Liz
by Oxomox

Forward: I found an old archive today which had this and a few of my other older stories. This had originally been posted as 'The Deal' when it first came out because I hadn't included the title within the document and the doc got mangled. In addition to losing the title, a good chunk near the end was lost as well. But it's all back now.

As a warning to readers, this is somewhat of a departure from your more typical BE tale. The BEA wouldn't carry it because it was too weird for them or included content they found objectionable. Only Wren's Spot would sponsor it... *sigh*. Anyway, bear in mind that the 'weird' story code is applicable. Also there is some drug use. And a snake.

Part 1: The Deal

Elizabeth, or Liz as she preferred to be called, circled the parking lot of the motel a couple of times before pulling into a spot near the rear entrance. She got out of the car, quickly entered the building and moved up to her room nervously. Once there she closed and bolted the door behind her; then sitting down on the bed she placed a phone call.

"Hello?" came a man's voice at the other end.

"Aussie. Third base. Number 330."

"One hour." was the reply from the man, just before hanging up.

Liz hung up the phone and sighed. She was a professional smuggler, and had just contacted her partner, a guy named Jerry who made her contacts for her. Jerry had got them into a lot of trouble by arranging a drop that went bad a couple of weeks ago. The party that they were working for had threatened to kill them, but after some fast diplomacy on Jerry's part, agreed to let it go if they performed one last trip gratis. Now they were under the gun to get it done.

Liz paced around the room her arms crossed over her chest, uncomfortably aware of how little there was to press against. She stopped pacing and looked at herself in the mirror.

But I guess I can't complain about what I do have, she consoled herself.

She was a rather tall young woman, about 5'10'', with thick dark hair that she kept short. Her dark brown eyes and olive skin accented her high cheek bones and high upper lip. She was very attractive and might have been able to get a job as a runway model except for her hips and thighs. While they weren't huge, they were easily large enough to be considered 'child-bearing', and together with her slender torso created the bottom half of an hourglass figure, the top half being close to non-existent. Liz was a sub-A cup, and never bothered with a bra. Still, she kept herself physically fit, and her muscles were well toned.

Liz had started in the smuggling business about 5 years ago. She was 23 and had just graduated from college with what amounted to an M.R.S. degree without the most important component: a husband. She desperately had wanted to get married and have children, but early in her senior year, after some medical problems, she found out that she was barren. Depressed, her grades fell through the floor and she stopped dating. Less than a year later with her degree in hand she had no where she wanted to go, no money, no employers calling and sky high debt. Then one night at a party, she met Jerry through a friend and he offered her a small job running some dope for more money than she had earned all year. Elated, she agreed. After a few months, Jerry made another offer. It seemed that he had run across a foolproof way of smuggling jewels and other small objects. He had purchased a lotion that would allow her skin to stretch more than usual without harm. Since even the most invasive of cavity searches didn't pass the cervix, Jerry suggested that using this lotion, small items could be smuggled in her womb. Well, Liz was skeptical at first, but after some persuasion she gave it a try. To her surprise, it worked, and she actually enjoyed the experience. That was 4 years ago.

After a while, there came a knock at the door, and Liz looked through the peephole to see Jerry standing in the hallway with a large cloth sack. She opened the door and let him come in, gesturing him to move quickly. He hefted the sack and shuffled into the room while Liz closed the door behind him.

"What the hell is in there?" Liz asked indignantly.

"It's a rare python," Jerry replied, "an albino anaconda as a matter of fact."

"Don't tell me that that's the cargo!"

"Um," Jerry began, " well, yea. It was the best job I could get them to offer. The only other one they needed done was some guy they needed to get out of the country. You wouldn't believe how long it took me to persuade them that we don't work with humans."

"I didn't think WE worked with ANY animals Jerry!" Liz fumed. " I won't do it."

"Really? Well, uh, look Liz, the alternative is death, remember?"

"I don't think so," she argued, " we have enough money, lets run�"

"NO! I won't run, and what's more, I don't think we can," Jerry refused, "these guys will find us no matter where we go."

Liz sat heavily upon the bed. After sitting silently for a moment or two, she looked up.

"Jerry," she began, "I've never had anything larger than a baseball inside me before. While I think my labia can maybe accommodate it, I just don't know if there's room in my belly for something so BIG."

"Well, as much as I hate to harp on it, there is that part about us getting killed if we don't do this."

Sighing, Liz looked up at Jerry.

"Can you explain to me how I'm supposed to get him inside of me?!" she asked nervously.

"Well, I have been thinking," explained Jerry," you know that snakes don't like cold and will do just about anything to avoid it..."

"So?"

"So, the snake is already in a cotton bag. We just put the mouth of the bag inside you. You two then sit in the bathtub and we pour cold water over the bag. The snake obviously tries to get away, but the only place for him to go is into you."

Liz looked at Jerry, mulling it over.

"That bag looks pretty full, I'm guessing that even if I can get him in here," Liz said, rubbing her tummy, "I'm going to look very pregnant. Don't you think that will look a little conspicuous?"

"I've already bought some maternity wear for you," he replied, "and I've booked you a first class seat on Amtrak to get you to the drop, no pun intended."

"Amtrak!? Where's the drop?"

"Miami."

"Miami! That's across the country! How long is the train ride?"

"Three and a half days."

"Holy shit Jerry! I have to have this damn thing inside me for three and a half days?!"

"I don't know that you have much choice. I think a plane ride is out of the question, and so is driving. Besides, when you travel first class by train, you get a compartment to yourself."

Liz pouted, still rubbing her stomach.

"So then how does he breath?"

"Well," Jerry replied impatiently" I'm guessing that a smart snake will keep his head out. We can tape it in place to keep it from moving later. And as far as how he eats, he's just eaten a piglet so he won't need to eat for a week. Any more questions? No? Good, then. Let's begin."

Jerry picked up the bag and gestured for Liz to follow him into the bathroom. It was a large bathroom with an exceptionally large bathtub. Hanging from the wall above the faucet was a long rubber hose running up to a detachable showerhead.

"Okay, now strip." said Jerry.

"Uh, Jerry, I'm a big girl now and I think I can handle this by myself."

"You sure? I mean, an anaconda is a strong snake. If it gets loose..."

"If it gets loose, I'll yell. I'll just keep the door unlocked."

"Alright," Jerry relented, turning and leaving the bathroom, "just keep me posted on how it's going, okay?"

"You'll be the first to know," Liz smiled sardonically, closing the door behind him.

Liz turned and faced the full length mirror on the wall and began to undress. Slowly she peeled off her shirt, exposing her smallish breasts. She reached up and ran her fingers from her collar bone, across her chest, and down to her navel, lingering briefly at her left nipple. It was becoming almost painfully erect. This job was generating a lot of nervous energy in her, and it was getting her very excited.

She untied her shoes, removed her socks, and undid her jeans pushing the hip huggers down to her ankles along with her panties. Standing up, she stepped out of them, pushed them to the side and looked at herself in the mirror.

Not bad, she thought, if I only had a little more on top, I'd be perfect.

Turning to the counter top, she grabbed her special lotion. She leaned against the counter, filled her hand with a large amount and began rubbing it onto her belly, making larger and larger circles as she rubbed. Once the skin on her belly had absorbed the lotion, she filled her hand again and this time began rubbing the lotion all around her crotch. Between the lotion and her own moisture, she was sopping. She used her finger to get some of the extra and forced it inside of her, rubbing the lotion against her vaginal walls.

I just don't think that that will be enough this time, she thought. Grabbing the bottle, she pushed the nozzle inside herself and squeezed what she gauged to be a liberal amount. The cool lotion was a little shock, and she gasped lightly. Removing the nozzle, she stuck a couple of fingers inside herself and rubbed some more, feeling the lotion and her juices mingle. She experimentally tried pushing her finger past her cervix which opened easily. Grabbing the lotion, she pushed the nozzle in again, this time pushing deeper past her cervix until it was pointed into her womb. She squeezed, gasping again as the cool substance filled her up. She waited for a little while and then stood up.

I don't think I'm going to make much more progress, she thought to herself, sighing. I might as well begin.

She reached down, grabbed the top of the bag and hefted it into the bathtub. It felt pretty heavy, she guessed about twenty or thirty pounds, but it wasn't too difficult getting it in the tub. Once she did, she turned it so that the bag lay on it's side underneath the faucet. Taking a breath, she climbed into the tub and stood on either side of the bag. She then sat down slowly, gasping as her bare bottom touched the cold metal of the bathtub. Once she felt used to the cold, she scooted up towards the bag until her bush brushed up against the knotted string holding the bag closed. Leaning back on one hand, she reached around and grabbed the material that made up the mouth of the bag and rolled it into a tight cylindrical form. She then pushed her hips forward, exposing her labia. She took the mouth of the bag in one hand and spread her labia with her other hand, then pushed the bag against her vagina. Her lips were still soaked with lotion and her own juice, and she had very little difficulty pushing the cotton material inside of herself. The snake wasn't moving at all and she felt comfortable untying the bag's drawstring. Once undone she drew her knees up and, after making long loops with the drawstring, dropped the loops down her legs. After she straightened out her legs, she brought the loops up and under her butt, moving them into the crevice between her cheeks. She then took up the slack and tried to gauge just how much room the snake needed to get out the mouth of the bag. With that knowledge, she tied off enough of the slack in the loops to keep her tied to the bag, effectively harnessing herself to it.

Here goes nothing, she thought as she turned on the water.

Leaning back on both arms, she watched to see what effect the cold water would have on the snake. As Jerry predicted, the snake didn't appear to like it very much. He began twisting and turning within the bag, apparently trying to find a way to avoid the water. Even though the movement of the snake was making her nervous Liz reached forward, grabbed the shower nozzle and turned it on. Turning the stream on the bag she soon made sure that there were no dry spots and no way for the snake to avoid the cold water. The snake writhed violently, striking it's head against the bag, almost trying to beat it's way out.

Liz now started to become scared. Putting her feet against the tub, she started pushing herself away, but she had done too good a job of tying herself to the bag and it dragged along with her. The snake continued to push violently against the bag trying to get out. Liz reached down and tried to undo the knots on the drawstring, but the rope was cotton and now that it was wet, it was becoming impossible to undo. Becoming frantic she struggled to her feet and tried to reach a pair of scissors on the counter; but as she stood the bag lifted with her. In doing so, the bag shifted and pulled so that the top formed a funnel of sorts, pointing right into Liz. The snake paused for a second then struck straight up, deep into her.

Liz gasped as the snake's head penetrated her and she fell back into the bathtub. Her legs and the bag were splayed in front of her, while the shower nozzle had slipped under the snake. The snake, finding warmth inside her, and further compelled by cold water outside her, began surging into Liz. Liz watched her stomach in fascination as the serpents head moved around inside, trying to both get in and find air. At the same time, she boggled at how thick it was, and getting thicker as it continued to enter. Her fear and initial shock of the snake entering now changed to excitement. Experimentally, she traced the outline of the snake's head as is moved within her. She moaned as she rubbed her belly, caressing it. Then with one hand, she began rubbing her clit, and the other trailed from her now swelling midriff to her boobs, which were bouncing slightly as Liz's body accepted the anaconda. As she watched, her flat stomach began inflating and she could see the outline of the snake as it moved within her. The snake pushed it's way in with short bursts, seemingly readjusting after every push in. As it entered, it's body began getting thicker and thicker, stretching Liz's labia more and more. She could feel her skin being pulled forward to her stomach and also at her crotch, more and more as the serpent filled her belly. Just when Liz thought she might not be able to stretch much more, the snake turned it's head and pushed it back out of her so that it could breath. The thickness of the part of the snake that was entering coupled with the thickness of the snake's neck stretched Liz to a point to dramatic pain. Biting her lip, she lifted herself out of the tub dragging the bag and reached for the nearby lotion and a hand mirror. After sitting back in the tub, she set the mirror down and filled her hand with lotion which she applied heavily to her tortured labia. Soon, the warmth of the lotion eased into her, her tight labia loosened a bit and her pain faded.

Leaning back in the tub, Liz looked down on herself. Her stomach looked like she was well into the second trimester, and she was still growing. Her navel was pushing out and rode on top of her bloating belly like a nipple on a third gigantic tit. In spite of the cold water, her skin was flush and reddening. Suddenly, she felt her twat tighten again as the snake pulled it's own belly into hers.

I forgot that this guy ate before he left home, Liz mussed. Grabbing the mirror, she stuck it forward so she could watch her pussy stretch to accommodate the snake. Her labia had turned dark red as they wrapped around the stomach of the entering animal.

After a while, Liz felt the snake getting thinner as it finished pulling itself inside. Soon, all she could feel was the snake's neck sticking out of her. Grunting, she pushed herself up into a squatting position, stood, and climbed out of the bathtub. Turning, she looked at herself in the wall mirror.

Wow, I am HUGE!

Liz's stomach was dramatically distended. As she reached forward to stroke herself, she tried to think of a good approximation of her size.

A bit bigger than a basketball, I'd say. Almost believable, Liz reasoned, unless you had seen me this morning.

Reaching over to the counter, Liz grabbed the scissors and cut the ropes which were holding the bag to her. As it fell away, she could see the reflection of the head of the snake in the mirror. Now that it was free, it was bobbing around, rubbing first her bottom, then her clit. Liz grabbed a towel and began drying off. Once dry, she carefully squatted down and grabbed her T-shirt. She pulled it over her head and tried to pull it down over herself. She could barely get it to cover her navel.

"Jerry, you'd better get in here with that tape," Liz called.

Jerry came in the door and gasped.

"My God you're big!" he exclaimed.

"Yea, tell me something I don't know," replied Liz, " just tape the snake in place before he decides to leave, okay?"

"Yea, sure. Uh, you'd better come out to the bedroom and lay down."

Liz waddled out into the bedroom and lowered herself onto the bed, then lay back, her legs spread apart. Jerry grabbed a roll of duct tape and, after pushing the snake against the inside of Liz's thigh, fixed him in place. After taping the head of the snake in place, Jerry stepped back and stared at Liz.

"I honestly didn't think you'd get'm in you," he marveled.

"Well, I almost didn't," Liz offered, "Jesus, I feel like I should explode right now."

Liz propped herself up on her elbows and pushed herself into a sitting position. Scooting her butt to the edge of the bed, she spread her legs and leaned her bloated belly between her thighs. Then, taking a breath and putting her hands on her knees, she grunted as she slowly lifted herself off of the bed. As she stood, she put her hands on her ass and arched her back. The T-shirt pulled up revealing all of her stomach, and Jerry could see her bush in the shadow if her new figure.

"My God," she started, rubbing one hand over her stomach," I can barely reach around myself now."

She slowly waddled to the mirror and turned to view her profile. She stared at herself, her hands slowly exploring her expansive stomach.

"Thank God my ass is as wide as it is, or no one would believe this," she muttered, turning around to look at her rear.

Jerry coughed, breaking her reverie.

"Well, I'm going to run out to the car and get you those maternity dresses I was talking about," he interjected as he moved towards the door.

As soon as he had left, Liz realized how incredibly thirsty she was. Pulling off her t-shirt she walked into the bathroom, grabbed a cup from beside the sink and filled it up, then downed the contents in one quick gulp.

'That barely satisfied,' she thought as she filled the glass again. This time, as she threw the glass back, water spilled from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin and dripping onto her erect nipples before falling onto her bulge and down her thighs. As she put the glass down, she grabbed a hand towel to brush the water off her breasts and belly.

'Actually,' she thought as she wiped herself off, 'I feel hungry.'

A knock came at the door and Liz waddled to the peephole to make sure it was Jerry before letting him in.

"Okay, here's a sack with a half dozen dresses. After looking at the snake, I got the biggest dresses I could find," Jerry explained, "There are a few different sizes, but they are all big."

Liz opened the sack and grabbed a denim sun dress with a zipper in the front. After opening the plastic wrapper and unfolding it, she unzipped it and pulled it around herself. Pulling the hem up over her belly so that she could see what she was doing, she zipped herself up.

"Well," she commented, "It fits relatively well, I guess."

She turned in front of the mirror. The dress straps modestly exposed virtually none of her chest, with the zipper closing the gap beneath her chin to form a simple sheet of denim falling at an angle pulled away from her body by her new hugely pregnant form before dropping straight down to just below her knees.

"Yea," Jerry offered, "It's modest enough that it you should avoid attracting attention." Coughing he added, "Or at least you won't appear to be trying to call attention to yourself."

"God knows I don't want to," she agreed, "So then, when does my train leave?"

"Actually, it's an open ticket," he said, checking his watch, "but the next one leaves in about an hour."

"Well, I would like to get this over with as quickly as possible. Could you do me a favor and get my things out of my car so I can repack?" she asked. She carefully walked into the bathroom to retrieve her jeans. Spreading her legs wide she squatted beside them, then grabbed the counter with one hand and leaned over with the other to grab the jeans. Once she had them, she fished her keys out of the pocket and tried to stand up. To her dismay, it was kinda difficult, and grunting, she grabbed hold of the counter with both hands in order to pull herself up. She was halfway up when her distended stomach bumped into the bottom of the counter, so she pushed her ass into the air to allow her belly to clear and keep her hands pushing down. Finally, she let go with one hand and turned so that she could straighten.

"Phew! What a chore."

Returning to the bedroom, she tossed her keys to Jerry, who promptly left to get her things. After a couple of minutes he returned and they packed her things together, including her normal clothes so that she would have something to wear when she returned. Once they had finished, Jerry grabbed her bags and led the way into the hall and down to his car. Liz, breathing a little heavily, followed slowly behind.

Reaching the car, Jerry tossed her things in the trunk, then opened the door for her. Liz slowly approached the car and backed her way in. Spreading her legs, she leaned forward, then sat back into the seat. The snake hissed quietly.

"I think that might be a problem Jerry," Liz warned.

"Well, the train station should be loud enough to drown that sound out," he countered," and once you're in your compartment, you'll be alone."

"Okay Jerry, whatever you say."

As Jerry closed the door and walked around the car, Liz's stomach grumbled loudly.

'DAMN I'm hungry,' she ached.

Part 2: The Train

Jerry got into the car and began driving them to the station. When they arrived, the train was already there and waiting. Jerry got out, rounded the car, then helped pull Liz out. She waited patiently beside the car while he pulled her bags out of the trunk. As they slowly walked to the station, Jerry handed her her ticket. As they walked through the station, they noticed two police officers walking about. Jerry offered her his arm and they walked right past them. As they passed, one of the officers winked at Jerry, who smiled back.

"Good luck," Jerry offered Liz as they crossed the platform. Once they had reached the train, Liz offered her ticket to the conductor who ushered her to her compartment. Entering, Liz found a smallish compartment with a couch and a private bathroom. Above the couch was a luggage rack and on the wall beside the couch there was a phone.

"The phone is for room service or any other service that we can offer," the conductor smiled.

"Thanks," Liz replied, smiling back, "Jerry, honey, could you put those bags up here?" she asked, gesturing toward the luggage rack.

"Anything, honey," Jerry replied, taking his cue. He slipped past the conductor and put the bags up. "Now baby, be sure you call me when you get to your aunt's" he grinned.

Liz grinned back and leaned in to give him a peck. Jerry leaned in, received his peck, and then turned to go. "Love you," he said as he left.

"Love you, too," Liz cooed. The conductor moved out of Jerry's way and after Jerry had left, he closed the door behind him. Liz maneuvered around and backed into the couch. Again spreading her legs, she leaned forward allowing her belly to swing between her thighs as she squatted down into the couch. Looking out the window beside her, she found Jerry and waved goodbye.

After a short bit, the train started moving out of the station, and Liz was again reminded of how hungry she was when her stomach grumbled. Reaching into a pocket on the wall of her compartment, she pulled out the train's dining car menu. After a quick decision, she leaned over and grabbed the phone.

"Hello, room service? ... This is compartment 42, I'd like to place an order. � What's that? � Oh, uh, delivered please.. .. Yes, I'd like four cheeseburger baskets, two slices of pie, and, uh, how do you serve your milk? � By the glass? � I guess I'd like, um, four or five then. � no, just one person. � I'm, uh, pregnant�. Well, sending it by the half gallon would be easier for me too�."

About an hour of sheer torture later, there came a knock at her door. She stood and opened the door, ushering in the waiter and his cart. Moving over to the luggage rack, she fished her purse out of one of her bags and got a couple of twenties out of her wallet. The waiter began to make change when she stopped him.

"It's only a little over twenty dollars, ma'am."

"Consider the rest a tip, hmm?" Liz assured him, "And I'll probably be placing another order soon, you understand?"

Nodding vigorously, the waiter thanked her and closed the door behind himself. Liz moved back to sit in the couch and pulled the cart towards herself. As she did, she noticed her purse sitting beside her.

'There's only one way that I can make this food orgy even better,' she thought, reaching into her purse for a small carved box. Opening it, she pulled out a soapstone pipe and a small plastic bag of dope. Putting a few pinches of weed in the pipe, she got her lighter and toked up. Inhaling deeply, she arched her back and could feel her nipples getting hard. Playfully she tried to get them to rub the material of her dress, but it was just too far away and every time she moved forward, it moved away. A little frustrated, she exhaled and then dragged off the pipe again. After a few minutes and a number of hits, the dope was finally cashed out and Liz was very high. She put the pipe and box away, giggling a little bit as she did. Feeling the snake move inside of her, she laughed out loud.

"The surgeon general warns pregnant women that smoking may lead to low birth weight," she giggled to the python, "I better do what I can to get your weight back up."

She leaned forward, grabbed the nearest cheeseburger and began wolfing down her food�.

About half an hour later, she had finished most of her food and all of her milk.

'Whoa! Need more milk, might as well get some more food too,' she thought as she reached for the phone. Another half hour later, and her second order arrived. The waiter smiled as he exchanged her empty cart for a full one, quite a bit fuller than the first. Liz had ordered four more cheeseburgers, two whole chickens, five large servings of spaghetti, two pepperoni pizzas, and not two but three whole gallons of milk.

As the waiter closed the door behind himself, Liz pulled a leg off of one of the chickens. "Gotta fight this low birth weight thing," she said out loud, giggling before diving back into the food.

Two hours later, Liz ate her last bite of pizza and reached for her milk glass. It was empty so she grabbed the final gallon jug. It hadn't yet been opened, so she popped the top and drew the opening to her mouth. Tipping it back, Liz poured the entire contents down her throat. Finishing her draught, she put the empty container on the cart and looked at the carnage before her.

'Wow, what a meal,' Liz marveled. As she looked on, she could feel the snake move within her. 'Oh yea,' she remembered, feeling her high fading, 'I'm fighting low birth weight because I smoke, she thought as she reached for her purse again.'

Pulling the box, she withdrew the pipe and filled it with weed once more. Getting her lighter, she took a toke. Drawing a deep breath as she inhaled, she was startled to feel her breasts touch the front of her dress.

'What the hell?' Liz wondered. She reached up to grab the zipper at the front of her dress and pulled it down to afford her a look at her chest. She could see that her boobs had definitely grown, now a solid B cup. The sight of her newly expanded chest excited her, and she could feel her nipples hardening again. Reaching for the pipe, Liz toked up again, and this time when her lungs were at capacity, she arched her back and easily pushed her nipples into the front of her dress.

"WOW! My body must think it's pregnant or something," she laughed in her stupor, "or maybe it's the food, or maybe both!"

Both being high and the thought of growing a fatter chest threw Liz for a loop. She had thought that maybe she should have held back on the food a little bit, but now the idea of making it to a C cup if she ate a little more suddenly seized her. Liz took another toke, then reached over and grabbed the phone.

"Yes, this is compartment 42 again� yea, take my last order and double it�yes I'm serious�have you ever been pregnant buddy?... okay, then don't argue"

A short while later, she was scarfing down food again, this time like a woman on a mission. As the train moved along, the evening came and the sun set, but Liz was still eating. As the hours passed, Liz began to get weary. The food and the pot were taking their toll, and Liz found it difficult to keep going, but she did, every now and then looking down at her chest to see if it had gotten any bigger. It was growing, but it seemed to be very slow. As she finished her last bite, and washed it down with some milk, she guessed that she had only just worked through a B cup and into the C range.

'Wow,' she sighed, 'that was a lot of work for such a small payoff.'

She pushed the cart away from her and arched her back. But to her dismay, she could only just barely touch the front of her dress.

'What the hell? How can that be?' she thought.

Spreading her legs wider, Liz scooted to the edge of the couch and leaned forward, placing her hands on her knees. With a deep grunt, she heaved herself up.

'OH GOD,' she realized, 'my stomach is even bigger! I'm so heavy!'

As she stood, she could feel her big belly pulling her dress into her back, constricting her. Reaching up, she grabbed the zipper and pulled it down the length of her heroic frame, removing her dress. Struggling over to the bathroom, she found a full length mirror on the inside of the door. Standing before it, she could see why her nipples could only just barely touch her dress. Her stomach was now vast enough that she couldn't see all of it in the mirror.

'That damn lotion must have still been working,' she thought, 'I didn't even feel myself expanding. Oh God, what am I going to do? I don't know if anything fits anymore and I'm STILL hungry!'

She cupped both of her now large boobs and fingered her fatter nipples. They became hard almost instantly, stretching out to form little towers of dark flesh on the front of her milk-fed chest. Her aureoles had broadened and darkened like two pools of spilled chocolate syrup, a little over an inch in diameter. She liked the weight of them hanging from her chest, and she shook her torso experimentally. Her tits bobbed about pleasantly, but the subsequent movement of her belly almost toppled her. Waddling over to the tray, she reached down and idly picked up the last jug of milk.

'I don't think this is going to make much difference now,' she consoled herself and she downed the last of it. Then she turned her bulk slowly and backed up to the couch, looking over her shoulder.

'I should make that beeping noise that large trucks make when they back up,' she laughed inwardly. Spreading her legs again, she leaned forward, this time feeling the sides of her stomach brushing the inside of her thighs. Putting her hand against the wall, she flopped down into the couch, causing it to creak in protest, her enlarged boobs jiggling wildly as they bounced against themselves and the top of her distended bulk.

'If I thought that I was big before, I don't think I could have imagined being this HUGE, or heavy,' Liz wondered. She tried to imagine herself before, going all the way back to when she was just a young girl. She had almost always been small for her age, and almost painfully skinny.

'Who would have guessed that that skinny little girl would some day become a tall full figured woman with this heavy stomach and this pair of full tits to match?' she dreamed as she turned her body to lay the length of the couch, just before falling asleep.

When Liz woke, it was dark and she was cold. Fumbling around in the dark, she found the light switch and flipped the lights on. After a second, her eyes adjusted to the light and she swung her feet off the couch and struggled to push herself into an upright position.

'Damn,' she grunted to herself, 'I've got to learn some control or I'll never be able to leave this train.'

From her sitting position she slid to the edge of the couch and heaved herself to her feet. Turning around, she found a couple of blankets on the luggage rack and pulled them down, dropping them on the couch. She then turned and shuffled to the restroom.

'Thank God this is still big enough for me,' she breathed in relief as she entered. Her stomach still had a couple of inches of room on either side of the doorway. Entering, she turned around and backed her way towards the toilet before sitting down. After a couple of minutes, she stood up and wiped herself off. The snake hissed.

'Sorry buddy, but that's the price of the ride,' she smiled, wiping his head as well.

As she walked back into the compartment, she stopped, suddenly realizing something.

"After THAT banquet, I should have been in there forever," she reasoned. Looking down, she could see that her breasts were bigger. Not a lot bigger, but certainly bigger. They had easily entered a D cup, hanging firmly on her front. Her nipples and aureoles didn't look any bigger, but she could now almost make out the slight sketching of veins under the skin.

'Well, that explains some of it, I guess.'

Raising her hands to her chest, she brought her fingers to her nipples and traced their edges. As her nipples became erect, she tugged on them gently, pulling up and twisting at the same time. She was staring at herself in quiet awe when her stomach growled again.

"Ooooh no," she warned running her hands down to pat her belly, "I'm not feeding you for quite a while. I don't think I can handle being much bigger."

Turning around, she walked back to the couch, turned again, and lay back down, this time draping the blankets over herself. Looking at the cleavage formed by her breasts laying on top of each other, she thought out loud as she turned off the lights.

"You girls are exactly the size I wanted, but I just hope you will stop growing. Please?"

And short while later, she had fallen back to sleep.

When she woke next, the sun was in her eyes, her mouth felt dry and her back ached. Pulling the covers away from herself, she struggled to her feet and shuffled to the bathroom to get a glass of water. As she turned on the light in the bathroom, she almost fell as she caught her reflection in the mirror. Her breasts had grown even larger! They were now a DD cup by her estimation, free of stretch marks in spite of the speed of their growth.

"This is ridiculous," she breathed. Grabbing a water glass, she filled it and swallowed it down. Her mouth was still dry, so she filled the glass again. After the second, she felt she needed a third, and after the third, a fourth. On her seventh glass of water, she stopped.

"I guess I'm never going to feel truly satisfied, so I better stop before I explode."

She turned and went back into the compartment.

"I had better find some way to cover up before someone sees me," she reasoned as she approached the luggage rack. As she reached up for her bags she could feel her firm breasts lift off her stomach and wobble in the air.

"I really hope that one of these still fits."

Pulling down her bags, she opened the first and pulled out one of the dresses. It was another with a zipper in the front, though the material was a deep red corduroy. Opening the package, she fished the dress out, unzipped it, and threw it around her naked frame. Running her hands along the zipper, she tried to reach the bottom.

"Can't quite get it," she muttered. Reaching over her stomach with her left arm, she grabbed the right side of the dress, lifting it up so that she could reach the bottom with her other hand. Once she had it, she reached back across to her left side and did the same. Both ends in hand, she fit them together and ran the slide up the long zipper. Once done, it seemed most of the cloth lay in a pile on her stomach, so she grabbed the hem and threw it out over herself. Finished, she walked over to the full length mirror to get a look at herself.

"I look like a giant tomato," she grinned, "but at least it fits. Hell, there's even some extra room. I wonder who they had in mind when they made this thing?" Slyly, she unzipped the dress a little bit, exposing some of her new cleavage. "Since I have them, I guess I don't have to be the only one who gets to see them."

Turning back to the couch, she cleaned up the packaging and returned her bags to the luggage rack. She then began the laborious process of sitting down. Once seated, her stomach growled again, angrily.

"No way," she admonished, stroking her sides, "down girl! I'm going to have to find some way to take my mind off my hunger." Reaching over to the phone, she called to have the cart taken away and asked if there was anything they could bring for her to read. A short while later, the waiter reappeared with a half dozen magazines, left for her enjoyment as he took away the empty cart. As he walked out, he couldn't help but look back, noticing her larger figure.

Liz grabbed the magazines hastily and began reading. It was difficult, but she managed to keep herself occupied through the morning hours. However, as noon rolled around she couldn't keep her mind off of her hunger any longer.

'I need at least a snack,' she thought as she reached for the phone. A short while later, the waiter arrived with a nearly bare cart: only a salad and a diet cola. He was further confused when she again offered him a twenty and asked that he not make change.

"I need to make a special request," she explained, " For the rest of the trip, I want you to bring me only three meals a day, and only a salad and a diet cola. I'm not going to call any more."

As the waiter nodded that he understood, Liz continued, "And if you can find any books or more magazines, please bring those too. I'm kinda bored."

"As you wish, ma'am," the waiter replied, "shall I bring you some more reading materials now?"

"Yes please," she said as he turned to leave," thank you." After he had left, she began wolfing down her salad, then threw back her soda. By the time the waiter had returned, her cart was once again empty. Before he took the cart from the room, he handed her another handful of magazines and a couple of novels.

Liz dove into one of the novels and tried to concentrate. Unfortunately, it seemed that every other passage contained some mention of food. By the time that dinner rolled around, she was ravenous, but patiently she waited for her food to arrive. It seemed like ages, but the waiter finally appeared, with the requested fare: a salad and a diet cola. To his amazement, she wolfed it all down in front of him, sending him away with an empty cart.

"Now I won't be fed again until tomorrow morning," she sighed. Her stomach rumbled, and when she pressed on it, she felt a burp coming up. "I will beat you yet," she announced, "I can make it through this. �*brrrp*"

Returning to her book, she read into to the night, occasionally getting a half-glass of water. Near ten o'clock, she stood to get her last glass of water and felt her boobs rubbing against the corduroy.

'They're feeling a little fuller,' she thought, and as she arrived at the bathroom, she unzipped the top part of her dress. 'My, but they are fuller!' she thought as she hefted her bosom. They were edging out of the DD range now, but only just barely. 'I've got to keep these two in check as well I guess,' she worried, and she decided to forgo the glass of water. Returning to the compartment, she removed the dress and moved back into her seat. Laying down on her side across the couch, she pulled the blankets over herself and turned off the light. Once again looking at the cleavage formed by her bountiful bosom, she muttered aloud as she fell asleep.

"I guess I'm tall enough that you girls won't look too unusual, but you really have got to stop growing�."


Part 3: Liz Loses Control

The next morning, she woke to the sound of the waiter knocking on her door.

"Your breakfast, ma'am," he called. Liz woke with a start, looked up and realized where she was. Throwing down the covers, she rolled herself upright as quickly as she could. "One moment," she cautioned. She tried to stand, but her legs were asleep. 'Oh damn,' she thought, 'I'll just have to make do.' Wrapping the covers over herself, and making especially careful that the snake couldn't be seen, she urged the waiter in. He entered, and seeing that she was naked under her blanket, blushed and offered that he would return for the bill at lunch. He then turned very quickly and left.

Liz leaned forward, pulled the cart to her and devoured the usual salad and soda. After she finished, her legs had awaken, so she could stand. As she leaned forward to stand, she could see by how far her chest swung beneath her that she had continued to grow through the night. Straightening up, she ran her hands over her over-developed chest and tried to guess how big it had grown.

'I must be like an E or F cup or something freakish like that,' she worried, 'not my ideal size at all, but manageable I guess. I have got to stop growing. I wanted tits, but not monstrous mamms like these, and certainly nothing bigger.'

Reaching down, she grabbed her corduroy dress and donned it once again. She then sat back down and read her book waiting for lunch. All morning long, her stomach rumbled and growled, but she held off, waiting for her salad to arrive. Lunch then came and went in the same rapid manner as the three previous meals, and she settled in to wait for dinner. But as the afternoon progressed, her stomach actually started to hurt.

'Damn it, this is the second day,' she pouted, ' all I have to do is make it to tomorrow afternoon and I'm home free.' But her stomach pained her again, almost making her cry. 'Maybe a little pot will take the edge off the pain,' she reasoned, reaching into her nearby purse and getting out the box. A moment later she was puffing away, and shortly after that, the pain was just a memory. But her hunger was even stronger.

"Aeigh!," she fumed as her stomach growled again, "I WILL NOT EAT!"

Grabbing a fashion magazine, she began looking at the pictures. After a couple more agonizing hours, her salad arrived. Once again, she finished it before the waiter had even left, sending him away with an empty cart. Then, as the door closed, she suddenly felt very quiet.

'He won't be back until tomorrow morning,' she thought to herself, dazed. She sat on her couch for a while in wonder, feeling the brief satiation of her last meal wear away. Before long, she heard her stomach growling, and a little while after that, the pain returned. Reaching for her pipe, she packed the bowl as full as she could get it and started toking as much as lungs could hold. As her lungs reached capacity, she swore she felt her breasts were bigger. Exhaling, she could see them pressing the material of her dress, and again, they looked bigger.

'I guess I'm well passed F cup now' she thought unhappily, 'officially 'waaay-too-big'.' Again she toked off of the pipe, drawing a deep breath. The weed and the stress were causing a blurry panic to pass through her. She unzipped her dress down to her stomach and shrugged out of the sleeves so that she was now topless.

'Now I'm going to drop off this damn snake, my stomach will be flat and I'm going to look unnaturally top heavy. Immense!' As she toked, her hunger grew and grew. 'I can't have that. I don't want to deal with men ogling me ALL the time,' she thought unhappily before taking another toke. "And this damn hunger just isn't going away either," she cried as she slapped her side, causing a minor quake to travel through her bulk. 'What am I going to do?' she wondered.

Taking another toke, she quieted down and started thinking. After awhile, a thought came to her.

'I guess the thought of a breast reduction had never occurred to me, but now I think I'm going to need one. DD was almost too big, an F cup WAS a little too big, but now� well,' she thought as she hefted her boobs in her hands. She inhaled and watched her breasts flow over her hands like twin blimps. 'well, now I'm a few pounds past huge.' As she lit her lighter the final time, she was feeling a little better. 'But if I get a breast reduction then, everything will be fine,' she grinned inwardly. 'I can have a perfect C cup then! Or a pleasantly full D cup!'

"I can be whatever size I want to be!" she announced triumphantly. Stoned and suddenly liberated, Liz caved in to her incredible hunger combined with her long-time desire to have a big chest. "And if I can be any size, too hell with staying hungry" she growled, reaching for the phone. "In fact as long as I'm going to get a reduction, let's see how huge I can make these jugs. I think I'd be happy adding a couple inches...," she giggled, "or a couple feet!" After a quick conversation with the people in the dining car and an hour later (after Liz covered up), the waiter arrived at her compartment with not one, but two carts. As soon as he left, Liz dove in, throwing back plate after plate of pasta, spaced by near constant draughts of milk, followed by more and more food.

Liz became food crazed, and after three hours of non-stop eating, she could feel her dress getting tighter. Barely slowing her binge, she just unzipped it and let herself flow out. She then grabbed another milk jug and took a long drink before returning to her feast. Another hour later and she had finished all of her food.

"WOW that felt good," she breathed lustily, "now lets see how big the girls are," she said as she pushed the cart away and tried to stand. Moving to the edge of the couch was difficult, and as she leaned forward, her prodigious bulk forced her legs wider apart than ever before. Placing her hands on her knees, Liz grunted mightily as she tried to lift herself up. Slowly but surely she reached her feet. Standing, she felt an incredible gravity pulling her forward that she countered by leaning back. Slowly, she walked over to the bathroom, running her hand along the wall as she did. Her dress had parted and fell back to her sides, allowing her incredible girth to hang out freely. Standing before the mirror, she was struck by the giantess before her.

"I am a mountain of a woman," she grinned, moving closer, "and I'm STILL hungry! But I don't know if I'll be able to move if I eat much more." Looking closely into the mirror, though, she saw that her breasts hadn't grown any at all.

"WHAT!" she cried, "that was the point!" Grabbing her tits in both hands, she lifted and gently shook them. "You were supposed to take all of that food and GROW!" she admonished them. "You are hardly a pair of mole hills!" she chided the two F+ cups.

Crestfallen, she turned and waddled back to the couch. Seeing the empty carts, and feeling her stomach rumble a little bit, she had a thought. "Maybe I need to eat a little more�" she said out loud. Reaching for the phone, she placed another order, bigger than the last. Liz wrapped herself in her blankets when the waiter arrived with a helper, delivering four carts of food. As soon as they had left, she got her purse and toked up again, making herself as hungry as she could. She intended to make herself RAVENOUS. After a bowl and a half, she felt ready, and she dug in�

The next morning, as the sun rose, Liz languished on the couch, her blanket pulled up over her upright form. She woke when the sun hit her eyes, and as she rubbed her eyes she looked at the carnage before her. Remembering the purpose of her gorging, she breathed in in anticipation.

"I can't wait to see how HUGE my tit's must be!" she exclaimed. Slowly pulling the blanket away from herself, she soon discovered. Her breasts looked to have grow a great deal, starting at her collar bone and spreading over the top of her stomach as they stretched out a good foot and a half. "Okay, I don't get it. I mean, while these are definitely some big ol' titties, after all of that food, I was supposed to get to ponderous world record size here," she said as she tried to heft her tits. As she did, her blankets slid off of her stomach, " not here�,"she trailed off as she saw her new immense self revealed.

"�holy fuck�" Her stomach now covered the couch from the wall to the edge, extending past her sides at least two feet on each side and jutting out from her front about a yard. As the train bounced along, tremors jiggled through her gigantic belly. Surprisingly, there didn't appear to be any stretch marks. Instead her stomach appeared to be a huge tan beach ball. 'Apparently the lotion is still working,' she thought absently. After a moment of stunned silence, she snapped back.

"Can I even walk, I wonder?" Liz did what she could to scoot to the edge of the couch, but had a great deal of difficulty. Once she did, her legs were spread to the maximum. Reaching forward to grab the handle on the wall, Liz heaved with all of her might. Slowly, ever so slowly, she managed to lean forward and get off of the couch. Then, using what felt like the rest of her strength, she straightened up and leaned back. Her stomach hung down to mid-thigh, and she couldn't even get her hands to come within a foot of each other without reaching over the top of her breasts. As she leaned back, her enormous breasts rolled back against her.

"Now this is purely ridiculous," she said softly, trying to catch her breath. She shuffled to the mirror and gazed on herself. "If I was a mountain before," she commented, lifting her tits and pressing them together, creating a foot and a half of cleavage, "I am a whole mountain range now." Her aureole had grown to about two inches in diameter, but still looked dwarfed by the rest of her bloated boobs. The veins were still light, though a little more pronounced, crisscrossing her globes like tiny rivers. "For natural breasts though, I guess I have a pretty freakish size," she smiled, contented.

"So then, the second question is, do I have anything that fits?" Turning around and pressing her stomach against the wall, Liz reached up to the luggage rack to get one of her bags. Inside she found a dress labeled 'custom' where the others had listed sizes. "Probably my best bet," she reasoned, opening the package. It was another sack dress, though this one had no zipper. It was dark green and sleeveless. Arranging it on the immense shelf created by her chest and stomach, she pulled the bottom over her head and tried throwing it over her stomach. Unfortunately, it didn't quite make it, so Liz shuffled across the room to the bathroom where the corner stuck out. Rubbing her stomach across it, she finally got the rest of the dress to fall into place.

'I can hardly believe it fits,' she wondered inwardly. Looking behind her, she could see that it fell all the way down to mid calf. "Okay now, I have got to stop eating!" she admonished herself. Just then the phone rang.

"Hello?�.good morning to you too� no�um, I'll have the salad again� thanks"

Liz didn't even try to clean up. Instead she shuffled to the bathroom and tried to get in, but her vast bulk was too big to get through the door. 'Maybe if I try to back in,' she thought. Turning around, she backed into the bathroom a little ways before her belly blocked the doorway like a giant cork. Grunting, Liz leaned back and pulled. As she did, she could feel her stomach slowly move through the door until she started to ease through. Once through, she continued to back her way to the toilet and after pulling her dress up, let herself down. After a couple of moments, she reached forward to grab the handicap rail and heaved herself up.

"Well," she breathed huskily, "I think I'm getting the hang of this." Turning, she backed herself through the bathroom door again after a few moments she had pulled herself through. Returning to the couch, she almost crushed herself when she let herself down.

Part 4: Serpent Eviction

"I'm not moving until the train stops," she sighed. A short wait later, the waiter arrived with her salad. This time, she waited until he had left before picking away at her salad. Three hours later, the train stopped and she could hear the conductor shout "Miami!". She struggled to her feet, and turned to get her bags. As she leaned back to get them, she could feel her breasts slide back against her again. Only this time, she could swear she felt more.

'A fine time to start growing again,' she thought to herself as she turned to leave the compartment. Even though the door out was a little bigger, she still had to back her way out, and then she pulled herself down the short hall to get off the train. As she descended to stairs, she could feel her legs start to buckle.

'Gotta make it to the drop,' she thought. As she crossed the platform, she could see a taxi waiting, and she hailed it. The driver almost fainted when he saw her moving towards him. He hustled over to her and grabbed her bags, then ran back to put them in the trunk. As she approached the cab, he already had the door open and gave her a hand sitting down. After he had run around the car and got in, he asked her, "Where to?"

"Take me to the nearest Holiday Inn," she asked. As they cab jostled it's was down the road, she could feel her boobs tingle. 'Funny,' she thought, ' I swear I can feel by boobs getting bigger.'

The driver turned around and got the car moving. Fifteen minutes later, they were in front of a Holiday Inn, and the cabby was helping her out of the car. A couple moments later, and she was checking into her room. After she had done so, she shuffled slowly towards to elevator. As the doors closed, she felt it again.

'Now I know my tits are getting bigger.' Looking at the dress before her, she could see the swell of her jugs getting bigger and bigger. When she finally stopped at her floor, she figured she might have put on a couple inches just on the way up. She quickly jiggled down the hall to her room, opened it, and bolted the door behind her. Dropping her bags on the dresser, she opened one and removed the a cotton sack identical to the one the snake had come in, and her special lotion.

"I have got to loose some weight," she giggled. Tossing the bag and lotion on the bed, she reached down and started the arduous process of removing her dress. Dropping it to the floor, she said," I won't be needing YOU anymore." Then, kicking off her shoes, she waddled her naked hugeness over and grabbed the sack on the way to the bathroom. Entering the room, she caught her reflection in the mirror. Her breasts were now well past the size of basketballs while her stomach seemed to be getting smaller.

"My GOD!," she said, for as she watched she could see her stomach shrink and her boobs balloon. "It's the pregnancy thing again! It's kicking into overdrive! I've got to get this snake the fuck out of me!"

Looking around, she realized she had left the lotion in the other room. "No time to get it," she breathed heavily as she grabbed the sack. She made loops in the bag again and stepping into them. As she reached down to pulled them up, her immense and bloating tits swung back and forth, threatening to topple her. Getting the loops up, she reached around behind her, between her legs and ripped the tape off both her and the snake, then yanked the bag up, anticipating the snake trying to get out. Instead, it pulled itself back inside of her, exposing only it's nose.

"WHAT!" Liz cried, "You HAVE GOT to get out of me before I turn into two giant tits!" Reaching past the bag, she tried pulling on the snake, but to no avail. As she reached, she watched her chest swell more and doubled her efforts.

"I can't get him! What am I going to do?!" Looking around, Liz spied the shower nozzle and had a sudden thought. "I know�" she muttered as she shuffled over to the bathtub, careful not to trip over the bag between her legs, "I'll flush him out." She then climbed into the tub and as she stood there, she tied the loops up so that she was again harnessed to the bag.

Breathing heavily, she tried to decide how to approach her plan. Deciding that sitting up wouldn't work, she turned around to get on her hands and knees, her vagina facing the faucet. As she knelt, her immense stomach filled the tub beneath her, and she found she couldn't quite get her knees and hands to touch the bottom of the tub at the same time. Her huge tits were just touching the tub in front of her, a good yard away. Reaching back to the wall, she grabbed the shower head, and gritting her teeth, stuffed it into her twat. As it passed the snake and into her womb, the stretching of the snake and the nozzle both grew painful, but she kept pushing until it was deep inside of her. Then finally, she reached back and turned the cold water on high.

Suddenly, her stomach expanded as the snake tried to get away from the water. Liz gasped and as she watched her form bloat more, she was lifted even higher above the tub. But the snake couldn't avoid it and he slowly began sliding out of her. Liz cried out in pain as the head passed back through her tortured labia, then relaxed as the thin neck of the animal began to pass. Liz held the bag firmly about him as he exited, waiting for it to all be over. But the snake was taking his time, and her tits were still growing, now looking like two large pumpkins, seeming to throb as they grew.

"Damn it, get out quicker!" she yelled. She reached behind her and turned the faucet as high as it would go. The snake moved much faster now, surging out of her and into the bag. As his body got thicker, Liz was stretched further, moaning now as the pain built up. But even as he was leaving now, her stomach didn't seem to be shrinking as much.

'The water is filling me too' she reasoned, and she reached back to turn it off. But when she did, she couldn't budge the handle. 'I turned it too tight! Oh shit,' she thought as she tried to turn in the tub. But her over-inflated stomach was just too big to budge. Frantically, Liz tried kicking at the handle but it was round and reluctant to turn. Water streamed from around the exiting snake as the pressure built up within her. Liz could feel her stomach lifting her knees off the bottom of the tub.

"UGH!," she groaned in pain. She marveled as she watched her boobs continue to inflate, fast enough to stretch down to the tub faster than her belly lifted her out of it. Just then she felt the still full stomach of the snake hit her from the inside as it tried to get out.

Oh God, it's too big!, she thought. The snakes belly started to slip out of her, but then stopped as it lodged in her birth canal like a cork.

"Gotta ....get....this....snake....out....!" she grimaced as the pressure welled up inside her. Her stomach was now touching her knees as she filled faster. With the snake's belly stuck where it was, no water was getting out of her.

Only one way to do this, Liz lamented. She inhaled and then bore down, trying to force the snake out of her. It slid a little at first and then stopped. Inhaling again, Liz bore down, forcing the snake further out. Looking down, she was amazed to see she was over four feet over the tub. Frantically, she bore down again, this time freeing the snake.

Once the snake's belly pasted out, the rest of the snakes body slide out quickly. Very shortly after that, he was completely out of her and in the bag, which was now hanging from her ass against her still impossibly huge stomach. The water was now free to flow out of her and it jetted rapidly. Liz could feel herself returning to the bottom of the tub. Reaching behind herself, she easily pulled the shower nozzle from within her, dropping it to the bottom of the tub.

Once all of the water was out of her, she reached behind herself, unharnessed herself from the bag and tied it shut. She then tried sliding up into a kneeling position. Looking down on herself, she marveled at how expansive she had become. "I can't believe all of this tit is me�" she said softly.

She then struggled to her feet. It was all she could do to get herself to her feet. Then leaning against the wall, she stepped out of the tub and walked over to the mirror. Her breasts began at her collar bone and her lower rib on bottom, jutting out dramatically to about what she gauged to be three plus feet from her now empty body. Her soft slopes then curved back in to touch her body just at her thigh, their sides spreading out to over two feet past her torso. Her aureoles hadn't gotten any bigger, though. At about two inches in diameter, they looked like freckles on her gigantic jugs.

Reaching under her heavy hangers, she rubbed her stomach and asked, smiling, "are you girls done growing now?" Pulling her hand back out, she reached around and grabbed each of her nipples. 'My God I am huge. I've never even heard of a woman having such a VAST chest.' Smiling she twisted her nipples until they became hard, like two tiny oil derricks on oceans of flesh. 'Let's see what a tidal wave looks like on these oceans,' she grinned to herself, and putting her hands behind her head she gently shook herself back and forth, watching her chest quiver, then jiggle, then shake, and finally, before she decided she'd better stop, quake violently, bouncing and then slamming against each other. 'Now these are ponderous world record sized tits!' she thought as she reached around to stop them from moving.

Part Five: The Drop

Liz shuffled slowly back into the bedroom. Every step she took caused her enormous front to swing and sway, almost toppling her. Once she reached the bed, she sat down on the edge. She reached down and picked up her discarded green dress.

I hope that this still fits, she grinned, or I'll have to go naked.

Standing up she laboriously put the dress back on. It only just barely fit, and the seams were strained when she walked back into the bathroom. Now that her jugs were no longer as free to move she had less difficulty walking. She sat on the lip of the tub and grabbed the bag. She then walked out of the bathroom, sat back down on the bed and called another cab.

A few minutes later found her sitting in the back of a cab heading for a bus station. She had the driver wait as she walked in, put the snake in a locker, then made a phone call. She then had the driver take her to a bicycle delivery company and she dropped off the key. With the course of an hour, she was back on the train and heading home.