Attention: the following story contains ample amounts of nudity, expanding bosoms, and other stuff like that. If that’s not your bag, then please go read something else.

Paid in Full, Part I

by: Kodos

I was sitting on the couch watching the TV when Joanna walked through the front door.

“Welcome home, hon,” I said brightly, which wasn't hard to do, as the sight of my girlfriend all dressed up for business in a nice skirt and jacket was as pleasing as it was rare, “How did the interview go?”

“Ah, it went,” she said with a dismissive shrug as she straggled over and sank into the couch next to me, “I'm pretty sure I won't be getting a call back from them anytime soon.”

“That bad, huh?” I asked, desperately trying to think of a way to lift her spirits and failing miserably, “You didn't accidentally make fun of the HR manager's haircut again, did you?”

“What, no! Why do you always bring that one time up?” Joanna sighed, her expression softening a little as she looked at me, “No, it wasn't any one thing, it was just, you know, sometime you get the feeling that you're just not a good fit before you even get called in from the waiting room? It was that kind of thing.”

“Well, maybe you're just being too hard on yourself then and they're calling your references right this very moment,” I offered, “And if it really was that bad, then it's probably for the best and your talents would be wasted on a bunch of straitlaced clock-punchers like them anyways.”

“I know- it's just been three months since I got laid off and I'm starting to feel like maybe I'm doing this all wrong,” Joanna confessed, grabbing the half-finished beer from my hand and finishing it in one long, weary gulp, “I mean, should I start trying to stand out a little bit less on these things? You know, leave my nose ring at home and dye my hair a slightly less flaming shade of red? It's not like anyone else believes it's naturally this color anyway.”

“Never!” I shot back, as I walked into the kitchen to get a fresh drink for each of us and try to think of something, “I mean, you wouldn't be happy somewhere that you couldn't even wear your hair natural, and if you didn't like working some boring place like that, it wouldn't work out anyway. You're just saving yourself all that drama by being up front with people.”

“Mmph, honest or not, if we don't start bringing in more money soon, we're not going to be able to make the rent, and don't you even think about getting a second job; you've already got school and work to worry about,” Joanna insisted, opening the proffered can and taking long pull, “Anyways, enough about me failing at jobs, what's the latest in the wide world of weird?”

“Ah, I thought you'd never ask,” I said, grateful for a chance to change the subject, “Some guy who owned a candy store in Hoboken just said that one of the strangers showed up at his door and offered him, and I am not exaggerating here, twenty million bucks for the whole place and every last gummy bear and bonbon he had in stock.”

“Damn, that is weird,” Joanna said, “What did he do?”

“Well he took the money, of course,” I explained, “I mean, the guy said his shop wasn't worth a tenth of that, so how could he pass up that kind of payday, and besides, you know, there's the whole thing with the government getting involved when people don't let them have their way.”

“Jeez, this is like an episode of the Twilight Zone or something,” Joanna said, unbuttoning her jacket and reaching for an open bag of chips, “I almost wish the President would go on the air and announce that we were being invaded or had joined the United Federation of Planets or it was all because of brain slugs or something, because none of this makes sense right now.”

“Like, where did they even come from? I kind of always expected a flying saucer landing right in front of the U.N. or something,” Joanna shrugged, “It's like everyone knows there's something huge and crazy going on, but the whole government expects us all to treat it like they're just a few foreign exchange students with weird accents or funny hats wandering around getting into stuff with normal people, but folks are freaking out about it, and I don't blame them.”

“I dunno, but I don't think it's going to get better any time soon,” I admitted, gesturing towards the television, “You see that? Not fifty miles away from here some Chinese restaurant kicked one of them out after she ate literally two hundred pounds of crab rangoons and now their whole family just disappeared. Apparently the restaurant family's neighbors asked a few questions and some FBI-looking dude said they'd been relocated for their own protection, I don't know what this is all about, but it's not going to end well.”

“Well, strangers or no strangers, it's going to end badly for us next month if I don't figure out a way to bring in more money,” Joanna said, “You'd think someone would at least be interesting in renting our spare bedroom.”

“Yeah; I still can't believe your sister signed the lease with us and then a month later moved halfway across the country to work on a blueberry farm,” I said, shaking my head, “But hey, maybe we're just due to have our luck take a turn for the better.”

“I wish I had that kind of faith in our fortunes,” Joanna said ruefully, “But since fate probably isn't going to hand us a fat envelop full of cash anytime this afternoon, I'm going to go take off these clothes and get in the shower; you think you might be up for joi-”

There was a knock at the front door; polite, yet formal- the kind of knock that comes from awkward, earnest college kids trying to convert you to their religion, or a freshly-minted girl scout selling cookies.

“Wait, don't answer it,” Joanna told me wearily, “Remember that guy last week who was trying to sell us new windows for half an hour even though you told him we don't even own the place?”

“Hey now, for all you know, some rich great-aunt of your just died and left you a fortune,” I suggested, “And if it's someone selling something, I'll deal with fending them off while you go get your shower, okay?”

“Fine, but I've got a feeling this is going to be a huge pain in the butt,” my girlfriend insisted, though she didn't move to stop me as I unlocked the door, opening it and letting in the warm sun of the fading afternoon, illuminating the figure that stood on our front steps.

“Holy crap- it's- it's one of them-” Joanna stammered, before catching herself.

“Whoa, I uh, wha- how can I help you?” I said, sounding only slightly more put together, and far from making myself out to be an intelligent representative of the human race.

“Oh, um, hi!” The figure on the doorstep said with effusive awkwardness, “I'm here about, occupying, um, no, that's not it, uh, renting, your vacant chamber, er, room. Is it still available? I came as soon as I could- I only read the notice this morning.”

Joanna and I glanced at each other nervously. There was no denying that this was one of the strangers.

She was about average height, with a face that was cute without really being remarkable in any particular way, and that was as far as you could say she was normal, a little bit on the curvy side, like most of them; just busty enough that I felt myself looking for a split-second too long, with hips that flared out fetchingly, and maybe just a little bit of a belly. She wore a leather satchel slung across her chest, its strap sliding between her breasts, and was absolutely naked aside from that, just like the rest of them. Her skin- I'm not even sure it was skin- her body looked like she had been cast out of lime-flavored jello- sunlight passed through her like a slice of lime- and all of her, her hair, her teeth, was made off the same substance, with only her eyes bearing some odd but cheerful glint like a Greek statue come to life.

“So, um, is it?” the stranger asked, as I realized I had been staring far too long and intensely already.

“Ah, is what now?” I answered dumbly, Joanna still sitting on the couch in what I expected was a state of shock.

“Your chamber- room,” she corrected herself, like someone who had studied a foreign language assiduously but was struggling to use it naturally while traveling abroad, “If it is still uninhabited, I would like to pay you money for it.”

“Oh, uh, right, let me check with my girlfriend here; her name's on the lease and she's actually the one who placed the ad,” I said, stalling as I tried to collect my wits, “Um, the room's still available, isn't it, hon?”

“Right,” Joanna said, recovering her equilibrium before me, “It's still available, three hundred a month and uh, no pets, no smokers, if you're interested.”

“Excellent,” the stranger enthused, looking greatly relieved, “I do not have any livestock, and to the best of my knowledge I am not flammable. I am still struggling to understand your currency though- will this be enough?”

She reached into her satchel and produced an oddly-fashioned envelope before handing it to me. I half expected it to be wet or sticky; her entire body seemed to dance on the brink of being liquid, but as I accepted it, it was completely dry, just slightly warm like anything else that was just held close to a person's body. Wishing I had spent more time of those “Etiquette with the Strangers” sites that had been popping up all over, I figured out how to open it and leafed through the bills inside, not sure whether to be surprised at how much cash this creature had just handed me.

“Yeah, so, actually, this is enough for almost two years' rent if you want to stay that long,” I said, trying to sound calm as I practically heard Joanna's pulse quickening from across the room, “You know you can just pay us month by month if you'd rather?”

“Oh, um, really?” the stranger said, sounding oddly flustered, “I was, ah, told that most people would insist on payment up front- that we were to expect suspicion from- no- I am sorry, I think I am insulting you- no, please, I trust you to keep the currency and thank you for your trust in me. I- my name is Reyna and this is- excuse me, I am still learning- I do not have many possessions to bring but I will be here again in a few hours, if that will not be an inconvenience?”

“No, no, that'll be fine, ah, Reyna, right hon?” I answered, glancing back at my stunned girlfriend for reassurance, “We're usually up pretty late anyways so, yeah, just come on back when you're ready and we'll- well, I'll make sure we've got an extra key ready for you by then. Is that okay?”

“This is splendid; you have been far less skeptical than I was led to believe,” Reyna said, sounding very relieved, offering a modest little bow as she spoke, “I thank you for your hospitality. I will try not to take very long nor inconvenience you and your mate.”

And then, without further ado, she turned and walked down the front steps, turned onto the sidewalk and strode off down the street as if everything that had just happened was as natural as could be, leaving Joanna and I staring after her.

“Holy crap.” Joanna said, finishing her thought from earlier, “They really are made out of slime, aren't they?”

“Yeah, they totally are,” I muttered numbly as I closed the door and made my way back to the couch, envelope still in hand.

“Holy crap,” Joanna said again, revisiting what seemed to be a new theme for her, “So, one of them is going to be living here, with us. We are so screwed.”

“Well, she did just give me five thousand, three hundred and, uh, eighty seven dollars,” I said as I thumbed through the envelope's contents, “so she seems to trust us at least. What's the worst that could happen?”

“Um, aside from the fact that that creature isn't even human- no matter how perfect her tits were, and don't think I didn't see you looking- people who cross them seem to end up disappearing after the government gets involved,” Joanna argued, “It's like having a diplomat from North Korea move in with us- every little thing we do from here on out is going to be like walking through a minefield.”

“Hey now, maybe it won't be like that,” I suggested, deciding to let the remark about staring at Reyna's richly-proportioned bosom pass without rebuttal, “She seemed pretty relieved that we didn't freak out any more than we did, so maybe this'll be cool. Like, a hundred years from now we'll be in the history books as the people that helped welcome the strangers into human society.”

“Or well be the ones who inadvertently taught them what they needed to do to enslave humanity,” Joanna retorted, “Or clone us, or eat us, or brainwash us, or all of the above.”

“Well, brainwashing or no, she just handed us enough money to keep us afloat for at last six months,” I said pointedly, “So unless she comes back in a couple hours with a brainwashing machine, I think we ought to cut her some slack.”

“Mmh, is that your interest in interplanetary peace talking?” Joanna shot back, “Or just you wanting to see that bouncy green ass of hers jiggling around the house?”

“Fine; do you want to chase after her with this fat wad of cash and tell her to go to hell?” I countered, thrusting the envelope at Joanna.

“No- sorry, you're right,” she admitted, “We do need the money. Okay- these clothes are making me crazy; I'm going to get into my pajamas, have like, more drinks than I know I should, and I'll be in a better mood when star girl comes back this evening.”

After supper, Joanna was draped over the couch, dressed only in her bra and a pair of flannel pants, vacantly scrolling through her phone as she finished off a bottle of a local lager and dropped it to the floor where it clinked against three other recent empties. I was sitting at the desk looking distractedly over some schoolwork, when the same polite knock came at the door.

“Oh, dammit, she's back already?” Joanna said with a start, nearly tumbling off the sofa as she tried to get up, “Whoa, right, it's nearly nine already.”

“Here, I'll let her in in a second,” I said, standing and moving towards the door, “You, go throw on a shirt or something so we look at least a little respectable.”

“Are you telling me these aren't respectable?” Joanna teased, cupping her modest breasts and smooshing them together, then barging past me towards the front door, “Wait, don't answer that. Anyways, if she's going to be living with us for a while, there's no way I'm going to force myself to get all dress up just to lay around the house in the evening. I mean, she was bare-ass naked when she came by this afternoon, I'm at least covered up- let her in!”

With an enthusiastic yank, Joanna pulled the door open and there on the front steps, stood Reyna, just as she had been a few hours before, naked, green, glistening uncannily in the moonlight. She still carried a small satchel over one shoulder, its strap beguilingly slipped between her ample breasts, and in one hand she now carried a small suitcase remarkable only in that it looked like it was at least sixty years old.

“Hello again, I am here to begin living with you,” Reyna announced as cheerfully as an exchange student on their first day of school, “I am sorry to be so late; I imagine you both must want to rest. I promise I will try not to disrupt your habits too severely.”

“No worries,” Joanna replied with a lopsided grin, “I don't have a freaking job, so I get to sleep in all day, and he's always up until two in the morning anyway. Come on in.”

“Oh, thank you,” Reyna said, giving her head a little bow that set her entire figure slightly aquiver as she stepped across the threshold, “Please, can you show me where I will be residing?”

“Um, yeah; right up the stairs here,” I said, waving an arm towards the second floor, “Here; do you want help bringing in the rest of your stuff?”

“The rest of my-?” Reyna echoed, looking down at herself perplexedly, “This is all of me that there is right now. Was I supposed to bring more?”

“Oh, no, I mean, your luggage,” I clarified, feeling strangely awkward, “You know, a big suitcase, a computer, I dunno- some kind of weird alien furniture thing?”

“I did not know that those were expected, I apologize,” Reyna said, “I have everything I require for comfortable habitation right here.”

“In that case, let my boyfriend show you up to your room,” Joanna said, shooting me an icy look, “I'll follow you up; no need to give him more of a view than you already have.”

“Certainly,” Reyna said, in perfect innocence, “Please, lead the way.”

I walked up the stairs, down the hall to the spare bedroom, and pushed the door open, Reyna and Joanna following close behind.”

“So, yeah, here it is,” Joanna said, “Uh, the closet's empty if you ever have any, you know, clothes, the bathroom is right across the hall, there's clean sheets on the bed if you, er, sleep, and if you eat anything in the fridge, just pitch in a little bit towards the household groceries, okay? Sorry, I guess we should have repainted before we put that ad out; I've been meaning to do a little more of that since I've had so much free time lately but I've kind of kept putting it off.”

“Oh, but this is just perfect!” Reyna gushed, as delighted as if we'd ushered her into a queenly suite boasting a hot tub and a view of the mountains, “This is everything I require and more. Thank you so much for your generosity in sharing this with me!”

“It's cool; I mean, you're paying for it,” Joanna said, not quite sure how to respond to such effusiveness, “I'm just glad it's good enough for you.”

“Please; you are too modest,” Reyna gushed, “Here, let me share a little something with you- a token of my thankfulness.”

“It's okay, you don't need to-” Joanna insisted as Reyna suddenly moved towards her, arms outstretched, “Really, it's not-”

Her voice was stifled as the gleaming green girl brought my girlfriend in close as planted her lips against my girlfriend's. Joanna protested, squirming ineffectually to escape Reyna's embrace. Her eyes went wide, and I realized this went beyond her just trying to get out of an awkward thank you from a strange culture. A moment later I heard the sound of fabric straining, and Joanna suddenly stopped trying to extricate herself from Reyna's arms and reached up to clutch at her own chest. And that's when I saw them.

Joanna's breasts were growing larger. Even with Reyna's translucent body pressed against her, I could see my girlfriend's bosom spilling out of a bra that minutes before had comfortably cradled her B-cups. By the time I noticed what was happening, she already had to be a C, and a pretty full one at that; over the next few seconds I watched her swell to a D cup, and then a DD, the stitches on her bra beginning to pop as her breasts strained against its embrace. Through our transparent guest, I could see Joanna's boobs beginning to spilled out underneath her overmatched cups as well- pressed between the two women's bodies, they bulged out to either side of her chest, now almost as impressively as Reyna's.

Joanna was utterly overwhelmed. She wasn't really struggling anymore, but her eyes were shut tightly, and she bore an expression of discomfort as she made small, muffled gurgling noises while her breasts neared the size of cantaloupes, Reyna still kissing her as if this was the most natural thing in the world. As I watched, spellbound, Joanna's breasts gently surged out larger and larger as she was being pumped full, Reyna continuing as if she were intent on pouring all of herself into my helpless girlfriend's bosom.

Joanna groaned softly, grasping weakly at the sides of her expanding breasts, when the silence was split by a loud pop. In an instant, Reyna released Joanna and retreated several steps across the room, looking absolutely mortified. Joanna fell back hard on her rump, as her bare breasts, her bra having just snapped asunder, smacked against her chest with a resonant slap. For a moment none of us moved, though Joanna was panting, her breasts swollen at least to G-cups, riding firm and high against her chest. Her small nipples more vividly erect than I had ever seen them, her areolae tight and rimpled as a blush spread across her now-expansive bosom.

“Oh, I'm so sorry!” Reyna apologized earnestly, her own full bosom now considerably diminished in size, “I- I did not mean to damage your clothing!”

“Oh, fuck,” Joanna said, still sitting on the floor where she had fallen, not quite in response as she tentatively felt herself up, “What did you do to my tits?”

“Please, I will repay you for the damages in full,” Reyna assured her, “I- I am sorry, I did not mean to do something like this on my first night here, and you have been so very kind. Here- let me be alone for the night, and I will make it up for you tomorrow, I promise.”

“What the hell?” Joanna breathed, a look of near panic on her face as raced to get out the door, cursing as her one of her breasts collided with her arm as she rolled over, “Fuck!”

“So, okay then,” I said, trying to sound slightly more composed as I backed towards the door as well, “Um, you have a good night and, ah, I guess we'll see you in the morning.”

I closed the door behind me, Reyna still standing there looking embarrassed, and from down the hall heard Joanna falling into bed. I came in a moment later, and she was sitting up against the headboard, staring at her suddenly-impressive bustline with a blend of excitement and terror.

“Fuck, what did she do to me?” Joanna asked, glancing up at me as I shut the door and came over to the bed where she lay, “One second she's sticking her tongue down my throat and the next, I just feel this- I don't know- slime or something flowing into me. Then I feel my chest getting heavier- my bra feels like it's shrinking, and then- this happens!”

“Are you going to be okay; do they hurt?” I asked anxiously, trying not to get too turned on by the sight of my now-buxom girlfriend in such obvious distress.

“Okay? How am I supposed to get a job anywhere aside from a strip-club with a set of boobs nearly the size of my head?” Joanna lamented, “And they're so full and firm; everyone I know is going to think I just went out and got a pair of oversized implants, even though I've been telling all my friends we've been broke for months. Damn, we let that- creature- into our house and ten minutes later I'm ready to join the freak show. Geez, even you're probably not going to want to fuck me with a couple of melons like these hanging off my chest, are you?”

“Well, first things first,” I said trying not to get ahead of myself regarding Joanna's overdeveloped condition, “So it's not like they're all painful or anything, right? You don't need to go to a hospital or anything right now?”

“No, as much as I look like they're ready to pop, they don't hurt like that,” Joanna said, calming down a bit as she massaged them tentatively, exploring for the first time the true extent of her freshly-enlarged bosom, “I mean, the weight's going to take some getting used to, I think, and they're really sensitive right now, like just touching them like this makes me- Ohhhhh-”

Joanna sucked a sharp breath through clenched teeth as she gave one of her protruding nipples an experimental pinch, a shudder coursing through her body.

“Oh, these things are way too sensitive,” she breathed, still fondling her breasts with one hand as her other found its way past the waistband of her pajamas, “Wow, I just realized how wet this is making me- I can't remember the last time I got so horny so fast.”

“Here, let me help you with that,” I said, quickly pulling off my own clothes as I climbed into bed with Joanna, “You look like you've got more than you can handle all by yourself now.”

“Well, I guess I don't have to worry about whether you still think I'm sexy,” she murmured, staring appreciatively at me, “Come on and get me naked too.”

She shivered as I slowly pulled her flannel pants down past her slender hips, her hand still stroking the cleft between her trim thighs.

“Ouch, stop- they're really tender right now,” she warned me as I climbed on top of her, taking one of her fat peaks in my mouth and sucking it gently, “Okay, wait, just go easy on them, that actually feels really- mhmm, really nice right now.”

I'd always enjoyed playing with Joanna's breasts when we were in bed; and she'd always been deliciously responsive when I teased and sucked on them. Now though, I barely even knew where to start. Her breasts bulged fully six inches away from her chest, and in spite of their firmness, with her on her back they tended to spread apart, which would take some getting used to. Just running my tongue against the hot pebbled skin of her nipple made her gasp, her hands clutching desperately around my arms.

“Fuck- oh fuck; this is torture,” she whispered raggedly, “Stop playing around- I feel like I'm about to explode and I need you in me right- Ahhhh!”

She cried out as I slid inside of her- she was sopping wet and swollen with lust as the womanly walls of her inner body surrendered to me. I buried my face in the warmth of her bosom again, licking, sucking, teasing her quivering breasts. Joanna tightened around me as she came and came again, as I pumped away at her steadily. She arched her back, spreading her legs further to let me in deeper and moaned wordlessly as I accepted the invitation eagerly.

Her large breasts bounced roughly in rhythm with our bodies. Joanna cupped her hands against their tops to keep from slapping herself in the face, and winced as their delicate mass smacked against her body, as they brushed heavily against my arms as I took her. She came, again and again- in the back of my mind I worried about Reyna hearing us from her nearby bedroom, and slightly deeper wondered what would happen if she got curious and came through the door that I had forgotten to lock. I'd never made Joanna come like this before, not so hard, so fast, each climax striking right in the wake of her last. How long had we been going, ten minutes, fifteen? I was amazed I'd been able to control myself this long, as my girlfriend writhed beneath me, her red hair plastered with sweat to her face, her neck, her heaving shoulders, a flush nearly as bright spreading across the expanse of her undulant chest.

“Come on, come on- you need to finish,” Joanna urged, clasping at her bosom with desperate protectiveness, “They were already sore before we started and now I feel like they're gonna pop if you keep pounding me like this.”

My lips met hers, and I kissed her fiercely as her burning breasts pressed tight against my chest. She struggled- I shot myself inside of her, her hips still rolling as she received me. I was complete. I rolled off of her, her tight depths tugging at me as I pulled away, Joanna's swollen breasts surging as she panted for breath, her nipples as large as if she were a lactating mother, desperate to express her milk.

“So, still worried I'm not going to think you're desirable?” I asked, rolling onto my side to admire her magnified profile.

“Oh my gosh-” Joanna gasped, her hands still resting on her more-than-ample bosom, “I came so many times I lost count- that was amazing.”

“Well, if these turn out to be permanent, you're not going to have to ask me twice if you want that kind of treatment on a nightly basis from here on out,” I said with a wink, running my palm across her toned belly.

“Oh my- if we did this every night, I don't think I'd be able to walk after a week,” Joanna panted, “Still, what if this wasn't a one-time thing? What if that- Reyna, meets me at breakfast tomorrow and decides to blow me up to twice this size?”

“Ah, well, yeah, how would you feel about that?” I asked, trying not to get too caught up in visualizing that exact possibility.

“I mean, can you even imagine me with tits as big as watermelons?” she asked incredulously, “If being this big has this kind of effect on them, just feeling the air against my skin at that size would be enough to leave me a quivering puddle of lust.”

“Well, why don't you try talking to her in the morning, or whenever she gets up?” I suggested, not yet daring to touch my girlfriend's aching bosom any more just yet, “If you tell her how you feel, I bet she'll respect that and then the problem's solved. I mean, if it's what you really want, she might even be able to shrink your boobs down to the size they used to be.”

“What, and give these back?” Joanna shot back, then pausing as she realized what she was saying, “I mean, as long as my boobs don't get much bigger than this, and as long as you don't mind having a girlfriend with a pair of huge, sensitive tits to ravish in bed, I think I could get used to not seeing my feet anymore. I mean, if you think that'd be okay.”

“I just want you to be happy,” I told her, gently stroking her thigh, “I'll support whatever you decide to do one hundred percent.”

“Oh, well, in that case, yeah,” Joanna said, staring up at the ceiling as she distractedly caressed her lush bosom, her voice becoming more distant, “Maybe I will have a talk with her in the morning. She seems nice enough. I bet we'll be able to work out something between the two of us.”

And then she was asleep, her full breasts rising and falling gently with her breathing. I pulled a blanket up over her legs; though her nipples were still tight against the cool night air, I didn't want to lay any extra weight on her already-overburdened bosom. I threw the other half of the blanket over myself, and as I thought about whether I should get up and turn out the light, I drifted off as well.

It was Saturday, when I usually savored the chance to sleep in, but by 9:30 I could hear the sound my girlfriend's laughter. I pulled on some shorts and a shirt, and made my way down the steps, greeted by the sight of Joanna and Reyna in the kitchen.

Joanna, unsurprisingly, was wearing nothing but a pair of panties and an old t-shirt that did nothing to disguise her generous endowments, her nipples still thick and fat as they thrust against the worn fabric. She was sitting, bare feet up on the kitchen table, with a half-empty bottle of beer in her hand.

Reyna was leaning over the stove, where she had apparently just finished bringing the biggest pot in the house to a boil, steam swirling hypnotically against her green body. As I watched, Joanna giggling the entire time, Reyna picked up a ten-pack of off-brand mac and cheese boxes, opened one, fished out the cheese packet, and then poured all the macaroni into the pot. And then she did it for the next one, and the next, until she was more than halfway through, and Joanna was making sounds as if she was in danger of snorting beer out her nose.

“Good morning, you two,” I said, trying to figure out if this was just how life was going to be around here from now on, “You uh, making breakfast there, Reyna?”

“Oh yes, I very much am making breakfast,” Reyna chirped, continuing to pour the boxes into the steaming pot, “You may have noticed, I gave up a considerable amount of my mass to your mate last night, and I would prefer to replenish it before I go outside again, but I was worried that eating so much of your food would make me a bad guest. Joanna is so very selfless and kind though- she told me that this food is so inexpensive that you call it 'junk' and I could eat as much as I wanted, so now I am preparing it for consumption, though I am not used to cooking, so I hope I am not getting the process too terribly wrong.”

“Well, other than the fact that you've making enough to last least a week right there, I think you've got a pretty good handle on it,” I said encouragingly as she poured in the tenth package of pasta.

“Thank you; I worry that I still have much to learn about your ways,” Reyna said, “And it would be so very inappropriate for me to go out in public so diminished.”

Then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, Reyna took one of the cheese packets, seized it with both hands above the pot, and squeezed it until it exploded. Cheese spattered against the wall, the stove, and all over her front. She was barely fazed.

“This seems like a very inefficient way of doing this,” Reyna said, slightly at a loss as Joanna snickered from her seat.

“Oh, maybe if you tried tearing the package open and then squeezing it into the pot, that would work better,” I suggested, “But you know, you're really supposed to finish cooking the pasta before you-

“Of course,” Reyna said brightly, picking up the next one and doing just that, “Yes, this is much better!”

Neither of us said a word as we watched, Reyna trying so hard not to laugh out loud that I was afraid she was going to fall out of her chair, though her lush bosom did bounce distractingly from the effort, and me trying to just roll with the fact that we had in our house a visitor from- well, somewhere very different- and this was just happening right now.

Her face and chest still splattered with cheese, Reyna proceeded to decant all the other packets into the pot, then planted her hands on her hips with a look of satisfaction as she surveyed the bubbling cauldron of noodles and cheese globules.

“Splendid; this is far more appetizing than I anticipated,” she announced, “I don't think I realized just how famished I've let myself become on my way here.”

And then, before Joanna or I could stop her, Reyna picked up the boiling pot with her bare hands, raised it to her lips, and began to drink it down in great, desperate gulps. By the time I realized what was happening, it was too late to stop her, and by the time that had dawned on me, I realized that for all I knew, this was just how breakfast was done wherever she came from, as Reyna proceeded to pour boiling cheese and macaroni soup into her mouth. I was still standing there on high alert as she drained the contents into herself; Joanna was sitting there watching with rapt amusement.

As I watched, Reyna's color began to turn to a lighter green, and a few seconds later, I noticed small bubbles effervescing through her body, and a few wisps of steam rising from her shoulders. A moment later I saw that all those gallons and calories were obviously going somewhere, as her already-voluptuous rear was rapidly filling out. Like a pair of green soap bubbles, her cheeks were swelling up, her hips broadening as she gulped down her meal. Her legs too, were growing thicker, more sleek, her surface taking on a more jigglesome aspect, becoming more jello-like as I watched, Reyna glistening wetly as her figure crossed the boundary from thick to positively pear-shaped.

Reyna set down the pot- it rang empty as a bell against the stove top- and turned to face us, her hips still spreading just as impressively from the front, and I saw that her breasts had been restored to their former glory as well, and then some, wider than her chest and hanging down nearly to her navel. Curls of steam rose from what I couldn't think of as other than her hair, and she smiled as she glanced down at herself, one hand patting her slightly-plump belly in satisfaction.

“Mmm, so much water and sustenance all at once, I had not believed that a land of such bounties existed,” she sighed, “Oh, but look what a mess I have made of myself! Apologies, one moment and I will be presentable again.”

Without a second's hesitation, Reyna raised one cheese-splattered arm to her lips and began to lick it off with a tongue that seemed just a little too long and talented for a being so sweet-voiced and innocent as she. Her other arm received the same treatment, and then, as Joanna leered and I regretted that I wasn't sitting down behind something, Reyna hefted one of her full, lustrous breasts and proceeded to lick the cheese from its surface as well, just as nonchalantly as if she were licking an errant dab of frosting from her thumb, rather than putting on such a tantalizing show. I finally had to take a seat at the kitchen table when she took her nipple between her lips, and kept hoping that Joanna wasn't watching me as my shorts drew tight while Reyna let her freshly-tongue-bathed breast drop heavily against her yielding body and proceeded to give its sister the same treatment.

At last she stood before use, boasting the most impressive hourglass figure I had ever seen, with broad-flaring hips, a pair of breasts each larger than her head, and a look of satisfaction on her face as if she were dressed to go out and take on the world. She frowned.

“Hmmph, I think I might have done just as well to consume a little less,” Reyna said, just a hint of annoyance in her dulcet voice, “I mean, I have seen women among your people with far more bountiful figures, but if I meet with any of my kind, I worry that they will think me a show-off, going about my business so abundantly well-fed. I wonder if-”

“Actually,” Joanna said, plunking down her empty bottle as she rose from the table with a mien that suggested this had been her plan all along, “If you're looking to unload a little bit of that weight before you go off to do- well, you already told me once and I still don't understand half of it- whatever for the day; I suppose you could talk me into giving you somewhere to stash a few of those curves.”

“Oh, but I couldn't,” Reyna responded, “I already damaged your garment last night, and doing the same to your shirt this morning would be unforgivable!”

“Well, these are stretchy enough,” Joanna said seductively, tugging at the waistband of her panties, “Just promise me I'll end up gaining weight in all the same places you just did, except for up top, of course.”

“Thank you, thank you!” Reyna answered, immediately going reaching towards my girlfriend, “Wait, know that you are more sensitive to temperature than I am, and after my breakfast, my internal temperature is still nearly a hundred and sixty degrees- I would not wish to burn you. Here, allow me a moment.”

Reyna turned- words fail me to describe how full and juicy she looked from behind- and opened the fridge. She took out two full gallon jugs of whole milk; usually enough to last us through the week, opened one, and proceeded to pour it into her mouth. The gleaming emerald of her body dimmed slightly as it cooled her down, though it also added at least an inch to her more-than-healthy bust and her enthralling hips. Without pausing for breath, she uncapped the next and disposed of it the same way, setting it aside with a contented sigh and now extravagantly buxom, her full belly now looking almost too indulgent for comfort.

“Oh, I am much more temperate now, but I have even more mass to divest myself of if I do not want the others to think me a glutton,” Reyna said with dismay as Joanna eyed her with what looked for all the world like regret at her earlier offer, “Still, you have been so gracious to me, I am sure you won't mind accepting just a little bit more than last night, will you?”

Unsure about padding out her figure with quite as much as Reyna seemed inclined to offer, Joanna, took a step back, staring doubtfully at the green woman's plumped-up bosom, full tummy and lush, swaying hips. But Reyna gave her no time to object; gliding over, enfolding my girlfriend in her firm, slippery embrace, and kissing her. Joanna gagged slightly as Reyna began to pour herself down her throat, and the consequences came almost instantly.

Joanna's butt, which had always been sort of flat, was rounding out before my eyes, her panties sinking deeper between her cheeks she swiftly developed a very shapely behind. Joanna reached down with both hands and gave her newly upholstered seat a squeeze, obviously delighted with these new developments. Her hips, once barely wider than her waist, blossomed into alluring curves, and her lean thighs were steadily filling out; the gap between them vanishing as I watched with rapt attention.

Joanna gave a stifled murmur of pleasure as the lower half of her figure grew beyond fetching and right into the realm of alluring. Her hands still kneaded at her increasingly ample rear, looking smaller and smaller in comparison as her seat rose like fresh buns with too much yeast left to rise in the kitchen, and I sensed that she had gained more than she had bargain for, while Reyna gave no sign of letting up, and indeed, with her own figure still far fuller than Joanna's, it looked like she still had an awful lot to give my quaking girlfriend. Joanna's thighs were getting fuller by the second, touching together, and then squeezing each other as they vied for growing room, gently trembling as they inflated with yielding flesh. Her hips now spread wider than her shoulders, tantalizingly round and womanly, and I realized Joanna was squirming a little more uncomfortably as Reyna blissfully continued to pump her full.

And then I saw why- across her back, from under her shoulders to just a few inches above where it brushed her broadening hips- Joanna's shirt was becoming tighter, as Reyna evidently had decided to share the weight she gained from all that milk in an all too obvious pair of places. It wasn't just her breasts though; I saw that Joanna was starting to get a little chubby in the middle, signs of a nascent muffin top threatening to spill over the taut waistband of her panties.

Effortlessly holding Joanna in place with one arm, Reyna reached down and slipped a couple fingers between that band of stretching elastic, tugging on my girlfriend's panties appraisingly then, curiosity satisfied, she clutched Joanna tightly in her arms again and flooded her increasingly voluptuous form with one forceful burst. In the blink of an eye Joanna's hips surged out by a couple more inches, her already-opulent ass ballooning as if she had suddenly been injected with thirty pounds of jelly, which I suppose wasn't far from the truth. Out of growing room on the inside, her thighs jiggled as they billowed outwards, even her calves now becoming invitingly well-rounded.

I wondered how many pounds a second Reyna was forcing into my increasingly hourglass-shaped girlfriend, one, two, more? It had to be less than five, I decided as I stared, mesmerized by the sight of Joanna broadening to such delightful proportions. Even if it was one, I decided, those pounds were adding up in a hurry as Joanna became ever more bottom-heavy.

There was the creak of straining fabric, and in an instant Reyna released Joanna, who would have fallen to the floor again had she not caught the kitchen table with one generously-cushioned hip, setting her entire lower body wobbling bewitchingly. She now sported a soft, slightly plump tummy, and her shirt was drawn tight over breasts that were at least three cups fuller than they had been five minutes before.

“Oh fuck; I'm huge,” Joanna sighed, groping at her enlarged figure as she tried to find her balance, “When I said I wanted to be a little bit curvier down here, I didn't know you were going to pump, like, another seventy pounds into me!”

“You're welcome!” Reyna replied brightly, “I always try to surpass what expected of me.”

“And my tits- they just feel so soft and heavy too,” Joanna protested as their jigglesome flesh spilled between her outstretched fingers, “I'm shaped like some kind of a bimbo from a dirty comic strip now.”

“Of course; I could never let myself make the same error twice and fill you until your clothing was damaged, “Reyna explained obligingly, “So when I realized you were in danger of exceeding the capacity of your undergarment, I made sure to direct my attention back to your mammaries, since your shirt had more than enough room to accommodate further expansion. In fact, it look as if it could still stretch another fifteen percent before failing, if you are really interested, I suppose I could share a little more of myself with you and still appear appropriate in public.”

“No, no!- I mean, no, thank you,” Joanna nearly shouted, retreating to the far side of the table as fast as her plump legs could carry her, “You've uh- already been far too generous- it would be so rude of me to ask for more. This is plenty, more than plenty, even- Here, I'm probably making you late for- wherever it is that you're going to be all day- already. We're good, you just uh, go have a good day, alright?”

“Thank you!” Reyna said cheerfully, adjusting the strap of her satchel to fit more comfortably between her two large breasts, though Joanna's were now noticeably larger, “You have a good day as well; I will see the two of you this evening.”

She turned- I still couldn't ignore the sight of her sleek, emerald backside as she flounced to the front door, closing it behind her solidly.

“Fuck, I've got more ass than like, three rap videos put together,” Joanna asked, her eyes darting between me and her sensuously-expanded body, “What am I gonna do?”

“I don't know,” I countered, “What were you expecting when you asked her to do exactly the thing that just happened that you totally asked her for?”

“I don't know- I just wanted to fill out a pair of jeans a little bit better, maybe look a little less top-heavy after our girl here gave me boobs big enough to smother someone with- maybe even just give you a little something more to hold onto when we're in bed,” Joanna fumed, “I didn't want- you know- such a huge ass that I'm going to need to sit on two chairs at a time now and tits bigger than my head to keep them company! And look at this, she made me fat too- my tummy's absorbing my panties like I'm the blob or something.”

“Hey now, you're just a little more- voluptuous- that's all,” I said, trying to sound reassuring,” I mean, it really would look weird for you to have these thick, sensual thighs and a soft, jiggly butt, and such hot, swollen breasts and still be as skinny as one of those half-starved supermodels. I think, I think you actually look better with a little more weight- more feminine, you know?”

“Yeah? So you like the new me even if I'm so ridiculously curvy that I'll probably get whistled at in church?” Joanna asked, a mischievous gleam in her eye as she smiled and tugged at the edge of her snug t shirt, her plump nipples straining against the fabric, “Would you like to see a little bit more?”

“Only if you're feeling up to sharing,” I said, trying not to sound too eager as she stepped towards me, rolling her broad fertile hips seductively.

“Well then, you're in for quite a show,” she said, slowing pulling her shirt up and over her head, her breasts slipping free and falling with a clap against her body, as she threw her shirt aside, “What do you think of these?”

Reyna had filled her breasts with much more than I had thought. They were wider than her body now by a couple inches, hanging full and heavy and down to her belly button. Joanna's areolae were pink and puffy, bulging out slightly from the smooth curve of her breasts and their pale, tender skin, and her nipples were as hard as if she'd spent the morning standing topless in front of the freezer.

“Wow, she really did make you grow,” I said numbly, wrapping Joanna in my arms, her bloated bosom filling the space between us, spilling out around my arms as I held her close.

“Ouch- careful- there's a lot more of me out front that there used to be, and it's all still really sensitive,” Joanna admonished me, before flashing me a come-hither smile, “Here, hold me a little tighter- my tits can probably take it.”

I held her closer; her swollen breasts squeezed between our bodies, the new softness of her hips and belly tantalizingly warm, her lush thighs all but begging to embrace me. She kissed me, passionately, her tongue eager for my mine as we stood there in the kitchen, and she began to rub herself against me.

“Mmm, I can feel how hard you're getting,” Joanna murmured, reaching down my pants and wrapping her fingers around me, “What is it about me that's making you so horny? Is it my big, fat, slutty tits? Is it my huge, jiggly ass that's getting you all turned on? Or is it the way my thighs are just so thick and soft and I just can't wait to feel your cock throbbing between them?”

“Ah,” I sighed, feeling myself growing longer in her hand, “All of them; you're just so fucking incredible like this.”

“Good answer,” she smiled approvingly, letting go of me as she undid my jeans and pulled them down to the floor, her heavy breasts brushing against my legs as she slid to the floor, her alluringly overfed rear jutting out behind her delightfully as she bent down.

“Oh, but you are ready to go,” she said with a smile, before turning away from me, “Here, I think it's my turn to get a little more comfortable, don't you think?”

Joanna worked her way out of her panties, giving a couple little cries of discomfort as she struggled to fit them past her lush callipygian charms, fighting to jam her juicy thighs through their constrictive embrace.

“Damn- well, it wasn't like I was ever going to fit into these again anyway,” Joanna swore, her panties tearing as she forced them past the fullest part of her thighs, “I guess Reyna filled me with more than she thought she did. I wonder if I should tell her this happened in spite of her being so careful?”

“Only if you want her to apologize by pumping you up with a few more gallons of slime next time she comes home,” I said, not exactly discouraging the idea, “You might want to keep this to yourself if you want to still be able to fit through doors by the end of the week.”

“Well now, maybe I'm still deciding how I feel about that,” she teased, standing up and stepping back against me, her sumptuous ass full and jiggly against my rigid member, “If you make it worth my while, I might be willing to gain a little more in the interest of being a generous landlady and a fun girlfriend.”

“Yeah, and just how much is a little more?” I asked, the sweet scent of her red hair intoxicating as I reached up and grabbed an overflowing handful of her swollen bosom with both hands, “Are you really ready to be standing here like this, but with breasts so huge you'll have to rest them on the table for support? Or maybe she'll pump you full until your hips are so wide you'll take up the entire couch all by yourself? Or here, what if she decides that a chubby little belly like this isn't enough and she goes and fattens you up until you look like you're nine months pregnant?”

“Mmm, right now you're the one I want filling me,” Joanna breathed huskily, “Make me scream and maybe you'll get to see me ask our guest for a few more fav-”

She gasped as I put my hands on her shoulders and roughly pushed her to the table, flinching as her tender breasts struck the hard wood. I drew my hands down along her back, savoring the way they sunk into her newly-gained softness as I took her by the hips. Joanna awkwardly moved her feet a little farther apart, her plump thighs parting slightly; I filled her to the hilt.

“Oh, fuck- you feel huge!” she gasped, arms stretched across the table, fingers clutching its far side.

“Mmm, and you feel so full and tight,” I told her, drawing back and sheathing myself within her again, “I think Reyna plumped up more than your tits and ass.”

“Ah- slow down- I'm still- so sensitive-” Joanna moaned, a note of doubt creeping into her sultry demeanor, “Wait; I'm- I'm already coming!”

She tightened around me, but taking things slow was the last thing on my mind right now. I thrust into her, Joanna's womanly rear slapping against me as she cried out. I tightened my grip around her waist, pulling myself deeper as I buried myself inside her, again and again and again.

“Wait, please- slow down!” she begged, bucking and rolling against me, longing for more.

Slap- slap- slap- her fulsome behind smacked against me as I pounded her; she whimpered wordlessly as I reached down and grabbed at her quivering rear, savoring how heavily her full thighs felt as they clapped against my legs.

“Fuck, okay- you've made your point!” Joanna gasped raggedly, as another orgasm wracked her body, her legs trembling so sorely that I knew the table was the only thing keeping her up, “Standing up with all this added weight is hard enough already- if you keep this up I won't be able to walk!”

“I dunno- that sounds like a challenge to me,” I teased, thinking about how having her bedridden for a couple days might be fun.

“No, please! I don't want to be stuck on the couch, too sore and heavy to walk if Reyna comes back and decides to make me even bigger than I already am,” Joanna pleaded, “Wait, no, you'd probably enjoy that, wouldn't y- Mhmmmm- Ohhhh!”

The thought of Reyna taking advantage of my helpless girlfriend and flooding her body with even more was all it took to push me over the edge. Holding tight to Joanna's yielding waist, I drove myself deep inside her as I exploded into her feminine depths; she shuddered and convulsed around me, grinding her full hips against me urgently.

As I pulled free, she was still bent over the kitchen table, panting, trembling, her swollen breasts pressed tight between her chest and the cold wood of the table. It took her a few minutes to recover enough to move, and even then it was all she could do to slide off the table and into a chair, her bountiful behind hanging several inches off of either side, her lush breasts piled on the table in front of her, so ample that she could have motorboated herself by just leaning forwards.

“Okay, so maybe being built like a chubby sex goddess has its perks,” she finally mused, tentatively kneading her breasts as she spoke, “And I guess I don't have to worry about you losing interest in the new bigger and better me after that display just now.”

“So does that mean you'll be asking our boarder for another fill up next time she's looking to lose some weight?” I asked.

“Jeez, you never quit,” Joanna said, before staring down at her bust soberly, “I don't know. On one hand, sex at this size is absolutely fucking incredible, on the other, I already feel like I'm going to have trouble going out in public without causing a scene- can you imagine me trying to go out and run errands with another twenty pounds of boobs jiggling around in my sweater? Wait, stop, I'm sure you are now. I mean, just being this big I already so- I don't know- heavy; my back is sore, and I'm sure I'll grow to hate feeling my thighs rubbing against each other in the summertime. I'm just not sure I'm ready to put up with all the inconveniences of being so- you know- big.”

“Well, it's your figure, so it's not like I get a vote,” I admitted, “But depending on how Reyna feels, you might not get one either.”

“Right, right,” Joanna sighed, “If she really wants to keep blowing me up like a balloon, I can't really force her to stop without getting us in all kinds of trouble. But maybe she'll lose interest in pumping me up until I'm like, four hundred pounds or whatever.”

“Yeah, that's true,” I said, reaching across the table and squeezing her arm, “Beyond that, she seems determined to show you how thankful she is for the room and since last night she made your boobs bigger and then this morning you asked her for a second round. She might be a little strange, but I bet she thinks that so far you've really enjoyed her, ah, displays of gratitude.”

“Damn, you're right,” Joanna said resignedly, suddenly going pale, “She probably thinks I can't get enough of her filling me up. That's it then, there's no helping it- either we create an international- maybe intergalactic- incident with me telling her to knock it off, or I just need to get used to the fact that if she's here more than a couple weeks, I'll be lucky if my tits aren't pumped so full they're liable to burst!”

“Hey now, it doesn't need to be that way,” I said, hoping I sounded confident, “She just left like, half an hour ago, and probably won't be back until this evening. We've got all day to think of a way out of this.”

“That's true, and even if it takes us a day or two to work it out, she probably won't blow me up as big as a parade balloon all at once tonight, so it's not really a life or death thing, yet,” Joanna said, brightening a little, “But right now, my back is killing me and I'm not going to be able to think of anything unless I lie down for a few hours and get some rest. If I'm not up by two, come get me, okay?”

“Sure thing, hon,” I agreed, as Joanna laboriously heaved herself out of the chair and staggered up the stairs, one hand planted firmly against the small of her back as she climbed, her voluptuous rear wobbling hypnotically with her every step. I had no idea what to do next.