging behind her sensually, "So, how to do you feel?"

"What do you even want me to say?" Elsie pleaded, with tears in her eyes, almost afraid to look down at herself, "If I tell you this is the best thing ever and I'm so fucking hot right now, you'll just give me more and more until my tits are so massive I can't even breathe, and if I tell you I hate this and I hate you, you'll just laugh and make me even fucking fatter until I either get a huge as you are or I fucking burst! I'm a fat, huge-assed, big-titted freak, and no matter what you say, I don't think my boyfriend here is going to be interested in fucking a cow like this, so just leave me alone and let what you've already done to me be punishment enough!"

"Oh, come now; I promise you won't suffer for lack of attention from this lover once I've finished playing around," Amaris said reassuringly, "Here, now that you're out of those awfully constrictive panties, I've been neglecting to ensure that you're enjoying all this as fully as possible."

With a knowing smile, Amaris set down the ungainly doll, lifted her breast to her lips and sucked deep and long. She let her milk-slick mammary fall with a slap against her belly, then hefted the doll, gently pushed its legs apart as Elsie moaned, her own thick thighs parting on the sagging mattress as if by their own will. Then Amaris pressed her lips between the doll's legs mouth open as she pushed an ample mouthful of breastmilk into the obediently permeable doll.

Elsie whimpered, grabbing at where her plumped-up belly met her lush thighs. She shivered, the bed shaking as her hips bucked involuntarily, and I half expected her to pass out and go limp as a wave of orgasms rippled through her body in the span of half a minute.

"Well, you don't have to be able to see past that cute little belly of yours to know that I've puffed your femininity up to double its size again," Amaris said, one arm snaking down along her own huge belly as if she were tempted to explore her own magically-amplified womanhood, "See, I just want to fill you with more pleasure, so much that your body can barely hold it all. You keep acting scared, like I'm doing this to torture you or something, but that's what you should be frightened about. The thing you should really be worrying about is just how much you're going to love every inch of your new self once I'm finished- and maybe that you'll be begging me to give you more than your body really ought to hold- and I'm afraid I can be awfully easy to convince on that front."

"Just because you've blown my lips up so tight that just walking across the room will make me cum doesn't mean I can't still hate you for it," Elsie spat back, though clearly struggling to keep control of herself, her own arm reaching with a mind of its own towards the zipper of my pants.

"Ooh, but I'm not just playing with your size, it goes so much deeper than that," Amaris explained as she ran a finger down the doll's belly, smiling as Elsie shuddered in response, I'm teasing your hormone levels too, tweaking some just a little, boosting others to positively obscene highs, all to change the appetites your body is always pushing on you. It's not just the inches and pounds my milk is giving you though; the same hormones that have given me this luscious, sensual figure are pumping through your veins, soaking into your flesh in massive doses right now and all that comes with it is going to be yours. The same chemistry that left me needing a custom bra before I made it to junior prom is going to be yours to enjoy too. Speaking of which, let's have a look at those modest little mounds of yours- they looked plenty big enough on you skinny, but now I think you need to go up a few dozen cup sizes to look impressive with the rest of your new figure."

"Please, don't!" Elsie begged, with uncharacteristic humility, "I'm already so huge- there's no point in making my breasts bigger- they're already so sore- I'm already so swollen and sensitive I think just cumming is going to make me cry- you don't have to make me any bigger up top too."

"Oh, I know I don't have to, but I wouldn't dream of wrapping things up before you're at least as big as I am- I can't begin to describe the boundless pleasures the twins here give me constantly," Amaris enthused, "But then again, after seeing how well you and my doll have tolerated having your bottom half blown up to such sumptuous proportions, I'm not sure I'll be able to stop myself there. Here, just you sit there and be comfortable while we see how much more those little mounds of yours can take in one sitting."

"Little?" Elsie cried, looking down at her chest in dismay, "They're already bigger than basketballs- what are you-"

With an indulgent smile, Amaris once more pressed a silencing finger to the doll's mouth, and my girlfriend was rendered mute.

"You know, I feel like we've been getting to know each other so very well here, maybe I should try to do this next part a little more intimately?" Amaris pondered, thoughtfully fondling her massive udders as she regarded my silent girlfriend thoughtfully, "Yes, as much fun as all this has been so far, maybe a more direct connection would be the most potent way to get the kind of figure I have in mind for you. Here, don't worry- the pressure might be a little bit much for a few minutes here, but yes- the more I think about it the more I'm sure this is the best way to handle this next step of your development. I'll just be a moment getting prepared; try not to be too impatient with me."

With a look of pleasant concentration on her round face, Amaris opened the desk drawer in front of her, gasping a little as it came free and struck her in her very full bosom, then rooting around in it looking for something before a smile of recognition crossed her face and she came up with two little cones, each hollow like a funnel, and obviously made of rubber or soft silicone from the way they squished and regained their shape when she pinched one between her plump thumb and forefinger.

"Mmm, here we go- I've just been dying to try these out, and here I nearly forgot I even had them. What a wasted opportunity that would have been," she reflected as she held one up and carefully stretched its small end over a straw, repeating the process with the second as soon as she seemed satisfied with how everything fit, "And now for the fun part- I've never done this before, and I can't wait to see how much more productive a more personal connection is."

Awkwardly but confidently, Amaris held the straws and wrestled her unwieldy bosom into position, a look of pleasure washing across her features as one after another she snapped the large end of the rubber cones over her own milk-slick and throbbingly erect nipples. For a moment, the effect was almost comical, the two straws pointing out at odd angles away from her plentiful bosom, jiggling and bouncing wildly as her swollen mammaries rippled softly with her every breath. After a moment of fumbling, Amaris managed to get ahold of both straws, press them firmly against the moist bosom of her doll, and then gave her breasts a deep, gripping tug, almost as if she was milking a cow. The rubber cones bulged, and creamy breastmilk surged through the straws, clearly at far higher pressure than Amaris had been able to produce with her lips alone.

Elsie opened her mouth in a voiceless scream as her own bust responded with eager submission. Her breasts, already distressingly full, swelled up like balloons, as every ounce Amaris pumped from her own milk-laden bosom into the doll seemed to increase my girlfriend's burden by at least half a gallon of invitingly tremulous flesh. Her areolae were drawn tight as the broadening expanse of pale skin around them stretched farther and farther, tugging them taut until they were more than twice as wide as before, and delicately overstrained. In an instant her nipples, the two perky little peaks that I knew so well, suddenly to doubled in size, throbbing as her billowing bust, goading them further away from her soft chest.

"Oh yes, it feels so much better like this," Amaris purred, smoothly and confidently kneading her own lavish bosom ardently, each squeeze, each pinch sending another rush of breastmilk gushing into the doll and in Elsie's helplessly billowing breasts, "Mmm, I'm just pumping it right into you, aren't I? Every ounce I coax out of my girls here must be filling yours up by, what- nearly a gallon? Oh, it's lucky for you I've already drained so much into the bowl already and I'm not in the mood to really give you are hard time. On a good day I can tease the twins here into expressing more than a gallon each- if I just sat here and decided to pump every last drop of that into your overfilled jugs, that would mean filling you up with- let's see- Ooh- more than a hundred gallons in each tit! Don't worry, I'm sure your poor boobs would explode long before I could ever fatten them up by that much, and I'm just trying to teach you a lesson, not inflict anything on you that's going to be too painful. Still, just imagine yourself laying there, pinned to the bed with each of your breasts distended to over three feet across! Mmm, you'd be lucky to even be able to breathe at that size, your skin stretched tight as a pair of drumheads, veins throbbing as I pumped every last drop of milk into you that you could possibly hold. I bet you wouldn't be nearly so rude to me if you managed to survive that."

Elsie's breasts were fully as large as Amaris's by now, though achingly spherical and tight, suspended torturously above her lap, rather than resting their weight against her welcomingly plush thighs. Tears ran down her cheeks as she looked more and more as if she was about to pop, pale blue veins growing visible beneath her taut skin, when I noticed Amaris gave her an almost sympathetic look, and the tension in the air seemed to fade as something in the magic changed tone.

"Okay, don't panic, I wouldn't ever actually pump your tits so full of fat that they'd really explode- I'm not a monster you know. And there's no woman who knows better than me the excruciating strain and lower back pain that comes with a set of absolute melons like the ones you're sporting now," Amaris conceded, as she gave a commiserative smile and began to caress her brimming udders more maternally, "Here- let me see if I can make your discomfort there a little less acute. Don't think for a moment I'm going to make those magnificent milkers there one whit less spectacular than they already are, but I think I can at least stop them from making you look like a stripper who got stuck with the saline pump in her tits while the doctor went on her lunch break."

Almost instantly, Elsie's breasts- still growing, began to soften. It was as if some hidden capacity for expansion was suddenly unlocked within her body, and they were soon swelling as easily as a pair of pumpkins ripening on the vine. They hung heavier and heavier against her belly as they fattened, no longer just touching in the middle where their two straining spheres made contact- rather as her blossoming bosom fattened, her cleavage deepened into a long, inviting cleft between her two now-pendulous breasts. Though her nipples remained just as tight as before, and her areolae every inch as overstretched, they began to hang towards her lap, as her bosom finally kissed her well-cushioned lap, and I could see the tension draining from her body as she left her back slip a little so their burden could settle more fully onto her thighs. Veins remained visible beneath her creamy skin, and for the first time since this round of growth had began, Elsie dared to touch herself, hesitantly kneading her sublime bosom, her eyes half closed as the sensations flowing through her ballooning body were nearly enough to outweigh her distress as these transformations.

Amaris concentrated, clutching her massive breasts with sublime resolve, and a sudden burst of fullness flooded into Elsie's chest. Gallons of fat surged into her jiggling bosom until her breasts spilled out beyond her knees and nearly hid her indulgent belly behind their pale bulk, swelling like marshmallows in a vacuum jar. She was easily twice as well-endowed as Amaris now, and I saw her eyes go wide as a new sensation filled her body.

With an audible pop, Elsie's nipples each doubled in size again, throbbing and dangerously engorged, so red they verged on purple and as thick and long as wine corks. She gasped for breath, grabbing protectively at her obscenely distended bust- and then fat drops of milk began to leak from her bloated breasts. At first it was just a few, round white beads forming, enlarging until gravity claimed them, and then dripping down the lower curve of her fulsome breasts one at a time. The flow grew more and more relentless though, as Amaris urged one last surge of cream into the doll and that same fullness into my girlfriend's helpless body.

At last, Amaris pulled the straws free from her visibly-sagging breasts with a pair of loud pops. Her nipples were swollen even larger than Elsie's, pinkish and raw-looking, still dripping weakly as Amaris massaged them gently, wincing at how deliciously tender she had made herself

"Mmm, there we go," she said approvingly as she watched Elsie, still dumbstruck, rubbing her fingers through the white rivulets that dribbled from her body now, "I knew if I pumped enough into your girls there fast enough they'd start making milk on their own. How does it feel?"

"Oh, they're just so warm and heavy and- so full now," Elsie murmured dreamily, finding her voice at last, "I don't even know how I'm going to deal with these- it's like I'm one good pinch away from cumming right now, and even if I can find a top that covers these monsters, I'll be soaking through it in no time like a Holstein with a hormone imbalance. Please, how much more of this are you going to punish me with?"

"Ahh, if you check back in with me a week from now, I suspect the word 'punish' will be the last thing on your mind, especially if you let your boyfriend there have the whip hand for a bit," Amaris smiled, "Even leaving him out of the equation, I imagine a nice soak in the bathtub with a glass of wine to keep you occupied while you're sucking on those fat, wet udders of yours may be more than enough to change your mind."

"Do you- do you really like me this way, with my tits to massive I can barely sit up straight?" Elsie asked me, momentarily so overwhelmed she had forgotten how to be rude, "And the milk, you don't mind if I'm leaking all over the place? I already feel so messy and slippery with this stuff, and my nipples are all purple and swollen so huge I feel like a dirty picture just sitting here."

"I think I could get used to you like this," I said, running one finger slowly down along her yielding cleavage before sliding it across one protruding peak as she shuddered, "And I'm not sure why you think that being all wet and slippery is a bad thing in my book, but if you're going to be a dairy cow, I'll be happy to milk you morning, noon and night."

"Fantastic- not that I'm surprised," Amaris beamed, cupping her own enormous mammaries again, "Since that's all settled I'm sure neither of you will have any objections to this next part."

Without waiting for Elsie to protest, not that she was in any condition to do more than moan as she clutched at her overflowing breasts, Amaris sucked another dripping mouthful from one sodden breast, picked up her pair of straws, and once more applied them to the straining bosom of her doll.

Again, the effect was immediate. Elsie's breasts creaked as they swelled to ever more staggering dimensions. Their supple flanks spilled over my girlfriend's pillowy arms like a rising tide. Their skin stretched hopelessly as they were mercilessly laded with pound upon pound of milk-saturated flesh, the glands within them responsible for such lacteous abundance ballooning to a point far beyond what any woman might naturally develop. Her nipples grew so exquisitely engorged they looked ready to burst, and around them, white stretchmarks blossomed, radiating like a starburst around her aching buds, splitting the smooth surface of her areolae as they were drawn wider than tea saucers, even as they bulged awfully from her immense bosom. Elsie's eyes rolled back into her head as her bust buried her thighs, her cleavage now a lavish, enveloping canyon nearly a yard long, and deep enough to absorb even the most ardent thrust.

The dribble of cream from her mammoth milkers grew to a pair of steady rivulets, flowing from her protruding tips, and giving way to a thick spray of fat, white droplets whenever she jostled her glutted melons in the slightest. I would have expected her to be cursing up a storm at Amaris by now, who was looking on at her handiwork with boundless satisfaction as she forced a generous mouthful of milk into the doll's oversaturated bosom, or at least that Elsie would be sitting there with a look of silent rage as this raven-haired, vast-bosomed witch inflated her figure to such embarrassingly opulent proportions. Instead, she looked almost intoxicated, fondling her distended breasts with cautious eagerness, biting now and then at her lower lip and mouthing silent words of bliss as the kingdom of riches for her to explore grew steadily more vast.

At last Amaris was through. She neatly set down the straws on her milk-slick desktop and pushed the doll up so that the weight of its milk-suffused bosom and belly kept it sitting up nearly on its preccariously-expanded behind. Elsie was sitting beside me panting, the bedsprings groaning softly at her freshly-mounted burden, a small but growing puddle of milk dampening the floor around her plump cankles.

"Mmm, if you had your heart set on being a dairy cow, I think you're well on your way now," Amaris announced happily, watching as Elsie lustfully cradled her billowsome breasts protectively, "Oh, just look at you- you're going to get that bed all wet if you keep lactating like that, and I'm sure you don't want that to happen- at least not yet. Let's go ahead and put a cork in those jugs for now."

With a wink in my direction, Amaris reached off camera and retrieved a pair of small clothespins. Deftly, she applied them to the prominent nubs of the doll's bosom, as Elsie gave an open-mouthed shudder, her eyes gowning wide as she grasped for nipples now too far away for her to reach.

"Not too tight, I hope, unless you'd prefer a tighter pinch?" Amaris teased as Elise fondled her breasts as if their sensitivity had suddenly spiked again, "At least you don't have to worry about leaking milk all over the bedroom right now, though I'm sure you can already feel that your body is still producing it at a most impressive rate. Still, I'm sure it'll be a little while before the pressure becomes intolerable, so let's take a moment to talk. How do you feel?"

"Oh, fuck, is it normal for me to be this horny?" Elsie gasped, regarding her body as if it was an unstable artillery shell, "I mean, I should be outraged at you right now for turning me into- into this- blowing me up into a voodoo milk slut until I can barely breathe-fuck, why does it have to feel so amazing?"

"Doesn't it though?" Amaris asked, gazing down at her own lush bosom wistfully, "You know, I can't tell you how many times I've been tempted to glut my own breasts until they're as gloriously, maddeningly, milky and pleasure-bent as yours. I almost envy you."

"Why haven't you ever done it then?" Elise asked, glancing between Amaris's bust and her own as it dawned on her just how much more massive she had now become, "I can't even describe how it feels- you don't know what you're missing out on!"

"Mmm, I'm already a slave to more than enough carnal desires," Amaris mused, "If I added any more addictions to my list, I don't think I'd be able to drag myself out of bed to do anything that didn't involve stuffing myself, fucking, and using all my kinkiest magic to make myself cum for hours on end. It doesn't sound like you've got anything more productive to do with your time though, so I'll just have to be satisfied knowing that you're spending nearly every waking moment deliriously enthralled by the desperation of your body and be satisfied with a job well done."

"Oh, so what comes next then?" Elsie breathed, sounding almost mesmerized, as if the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through her body had broken her resolve and left her entirely suggestible to the black-haired moist-bosomed witch in her phone.

"Well, that's a nice change of attitude, and certainly one that I can get behind," Amaris said, happily, "I suppose if you're finally enjoying this, I could give you a little more to enjoy."

She shot me a glance, perhaps searching to see if I was going to protest, or try to intervene as she filled my helpless girlfriend to ever more debilitating voluptuousness. I only smiled.

With an answering grin, Amaris lifted one milk-slick nipple to her lips again and sucked in a decent mouthful. Then she picked up the doll, now enlarged to several times its original size and delicate in its unwieldy overfullness, and pressed the mound between its thick, cloth thighs to her lips.

Elsie gave a whimper of ecstasy, squirming weakly as the bed sagged beneath her. Her thighs quivered, and though I couldn't see her expanding this time, it was clear that Amaris was giving her a very generous dose indeed. Elsie's plump fingers pawed needfully at the lower reaches of her vast, low-hanging belly, trying to work them between its fertile bulk and the soft, dimpled skin of her sleek thighs. She shuddered and moaned wordlessly, her chest blushing pink and her pulse racing as she struggled for breath, the pale veins that arced along the enormous curves of her bosom bulging slightly as her heart pounded, while her belly trembled like jello in an earthquake as her legs rocked and shivered beneath it.

She looked completely overwhelmed, as Amaris patiently but determinedly applied her lips to the doll. Elsie began to list to one side as if she was about to topple over, barely sensible enough of herself to brace both her arms behind her as she rocked back, her chubby wrists pressing against the softness of her glutted ass as her body quaked and she silently came again and again and again.

"There we go- how does that feel?" Amaris smiled as she finally pulled the doll away from her lips, the seam between its cloth legs now so overstretched that I could see the sodden stuffing dripping between its gaps, "You're starting to be such a good girl I thought that deserved a little positive reinforcement."

"Oh- fuck, my lips are gonna burst!" Elise gasped, frightened, but far from angry, "Ooh- I've never felt so turned on in my life- I think I'm going to explode- what did you do to me?"

"Ah, this time around I did far more than pump those delicate womanly petals up with so much yielding flesh you'll be able to cum just from plodding from the bedroom to the kitchen and back," Amaris said brightly, delighted to finally have a willing and attentive student, "You can probably feel the added pressure between those luscious thighs of yours too- you were starting to develop a bit of a fupa down there anyway, so I went and blew it up with another three gallons of ever so sensual fat. It might take some getting used to, but you'll be glad you've got that added pillow when he's pounding you senseless for the tenth time of the day, and I promise you it's so very, very sensitive for play time. Oh- and since I figured you weren't quite enough of a bubbling cauldron of horniness just yet, I went and pumped your ovaries up to the size of softballs. I'm not even sure what having that flood of hormones surging into your body day and night is going to do to you, but I'm sure you'll have ever so much fun figuring out how to take the fullest advantage of it."

"Oof- I can barely even think straight," Elsie said dizzily, stroking her lush body with an almost intoxicated fervor, "What else are you going to do to me before you let me go ahead and fuck my boyfriend here?"

"Well, I think my work is just about done here, actually," Amaris said , beaming proudly as she surveyed the fruits of her labors, "You're absolutely titanic, you've certainly been initiated into the pleasures of being a huge, fat, massive-titted slut- at least you will about ten seconds after I end this call, I suspect- and I imagine that if you ever manage to leave your house and pass any other fat girls on the street, you'll be a bit more solicitous in your manners."

"So, no bigger?" Elsie asked, almost forlornly, as she gazed at the oversaturated doll resting heavily on Amaris's desk, next to the bowl of breastmilk, its level several inches lower than when we had begun, "But, my boobs?"

"Oh goodness, I think I've given you quite enough for right now," Amaris said picking up the doll gently and comparing it to my girlfriend's buoyant figure, "I think I've stuffed you with about as much as you can safely hold, though I guess I can leave those clothespins on for a little longer if you're enjoying feeling your breasts bloat up with milk like a couple of balloons. Now then, I think I'll send you a good measuring tape- maybe two, since they only go up to 120 inches, after all, so when you've finally been fucked enough that you want more than just lounging around in bed naked all day you'll be able to order some decent clothes. You'll probably want to order a custom-fitted nursing bra or two- not that those will come cheap, but they'll do wonders for your lower back, I promise you. Oh, and maybe a fun, translucent nightie or too, just to keep things- Oh!"

Amaris had begun to stand, but the floor of her bedroom- thoroughly wet with her own milk, proved dangerously slippery. With a cry of dismay, she fell with a resonant smack to the floor, while disastrously, the doll fell with a heavy splash, right into the bowl of milk.

Elsie convulsed as if she'd just licked a live wire and let out a wordless moan, her eyes closed and her jaw slack as the inevitable happened. I could almost hear the doll swelling up as it soaked up Amaris's breastmilk like a sponge- bobbling helplessly in its sea of cream as its stitches strained tighter and tighter as its little body grew more desperately sodden. The effect on my girlfriend happened just as swiftly.

She collapsed back on the bed, senseless, its springs groaning from her weight, prevented from laying flat by her dangerously-glutted behind. Even before her lush body had stopped jiggling from the impact, I could see she was being filled every bit as precipitously as the doll, her body becoming more prodigiously flooded with fat as I started on helplessly.

Elsie's belly rose like an inflating balloon, spilling over her thighs even as she lay there, weighing down on her oppressively as her rolls of fat were stuffed with more and more and more. They poured out to her sides, wider and wider as if her belly was desperate to outpace her broadening hips, rolls that would have been merely pinchable, plumpening in seconds into supersaturated hills with deep valleys tight between them. Her belly soon overtook her thick thighs, forcing them farther and farther apart as its weight and immensity begged to surrender to gravity's pull, while stretchmarks arced across its rising curve mounted higher and higher and more fat flooded by the gallon into her defenseless figure.

Her thighs expanded at a reckless pace, sleek, quaking flesh stretching further and further as they were loaded with fullness beyond measure. I swear they quickly swelled to twice their girth of just a minute before, then steadily on towards treble it, Elsie's knees now buried under jiggling rolls, so fat I wondered if she would even be able to bend them after this, her calves plumping up at nearly the same reckless pace, until even they creaked with repletion. Her hips surged outwards as if they were desperate to fill the entire bed, soon one pressed against me with insistent and growing heaviness, a vast tide of feminine fullness mounting and lapping at her body's limits as the magic engorged her into an ever more outrageous reflection of some primitive idol of fertility.

Though I was sure she was unconscious, beaten senseless by the sheer tempest of sensations churning within her body, there was no doubt that this onrush of fullness wasn't sparing her already-inflamed femininity the same rough treatment that the rest of her body was enduring. Weakly, Elsie bucked and wriggled as I imagined how many gallons were being pumped into the yielding folds of her womanhood, how many awkward yet aching pounds her tenderest places were being laded with, and how much longer such delicate tissues could endure such relentless excess.

Elsie's breasts, already oppressively heavy on her chest and spreading across the sheets like a pair of jello-filled beanbag chairs, rippled and shuddered as Amaris's spell forced them to contain more and more and more. I watched the doll floating aimlessly in its bowl, clothespins still firmly in place on its straining bust and wished that I had protested Amaris's placement of them there when I had the chance. I had no idea how much of the pressure building within my girlfriend's brimming bosom was because of their surfeit of milk, but I could only imagine that her condition would be less dire if her tortured mammaries were not being glutted with milk and fat in such calamitous amounts simultaneously. The stretchmarks around her throbbing nipples crept further and further from her puffed-up areolae out into the pale expanse of her milk-laden breasts as they expanded, their load increasing to ever more distressing degrees. The veins tracing their delicate way across her globes became more prominent beneath her tightening, milky skin, pulsing visibly beneath the surface, her breasts each now fully three feet across, bulging past her outstretched hands and driving her body ever deeper into the mattress.

The doll's arms were swelling up like overstuffed pillows, and in turn, Elsie's were growing so fat I wondered if she'd even be able to lift them once this was all done. From shoulders to elbows she swelled until her arms were thicker than the most decadent couch cushions, while from there to her hands she was scarcely less utterly-filled. Elsie's fingers were becoming plump and plush in the extreme, and as she mindlessly clenched one hand, I couldn't help but think about how wonderful those softening, sensual fingers would feel wrapped around my cock.

Elsie's neck was nearly lost between her ever-spreading bosom and her decadently fattening face. Though she probably wouldn't have quite so many chins if she was sitting up, she was still winsomely round-cheeked now, and I couldn't ignore how her lips were plumping up, not nearly at the same rate as the rest of her, but still becoming fuller and more sensual as the spell seemed to find every last inch of her body that could contain a more and fill it to the very brink of calamity.

There was a deep, tortured creak, then a series of snaps, like an overloaded rope giving way a little at a time, and for a moment I was afraid my overfilled girlfriend had been forced beyond what her straining figure could endure. A moment later though, to my boundless relief, the bed frame shattered beneath her mounting immensity, both of us dropping several inches as the mattress fell to the floor, Elsie's entire body quivering like a mountain of jelly in an earthquake, as she gave out a soft sigh at the impact, though whether it was from delight or terror I couldn't tell.

I glanced up at her phone. The was still no sign of Amaris- for a moment I left off worrying about my swiftly filling girlfriend and wondered if her amply-favored tormentor was okay, or whether I should be trying to figure out what number to call for the rescue squad where she was. At the same time, whether she popped up from behind her desk right this second or if she had been knocked out cold, it didn't matter much as far as Elsie's condition was concerned. The bowl had barely an inch of breastmilk remaining in it, the rest of it now absorbed by the doll, which looked nearly as fit to burst as the tremulous mound of sensuality rising beside me.

Elsie's belly now rose level with my shoulders, a huge, quivering dome of sensuality, glistening with sweat, shot through with pale stretchmarks and accentuated by overstuffed rolls of fat, rising and falling with her labored breathing, though each breath left its summit higher than the one preceding. She was rapidly spreading out to fill up most of the mattress, its springs moaning softly as her growing weight compressed them against the floor. Her breasts would have risen nearly as high if not for their aching softness. Their tender bulk spread across the ruined bed like rising dough, her nipples, riding the peaks of these two jigglesome mountains, swollen to the size of overripe strawberries, painfully purple, her dangerously overfilled mammaries each now more than three feet across, lapping at the headboard and foot of the bed as they quivered. Each one had to be at least two hundred pounds right now, and I worried that they were going to compress the very breath from her lungs if this went on much longer. All the same, there was not much I could do, especially with her delirious and teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. Pulling her up to a sitting position might not even be possible with her bosom and belly enlarged to such prodigious proportions, and she was so massive I wouldn't be able to stand between her knees and grab her hands without laying on top of her and adding yet more pressure to what her body was already hampered by.

The bowl was nearly empty now. The seams of the doll strained at every stitch, looking as if they'd been about to split a couple pints ago, somehow still held firm. The clothespins on the doll's bosom remained in place, and glancing at Elsie's staggeringly distended breasts, I wondered now how many gallons of milk each of them was brimming with. Three gallons each- could it be five? Was it really possible that my girlfriend's breasts, so overinflated with fat as they were, each also carried the burden of twenty or thirty pounds of thick, creamy milk? Was this just a one time thing, or would she be filling up all the time like this? Would I have to milk her? I felt guilty, losing myself in such musings while beside me, Elsie lay insensible, becoming more and more obscenely overfilled by the second.

Her thighs were thicker than barrels now, her legs pushed awkwardly straight, so outrageously full of fat that it took more strength than she had simply to bend them, though her hips remained more pliable, despite being now at least five feet across. Her legs splayed out wide at an angle that would have been impressive for a gymnast, her vast, forswollen belly forcing them to yield before its ballooning immensity. Elsie whimpered, nearly buried beneath her hopelessly distended bosom, her scandalously swollen nipples now nearly level with my shoulders, each riding atop a vast mountain of quivering mammary excess.

Pale stretch marks split across the billowing roundness of her mammoth belly- they radiated further from her rigid peaks as her breasts were glutted with more than she could hope to long endure. I heard Elise give a moan of desperation as her body's fullness passed even the most malleable measure of safety. She seemed to be holding her breath, awaiting the inevitable- or maybe she was just stifled by the oppressive bulk of her glutted bosom.

Her reckless growth seemed to slow, and glancing at her phone, I realized why. The bowl was at last empty, occupied only by a once-small voodoo doll that was now saturated with breastmilk until it looked more like woman-shaped water balloon ready to burst, quivering with overfullness just sitting there. I realized I could still hear Elsie breathing, though looking around the horizon of her brimming breasts, she didn't look like she had nearly regained her senses.

A moment later I heard another sound- the sound of groaning floorboards, followed by stifled swearing, and as I watched the phone I saw on plump, ring-adorned hand reach up and grab the edge of Amaris's desk, followed a moment later by her dark hair, and a face that looked more than a little dazed, bearing a bright red mark on her forehead.

"Amaris, are you okay?" I asked, boundlessly relieved that the only person here who seemed to have any power was at least conscious now, "That looks bad, did you hit your head on the floor or something?"

"What, this?" she said, brightening a little as she patted her brow and winced, "Actually I managed to hit myself in the face with one tit and it knocked me out cold. How are you two- Oh- by the moons of Jupiter- what have I done?"

After a moment, Amaris managed to tear her gaze away from the sight of my breathtakingly engorged girlfriend and glace at the bowl on her desk. With impressive speed- at least for a woman of her prodigious proportions, she quickly regained her seat and carefully- rather the way one would handle a live grenade- set the doll aside, sitting it up a little bit against a stack of books to one side.

"Oh my gods- she's breathing, right?" Amaris asked anxiously, returning her attention to Elsie's insensible form, the gentle rising and falling of her ponderous breasts and tremendous belly answering her before I could, "Oh- I only meant to have some fun with her- you know that right? And then when she started getting into it and you- well, who would know better than me that your tastes in women run fairly large- I thought I might as well keep going a bit until I let her get a good taste of how uncomfortable it felt to be all fat and curvy, but this- oh, I never imagined I'd slip like that and let her keep swelling up like this- I should never have pumped so much of my milk into the bowl before we started. Can you wake her? She'll hate the very sight of me, and I don't suppose I can blame her- fattening her up like this within an inch of her life- still, there may be something I can do to make getting used to this a little more pleasant for her.

"Elsie, can you hear me, hon?" I said, climbing onto the crushed bed and leaning close to her plump face. Any other time I'd have grabbed her by the shoulder and giver her a shake, but she was buried up to her chins by her towering tits, so I gave one of them a helpful sort of push, which only set half her body wildly aquiver.

"Oh, I've been out, haven't I?" Elsie asked softly, eyes blinking and focusing on me, "What did I miss? Why do I feel like there's a truck parked on top of me? Oh, everything feels so full right now."

"Here, bring me over to she can see me," Amaris urged, gesturing to the phone that bore her image, as I picked it up and held it over Elsie's body, "I'm so terribly sorry, but I slipped and let my little doll soak up far, far more of my milk than I ever intended to burden you with. Oh, here, maybe this will help with the pressure at least!"

Deftly doll, she leaned over her desk, her own vast, bare bosom rubbing wetly along its wooden edge, and deftly removed the clothespins from its bust. With an audible bloomp, Elsie's nipples doubled in size, leaving them close in hue and dimensions to a pair of ripening plums. Immediately, milk began to leak voluminously from them, pouring down her two peaks in thick, creamy rivulets, several of which flowed inwards, tributaries readily combining as they poured down her cleavage into a steady river, the two branches of which flowed swiftly towards her face and spreading out over her vast belly.

"There, that should help keep the pressure from making your boobs explode, and give your lungs a bit less work to do, at least until your milk lets down again," Amaris sighed with relief, "Just make sure you don't drink too much of it- right now you're already overfilled enough as it is and-"

Her words died on her lips as she watched Elsie eagerly lapping up the steady steam of lacteous indulgence that was spilling over her chin, looking so satisfied she probably wouldn't have minded exploding if it meant she could keep on slaking her creamy thirst.

"Okay, well, she's probably safe, I suppose," Amaris sighed, looking down at Elsie, who looked far from distressed, "Elsie, how do you feel now?"

"Oh, you're still there," Elsie said dreamily, her eyes focusing for a moment on the glowing rectangle in my hand, "I feel amazing- but I do feel so- I just feel so horny I can't even describe it. Honey, I want you inside of me right now- can you fuck me while I'm drinking like this?"

I surveyed my girlfriend's enticingly immense figure, and while I'd been more or less ready to go since Amaris first started blowing her up, the obvious logistical issues did present themselves.

"Mmm, don't you worry, I've got a solution for that," Amaris smiled lasciviously, opening a desk drawer and rummaging about inside, "Here, let your girlfriend enjoy the all-you-can-drink dairy bar while we make things a little easier for her."

"Wait, so you can make her thinner again?" I asked, before catching myself, "I mean, not all the way thin, but a little less, you know, unwieldy?"

"Oh no, she's stuck at that size, for better or for worse, though if she keeps drinking like that and stimulating her mammaries, she'll be getting even fatter and lactating enough to fill a bathtub with breastmilk at least once a day, "Amaris said, grinning as she finally found what she was looking for in her desk, "No, this is actually something I always dreamed of trying when we were still together; it'll do the two of you some actual good now- I was always just curious to see what it would feel like."

"What what would be like?" I asked.

"To be fucked by my clueless boyfriend's gigantic, world-destorying dick," Amaris said with a smile as she picked up a doll with a haircut that left no doubt it was supposed to be me, "I guess I felt like it would have been greedy of me to make your dick a foot and a half long just to make me cum harder, but now that I've gone and blown up poor Elsie so huge that her ass will need its own zip code, I think you'll both be happier if I do this."

With a wink, Amaris hefted one tremendous, milk-sodden breast and sucked long at its plump, glistening nipple. Then, her cheeks round and full, she raised up the doll's crotch to her lips, and planted them wetly against it.

I can barely describe the feeling that surged through my body next. I was already hard as a rock, but my cock suddenly felt as if it was being inflated. My zipper dug in as the front of my pants became painfully tight, I hurriedly undid my fly before it cut off circulation to my throbbing shaft. I looked down in amazement as it ripped through the front of my boxers, nine inches long now, and growing longer and thicker by the second. I reached down to touch it- I felt it pulsing with fullness hard and heavy as it rose level with my navel and kept right on going as Amaris's milk and magic engorged me to monstrous dimensions. I couldn't even wrap my fingers all the way around it now- it was as thick as my forearm, nearly as long, and felt like it was about to explode. I felt dizzy, I felt like I was about to cum like a firehose, and I knew I needed more.

I was barely conscious of Amaris shooting me a knowing look as she continued to suffuse my manhood with her talents. Its pulsing head had reached my ribs now, I was actually struggling with the sheer weight of such an enormous member, torn between wanting to jack off right then and there and tantalized by the thought of Amaris making me even more incredible.

At last she pulled the doll away from her lips, giving it a kiss on its now bulging groin that nearly made me erupt like a volcano right there.

"Well, now I really wish I'd tried this when you and I were still together," she sighed wistfully, staring at my gargantuan cock, "But then again, if I'd made you this huge then, I'd only have gotten too addicted to riding that monster to ever break up with you- you could have moved across the country and slapped me around like a naughty whore, and I would have been desperate to stay together just so you could stretch me with that massive thing morning noon and night. How does it feel?"

"Like I'm about to burst," I admitted, still not entirely sure Amaris hadn't made me grow so much that that wasn't a real risk for me, "But I'm not sure that if you offered to make me even bigger that I'd be able to say no."

"Mmm, good- that means I stopped right when I needed to," Amaris said approvingly as she surveyed her handiwork with obvious satisfaction, "So there's just one other thing I need to ask before I let you and your huge, horny girlfriend put that to good use."

"Oh, and what's that?" I asked.

"Does she like cum?" Amaris asked, lifting up one ponderous breast and licking a few thick drops of white milk from her skin suggestively, "Does she like creampies, blowjobs, that sort of thing? Does it make her scream when you erupt inside of her, when you explode in her mouth so much that she gags on it, when you're fucking her from behind, pull out and blow your load all over her back, or when you cum on her tits?- not that they were big enough for you to fuck until just now, I suppose."

"Are you psychic or something now? There's nothing she likes better," I agreed eagerly, regarding my throbbing member with a galaxy of possibilities, "She loses her mind when I cum on her boobs, and she made me promise not to use a condom just so she could feel me shoot myself all hot and hard inside of her when we first had sex."

"Good, I was hoping that was your answer," Amaris said, with another teasing grin as she once more hauled one swollen melon to her lips and prepared to suck herself, "Hold on, this is going to feel unbelievable."

She gave herself another dripping mouthful of breastmilk, lifted the small effigy of me to her mouth, and set to work again.

My balls began to swell. In seconds, they were engorged to the size of oranges, hanging heavy and full against my legs. I could feel the cum churning inside of them as Amaris glutted them with more and more. Each one felt like it was bloated with more than a gallon of cream already, but Amaris didn't stop, even as they inched lower and lower, bulging until they were as large as bowling balls, and feeling every ounce as heavy, until they were painfully tight, my skin stretching as their growing volume and weight left me bent over, struggling to support them, my huge, rigid member throbbing against my chest as I did so. As they neared the size of beach balls, dragging me to my knees as if they were made of lead, I cried out, and Amaris finally left off filling my doll, contentedly swallowing down the rest of the milk in her mouth.

"Mmm, a little too big for comfort?" she teased gently as I shuddered, carefully trying to stand and heft my excruciatingly distended glands from the bedroom floor, "I know, those are more than you were expecting, but I've got a feeling that Elsie there is going to be absolutely insatiable once she regains her senses, and well- if I'm not the one you're going to be the one enjoying that massive cock, then maybe you need to learn to live with a little inconvenience too."

"Oh fuck, are these going to get any smaller once I've come?" I asked, tentatively resting my overstretched sack on the bed, "I'm not even sure I can walk with these boulders."

"Mmm, you'll get used to it, not that draining those stones into your girlfriend there a few times a day won't help a little bit," Amaris explained calmly, "Still you'd best not let me distract you from the matter at hand; they do look like they're liable to pop if you don't get some relief soon."

"Elsie, hon, can you hear me?" I said as I dragged my straining manhood across the bedsheets, my girlfriend's sumptuous curves pressing against my skin as I tugged at one of her fat-puffed arms while she dreamily sucked the rich, heavy cream flowing freely from her peaks, "Are you up for sex?"

"Ooh, yes, I can't tell you how horny I am right now- it's like I'm dreaming, or drugged or something!" she whispered huskily, glancing past her luscious mountains at me, "Are you ready to give it to me? Are you gonna make me- Oh- what happened to your dick?"

"Oh, you mean this?" I said with a grin, coming closer so its underside slapped against a foot and a half of her pale, milk-sodden bosom, "Amaris might have given me a little bit of help too. Are you sure you can handle all this?"

"No, but give it to me anyway!" Elsie insisted, wriggling weakly as she spread her lush thighs as far as her body's debilitating voluptuousness permitted, "Come on- I'm so swollen and hot inside- I need you to fill me, to stretch me out and pump me full of your cum!"

"Mmm, not like that I can't," I said, grabbing at Elsie's monumental belly and fondling it ardently, "I'm afraid you're just so titanically fat that even this cock can't reach past your huge, quivering belly. If you really want every inch of this and every drop of cum I'm just waiting to fill you with, I'm going to need you on top right now."

"But I'm sooo heavy, I can barely even move,much less sit up," Elsie protested feebly as the mattress sagged beneath her, "Can't I ride you tomorrow instead, once I've gotten some rest?"

"If you really have to, I suppose," I agreed regretfully, caressing one of her prodigious breasts roughly, "but I really need to cum soon or my balls might actually burst, so for now I'll have to climb on top and plow these overdeveloped melons of yours."

"No, don't waste it- I'm so horny I'm about to lose my mind!" Elsie begged as I lowered my straining member into the inviting cleft between her mammoth breasts, "Here- oh, just sitting up is going to give me a heart attack- I'll get on top, just don't cum yet!"

With painful awkwardness, and more than a little help from me, Elsie rose to her knees, her figure trembling and surging as if she contained an entire ocean's worth of fat within her brimming curves. I lay down as she wobbled into position, her gigantic belly weighing opulently on my chest as she gasped and panted, her glutted breasts nearly smothering me beneath their bulk, milk still flowing lavishly from her engorged nipples as she mounted me. Her lust-sodden femininity slid along the underside of my rod, her gluttonously overstuffed ass brushing my brimming balls as her lush thighs pressed against me from either side. I felt like I was going to explode if I didn't get inside of her soon.

"Okay, I think I'm ready- there's just so much of me to get into position now, it's like I just spill out everywhere," Elsie moaned as she spread herself a little wider, her voice muffled by the sheer mass of womanly flesh between us, "Oh fuck- your cock is so massive I think I could cum just from this- I can't wait to find out how it feels inside of me!"

With a labored breath and a heave that shifted half a ton of quaking flesh, Elsie rose and I plunged into her. Even as she gasped in shock and dismay, her sheer weight and exhaustion made it impossible for her to lean forward again. Her swollen lips, impossibly replete with lust, strained exquisitely tight around my girth. Inside her, I felt myself thrusting dangerously into her burning depths, sheathing myself in her as her tenderest places stretched and shivered to accommodate me.

Too heavy to rise, Elsie rocked her hips thirstfully, her belly lapping near my chin like a stormy sea, her breasts bouncing violently, slapping together painfully loud as I heard their skin stretching from such unbearable treatment. Elsie gave a wordless scream, tightening around me as she came- her body, already pushed to its limits, throbbing as if she was on the brink of bursting.

A moment later, I came, erupting like a volcano inside of her as I pumped gallon after gallon of thick cream into Elsie's helpless body. She cried, bracing her plump hands, fingers splayed against her vast belly as the pressure within her mounted, her skin creaking, stretchmarks racing outwards as her figure struggled to accommodate the growing flood I compelled her to endure. Her belly, steaming hot, inched closer, touching my chin as I filled her like a balloon, as she rocked and sobbed and pleaded for more.

Any other night I would have been spent after such a climax, but with Elsie plaintively begged be to keep going, and even as her belly swelled, taut with my seed, I was more than ready for another round. I felt myself getting even harder, so erect I thought my cock would split open, Elsie quivering as her overfilled womanhood submitted to taking another inch or two; the the way she called my name and bucked her prodigious hips left no doubt she was desperate for more, no matter the consequence. Freeing my arms from beneath her spreading belly, I reached up and tugged at her fat, turgid nipples, milk squirting onto my face and my open mouth as Elsie came all the harder. I came again, and then again, forcing my girlfriend's overladen form to endure countless gallons of cum, as her overfilled belly swelled larger and larger, her skin creaking, her strength fading as the fullness overwhelmed her.

"Oh fuck, I can't take much more of this!" Elsie cried, her voice ragged from screaming, though she still rode me as though her life depended on it, "You're about to split me in two with this monster cock, and if you keep gushing cum into me like this my belly is gonna burst like a ripe tomato! I'm too full to keep cumming this hard!"

"I can't stop-" I shouted back, hoping she could hear me over the sound of her gigantic mammaries bouncing and slapping wildly, her every supersaturated roll of fat pounding against its neighbor, her body straining and her breath coming in desperate gasps, "I've still got so much cum to give you, and you feel so amazing, I can't stop, it's like your body is milking every last drop of it from me. Can you get up- can you slide me out of you?"

"Oh- no- I was too heavy to move before you pumped who knows how many gallons of cum into me- fuck!- it's like straddling a firehose!" Elsie panted, as her belly pressed heavier and fuller against my neck, "I thought I was hopelessly overfilled when that fat witch finished blowing me up like a slutty balloon, but now you're making me into a cum-filled blow-up doll!"

I couldn't help it, the sound of my girlfriend bewailing how much cum I had filled her with was such a turn-on. I felt myself growing stiffer inside of her as she pulsed and tightened around me, a weak cry of anguish slipping past her lips. I came again and again, going off like a geyser within Elsie's helplessly receptive form- she yelped as the pressure inside her overladen belly grew maddeningly intolerable.

I wished I could stop, and I knew she was desperate for relief, but both our bodies were beyond our control. Still she bucked her hips urgently, tightening around me as climax after climax wracked her dangerously replete figure. Surge after surge of my hot seed gushed into her as she sobbed and whimpered and came.

"Please- no more- I'm gonna pop!" Elsie begged, her belly now nearly a foot wider than when she had mounted me, hot to the touch and stretching so critically that as I heard it creaking, I could see the stretchmarks blossoming and spreading across its vastness, "Fuck, I hope you're happy, I'm gonna blow up right here in bed and its all- Aaah!"

Elsie shuddered with bliss as I shot one final load into her body. Her belly shuddered frightfully, but a moment later, as I lay beneath it's bulk, trying to catch my breath with all her fat pressing down on my chest, we both realized we had made it. I was spent- wonderfully, perfectly satisfied, having given her every last ounce I had to offer, and Elsie, now that it was downing on her that she wasn't going to explode, however razor-thin her margin of safety, gave a great sigh of contentment as her hammering pulse gradually slowed.

"Fuck, that was the best lay I've ever had!" she breathed, grasping at her sweat-slickened breasts as if taking inventory that all of her was still safe and sound, "I came so many times- I lost count after forty two."

"You want to go for another round?" I asked, reaching up around the flanks of her mammoth bosom and pressing my hands against hers, "I'm pretty sure I could be up for it if you give me a minute."

"Oh no- one more spurt from you and right now I know I'd pop like a balloon," Elsie protested, already awkwardly trying to dismount, "I need some rest- I think- and maybe a little time to think on all of this now that no one is pumping me full of so much fat I can hardly breathe."

Despite her weight, dragging myself out from under Elsie was made a lot easier by the fact that every inch of her was slick and wet with sweat and desire, though the way she murmured to herself as I withdrew my huge, though softening member from her nearly made me want to try and see if I could talk her into a little more play time. She was utterly exhausted though- I could see the overwhelming weariness in her eyes, and no sooner had I climbed out of bed than she was laying, spread across the attire mattress, eyes already closed, her body a breathtaking mountain of reckless sensuality.

A shower, some microwaved leftovers and several hours later I was sitting on the couch reading. I could still hear Elsie snoring heavily, something she had never had the slightest tendency to do before, and wondering exactly how I was going to update my wardrobe to accommodate my own new developments. Though emptying myself into Elsie had left my balls the size of cantaloupes, every passing hour had restored them to more of their former glory and they were now feeling uncomfortably heavy and full again, as they approached the side of medicine balls, straining my skin uncomfortably as they filled. My phone rang.

Amaris's plump, smiling face greeted me.

"Oh good, I didn't wake you up," she said brightly, the bath towel wrapped around her head and the dark, silk pajamas draped over her luscious figure suggested she'd been resting since the afternoon's excitement as well, "Is it safe to talk?"

"Yeah, Elsie's still asleep; she passed out about five seconds after we finished, "You never told me you were into cumflation before."

"You never asked- besides I've got lots of fun things I' like that you don't know about," Amaris said playfully, glancing around her study as if weighing whether to pull something down off the shelf to further my education, "I know what you're thinking, and no, there was absolutely no way that she was ever in any danger of actually exploding- so you can put your mind at ease and not worry too much about being careful with her in the future. Though, I guess it's probably for the best that you didn't decide to give her a second helping of all that right after everything else- going from a hundred and some pounds to more than a thousand in less than an hour is a lot for any woman to take. And how about you- do you like your new presents?"

"They're- going to take some getting used to," I admitted, looking down at how my cock flopped over the edge of the couch, resisting the temptation to give Amaris another show, "I'm glad Elsie can take it all- I've got a feeling I'm going to need to cum a lot more often if I want to keep the pressure here manageable."

"I'm sure she'll be more than eager to oblige," Amaris assured me with a smile, "After everything I've done to her she's going to be so horny that if she goes more than a few hours without you pounding her she'll be a nervous wreck, and she's going to be spending a lot of time sucking on those massive milkers of hers too- a woman that size needs a lot of calories to keep going, but all that sucking is only going to keep her in a state of pretty much perpetual arousal so it's one of those never-ending cycles of- well, you know- you're welcome, by the way."

This has all worked out better than I imagined," I said, shooting Amaris a grateful smile, "As shallow as she is, I knew that once you tried to friend her she wouldn't be able to resist acting all bitchy to you about your weight and that fat rack of yours."

"And I'd have the perfect opportunity to practice my most powerful weight gain spells on a deserving subject," Amaris laughed, "not that you seem to mind ending up with a girlfriend even fatter, bustier, and hornier- if that part's even possible- than I am. And I don't expect you'll mind having an extra twelve inches yourself to play around with either, even if it wasn't part of the deal. Seriously though, if you're ever in town for the weekend or her bitchy attitude gets to be too much to make even those lusciously overfilled curves worthwhile, you know I'd never say no to a visit and a little time together, just to catch on things, you know. I promise I'll never breathe a-"

"Damn, I think she's awake," I interrupted, my finger already over the "End Call" button, "We'll have to finish later- thanks again!"

Amaris gave me a lascivious wink as her image blinked out, and from down the hall I heard the sound of floorboards creaking and labored breathing. Elsie was waddling ponderously towards me, bleary-eyed. Her breasts were still massive, though they looked softer than since she'd been fattened to such exorbitant excess, her plump nipples bright pink and tender-looking, her titanic bosom jiggling hypnotically with her ever awkward step. Her belly somehow seemed ever more spectacular than before, hanging nearly to her plump calves and projecting out in front of her sumptuously, and though Elsie leaned hard against the wall, steadying herself with one hand, her other grasped protectively at her mammoth middle, though it sagged far too low for her to offer herself any meaningful support.

"Oh you're still awake- please, help me," she said, her eyes brightening as she focused on me, though her gaze quickly sank to me already-rising member, "I've sucked every last drop of milk out of my tits and I'm still starving. I was going to ask you to get me a tub or ice cream or to heat up a whole lasagna for me or something but since it looks like you're up for it, can I please suck your dick?"

"Are you sure?" I asked doubtfully, even as my cock began to throb with tightness, my balls growing full and heavy at the very thought of it, "Weren't you just worried about how your belly was about to explode a few hours ago?"

"Yes- I'm sorry I freaked out about you pumping me too full of your cum. I just wasn't expecting for you to make me so full, but now I feel like I'll die if you don't force a few gallons into my belly," Elsie apologized, swaying closer until my cock poked hard at her immense, yielding belly, "I'm so hungry and I'm too lazy to eat; can't I just kneel here and let you pump a few more gallons of cum down my throat to get me through the night?"

She wasn't waiting for a reply, but already starting to sink, tender and unwieldy, to the floor, as my head slid along her belly and then between her enormous, invitingly supple breasts. A few seconds more and Elsie settled to the floor with a weary sigh, her mammoth belly pressing against my legs like a rising tide, her ponderous breasts spilling around my thighs, my distended balls resting heavy against their sublime softness. Her spreading hips filled the entire hallway, and her ass ballooned out behind her opulently. Her arms nearly too glutted with fat to even raise, Elsie grunted with effort as she wrapped both hands around my pulsing shaft and lowered it to her lips. I was vastly too developed for her to take in completely, but straining her jaw as wide as she could force it, she managed to fit my head in her mouth, her plump fingers teasing the rest of my length as she looked up at me with adoring eyes, begging for me to cum quickly.