Jessica's Day
By Bubs(alub)
Warning: This story contains content of a mature nature. Do not read if you are offended by such content.  

Description: This is a sequel to my story "Jessica's Day." It depicts three days in the life of a woman with impossibly huge breasts and the challenges they cause her. It can be read on its own, but you will enjoy it better if you read the prequel first. 

Day 1:

	"Jessica, sweetie, it's time to wake up."
	"Uggh," she moaned. "Bring me some coffee." 
	"Sweetie, you know you can't have any right now." 
	"Then let me sleep," she countered.
	"We have to get you exercised and cleaned up before I go to work." 
	"Ugh, fine." 
	Jessica groaned. Her neck hurt, like it did most mornings lately. She lifted her head off her pillow and tilted her head from side to side. She opened her eyes and saw her husband, Simon. Bastard was drinking coffee just to spite her. It was partially his fault she couldn't have any. 
	No, that wasn't fair. He was a good man. He wasn't even the source of most of her problems. 
	It was that blasted wish. And Ken. It was easier to blame Ken. If he wasn't so perverted she wouldn't be like this. 
	She moved the pillows off her belly and Simon removed the blankets, revealing her belly and breasts. 
	Until her senior year of high school, almost eight years ago now, Jessica had been a normal cheerleader with a crush on the quarterback, Ken Sterling, who didn't know she existed. One day, she had found a wandering shop and bought an ancient, magical wax tablet that had turned her into Ken's ideal woman. This had changed reality, giving her a new life where her breasts had grown so big that in her senior year of high school she'd needed a wheelchair to get around. It also made her Ken's girlfriend, which she was happy about, until he tried to force her into sex and she had squeezed his balls and dumped him. A few years later, she had met up with Simon Morton, her old math tutor, and they hit it off. By that point she had gained the ability to walk again, and she walked down the aisle to marry him. 
	They had a year of bliss. Then she got pregnant. They were excited at first because both of them wanted to have children. Then her breasts started to grow again. The growth was slow, but it never stopped throughout her pregnancy. Before she got pregnant, when she didn't wear a bra, her breasts hung down to her knees. With a bra, she could keep them above her hips. By the time she was three months pregnant, they had gained fifty pounds each and hung halfway down her shins. And down her shins they progressed. Now, in her ninth month, each weighed over 200 pounds. Gravity pulled each one down either side of her belly where they pooled on the bed in puddles three feet across. It had been weeks since she could reach her nipples, much less see them. She could just reach her areola, which were now almost two feet across. She thought her breasts would reach the floor if not outright rest on it if she could stand up, which she might have been able to just barely manage if it weren't for her other problem.
	Tied with the breasts for "biggest pain in Jessica's life" was her belly. It seemed that Ken had a fetish for hyper pregnancies, as Jessica found out when she got her first ultrasound and found out she was carrying ten babies. Her belly expanded as quickly as her breasts had and resembled a slightly squashed sphere a little more than two feet in diameter. The doctors estimated that her belly alone weighed approximately 200 pounds. While it was only the weight of one of her breasts, it also seemed to constantly churn with the kicking of so many babies. She could only sleep when they all slept, and they all only seemed to sleep when they passed out from exhaustion. 
	Not even her butt had been spared from her pregnancy. Pregnant women tend to gain more fat stores to prepare for breastfeeding, which ramps up with multiples. Combined with her hips spreading, her hips were over two and a half feet wide and each cheek stuck out behind her like a beach ball. Her fleshy thighs were almost absorbed in the back by her massive cheeks. All told, she currently weighed over 500 pounds more than she did before getting pregnant. The doctors estimated that she was on track to triple her pre-pregnancy weight before she gave birth. 
	Her belly was too big for her to lay on her back, and her breasts were too big to lay on her side, as one would inevitably roll off the other and either smother her face or try to roll behind her, pulling her on her back. The only position she could currently sleep in was upright with her head on a pillow on top of her belly. Her breasts rested on either side of her belly, her legs wrapped around her babies and stuck between her breasts, her belly, and her mattress. She wondered if she just looked like three fleshy orbs from the front. 
	Jessica didn't sleep in a normal bedroom. When it became apparent how big and heavy she was going to grow in her pregnancy, Simon designed and oversaw the construction of a new room in their house just for her. On the ceiling was a rail on which sat an electric winch. Around the base of her belly resting on a mattress on the floor, Simon circled support netting. He placed similar netting under her breasts. These he connected to the winch, which pulled Jessica's belly and breasts off the floor. With their weight supported, Jessica just had to lift up the weight of her ass, which was not quite as heavy as her breasts had been before her pregnancy, but it was getting close. 
	She grabbed a bar above her and lifted her legs as Simon wheeled the mattress out from under her. She lowered her legs and shivered as her feet touched the cold tile floor. Simon prepared to run her into the bathroom.
	Jessica untied her pajama bottoms and dropped them to the ground. "Simon," she said, standing on tiptoes and sticking her butt out at him. "Take care of me, first."
	"I don't know if we have time," said Simon. 
	"Do it quickly, then!" She shivered, which caused over a hundred pounds of booty to shake and clap. "I neeeeed it! I don't even need foreplay! I'm so horny, please!" It was true: her pregnancy hormones had increased her arousal so she was almost always horny or on the verge of becoming horny. Not only that, but between her belly, butt, and thighs, she couldn't even reach her own pussy to satisfy herself. 
	Simon sighed. "All right. You're lucky I can't resist that ass."
	"Yay!" she cried. She shivered in anticipation this time. "Wait, are you putting a condom on? It's not like I can get pregnant again."
	He shook his head. "We don't have time to wait for it to drip out." 
	She pouted, but accepted this. Her inch-thick lips, another gift of Ken's fantasies, made this both cute and sexy. 
	Simon approached his huge pregnant wife. Getting past her booty was a challenge, but he was an engineer at heart, and solving challenges was his passion. He lowered the winch, bringing her belly closer to the ground, which brought her butt more into the air. He peeled off her panties, that Jessica thought might have been the largest in the world. Then he reached in between her cheeks, spreading them and revealing her anus. He reached in deeper and felt for her pussy. As he suspected, she was dripping already, as she almost always was these days. 
	He reached around her ass and grabbed on to her hips. Then he braced against the floor and pushed into her as hard as he could. There was a lot of fat to get around, but fortunately, she had a huge pussy, which made it easier to reach her than it would be for a normal woman. 
	Jennifer moaned as he penetrated her. She had woken up horny, and her body needed this. If they didn't do this, she would be pent up an irritable for hours. 
	Simon had a lot of fat to push against, but he worked out regularly and never skipped leg day. His calves strained as he pushed into his wife, making her moan to the rhythm of his thrusting. 
	Finally he came and pulled out of her. She collapsed onto her knees, careful not to smush her belly. "Thank you," she mumbled.
	"Anything for my beautiful wife," Simon said, pulling off the condom and throwing it away. 
	He had the winch pull her up again and ran the winch along the ceiling track so she could enter the bathroom area. She pivoted so she could sit on the toilet. When she was finished, he wiped her off. Needing help just to go to the bathroom was probably her least favorite part of her size. 
	When she was all clean, they went back into the main room and he helped her into a pair of custom running shorts and then her socks and running shoes, which he tied. Then he wheeled a treadmill under her and lifted her belly and boobs a bit more. 
	He put his own treadmill next to hers so they could run together. Well, he ran while she waddled. It was one of her favorite parts of the day. They had nothing to do but talk. After the run they stretched. Finally, he put the treadmills away. 
	After the workout, they ran the winch down the track, back into the bathroom. Past the toilet was a shower area big enough to hold her. First he rinsed her off with the shower head and then lathered her up. She loved feeling his hands all over her body. When they had time, he would caress her gently, and that would lead to more sex. Today, though, he had a meeting to get to, so it was strictly business. She still came when he washed off her Ken-enhanced sensitive nipples. Then he lowered her to the tile and removed the harnesses so he could get the parts they covered. 
	When she was clean, she handled drying her hair while he dried down the rest of her. Drying under and between her breasts and belly was a tricky affair involving multiple towels, changing the harness, a blow drier, and corn starch. 
	After the shower, he helped her into a huge pair of panties and sweatpants, and helped her back onto her bed, where she spent most of her time. She combed her mane of hair, which, despite its size, was tangle-free and dried quickly, thanks to Ken.
	Breakfast was bacon, eggs, and toast, which she really only ate so she could feel human. Her real meal was a calorie dense shake that contained a lot of peanut butter and protein powder. As she was in her third trimester with ten babies, she needed to increase her caloric intake by a whopping 5,000 calories, meaning she needed to eat 7,000+ calories a day just to keep them all fed! The calorie shakes helped her do this most efficiently, but she found that she needed real food just to stay sane. 
	Jessica's sister, Rebecca, showed up while Jessica was brushing her teeth. While Simon was at work, Rebecca would hang around their house and take care of anything that Jessica needed. Rebecca was taking online classes and would mostly do schoolwork unless her sister needed anything. She kept her and her babies fed, spread cocoa butter on Jessica's belly and breasts to help with the stretching, and scratched any itches her sister couldn't reach.
	When Jessica had written Ken's name into the tablet to get his fantasy woman's body, it had changed reality around her. Not only did everyone remember that she always had large breasts, but her family had changed as well. In this new reality, Jessica's mother had macromastia, and so did her dad's sisters, all of whom had breasts about the size of their head. This created a perfect storm of gigantomastia in both Jessica and Rebecca. It wasn't as severe in Rebecca, who's breasts were "only" 50 pounds each and "only" hung to her hips when she didn't wear a bra and "just" reached her knees when they rested in her lap. They were still a source of pain and no end of inconveniences for her, but at least she'd never been bound to a wheelchair like Jessica had been. 
	Simon was almost obsessed with ensuring that Jessica wasn't bored when he was at work. He had rigged up a desk on wheels that could roll over her belly and chest. Because it had to fit over her chest, it was higher than a normal desk which made it a bit awkward to use, but at least she could use a laptop. 
	She had also taken up sewing. Because she kept outgrowing all her clothes, she had learned how to make her own. This included the running shorts she had worn earlier, as well as the panties and sweatpants she was currently wearing. At present she was working on a set of baby blankets. 
	Every couple of hours, Jessica needed more of her calorie shake, as the babies were insatiable. 
	After lunch, Rebecca helped Jessica change into what might have been the world's largest bikini bottom and rub sunscreen over her belly and breasts. The rail in the ceiling also led outside and over the pool in the backyard, and Rebecca deposited her sister in the pool and joined her. 
	Jessica loved swimming, because it was one of the few times she could forget about the weight of her belly and breasts. They had a salt water filtration system which also helped with the buoyancy. Simon had planted a series of tall trees around the yard to give her some privacy, so she didn't technically need to wear the bottoms, but she was proud of them after making them so she was going to wear them! She and Rebecca chatted and played what games they could. 
	When Simon got home, they all ate together before Rebecca went home. 
	After Rebecca left, Simon walked back into the room and leaned against the doorway. "So, what do you want to do tonight?" he said. "We could watch a movie."
	Jessica squirmed around her swollen, oozing pussy. She had been horny for hours, but she was not about to ask her sister to help her masturbate. "We could fuck," she said. 
	"Or we could catch up on that new show on Netflix I was telling you about," he suggested.
	Jessica whined. "You could help your horny, pregnant wife get off," she said. 
	"It's been a while since we played Mario Kart," he said. 
	Jessica grabbed as much of her breasts as she could reach, her nails leaving red lines. "Or you could take me from behind and put that big dick to use by pounding me until I'm senseless." 
	"One of my coworkers just told me about this new co-op game where..." 
	"YOU GOD-DAMNED FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!" she cried, "GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND FUCK ME BEFORE I HULK OUT AND SMASH YOU INTO THE CONCRETE." 
	Simon smirked, but started sauntering towards her. "That would be something to see," he said. 
	"I'll do it!" she shouted, "I'll jump on top of you and you'll have 800 pounds of horny bitch on your dick! See if I won't!" She pushed herself up on her feet, still held down by her belly and breasts, but her quivering pussy posed her biggest challenge. 
	Simon circled around to her front, and crouched down in front of her belly. "How should I respond to such threats?" he mused. "Maybe I'll start over here," he said as he started scratching her belly just outside of her reach. 
	Jessica sighed in contentment. She was horny, but this was also very nice. She hated not being able to reach parts of her body. 
	After a few minutes of this, Simon positioned himself in front of her right breast and brushed a finger along a nipple that she could no longer see, but knew was approaching the size of a soup can. 
	Jessica moaned as she felt her nipples stiffen. In most cases, nipples grow less sensitive as they grow bigger and the nerve endings grew further apart, but Jessica's breasts had defied conventional wisdom for years. Each was almost as sensitive as her labia were. 
	Simon used both hands, running his hands up and down her nipple like he was giving her a hand job, which he practically was, considering her sensitivity. He started tugging on it as he pulled, squeezing like he was milking a cow's teat. 
	Jessica writhed in tortured pleasure. She tried to reach him, to make him stop, but her belly kept her planted and her nipple was just out of her reach. She moaned in agonizing ecstasy as she came just from Simon's ministrations to her nipple and collapsed on her breast. 
	"I think she liked that," Simon said as he stood up and moved around to her other nipple. He started to rub it as well, and Jessica could feel each finger as it pulled on her sensitive teat. 
	Jessica had felt a pressure build in her breasts all day, but assumed it was just the weight of a 200 pound breast pressing on itself. As Simon pulled on her nipple, she felt something give and Simon gave a cry of surprise. 
	"Your milk has come in!" he said. He leaned down and put his lips over his nipple and sucked. 
	If Simon's hands on her nipple were stimulating, his lips and tongue were on another level. Jessica thrashed around, at least as much as she could with 700 pounds of belly, breast, and butt holding her in place. She could feel the milk emptying out, and would have sighed at the relief if she wasn't building to another orgasm. When she crested, she actually screamed. She could feel milk trickling out of her other nipple. She collapsed on her breast, which forced some extra milk into Simon's mouth, causing him to choke. 
	He let go of her breast and wiped milk from his chin, grinning. "That's a lot," he said. "More than I can drink, for sure. Good thing I have these ready." He stepped over to a storage closet and brought out a couple of devices that looked like shop vacs. They were custom-built industrial milkers. 
	She sighed. She didn't want to feel like a cow, but if she was already producing more than Simon could drink, this would be the only way to stay on top of her lactation. 
	Simon wiped off her right nipple with an alcohol wipe, then hooked up the first pump and turned it on. Jessica immediately felt relief in that breast. She also felt stimulation. When Simon cleaned off and connected the other breast, the relief and stimulation was doubled. She moaned. 
	"Does that feel good?" her husband asked. 
	She nodded her head, unable to speak. 
	"Well, let's see how good we can make you feel," he said. He circled around to her rear and slowly peeled off her sweatpants and panties, revealing her beachball sized cheeks. He rubbed them gently, knowing they were sensitive. 
	"These panties are getting tight," he remarked, "you might need to make another pair if you keep getting so big and sexy. Come on, stand up so I can take these off."
	She tried, but her legs were still weak from cumming from both of her breasts. She didn't have the strength. 
	"Come on," he said, and smacked her on the butt. 
	That was enough to push her over the edge, and she came again. She screamed and collapsed her rear to the mattress. She tried to stand, but couldn't manage it.
	Simon considered the situation. Then he took her harness and wrapped it around her belly and breasts and winched them into the air. Then he took another harness and wrapped it around her protruding ass and lifted that into the air. With Then he removed her pussy juice-soaked sweatpants and panties and threw them aside. Then he wrapped a harness around each of her bare legs, pulling it up to her thighs and removed the harness around her booty. Then he used the harnesses around her thighs to raise her back end into the air, putting her pussy at just crotch height for him. 
	He reached in between her thighs and felt for her pussy, which was swollen and gushing. His wife moaned and quivered. He nodded his head, then pushed himself into her fold and penetrated her lower lips. 
	Jessica felt her husband's cock pierce her below and couldn't stop moaning. Between the pumping on each nipple and her husband taking her from behind, she was on a constant crest of orgasms, sometimes from one or both nipples, sometimes from her pussy, sometimes from all three at a time. Simon couldn't see it because he was taking her from behind, but Jessica's eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth stretched in the "ahegao" face that teenage Ken thought was hot. 
	Finally Simon came inside his huge, sexy wife, but she was barely aware of it. She gradually came back to coherence as she felt him wipe her down, peppering her with kisses over her skin. Finally he shut off and disconnected the milkers. He cleaned off her nipples and applied a cream meant for udders. 
	"I think I'm going to install more rails on the ceiling," Simon said. "They'll make it easier to move the milkers around."
	"Whatever you think, dear," she said, dreamily. She felt satisfied for the first time all day. "Did you say there was a new show on Netflix?"
	"Yeah, a new mystery show. Should I put it on?"
	"Sure."
	As it turns out, cuddling is difficult when one of the couple has hyper-sized body parts. They had figured out a way, though. Simon put a cushion on a portable wall that he fixed behind Jessica. It didn't reach her back, because of the size of her ass, which stuck almost a foot and a half behind her. Instead, Simon positioned himself behind Jessica and sat on her ass, wrapping his arms around her, his legs above hers around her belly. They cuddled like that and watched mystery shows until bed time, which was when all the babies stopped kicking. 
	Simon helped her to the bathroom where she relieved herself and brushed her teeth, then led her back to the mattress. He helped her into a clean pair of panties and her pajama bottoms then lowered her gently to the mattress. He handed her her pillow and wrapped a blanket around her, which was really two blankets stitched together with a gap for her head to fit through. Then he laid down next to her on the mattress under his own blankets. Even if she took up most of the bed, he still slept next to her. He was such a sweetheart. She loved him so much.
	"I love you," she said. 
	"I love you, too," he responded. "Good night."
	"Good night." 
	She fell asleep with her head on her belly, thinking of Simon. 

Day 2 - Six Months Later:

	A cry pierced the darkness. Jessica moaned. She didn't want to get up, but she knew that one cry would become two, and eventually become ten. Fortunately, she felt a rustle next to her and knew that Simon was getting up to take care of it. 
	Then the cry became two and she sighed. She looked at her smart watch. 5:14 am. Earlier than she preferred, but late enough that she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep after this. She scrolled down on her watch to the lighting app and raised the light in the room just enough that she and Simon could see what they were doing, but not enough to hurt their eyes or wake more of the kids than necessary. 
	She looked up at the ceiling. One nice thing about not being pregnant was that she could sleep on her back again. Jessica's bedroom looked mostly the same as when she was pregnant. The most notable difference was that each side of the room was filled with a spiraling conveyer belt similar to the ones at sushi restaurants. The one on her left held most of her possessions and needed appliances, and a similar one on her right held ten bassinets. 
	Another other big difference was that now she could operate most of the equipment in this room with her smart watch. A few button presses and the winches above her began to retract, lifting her breasts from where they rested on the bed next to her. 
	Since the day she started lactating, her breasts had doubled in size again, each weighing over 400 pounds empty. They were closer to 500 when engorged with milk, as they now were. Each stretched nearly four feet away from her and was over two feet thick and wide. She wondered if she'd ever touch her nipples again. 
	As her breasts were lifted in the air, her torso came with it, coming off of the second mattress they had to put on top of the lower mattress to make up for the size of her ass. It was now over three feet wide now. They calculated it probably weighed 250 pounds on its own. 
	She saw that Simon was already heating some of her stored breast milk for the babies, so when her breasts were in position, she activated the conveyer belt until it brought her a pair of grabbing tools with mirrors attached to them. The milker was always behind her, as it was too heavy to move. She used the tools to grab a milking hose with a custom nozzle and place it over her nipple. She couldn't see her nipple over her breast, which is why the grabbers had mirrors. Fortunately, her nipples were the size of tennis balls, which made attaching the nozzles easier. 
	She issued a command to her smart watch and the device started pumping. She moaned as it stimulated her sensitive nipples. She wanted to lose herself to the pleasure, but she couldn't stop now; she needed to recover her calories. 
	Since she had started lactating, Jessica had kept producing more and more milk. Limiting the pumping just made her breasts swell painfully until they leaked on their own, and her doctor didn't know what effects scaling up lactation inhibitors to her body mass would have on her children. So her breast kept pumping up production, and they just had to keep up.
	At present, each of her breasts had a capacity of just under 11 gallons of milk, meaning that each pumping produced about 22 gallons. At six pumpings a day, she was producing over 130 gallons every single day.
	It seemed that teenage Ken also had quite the lactation fetish. 
	A gallon of breast milk has about 2,800 calories, which was more than what a normal person would consume a day. And she produced 130 of them. All those calories had to come from somewhere. In general, a lactating mother needs to consume about 1.25 calories for each calorie of breast milk produced. So Jessica needed to consume 3520 calories for each gallon of breast milk she produced. Adding in the calories she needed to keep herself alive, that meant she needed to consume about 460,000 calories a day, or close to 77,000 calories each pumping. That was the same amount of calories as 3.2 gallons of peanut butter per pumping, or 19 gallons of peanut butter a day.
	Of course, she couldn't eat that much peanut butter each day. This meant calorie shakes. She had a second machine next to her pump just for producing the shakes. Early in her lactation, she could just drink the shakes normally, but that took too long now. Fortunately, Ken's teenage fetishes made her a champion at deep-throating, so she just forced the feeding tube down her throat and turned on the pump. As her breasts produced more and more milk, stealing more and more of her calories, the amount of shake she drank had to increase as well. She hadn't eaten solid food in months. 
	She wondered if teenage Ken also had an inflation fetish, because over the last year and a half of stuffing herself, her stomach had stretched out further than a normal stomach should have been able to. Over the next thirty minutes, her stomach swelled and stretched until it held all 28 gallons of calorie shake she had to drink every three hours just to feed her milk production. A larger tube could have pumped faster, but she needed to be able to breath around the tube. 
	While she "ate," Simon handed her a baby, little Clarissa, and a bottle. This was one of her favorite parts of the day: holding one of her beautiful children as they fed. She wished that she could breast feed her children directly, but she tried to make the best of things. At least she could feed them her own milk. 
	When the machine finished pumping, she was as big as she had been when she was pregnant: her stomach extended two feet in each direction and weighed 200 pounds. Her breasts, which were mostly done pumping, sagged down either side of it. She withdrew the feeding tube and sighed. Then she looked at her husband lustily. Simon sighed and finished feeding baby Damon and put him back in his bassinet. 
	The other reason she thought Ken had an inflation fetish was because stuffing herself felt good. Really good. Better than eating had ever felt before. After half an hour of nipple stimulation and stuffing herself, she was horny and ready to go. 
	Simon took Clarissa from her and put her back in bed. While he did that, Jessica wrapped up a harness that she had placed under her belly before she started feeding. This she attached to another winch above her. While the winch hoisted her belly up, she got her feet underneath her prodigious ass and slowly stood up. Her butt may have weighed 250 pounds, but that was still less than the combined weight of her previously smaller ass and tits before she got pregnant. What really made standing difficult was the fact that her ass had completely swallowed the back of her thighs. Between her knees and lower back was all butt. 
	Simon was more than aware.
	He walked up behind her and smacked her on the butt, sending her ass cheek quaking. Jessica moaned, the spank sending her over the edge and she came. Her knees buckled and she nearly fell down. 
	"Can you continue?" Simon asked. 
	She nodded her head, unable to speak. She pressed a few buttons on her watch, causing her chest and belly to lower to the floor until she was resting on her belly, her boobs shifting slightly from either side of her belly to slightly in front of it. As she bent forward, her two-foot-diameter belly pushed up against her thick thighs until she could rest her head on it. 
	Simon shut off the pumps and removed the nozzles from her sensitive nipples. He wiped them clean and then administered a balm meant for udders that had been milked. She hated feeling like a cow, but it did the job. She moaned as he rubbed them between his hands. 
	When Simon finished applying the udder balm, he got behind his wife. Her huge ass lay before him, her bloated belly peeking out from between her plush thighs. Hidden up between her ass and her belly was her waiting pussy. As was his habit, he reached his hand up inside to feel for her entrance, which was dripping in anticipation. Sometimes he would stretch it out, making her wait, but they didn't have that much time lately. At any moment, their children could wake up and they'd have to pause their lovemaking. 
	Simon shoved against her ass, parting her cheeks like Aragorn opening the doors to Edoras. He positioned his dick at the entrance to her pussy and forced his way inside. Jessica moaned and her pussy quivered and clenched as she came just from his push. He shoved inside her again and again, her entire body, from her plush ass, to her gigantic breasts and her stuffed belly in between them all jiggling with each shove and thrust. 
	"Ugh," he grunted, "your pussy is so tight with your stomach all full. There's barely enough room for me to get in." 
	Jessica could only moan. Her mind was full of fireworks. It was like this every time. Her face stretched out in an ahegao. 
	"Almost there," Simon said, "here it comes! Agh!" he choked off his cry as he came so he wouldn't wake the babies. He slumped on top of his wife's ass and caught his breath. 
	He wanted to stay there longer, but another baby started crying. He threw his condom away (couldn't risk her getting pregnant again already), washed his hands, and went to care for little Penelope. 
	Jessica was useless for the next few minutes as her mind rebooted. When she came back to herself, she activated the winches and pulled herself back up. Simon passed her Robert and she fed him while Simon changed Penelope. 
	Over the next three hours, her stomach receded as her body digested the calorie shake and her breasts slowly refilled themselves. 

---Warning: toilet scene. Feel free to skip.---
	Unfortunately, one doesn't consume 220 pounds of shake without needing to relieve themselves immensely and often. Due to her size, it was easier for Simon to wheel a portable toilet to her when she needed to go. A few months ago, he had given up and installed one on a track that she could summon with her watch. It also cleaned her off when she was done. 
---End toilet scene---

	When the children were all fed and changed, Simon put them in their play pens. Because of her needs, Simon had taken an extended paternity leave from his solar installation company. He was the boss, so he could do that. They also made money on the side by selling her milk. The local milk bank bought her milk for $3.50/oz, or $448/gallon. Since she produced a minimum of 130 gallons a day, even after the two and a half gallons her own children ate, her breast milk was bringing them almost $57,000 a day! 
	Jessica would have traded all that money for being mobile enough to help Simon care for their children. Much of that money went towards the various improvements to the house to make her life more convenient, and the nannies who helped care for all ten babies. 
	After Simon got the kids in their playpens, he helped his wife get cleaned up. When they had less time, they settled for a quick sponge bath, but since they'd woken up early, they used the winches to get her into the shower. She liked being able to use the shower. She never felt fully clean from the sponge bath. After the bath, he toweled off every nook and cranny of her body while she used an industrial strength blow drier on all 15 pounds of her hair. 	
	When he got her back to the bed, he covered her with a loose dress that she thought resembled a circus tent more than anything. While she still had to use the portable toilet in the middle of the room every hour and pump milk every three hours, she felt like the dress at least helped her maintain a modicum of decency and dignity. 

	Not long after, the nannies came. They were life savers. Jessica and Simon's kids were very active and needed a lot of attention. When a child needed feeding they tried to hand them to their mother, but she often felt like that was a token gesture. She just sat in the middle of the room while the childcare was done by her husband and the nurses. 
	When Jessica had digested most of her first meal, Simon rolled the treadmill beneath her so she could get a bit of exercise. Some days they used the pool. She loved being free of the straps and letting the salt water support her weight.
	So her day went in cycles of pumping, stuffing, feeding, and the occasional nap when she could take them. All while she watched Simon and the nannies take care of and play with her children. 

	That night, she reached her limit. 
	After the nannies had gone home, Simon went to take a quick shower. They had just lain the children down to nap in their playpens, so they thought they had time. Not two minutes into his shower, little Penelope started to cry. If she were in her bassinet, Jessica could have run the conveyer belt and reached her. Now her daughter was only ten feet away, and she couldn't reach her. Jessica dug her feet into the mattress and tried to drag nearly 1,000 pounds of breasts and milk, but she couldn't budge them. Her daughter NEEDED her, and she couldn't help. Simon came back into the room less than five minutes later, naked and soaking wet and saw to Penelope. 
	Jessica collapsed on her gigantic breasts and cried. She felt like a useless mother. 
	After Simon had seen to Penelope, he saw to his wife. He squeezed in between her breasts and held her as she cried. 
	"I don't know what  you are going through," he said, "I can only imagine. I've watched you doing your best in the year you've been immobile, and I'm shocked you haven't broken down before now. You are the strongest person I know." 
	"If I'm so strong," she murmured, "why can't I even help my daughter? Weaker women can help their daughters." 
	"Most women aren't carrying twelve hundred pounds of tits and ass," he pointed out. 
	"I can't deal with it any more," she said.
	"Do you want to hire more help?"
	She shook her head. "That won't be enough." 
	"Do you want to get a reduction?" he asked. "The doctor said it's dangerous to do one while you're lactating, but if we wait a week we could freeze enough of your milk to last until they're weaned. Then you could take those lactation inhibitors and get them reduced. "
	Jessica pressed a button on her watch and the conveyer belt of her possessions started rolling. "I want to try something else before resorting to surgery," she said. "When we started dating, you said you found my gigantic boobs sexy. Do you still think that?"
	Simon sighed. "I liked them when you could still move around. I was also attracted to the fact that you refused to let them keep you in a wheelchair and worked hard every day to stay mobile. It said a lot about your determination. Now, though," he gestured at the breasts, "I don't deny that there's a part of me that finds this incredibly hot. I used to fantasize about girls with their breasts so big they were pinned to the ground by them, but that was before I understood the reality; before I knew the logistics involved. The winches, the conveyer belts, the pumps, the toilet: those aren't sexy. I think I could get off on the idea of the inconvenience, but the reality sucks."
	Jessica had stopped the conveyer belt when a certain chest of drawers was next to her. She was rummaging through it. "So if I had your ideal body, what would that be like?" she asked. 
	"Well, you wouldn't be pinned by your breasts," he said. "We'd be able to go out and do things. We could go on hikes and runs together. You'd be able to take care of your own children. You could breastfeed them yourself. Why do you ask? And what have you got there?" 
	Jessica had found what she was looking for. It looked like a thin bronze box about the size of an index card. "I'll tell you," she said, "but can you get me a toothpick?" 
	Simon dislodged himself from her cleavage and went to fulfil her request while she told her story.
	"I didn't always have this body," she began.
	"Well, yeah."
	"No, I mean I wasn't always the girl with huge boobs," she said. 
	"What do you mean?" 
	"I mean that until senior year of high school, I looked like a normal girl," she explained.
	"Now I know that's not true," he said. "I remember you all through high school, and you were never normal." 
	"I know that's what you remember," she said, "but bear with me. I was a skinny cheerleader in love with Ken Sterling. Do you remember him?"
	"The asshole quarterback that tried to assault you until you grabbed his balls?" 
	She nodded her head. "You remember the important details," she said. "Anyways, I was in love with him, but he never gave me the time of day." 
	"I remember him pushing you around in your wheelchair." 
	"Your memories are wrong," she said, "just trust me. Anyways, one day I found a wandering shop. You know, those magic stores that pop up and are gone the next day?"
	"I've heard the stories. You mean you really found one? What did you get?" 
	"I got this," she said. She opened the box, revealing two sides with wax. She took the toothpick from Simon. "The old man there called it The Tablet of Aphrodite. I wrote my name in one side, Ken's in the other, and the next day I woke up with tits that put me in a wheelchair."
	"But I remember them growing, you know, naturally," he said.
	"Yeah," she said, "it changed the past somehow. Everyone remembered me having gigantomastia, and I was the only one who remembered being a skinny, lovesick cheerleader." 
	Simon digested all this. 
	"It's hard to believe, isn't it?" she asked.
	He nodded his head. "Yeah," he said. "Those shops are a legend. You always hear stories of a friend of a friend of that guy who's always making stuff up who found one. You never actually meet someone who found one." 
	"I get that," she said, "I really do. But what's more likely: I naturally grew the largest tits in the world, then carried ten children to term, while my tits quadrupled in size, all without getting any stretch marks, or I found a magic shop and I'm telling you the truth?"
	Simon opened his mouth to speak, then closed it and rubbed his chin in thought. "Well," he eventually said, "when you put it that way, yeah, your body is unbelievable. If I had to weigh the odds, then yeah, magic is more likely. So why are you telling me this now?"
	"Because I'm going to cross out Ken's name and write yours," she answered. She smoothed down the wax that said "Ken Sterling."
	"Why didn't you cross out his name years ago?" 
	"The shopkeeper told me that just erasing his name wouldn't change me back, I had to replace Ken's fantasy with someone else's. Once I found out how perverted guys were, I didn't want to risk getting an even worse body." She carefully wrote "Simon Morton" in the wax with the toothpick.
	"And you didn't want to replace it with my fantasy?" 
	She shrugged her shoulders. "You said you liked my huge tits, so I figured we could make it work. Now, though..." She closed the tablet and put it back in the drawer. 
	"So let's say I believe you," he said. "What happens now?" 
	"Now we wait," she said. "It happens overnight." 
	He nodded his head. "Well, if things are going to change tonight," he said, "then I want to get all the use I can out of these boobs!" He hugged one of her breasts, caressing it up and down. 
	"Don't press so hard!" she admonished, "I'm full of milk!" 
	"Ah, right," he said. He hooked up the pump to one of her nipples, but paused before the other one. Then he leaned down and started to suckle from it, making sure to stimulate the nipple with his tongue as much as he could. He was rewarded with a heavy rush of milk and he swallowed greedily. 
	Jessica moaned. The pump was efficient for removing milk, but having someone suckle felt so much better. She felt juice run down her leg as she came again and again just from Simon's ministrations to her teat. 
	When Simon was full, he detached and wiped down the nipple before attaching the pump. Then he handed Jessica her feeding tube. "I don't think I've ever fucked you while you were inflating," he said.
	Jessica's eyes went wide. She deep-throated the tube and pressed the button on her watch to begin the feeding. As she felt her stomach begin to swell, she also felt Simon behind her, rubbing her all over her ass. He leaned over her and rubbed her expanding stomach. She moaned around the tube. 
	Then he spanked her, as hard as he could. She came again, nearly throwing up her shake. She focused and swallowed, though. She didn't want to inhale the shake. Simon spanked every inch of her ass, and she came with every strike. Her ass was so big that her stomach was mostly full by the time he ran out of ass to spank. 
	She couldn't bend over with the feeding tube in her throat, so they tried something different. Simon got on the floor beneath her, and she loosened the winch, lowering herself onto his dick. When he was just barely in her, he began arching his back and thrusting into her. She kept her breasts and belly just barely supported, then lowered her ass on him. 
	"Holy shit!" Simon gasped as over 300 lbs of his wife landed on him. She got her feet around her and pressed herself up just a few inches and landed again. She could barely do it, but the feeling of taking an active part in sex excited her, which gave her strength. Again and again she landed on her husband, her ass so huge it spread around his chest and partially rested on the mattress. She came again and again, which made her mind want to black out, but she forced her consciousness under her control. She needed to be on top this time. She needed to know that even though she weighed over 1,300 pounds, she could still make her husband cum. 
	The feeder stopped when she had the full 28 gallons of shake in her, but she wasn't done. This much food hadn't really stretched her for a few weeks now. She pressed a few buttons on her watch, and her feeder started pumping shake into her again. Her stomach started to swell past its normal two feet in diameter, 220 pounds maximum. 
	"You're getting so tight," Simon grunted, "I've never felt you so tight." 
	"Just hold on," she said, "I won't forgive you if you cum already." 
	Simon held on with all his might. For the next thirty minutes, as her stomach exceeded its capacity, stretching to hold 56 gallons of calorie shake, he clenched every muscle in his body as his dick felt like it was in a vise. 
	Jessica's legs were on fire. She had never done this many squats, but so many years of dragging around more weight in her tits than 99% of people in the world had given her an iron will. She would finish this. Her stomach was full to bursting, but the aching stretch made her even hornier, Ken Sterling be damned. Her pussy was under so much pressure that every time she dropped on Simon, it felt like a sledgehammer slammed against her crotch, in a good way. 
	Finally, the feeder stopped, signaling that her belly, which was now 2' 4" in diameter, held 56 gallons of calorie shake, which weighed 440 lbs. 
	"That's all I can do," she wheezed, and dropped all her weight on her husband. As his dick pierced her, she screamed as she had her biggest orgasm yet, which pushed her into the oblivion she'd been putting off for twenty minutes. 
	Simon felt like he came buckets as she landed. He couldn't breathe with all her weight on him. "Holy shit, holy shit fucks" was all he could think. 
	His babies' cries brought him back to reality. Apparently they hadn't kept it down enough. Before he suffocated, he navigated to the winch control on his own smart watch and lifted his wife's belly and boobs off of him. That gave him just enough release to wriggle out from under her ass and go help their children. 
	Jessica was lost to the world. She slumped against her bloated stomach, then sunk into oblivion, and from there into sleep. 

Day 3 -  The Next Day
	
	A cry pierced the dim, early morning light. That was not unusual to Jessica. Most of her mornings lately had started with a baby's cry. What was unusual was the sound. It sounded ... lo-fi? Like it was coming through a speaker. She turned over to see which baby was crying. The shifting of her breasts over her torso made her aware of three things:
	She had been sleeping on her side.
	She was able to roll over on her own. 
	Her breasts were smaller than they had been the previous night. They were smaller than they had been since before she first used the tablet. 
	Hesitantly, she felt her breasts. They were still enormous by any normal standard -- Simon still liked them huge -- but they were manageable. One rested on top of the other as she lay on her side, and they extended a little more than a foot out from her chest. She wondered how much they weighed. After writing Ken's name in the tablet ten years ago, her memories had taken a little while to adjust to the changed world. She assumed the same would happen now. Within a few hours, she would remember most things. Within a few days, she would remember everything. 
	The cry repeated, bringing her out of her reverie. She could admire her body later; her baby needed help. 
	And if she was right, now she could do it herself. 
	She looked up to where the sound was coming from and saw a baby monitor on the table next to her bed. Right, if she could sleep in a normal bedroom, they could keep the babies in the other room. 
	She pushed herself out of bed, and flew into the wall. The sound of her crashing to the floor woke Simon.
	"What was that?" he asked. "Are you all right?" 
	"I'm all right," she groaned, as she picked herself up off the floor, her chest wobbling until the bottom of her breasts levelled out to just above her hips. How had she launched herself so far? "Just going to get the baby." She went towards the doorway, marveling at how light her whole body felt. 
	Jessica saw stars as her face impacted the top of the doorframe. "What the fuck!?" she cried, staggering back and rubbing her nose. 
	"Are you all right?" Simon asked again. "Did you forget we moved into a new house? The contractor said he'll be here next week to heighten the doorframes." 
	"Doorframes?" she asked, confused.
	"Yeah," he said, "just remember that you need to duck, for now." 
	Her baby cried again and Jessica put aside her confusion. She ducked under the doorframe (did they move into a hobbit house?) and went down the hall towards the crying. She remembered to duck under this doorframe and found herself in a nursery with four cribs. There was little Penelope, crying for milk. Jessica was surprised how small she looked. And how far down the crib was. She leaned down and picked up her daughter, her eyes tearing up that she was able to fetch her baby on her own. When she lifted up the hem of her shirt, and Penelope latched on, she started crying for real. Tears streamed down her face. In this new reality, this was probably common, and her new memories of the past would soon emerge, but as far as she could remember at this moment, this was her first time nursing her own child directly. 
	She stepped out of the nursery so her sobs wouldn't wake Penelope's siblings. 
	Behind her, she heard Simon ask, "are you all right? I know I keep asking you that, but are you?" 
	"I'm wonderful," she whispered, turning around. "Everything's ... why are you so short?" Indeed, to her surprise, Simon was over a foot shorter than her. 
	"Me?" he said, "I'm normal-sized. You're the amazon. How hard did you hit your head?" 
	"Amazon? Wha ... I need a mirror!" She brushed past Simon to where she somehow knew there was a bathroom. She flipped on the light and looked at herself in the mirror over the sink. Her hair was still long, thick, and red, and her eyes were still vivid green, but that is where the similarities ended. 
	She was huge. Not in the same way her boobs had been huge the day before; now her whole body was huge. Her head was within a foot of the ceiling. Her shoulders were almost as wide as her hips, which were still incredibly wide, though not as much as yesterday. She lifted the arm that wasn't cradling Penelope and bent it, bringing her fist towards her shoulder. They didn't meet, because her forearm was blocked by a bicep the size of a softball. Her thighs were huge, not because of her fat ass, but because her quads were nearly as thick as her waist. She turned to the side. She had slept in a tee shirt and a pair of booty shorts which showed off her new ass. In the previous reality, before she got pregnant, her butt had looked like two basketballs of adipose. Now it looked like two basketballs of muscle. She lifted up her shirt and the breast that wasn't being suckled. Behind the breast was half of a perfect eight-pack. 
	"He turned me into a seven-foot amazon," she said in wonder.
	While she was admiring her physique, Simon appeared in the door. "You must be feeling all right," he said, "if you can strike poses first thing in the morning." He stepped in front of her and started flexing. His muscles were almost as big as hers, and looked even bigger, proportionally. He was in shape before, but he was much bigger than yesterday.
	"When did you get so built?" she asked, before biting her lip.
	He smiled and wiggled his eyebrows at her in the mirror. "I have to keep up with you, don't I?" He turned to face her. "Seriously, what's going on?"
	She shook her head. "Isn't it obvious? The tablet. Don't you remember?"
	"Tablet?" he asked. "That bronze one from last night? Doesn't look like it did anything. Nothing's changed." 
	Jessica looked at Simon in astonishment. "Nothing's ... oh, it must have changed history again! That's why you don't remember." 
	"What are you talking about?" he asked, even more frustrated. 
	"This isn't the body I had yesterday," she said. "The tablet changed it, but no one remembers but me." She saw that he didn't look convinced. "Please," she said, "you have to believe me. This is your ideal body, isn't it? Wait, you've liked tall amazons this whole time?" 
	He shrugged his shoulders. "It's no big secret," he said. "That's half the reason I asked you out in high school." 
	"We've been dating since high school?" she asked. Then she remembered. They'd met in ... science club? When had she joined that? "That's not how I remember it. The tablet changed reality again." 
	"So this isn't the world you remember?" he asked.
	"No," she said. She quickly described the world she remembered yesterday, where she was pinned by almost a thousand pounds of breasts and milk. 
	Simon whistled. "That sounds sexy, but inconvenient, and impossible."
	"As impossible as a," she searched her memory, "seven foot four muscular amazon with perfect Rapunzel hair and a, wait, Master's in Materials Science? Wait, you said my height was half the reason you asked me out. Was the other reason my mind?"
	"Guilty as charged," he said with a smirk. "And to answer your other question, I never thought about it before, but yeah, I guess it is impossible." He looked thoughtful. "I love huge, strong, smart women with huge breasts. Always have. I guess I should have been suspicious when one just landed in my life." 
	"Don't be suspicious," she said, "be thankful. Like I'm thankful for you." She leaned down and kissed him on the lips. Her heart fluttered. Ken wanted her to be an immobile, baby-making sex pot. Simon wanted her to be big, strong, and smart. She really didn't deserve him. 
	She thought of something and ducked out of the bathroom.
	"Where are you going?" Simon asked.
	"There were four cribs in that room. Where are our other children?" 
	Simon shrugged. "In their rooms." 
	Curious, Jessica walked down the hallway and opened the first door she came to. Inside were three cribs, with three toddlers inside. She let them sleep and opened the next door. Inside was a triple-level bunk bed with three five-year-olds. One lifted his head and looked at her. 
	"Is it time to get up now?" he asked. 
	She looked at her watch. It said 6:04am. "No, Damon," she said, "go back to sleep." 
	"Ok. Love you mommy," he said, snuggling under his blanket.
	"I love you too, sweetie," she whispered, choking back tears.
	She closed the door and searched her memories. She had been concerned that without Ken's extreme pregnancy fetish, she wouldn't have had all ten children. They had been too much for her to take care of, but she loved them just the same. New memories came back to her. They'd had all ten children, but not all at once. She and Simon had gotten married shortly after high school. She'd had one set of triplets while working on her bachelor's, another set of triplets while working on her master's, and now she'd had a set of quadruplets while working on her doctorate. 
	How had she found the time? She would later figure out that Simon wanted her to have the energy to accomplish her goals, so six hours of sleep a night was a full night's rest for her and she never got tired outside of it. He'd taken an electrician's apprenticeship right out of high school and founded his solar-panel installation company, which was able to support her as a student and mother. 
	She heard some more cries while lost in memory, so she handed Penelope to Simon to change and grabbed two more babies to nurse. After all four infants had been fed and changed, she had to pump the rest of her milk. Her quadruplets together drank about a gallon of milk a day. Unfortunately, she produced almost that much per breast every time she pumped, which was six times a day. 
	While she nursed, she thought about the new reality. It seemed that besides height and muscles, Simon had minor versions of Ken's fetishes. Triplets and quadruplets instead of decuplets. Thirty pound breasts instead of four hundred pound breasts. Inconvenient conditions instead of debilitating ones. Jessica didn't know much about reality altering magic, so she had no idea if these were Simon's natural fetishes from before they met, or if since she had written his name in the tablet while they were married, his fetishes had gotten mixed up with his love for who she was. 
	Either way, she liked this better.  
	After pumping, it was time to get the oldest triplets up and ready for school. While it was a mad house with three kindergarteners, three toddlers, and four infants, Jessica found she had more than enough energy to keep up. 
	During breakfast, she chugged her calorie shake. Fortunately, she only needed to drink two and a half gallons of shake six times a day, instead of her previous twenty-eight gallons. Now she just looked six months pregnant with one baby. As an added bonus, Jessica was now 7' 4" tall, and weighed 425 pounds. Those muscles demanded over 10,000 calories a day. They digested her protein shakes quickly, leaving her six pack completely flat less than half an hour after her meal. 
	After the oldest trio went to school, Jessica and Simon got ready for a run. Jessica was very excited for this. Jessica's new memories were starting to trickle in, but she had only vague memories of running so far. This would be her first time experiencing running first hand since she had gotten the tablet. 
	She wondered how she was going to run with sixty pounds of boob flying around, until she found her sports bra and a flood of memories came back. THIS was why she had become a materials scientist. Her research for her doctorate was on textiles with some of the properties of non-Newtonian fluids. They were normally flexible and slightly elastic, but when they were struck by an external force, they became momentarily rigid. Her official research, what she had written her dissertation on, was how to use this to make clothing that was flexible and comfortable, but could protect against bullets. Her personal research was on how to make a sports bra for macromastic breasts that was comfortable, but prevented her breasts from moving when she ran. And she'd succeeded. 
	She loaded the quadruplets into a custom running stroller that Simon had designed and built. Some of her colleagues looked down on him because he never went to college, but Jessica knew he was a genius with his hands and could build anything. 
	She paused when she saw Simon loading the triplets into a bike rickshaw. "Why are you taking your bike?" she asked. "I thought we were going for a run."
	Simon looked at her, confused. "It's the only way I can keep up with you," he responded. 
	She didn't fully understand his words until they started their run. She wasn't just strong, she was fast! Even while pushing four infants in a stroller she was able to run a sub-six minute mile, and keep it up for mile after mile. To her pleasure, her custom bra not only supported her breasts, but kept them almost completely still as her long legs ate up the miles. 
	Out of a habit she didn't remember building, she followed a creek side path that she later found out was thirteen miles. When she finished, she was shocked to discover that she had just run a half-marathon in less than an hour and twenty minutes.
	She was even more surprised to realize that she could have gone further, but she had an important event to get to. 
	Jessica and Simon went home and showered. Then she pumped herself again and put on a skirt suit that she thought made her look like She Hulk, but Simon thought was sexy. Her sister -- who was now six-foot-eight and sporting m-cup breasts, showed up to help Simon watch the kids, and she drove downtown to her university. She reveled in being able to drive herself. Her breasts in her previous life couldn't fit behind a steering wheel. While her current breasts reached her lap, they barely touched the halfway point of her thighs. She had to lower her seat all the way and tilt the chair back to avoid hitting the ceiling with her head, though. 
	She couldn't get over how small everyone else looked to her. Previously, she'd been below average height, and so had looked up at most people. Now, she towered over everyone she met. She was also wider and stronger than everyone she ran into, as well. 
	At the university, she defended her doctoral thesis. At first she was nervous to present on research she didn't remember doing, but a quick review of her presentation notes, and she knew what to say. Fortunately, her current version had rehearsed well for this presentation, and she performed it flawlessly. Being bigger than everyone on the committee helped her confidence, too. 
	Some trouble occurred when it came time for the committee to ask questions. It had been two hours since she had pumped, and she needed to pump every three hours. Her breasts were swelling up. She could feel them pressing against her suit jacket. 
	She refused to let that distract her, though. Each question from the committee jogged her memory, and she found herself able to remember hundreds of hours of research, study, and experimentation. 
	When they asked her to leave while they deliberated, she rushed to the bathroom to pump. She was nervous about the result, but the relief of pumping overshadowed that. She was just as sensitive as the day before, if not more so, and had to bite her lip to keep from moaning in a public bathroom. She couldn't wait to feel Simon suck on them. 	
	When she got back to the room, one of the professors had just stepped outside to call her. As she walked in to the examination hall, one of the professors greeted her and said "congratulations, Doctor Morton!" 
	She immediately called Simon with the good news. Then she called her parents. She drove home and Simon met her at the door and she hugged him, tearing up in relief. The older triplets were home from Kindergarten, and she hugged them, too. The rest of the day, she played with all ten of her children. They had a lot of energy, but so did she. 
	That night, after they put the children to bed, Jessica dragged Simon to their bed. It had been a good day. A great day, even, and she wanted it to be perfect. 
	Simon was not a small man. He was 5' 10", which was average height, and he was covered in lean muscle. His wife, however, was a foot and a half taller than him and weighed twice as much. 
	And he loved it. 
	Jessica put her hands under Simon's arms and lifted him up so he was standing on the bed and they could see eye-to-eye. She wrapped him in her arms and kissed him passionately. 
	"I love you so much," she said.
	"I love you too," he said.
	"I don't know if you believe me or not," she said, "but you gave me this body, this mind, and this life. I decided to trust you and become your ideal woman, to remake myself in the image of your fantasies, and while these breasts prove you're a little pervy, the rest of me shows how much you love me. You wanted me to be big and strong and smart, and I am. The doctorate I earned today is as much from you as it is from me." 
	Simon shook his head. "I just had a fantasy. You're the one who put in the hard work. The degree is yours." 
	"I barely remember the work," she said. "As far as I'm aware, I woke up one day with all the work done." 
	"You'll remember it," he said. "If what you've told me is true, in a few days, you'll remember this reality as well as I do, including all the hard work that went into your degree. And from what else you've told me, you had your fair share of suffering and hard work in your other life."
	"That's true," she conceded, "but in the other life you were there, too. No matter how difficult it got, you were always there to help me. You moved heaven and earth to make my life livable." 
	"It sounds like that other me loved you just as much as I do," he said. 
	She leaned her head on his shoulder. "Whatever universe this is, I love you, and I know you love me." 
	He pushed her back and looked into her eyes. "That will never change," he said, and kissed her. 
	She pushed him back onto the bed. They had an Alaskan King bed, which is nine feet by nine feet. Anything else was too small for her. She admired how small he looked on the huge mattress, then leaped up on top of him, straddling him and pinning him to the bed. "Now," she said, "I need that dick!" She reached down and grabbed his pajama pants and effortlessly peeled them off him with one hand. 
	He gave an affected falsetto shriek and covered his crotch. "Alas," he said, "the amazon has taken me and uncovered my private place. I fear lest she shall take my virtue! Then I  never shall be able to wed in the church!" 
	She grabbed both of his wrists in one hand and easily forced them above his head. He resisted, but was no match for her. "Your virtue is mine, all mine!" she said, getting into the game. She leaned down and kissed him again.
	"Oh no," Simon cried in fake despair, "the amazon warrior has already taken my lips. Help me before she goes any further!" 
	Jessica took off her shirt, which was tricky with one hand holding Simon's down. She had to switch her grip, but she managed it. Her huge breasts dangled over his head, swinging against each other. 
	"No one is coming for you," she said, "you may as well submit. Here, my pet," she said, "I've got a little drink for you." She put a nipple in his mouth. While he "protested," he drank greedily. As before, his lips and tongue were more stimulating than the pump. She was certain now that her nipples were more sensitive than they were the day before. Perhaps they had as many nerves, but were more concentrated? It was impossible to tell. What was important was that she could orgasm just from her husband suckling from her. He caressed her nipple with his lips and his tongue, and pleasure coursed through her until she came just from the stimulation. 
	She let go of Simon's wrists, and his hands came up to cup her breast as he suckled. 
	"That's right, pet," she said, "drink up like a good boy." She wasn't sure where this dominant streak came from, but she liked it. 
	And apparently, so did Simon. His penis, which had been slowly inflating, instantly became hard. She wanted it. She tried to take off her soaked booty shorts, but gave up and just tore them off, revealing her muscled form. 
	She realized that with their difference in heights, Simon could drink from her breast while they had sex. She lowered herself onto him, and it was electrifying. She instantly came again. It was no less intense than it had been in Ken's fantasy body, but now she was able to stay in control of herself. 
	It was probably for the best. If she'd lost control like before, she'd probably end up kicking one or both of them off of the bed. 
	Simon grunted and switched breasts. He kept squeezing the other nipple, though. Jessica moaned with the stimulation of her pussy and both nipples. She pumped up and down on him. She lost track of her orgasms. 
	Simon must have reached his fill because he stopped drinking and instead groped at both breasts. This let her sit up more straight so she could bounce on his dick harder. 
	A memory surfaced. All of her muscles were stronger now. Including her kegels. She had trained them, too. She gripped muscles she hadn't known how to grip yesterday and Simon grunted as the friction between his dick and her pussy doubled. 
	Jessica pounded harder and harder, forcing her husband into the mattress. She found her rhythm and navigated a cascade of orgasms. Juice oozed from her pussy and milk streamed from her breasts that flew about. 
	With one final grunt, she felt Simon let loose inside of her. She pounded one last time and then collapsed next to him. 
	They rolled on their sides and Jessica instinctively pulled Simon into her embrace. They were spooning, and she was the big spoon. 
	"We didn't use a condom," said Simon.
	Jessica pulled him closer. "That's fine," she whispered into his ear. "We can try for quints this time." 
	Simon shivered with the fantasy. "Would you be okay with that?" he asked. "Having more children, I mean." 
	She thought about it. "I'm not sure," she said. "If it happens, it happens, but I'll be okay with it. If you're with me, I can do anything." 
	"We should probably get into the shower, though," he said, "so we don't go to bed all sweaty and covered in milk and cum."
	"You're right," she said. She got up on her knees, then scooped him up and carried him to the on-suite. They didn't have sex in the shower, but they did enjoy scrubbing each other down. 
	After the shower, they put on pajamas and got back into bed. Simon curled up next to her, and she embraced him again. 
	As big spoon and little spoon, they fell asleep. 

The End 

Epilogue: 
	
	Ken Sterling walked down the street in a bad mood. He had been brought up to succeed, where had it all gone wrong? He was a star quarterback in high school, and had gotten a full-ride scholarship to play in university. Then some slut claimed he'd sexually assaulted her. It wasn't assault, she'd wanted it! Even if she'd said no, she'd egged him on with her short skirts and those low-cut tops. Those were clear signs she wanted him. What was he supposed to think? All girls wanted him, even if they wouldn't admit it.
	Like he was supposed to know that was the mayor's daughter. He'd been kicked out of school and gone to prison for three years. Totally unfair. He hadn't even taken her all the way. When he got out, his parents had kicked him out, and he had nowhere to go, so he was just wandering the streets.
	He came across a store he'd never seen before. It had been a few years since he'd been here, but he was pretty sure there wasn't even a doorway for a shop here. Out of curiosity, he stepped inside. It was packed like an antique store with stuff from all around the world. 
	He knew what this was; this was a wandering shop! He could get exactly what he needed here. He marched to the front and rang the bell on the counter until an old man popped his head out from the back. 
	"Can I help you?" he asked. 
	"Yeah," said Ken. "This girl messed up my life a few years ago, and I want to fix it." 
	The old man took off a pair of spectacles and polished them with a cloth. "How do you want to fix it, Ken?" 
	Ken smiled. The old man knew his name, just like the stories said. "I want her to get what she deserves for what she did to me, and I want the life I deserve." 
	The old man raised his eyebrows. "Are you quite sure?" he asked. "Most people don't know what they deserve, and wouldn't know what to do with it if they had it." 
	Ken smirked. "Oh yeah," he said, confidently. "I know what I'm due, and I want it." 

	Ten minutes later, Kelly Sterling walked out of the wandering shop. She straightened her suit jacket, which tended to become disheveled around her big chest, and checked her watch. She had to hurry; she needed to be at the courthouse in fifteen minutes. She was going to help with her first case with the DA's office. It was a sexual assault case. She was nervous, but the necklace she'd gotten at the wandering shop filled her with confidence. The old man inside said it would help her ensure that people got what they deserved.  

The Final End

Author's note: 
Thanks for reading! I didn't expect to do a sequel to Jessica's Day, but a reader's comment made me wonder what would happen if she put Simon's name in the tablet. The idea wouldn't go away, and this story is the result. I'm pretty sure the story of Jessica and Simon is done. If you liked it, please leave a rating and a review! My only compensation for writing this is the comments people leave. 

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