Here's a little fantasy I wrote.  Thanks to MelanieBel for reading it and 
making some suggestions for improvement.  This is just a temporary screen
name, so please post any comments to the news group....

This is the standard disclaimer.  If you are under 18, or if this is
prohibited where you are, don't read this story.  The same holds true if
you're not into expanding women.  There's no violence, graphic sex or one
person controlling another.  Just good, clean magic and a woman on a
mission to become fat and buxom.  Enjoy.  And remember, this is just a
fantasy.




Bewitched

My wife Susan playfully punched my shoulder, drawing my thoughts from the
trio of very buxom, plump females strolling out of the bakery.  Their
breasts quivered and bounced with each step, the low-cut sweaters they
wore revealing a vast cleavage on each of them.  Their skirts blossomed
out around their swelling hips and thighs, accentuating the feminine curve
of their figures.  The chilly fall air condensed their breath as they
exhaled, and each inhale pushed their exposed, plump breasts higher from
the sweater necklines.

"Hey", I said, looking at my wife.  "What was that for?"

Susan looked up at me, a smile on her lovely, thin face.  "I saw what you
were looking at.  Not even married two months and already I've got to
compete with other women."  She paused, her face suddenly registering a
revelation.

"Why is it I've always caught you looking at large women with huge
breasts?  I mean, you've always noticed women with big chests, but you
positively leer at plump women."

She paused, my lack of response only serving to confirm her suspicions.  I
looked at her.  Susan had radiant green eyes, her body rail thin, with
olive skin and long black hair; she definitely did not fit into the range
of women I had always been physically attracted to.  But her intelligence,
kindness and gentleness had won my heart, so I was easily able to overlook
the thinness.  But I still had stirrings when I saw a plump, buxom woman
that I did not understand, but had long ago accepted.

"You LIKE fat women, don't you."  Laughing impishly, she clapped her hands
together.

I looked at the sidewalk, trying to hide my uncertainty with the
situation.  I had long ago learned to attempt to hide my preferences for
the perfect female body.  I blurted the answer, "All right, yes I do. 
Especially plump women with hourglass figures and huge bosoms."  There, I
had said it.  Susan was the first person I had ever admitted this to.  Now
how would she react, I wondered.

She looked at the reflection of her own body as we walked past a glass
storefront, then back at me.  "So what drew you to me, I definitely do NOT
fit in that category."  Susan seemed to constantly worry about her weight.
 Never wanting to broach the subject on my own, I had never suggested that
she gain weight.

I stopped walking and looked her in the eyes as I spoke, "Everything else
that you are, your personality, intelligence, your pretty face..."

"But it would look prettier if it were fuller," she interrupted, smiling
back at me.

I smiled, imagining yet again what she might look like if she were a
little heavier.  "I would never ask you to gain weight for me.  But if by
some act of nature it happened, well I wouldn't be upset."

The cool autumn breeze blew past, the late October leaves rustling
overhead.  We started walking again, in silence.  Finally Susan spoke,
"Your tastes in women are not in the majority.  I've always worked to keep
my weight down because that's what the American media portrays as the
ideal woman.."

"No, I guess my tastes don't fit into the social norm, but there are
plenty of men out there who think like I do," I responded.  The
conversation was becoming much too serious for me at this point.  What had
started out as a late autumn walk was now becoming a session of
psychoanalysis.

"There are?" Susan replied, "How do you know that?"

"All you have to do is go out on the Internet.  There are tons of web
sites dedicated to large women of all shapes and sizes.  From slightly
plump women to huge, massive ones, there are men that find them
attractive.  I've given up trying to explain why I like plump, buxom
females, it's just the way things are.  I used to feel guilty about it,
but I finally accepted that I like large women and left it at that."

About then we walked up to the door of our townhouse, the evening dusk
beginning to deepen.  "Show me some of the Internet sites," Susan asked as
we hung our jackets in the hallway.

"Be careful what you ask for...", I cautioned.  But there was a
seriousness about Susan I didn't understand.  By way of her silence, I
assumed she was serious and fired up the net browser on the computer. 
Calling up my list of favorites, I moved out of the chair and let her sit.

"You're serious," she laughed, reading through the web pages and news
groups.  "Look at this, pictures, stories, I can't believe my eyes."  

I looked at her mischievous face, "Why are you so interested in this", I
asked, "I love you just the way you are".

"Tell me what you find so attractive about a plump woman."

Now I was really being put on the spot.  "A lot of things, I guess.  The
way  their breasts seem to strain at their tops, swaying and jiggling as
the walk, or even breath.  The flaring of hips into a wide, sensuous rear
end.  The roundness of their bellies, and how it compliments their boobs
and butts.  How if they take a deep breath it looks like they will swell
and burst the seams of their clothing.  It's so many things.  You can see
in their face as they take a bite of food how some women live to eat, and
revel in the way a man looks at how the food has made their bodies so
voluptuous."  I waited to see what Susan's reaction would be.  

"So you REALLY like all those things?  This isn't just some weird phase
you're going through?"

I laughed.  "No, it's no phase.  Since you've asked, I've preferred women
this way since I was a boy.  I don't know why, but that's the truth."

"I see.  And now you're married to little ole' me.  It must be love."

I leaned down and kissed Susan.  She turned back to the computer as I
stood again.  As she looked back at the computer screen she said, "You run
along, I've got some research to do here."

Knowing how consumed Susan could become with something, I walked to the
living room, picked up the book I had been reading, and lost myself for
several hours.  Susan's stirring as she rose from the computer broke my
concentration.

"Come on," she said, "It's after midnight and I'm bushed."

I rose sleepily from the chair and walked down the hallway with her.

As she removed the cloths from her slim figure Susan said, "Oh, yeah, I
almost forgot.  Tomorrow night is Halloween.  I made dinner reservations
at a place I found on the net.  They had a cool web page made up special
for Halloween.  Promises the night will be filled with magic and such for
Halloween, it sounded like it might be fun."

"What's the name of the place," I asked.

"The Fuller Inn," she replied as she reached for the lights.  We were soon
both fast asleep.

The next afternoon, Susan reminded me to get ready for the dinner date she
had made.  "Damn," I thought to myself, "I forgot completely about that."

"This is casual, right?" I called from the bedroom as I heard her come
down the hallway.

She walked into the room wearing a lose fitting peasant dress that was
several sizes too large for her size 6 body.

"No," she smiled as she saw my expression change, "this is in costume. 
We're going to a medieval party tonight.  They sent over these costumes
for us to wear." 

Looking at her in that dress I could only assume the restaurant didn't
have the right size dress for Susan.  The garment hung loosely about her
body.  "If only she was plump enough to really put some strain on that
dress," I thought briefly as I watched her turn and exit the room.  But
knowing that was not to be, I hurriedly got ready for the date.

During the drive to the restaurant we talked about trivialities, the
conversation of the previous evening apparently forgotten.  Located in an
out of the way rural area, the Fuller Inn's parking lot was small, but
full.  

"Strange," I though to myself, "I've been out this way before and never
noticed this place."  

Certain it must be a new restaurant, I turned the car into the driveway. 
We ended up parking near the back of the lot, and strolled to the
restaurant's front door.  As we walked up to the entrance another couple
was leaving.  The man was dressed in a Scottish kilt.  However, his female
companion nearly stopped my heart.  I tried hard not to stare,  but it was
impossible.  Also dressed in a peasant's dress, this women was the most
impressive plump woman I had ever seen.  The dress was obviously a size or
two too small for her, and her breasts swelled up from its low cut front,
the buttons of her top barely able to stay together.  She easily had the
largest  bust I had ever seen.  It was obvious she wore no bra, glimpses
of her quivering, plump breasts showed through the gaps between the
buttons in her top.  Her rounded belly strained the cloth of the front of
the dress.  This, combined with the almost magical bust line she sported,
threatened to burst the entire front of her garment.  Her hips swelled out
from her waist and led down to plump thighs and fat calves.  Her bottom
matched the rest of her, round and bouncy.  About 5' 6", she was almost as
wide as she was tall.  Her plump face glowed with happiness as she and her
male companion walked toward us laughing.  

With her chubby fingers she unwrapped what looked like an after-dinner
chocolate, then popped it in her mouth and swallowed.  Waiting for the
punch in the shoulder from Susan I knew I was earning, I tried not to
notice as the woman's body seemed to suddenly expand in all directions
under the already impossibly tight dress.  Her bust began to swell up even
more out of the top of the dress, a button suddenly popping lose,
revealing even more of her massive breasts.  As the rest of her body grew
in proportion, ripping sounds could be heard as the seams of the garment
began to protest.  Certain that I was hallucinating, I looked at the
ground, then up again.  In the space of a few seconds, she seemed to have
gained fifteen pounds, making her even more awe inspiring than before. 
She and her companion laughed and smiled at the metamorphosis, his arm
attempting to wrap around her expanding waist.  

They looked at us as they passed, the male winking at me.  "Enjoy yourself
in there." 

With that, they were past us and we were nearly at the restaurant door. 
An unimpressive doorway led into the building, where we waited for the
hostess to seat us.  Inside was dark and cozy, booths hiding the other
patrons effectively in the dim light.  A plump girl in her mid twenties
sauntered up, smiling as she approached.  

"Are you here for the Halloween Special", she asked, looking at Susan and
myself.  

"We are," Susan answer, "the name on the reservation is Wilmet."

Looking the reservation list over, the hostess found our name and looked
back up at us, "Right here on the list.  Please follow me, we have a very
special room for you."

A strange look played over Susan's face as we followed our hostess past
table after table.  I couldn't help but notice the bouncing and swaying of
our plump little hostess's backside as we reach a wall that contained
several doors.  She paused in front of one and opened it.  Susan had
reserved a private dining room for us.  Still confused by what I had
witnessed in the parking lot, I looked at Susan.  She only smiled back at
me, a gleam in her eye.  After we sat, the hostess said, "My name is
Jenny.  Your waitress will be Chris.  Please let me know if I can do
anything to help make your evening a special one."

Giving her a knowing look, Susan replied, "I'm sure it will be one both my
husband and I remember forever."

As the door closed, I had to ask, "Susan, what's going on here?  You and
the others act like something is up."

"This is Halloween, love, it's a night of magic.  So just enjoy what
comes."

Looking around, I noticed a mediaeval look to the room.  While
comfortable, the wooden chairs were wide and strong, the table hewn from
solid oak.  As I began to take in the atmosphere, the door opened again
and Chris entered our little dining room.  Not just a plumper, Chris was a
very large woman, but still retained an hourglass figure.  Her body
quivered voluptuously as she came to a stop at our table.  Her belly was
impressive, with her massive breasts resting on the shelf it created.  As
she inhaled it seemed her entire body expanded, the outfit she wore barely
containing her bulk.  Her face was very pretty and her long, blonde hair
lay in piles on her plump shoulders.

Her smile was genuine as she asked how we were.  Looking at Susan she
smiled again, "I see you've ordered the Halloween Special.  Let me get the
appetizers and drinks, and I'll be right back for the rest of your order."
 With amazing grace, she turned and left us alone again.

Very suspicious, I looked at Susan.  "All right, I know I said I like
plump women, but this place is full of them.  Why did you choose this
restaurant, and what is the Halloween Special?"

Susan couldn't contain herself any longer and giggled at my question. 
"Since you're getting so impatient, I'll tell you.  Just like you never
told me about how you prefer large women, I had never told you how I've
always wanted to have a plump, round, buxom figure.  Since I was a child
I've been fascinated with becoming fat.  But knowing how most men don't
care for heavy women, I've always starved myself to fit in to the American
ideal."

My jaw dropped as she spoke, "Are you serious?", was all I could manage to
get out, my head beginning to swim with the events of the night so far.

She smiled, remembering, "Not at all.  I remember cartoons from my
childhood that showed female characters changing from having thin little
bodies to plump, round figures.  In one, a balloon that was obviously
female swelled to immense proportions as it was pumped up with air.  There
was a fairy tale cartoon where the wife of a woodsman went from very thin
to very fat when his wishes were granted that brought food to his family. 
I even remember an English comedian's skit where he was chasing after a
slender girl, trying to marry her.  When he would take her out to eat she
would always say she was watching her figure, and not eat.  But as soon as
they were married, she started gorging herself at the reception,
continually growing fatter and fatter until her new husband could not get
his arms around her."

I smiled as Susan talked, feeling the stirrings I had felt during my own
childhood as I watched similar shows.  She continued, "When I figured out
how you felt about plump women, it all seemed to fall into place.  I love
to eat, and have always wanted to fatten up, and I have a feeling you
would like it if I did.  Am I right?"

"Yes."

"Well, then, that's why we're here.  The Halloween Special is a magical
spell that will fatten me up before your eyes tonight.  I found this while
surfing the fat related sites last night."  

My imagination running wild, I was dumbfounded.  "You believe in magic?",
I asked.

"If fate puts two people like you and I together, why can't magic work,
too.  You saw the woman in the parking lot blow up like a balloon.  You
don't think that was magic?"

Very confused, I couldn't think of anything to say.  Just then Chris
opened the door, bringing in a large bottle of champagne and the tray of
appetizers.

"Here  we are," she said, setting a plate in front of each of us.  She
poured the champagne, then quickly took our orders.  "Just press the
button on the edge of the table when you're ready for the main course." 
She smiled wickedly, "And there's a water dispenser along the wall there
if you decide to use it.  Oh, and there's a closet with cloths behind the
mirror.  Have a great time."  And the door was closed.

Confused by Chris's instructions, I looked at Susan, "How is this going to
fatten you up?."

She also smile wickedly.  "It's magic!  It's not how much I eat, but how
much I drink.  The fluid I take in tonight will fill out my body, or so
their web page said.  Let's give it a try."

Susan picked up the champagne bottle from the ice, and began to drink it
down.  As she did, Susan's body seemed to change subtly.  With each gulp
her face filled out, but only slightly, though.  Incredibly, she managed
to drink the entire bottle.  

"Well, do you notice any changes," Susan asked, her green eyes flashing.

Still skeptical, I wasn't sure if my imagination was playing tricks on me,
or if she actually did look slightly fuller.  In the medieval dress she
had on, it was hard to tell since it draped across her figure.  "Maybe,
but you're going to need a whole lot more liquid to fill that dress out."

"Darling, filling the dress out is just the start," she said as she
munched on a appetizer.  "This is soooo good.  I can't believe I denied
myself this, all to be skinny."  She sighed, "Let the games begin."

With that Susan picked up the empty champagne bottle, got up from her seat
and pulled the hose from the wall for the water dispenser.  Filling the
bottle, she shut the water off and began to drink from the bottle again. 
This time there was a definite change in her body.  I could see the top of
the dress begin to rustle, as though her breasts were growing larger.  Her
arms also seemed to swell, as did her hips.  Finishing the bottle, Susan
turned for me.  "I can feel something changing," she said.  I'm not
sloshing, but the liquid is definitely filling me out."  She ran her hands
over her body as she spoke, a look of delight on her face.  As she turned
it was obvious her rear end was also rounder.

I felt an odd stirring, wondering what the rest of the night would bring. 
This was weird, but the thought of Susan being so plump and buxom I
couldn't put my arms around her was driving me insane.  Susan sashayed to
the table, her broader hips swinging seductively as she walked.  It was
obvious her larger breasts were jiggling under her top with every step. 
It looked as though she had gained ten or fifteen pounds.  She picked up
another appetizer, smiling at me as she ate it.  "So how'm I doing?"

A lecherous, fantasy filled idea struck me, "You'll be filling that bottle
so often you're going to get tired of it.  But if you're really into this,
I have a suggestion."

She smiled, "I bet I already know what it is."  Turning, she walked back
to the water dispenser, took the hose from it, and placed it in her mouth.
 "How big do you want me," she asked.

"How big do you want to be?" I replied, unable to comprehend what was
about to happen.

She smiled evily, "First to say stop loses."  Her hand reached for the
water control, and turned it on.  Susan initially had to work hard to
swallow the water fast enough, but soon got into the right rhythm.  What
happened over the next few minutes was mind boggling, I could only sit and
watch, mesmerized.  With each gulp of liquid Susan's body transformed
further from the rail thin girl that had walked into the restaurant.  Her
breasts began to assert themselves, rapidly swelling within the top. 
Long, deep cleavage rose to meet the low cut blouse.  Her breasts went
from small, insignificant mounds to softballs and then to melons.  At the
same time her belly began to grow, rounding out against the waist band of
the dress.  Her hips and butt also joined in the fun, in addition to her
thighs, calves and arms.  It was as though her body was an inflating water
balloon.  Small rolls of fat began to form on her sides.  Magically,  her
breasts continued to grow, spreading out in all directions.  As they
continued to balloon they came to rest on the expanding ledge created by
the top of her belly.  With each gulp of water they pushed further out
from her growing body.

What had started out a 110 pound body rapidly blossomed to an expanding
set  of voluptuous curves.  Not yet satisfied with her body, Susan kept
going.  Sucking harder on the water hose, her plumpening body seemed to
expand more rapidly.  Her breasts soon reached the size of volley balls,
straining mightily against the top of the dress.  She had worn no bra, so
the dress was the only restraint on Susan's rapidly fattening top.  The
fabric began to stretch, gaps showing between the buttons.  Not to be
outdone, the rest of her body also kept pace.  Susan had to move her feet
apart every few seconds as the insides of her thighs began to press
against each other, while her hips and butt also continued to grown and
grow.  Her belly was also an incredible site to watch.  Each passing
moment it expanded at an astounding rate, the waist band of the dress
becoming tighter as her burgeoning stomach pressed harder and harder
against it.  It began to show signs of strain, her plump, expanding body
looked as though she was nine months pregnant.  

Obviously enjoying herself, Susan's face was the picture of ecstasy.  She
began to make low, moaning sounds between each gulp, her eyes closed. 
Clamping the hose in her lips, she began to explore the incredible curves
of her fattening body with her hands.  She cupped them under her breasts,
lifting the now unparalleled heavy, round, plump orbs.  Next she began to
rub her belly, then ran her hands back along her hips to her wide butt. 
Her skirt began to ride up on her growing hips, giving a much better view
of the increasing size of her calves and thighs.  

Watching her expand was an incredible turn on, a cold sweat broke out on
my forehead.  And still she kept chugging down the water.  As her
fattening body stretched the dress to its limits, it became apparent the
dress was at least a few sizes too small.  I thought about saying stop,
but decided against it.  After all, who was I to control her size.  Susan
became fatter, rounder and more buxom with each passing second and she
seemed to be in heaven.  Suddenly, a button straining to contain her
mammoth breasts snapped, flying across the room.  In its place a gap
opened to reveal the swell of her growing breasts, trying to force their
way out.  Looking like a woman possessed, Susan continued to drink. 
Another button let lose as her entire body continued pumping outward.  She
was approaching the most monstrous hourglass figure I had ever seen.

Susan's body swelled in all directions.  In rapid succession the remaining
buttons of her top popped free, her heavy, fat breasts forcing the fabric
apart.  Freed of any restraint, I could now see they were the size of
basket balls.  Round and fat, they jiggled and swayed seductively as she
moved them with her hands.  They were obviously sensitive as she quivered
in delight while caressing them.  They spread well past the sides of her
body and jiggled as she continued to expand.

Her massive belly finally overpowered the skirt,  popping the waste band
open with a loud snap.  In the following seconds her belly expanded out
quickly, snapping the rest of the buttons that held the skirt's front. 
Her rotund belly expanded outward, showing more and more skin as she
became fatter and fatter.  At this point her belly was completely
unrestrained, and the skirt was held up only by the flaring curve of her
widening waist to her swelling hips.  Before my eyes her belly button
became deeper and deeper, her tummy growing out further with each gulp of
water.  Susan's hands moved around and under her Buddha tummy, as she
rubbed and lifted her swelling belly.  Now wearing only the tatters of the
dress, Susan's fattening body was incredibly gorgeous. Her breasts were
the size of watermelons, sticking well out beyond her round, fat tummy. 
Her belly was massive, round and jiggly, and the rest of her body was in
proportion.  Huge thighs, butt, calves and arms rounded out the picture. 
Susan had a full double chin, and a look of satisfaction spread across her
lovely face as she continued to explore her body.

Then Susan did something completely unexpected.  With the wink of an eye
at me, she reached over and turned the water on full force.  Her eyes
rolled back in her head, then closed as though she were in a trance.  Her
body seemed to explode outward in all directions.  In less than a minute
her breasts grew to the size of large, round beach balls, matched in
growth by her belly.  Her hips swelled and her butt grew rounder, and more
massive.  Once again she had to spread her legs to give her growing thighs
more room. 

I got up from my chair, "Stop," I yelled, concerned with Susan, who seemed
to be oblivious to the rest of the world.  I could only imagine my wife
with bean bag sized breasts and hips so wide she wouldn't be able to leave
the room.  At the sound of my voice she suddenly seemed to remember I was
in the room, and roused herself from the pleasures she had obviously been
engrossed in.  Her face was a mixture of delight and disappointment as she
slowly reached for the water faucet, her body still quivering as she grew
outward.  Susan shut the water off, but not before gaining a noticeable
amount of weight.  She removed the water hose from her mouth, then smiled
wickedly at me.  

"Coward.  I was really getting into this."  She looked down at herself,
then turned gracefully before me.  "Like you new, fat, buxom wife?"  She
shook her body, making her boobs and belly sway.  "I've got to tell you,
feeling my body expand was an incredible turn on.  I could feel my breasts
growing fatter and larger, pushing harder and harder against the dress.  I
could see them getting bigger, and sticking out further in front of me.  I
felt like I could keep going until they filled the room.  And it was
SUUUUCH a rush when my belly burst through the front of the dress.  Can't
I drink just a little more," she pouted as she spoke.

Susan was joking, I thought.

She was the most incredible looking woman I had ever laid eyes on.  Her
face was round, with a double chin, her plump, beachball sized breasts
were forced apart by her massive, swelling tummy.  Her hips and bottom
flared out, giving her an exaggerated hourglass figure.  Her thighs and
calves were also huge, completing the proportionate picture.  Slowly she
turned for me, letting me drink in the curves of a woman who was now
several times the size of the one that entered the room.  In my wildest
dreams I could not have imagined how beautiful she would have looked at
this size.  As she turned she looked at her own body in the mirror, proud
of how sexy she had become.  Even at this size her huge breasts still
overwhelmed her round, fat body, and the look on her face let me know how
happy she was.

I moved to hug her, my arms only making it to her sides.  I was actually
able to move in between her cleavage, and she gave me a long, passionate
kiss.  The feel of her breasts on each side of me, and the soft warmth of
her fat belly against me was too much.  I was in heaven.  As we moved
apart I continued to stare as my wife's new body.    

"Better than the woman in the parking lot, huh," she commented as she
continued to explore her voluptuousness, then broke into laughter.  We
moved back to the table, where the wide chairs were barely able to contain
her new figure.  She sat down at the table, and began to eat with gusto. 
After finishing the appetizers she walked to the closet, and put on
another dress, though even the largest one was still too small.  It clung
to her curves, only accentuating her beauty.  We pressed the serving
button and several minutes later Chris entered the room, our entrees in
her hands.  She flashed a wide smile as she took in Susan's plump, buxom
figure.  Susan was still smaller than she was, and an odd look passed over
Susan's face as she compared her own figure to our waitresses.

"Well,  you certainly didn't waste any time.  It took me two years of
doing this to get to your size," she commented to Susan.  "Looks like
you're going to explode out of that dress."

Susan inhaled deeply, the tops of her breasts rising up even further from
the low cut front.  "I'd have reached your size if my hubby here hadn't
stopped me.  But I suppose we should pace this out every year."

"Every year?" I thought to myself, still in shock over what I had just
witnessed.

Chris left us alone again, and Susan ate with a gusto I had never seen
before.  

"Susan, my love," I thought, "You'll be Chris's size inside of a month if
you keep eating like this."  

The evening continued with laughter and food, but very little additional
fluids for Susan.  Even the three glasses of wine she had during the
remainder of the meal had enough fattening effect to cause one of the
buttons strained by her enormous breasts to snap away, hitting the
opposite wall.  And Susan ate more food in one sitting than she normally
did in three days.  As a result her fat belly swelled even further,  at
one point causing her to push her chair back.  Her body had expanded from
the drink and food and wedged her curvaceous figure between the table and
the chair.  Again able to inhale, she continued to eat plateful after
plateful of food.  With each plate her belly grew larger, rounder and
fatter.  I watched as the waist band of her dress dug deeper into her
expanding stomach.  Susan looked like she was going to pop her buttons
just from the food she was consuming.  Finally, her dress could take no
more, and the waist band ripped open in protest.  Now free of the
confining material, the front of her belly was visible yet again.  Susan
patted it.  "I'd say I need to get this dress off soon, or you'll need to
cut it off," she laughed.  

"Keep growing like this and it will burst before you leave the room."

Finally, we finished our meal and rose to pay the bill.  Susan's breasts
and belly strained to pop free of the confining dress as she stood and
walked to the door of our dining room.  She seemed beside herself with
pleasure  as she waddled out to the reception area.  Walking behind her I
watched her hips wiggle as she walked, the sway of her massive breasts
evident even from behind her.  She turned and stood in profile before me
at the cash register, her breasts easily sticking out eighteen inches
beyond her fat tummy.  She must have had twenty-four inches of cleavage
visible through the top of the dress.  Her gargantuan breasts flowed up
out of the cleavage, leaving little doubt that what was visible was only
the tip of an extremely large iceberg.  A portion of Susan's fat belly
showed through the front of the dress where the waist had split.  Every
breath she took caused her belly to swell out further, and her breasts to
rise more from the dress.

At the counter the plump hostess smiled admiringly at Susan.  "I hope
everything was satisfactory."

"Delightful," Susan responded.  "I'm sure we'll be back next year."  She
patted her fat belly, making her even fatter breasts quiver with motion. 
The dress looked as though it would take no more abuse, and slight tearing
sounds were heard from the seams.  

The hostess said, "I see.  Well, thanks for coming."  But as we turned she
looked at Susan with a look of dare and said, "Care for a final after
dinner chocolate?  They're liquid filled and very potent"  

Susan looked at me, then reached for one as she smiled.  "How much could
it hurt", she said.  What I didn't see was as we turned her other hand
grabbed a handful of them.  "I'll just eat it in the parking lot."

Walking through the lot another couple was coming our way.  The wife was
thin and frail looking, but looked admiringly at Susan as they approached
us.  Susan popped the chocolate into her mouth, chewed and swallowed. 
Almost instantly she gained yet more weight, most of it going to her
breasts.  Several more buttons popped as her breasts swelled even further
out the top of her dress.  The front of the dress was now wide open from
its top down to the bottom of Susan's gargantuan bust.  Only the fact that
the top of the dress was so tight around the sides of her mammoth breasts,
and could open no further, prevented more than a few cubic yards of breast
from spilling out.  I could only smile at the husband as he stared at my
wife.  

Susan laughed to herself, her body quaking with the motion, as they passed
by us.

"You are truly evil," I whispered in her ear, my hand trying to move
around her waist.

We got into the car, Susan needing to slide her seat back to its maximum
stop to allow her new figure to fit comfortably in the seat.  It was then
I noticed she had several more chocolates in her hand.

"What are you planning on doing with those," I asked, anticipating Susan's
actions.  I was sure she was determined to be fatter than our waitress
Chris.  Susan's breasts were nearly twice the size of Chris's, but that
didn't seem to be enough.  She was a woman on a mission.

Susan quickly popped them into her mouth, and swallowed.  Her body
ballooned outward instantly, snapping the remaining buttons and tearing
the seams of her dress.  Her bottom expanded underneath her, while her
belly swelled out and to the sides.  Her breasts, already impossibly
large, became even rounder and fatter, the tops of them now rising almost
to her chin.  She could not even put her own, fat, round arms around to
the front of them, and she squealed with delight at the look on my face at
I watched her body fatten even more.  

"I guess your eyes won't be wandering to other women now", she said,
patting her belly and sending tremors of motion through it.  Her round
breasts, now the size of bean bag chairs, trembled and swayed when the
wave of movement from Susan's fat belly reached them.  They nearly reached
the front window of the car, even with her seat back all the way.  "I do
believe I'm full now,"  she smiled, "I think you can take me home."  Susan
paused, then looked at me as her smile broadened, " I can't wait till next
Halloween."

We drove out of the parking lot, the side of my wife's massive left breast
pressing against my should and arm.  Her wide, shapely hip had me pushed
almost to my door to give her room.  As we turned on to the main road I
noticed a shimmering in the car's side rear view mirror.  Looking back
through the mirror the change immediately struck me, the Fuller Inn was
gone, only a field remained where it had stood.  I looked over my shoulder
to make sure I wasn't just imagining this, then looked at my buxom, fat
wife.  She smiled knowingly at me.

"Remember, it's Halloween..."


The End

