Unexplained Additions By Mich I pushed Diane back onto the couch, undoing the buttons of her shirt with one hand while holding her head with the other, our lips interlocked, noses pushing into each other, breath mixing in the air. I didn't doubt that she could feel my erection on her hip through both of our jeans and was rewarded with one of her hands slipping around to my crotch to give it a tweak. I almost came in my pants right there. Her shirt was now off and her small and firm breasts were exposed to the air, as she had apparently gone braless. Temporarily seperating our mouths, I half knelt and started kneading her tits with both of my hands while grinding my groin into hers. As her back arched, half in pleasure and half in anticipation, she brought her own hands to my fly, undoing it with the slip of a button and a quick zip. My own sex organ was exposed, nearly jutting through my boxers. "Oh, we are ready to go, aren't we?" she gasped. I stopped all contact with her for a moment to wriggle out of my pants and let them lie with my shirt on the floor while she removed her own lower garments. We both were completely nude, standing there for a moment, looking at each others' eyes. Then the moment was over, and we came together. I consider myself lucky that I got it in the right hole, since I wasn't even paying attention. I was too enamored with her at that moment. But I got right in. It wasn't the tightest fit, but that was good; I didn't want to come too quickly. A simple back and forth motion is what got us started, but it quickly evolved into more elaborate play as I found what hit her well and what didn't. Moans quickly turned into groans turned into gasps of pleasure, and as I found her spot, Diane started to orgasm, shuddering underneath me. I couldn't hold back anymore and shot my load right into her, our eyes never leaving each other. Afterward, when we had moved to my bed, she revealed to me a secret. "You're the first guy that made me come, Patrick." "I bet you tell every guy that," I said, half-jokingly. She looked up, back into my eyes, and gave me a funny look. "No. This time was different." She looked down at her chest and flicked an erect nipple. "In more ways than one..." "What do you mean by that?" I said, curious. Seeing her touch herself was getting me hard again, and I could feel my dick tingling. "Oh, nothing," she said. "Forget about it. Aren't you glad I went on the pill?" I smiled. This was the first time I had ever been with a girl who was on the pill. "Oh, yeah. No more condoms for me." And, while talking about a million other small things, we drifted off to sleep, her in my arms. At that moment, I didn't doubt that we were made for each other. *** My alarm clock woke us up. "Oh, shit," Diane said, jumping out of bed. "My first class starts in fifteen minutes! I'm going to be late!" She jumped into her pants and threw on her shirt, fumbling with the buttons. I started to follow her lead. "Hey," I said, while looking through my drawers for an unwrinkled shirt, "What are you doing later today, because I'm not working tonight." Halfway through her shirt, she looked up at me with a sly smile. "Why do you ask? Hoping for a repeat performance?" "Maybe," I said, mock shy. The shirt now completely buttoned, she was looking at her chest oddly again. Was the button-up tighter this morning than yesterday? But she shrugged and gave me a peck on the cheek. "We'll see, if you make us dinner." With that, she rushed to the door. "I'll hold you to that!" I called after her. Smiling and shaking my head, I went to the bathroom for my morning relief. My penis was still feeling wierd. "Did I work you a little too much last night, little guy?" I asked it. There was no reply. As I peed, I couldn't help but imagine what would happen that night. It would only be the second time having sex together, but already I was already feeling comfortable with her. Maybe Diane would be interested in trying something different for both of us. Not that we needed it; I felt perfectly fine with the old missionary style, as long as it was with her. She wasn't only smart, but she was pretty hot, too, with the way that her chestnut brown hair fell in waves down her back, her smooth waist filled out slightly for her hips, her boobs, while not big, weren't too small, and seemed really sensitive. Her boobs... the blouse must have been that small yesterday and I was just too horny to notice, I thought. Although, now that I thought about it, she wouldn't just be hot if she had bigger ones; she would be smokin'. With a C-cup... or a D... I realized at this point that I had long run out of urine and was now standing there with a boner in my hands. A nice fat one. "Shit," I thought, "did I get turned on that much by one little fantasy?" Figuring that it was early enough to not impact plans for that night, I quickly releaved my other problem into the toilet. It wasn't hard at all; I just pictured Diane straddling me naked and I went as quick as you please. "Just don't make this a habit," I told my cock, "or we might have a serious problem forming." And, with that, I gathered up my own notebooks and headed to class. Images of Diane kept slipping into my head all day, but that was to be expected, what with the plans for that night. And I wasn't let down, either. We had barely finished dinner when she was all over me, this time leading me to the bedroom. It felt like my rod was going to burst out of my pants, and I was relieved that there wasn't much foreplay tonight. Again I blindingly slid it into her, and experienced a moment of panic when I was sure that I had accidently put it in someplace very uncomfortable for her. But the smile she had comforted me and I forgot all about it as we started to make our motions. We came at the same time again. We layed there, tired but completely happy, her head on my chest as I ran my fingers through her hair. She looked up into my eyes and asked it. "Do my boobs look bigger to you?" "I don't know," I said playfully. "Let me ask them." And I let my hand drop to her chest, expecting the small B-cup that I had chased after for those months. Instead I found a handful. Diane must have seen my eyebrows furrow and gave a little nod. "I thought so. I noticed it this morning, but they seemed even bigger just now." "This is wierd," I said, running my hand around its edge, and then letting a finger travel up it and tweak her nipple. She gave a little gasp and a shiver. I laughed. "Feels that nice, does it?" I asked. She nodded. "They've always been a little sensitive, but I noticed some stronger feelings, too." "Well," I said, "I've heard of girls getting bigger when they go on the pill." "But I've been on it for months," she said, "and I know that they weren't this big yesterday. You know... before we..." she trailed off. But I got her meaning, and laughed again. "You think that us having sex is making your boobs grow bigger?" She sat up, the covers falling off of us. "Don't laugh! It's the only thing that has changed in these past two days!" She got out of bed, and I watched her cute ass as she bent over and picked something up. I realized it was her bra (she had changed after that first class) as she put it on. "I wore this on Saturday and it fit perfectly. When I wore it today for school it felt pretty tight. And now..." She turned around and I saw what she meant. That thing wasn't just tight on her, she was overflowing it. I couldn't help but grow erect. "I'll prove it to you!" she suddenly exclaimed, and, throwing off her bra, she jumped onto the bed and sat right down on my cock. It felt different than the night before. "Unh," I grunted. "You're really tight all of a sudden!" I let out a breath of air when she suddenly started to rock back and forth on my rod. "I..." she gasped, "noticed... that... too!" Her eyes bunched up and she began breathing extremely heavily at her sexual exhersions. As she orgasmed, I suddenly saw it this time: how her breasts when from jiggling to bouncing with her motions. My eyes wide, I reached up and started kneading them as I had the night before. When she started to scream from her second orgasm, and I felt them start to stretch beneath my palms, I couldn't help but come with her, and this time felt something of my own; her pussy suddenly felt TIGHTER, and I felt my shaft sink even DEEPER into her. I was growing, too! But I was too distracted by Diane. As she came a third and fourth time, her breasts went from being big to being huge, and, instead of bouncing with her movements, they started to swing. Her rocking movements slowed, partly because she could feel my cock getting soft, partly due to her own exhaustion, I could tell. As she slowly leaned forward into my arms, she looked at me with a small smile on her beautiful face. "See?" she asked sofly. "I was right." And, with that, we drifted off to sleep again. *** I woke up sometime around noon, having no morning classes, and she was gone. There was a note on the counter, though. "Had a 10:30, had to borrow one of your shirts, sorry. See you this afternoon! Love Di" Still in shock, I ate a bowl of cereal, not even dressed. As I stumbled into the bathroom to take a shower, I caught myself in the mirror. "Holy shit," I thought, "it IS bigger." My dick seemed to be hanging down a few more inches than it previously had, bouncing around with ever step I took. "Fuck," I thought. "Every time I come in her, my dick gets bigger, and every time I make her come, her tits get bigger? AND SHE'S COMING BACK OVER?" The thought of my girlfriend with enormous breasts made me instantly hard. And boy, was I hard. I could fit two hands around it. It had to be about 10 inches long. Getting into the shower, I tried to ignore my raging erection, but it was nearly impossible. It seemed that the bigger it got the harder it was to make it go away. If I had only known. I tried to push all thoughts of Diane from my head so that I wouldn't be forced to jack myself off when I heard the bathroom door open. "Hello?" I said, hoping that it was Diane. Once again, I wasn't disappointed. Her small hand appeared around the edge of the shower curtain, and she pulled it open enough to slip through, clothes and all. I was amazed at how she looked. I had figured she had taken one of my t-shirts, but she had gone with another button-up. Well, more like half-buttoned; she had managed to get all but the top three done. "Hey," she said, a sly look on her face. "Let's see if we can ruin this shirt." She pushed me down until I was pretty much sitting in the tub, and I got a bird's eye view of cleavage canyon. With one hand she "held me down," and with the other she pushed her now soaked jeans and panties off. She grinned at my erection, "Oh, yes, we're a big boy now. But you'll be bigger before your next class." Then she slowly lowered herself onto my cock. It was way tighter than I remembered, and I could tell by the look on her face that she was surprised, too. "Is it too much?" I asked, but she got a devilish smile. "It can never be too much!" she said with relish. I couldn't complain. She was so tight I felt like I was going to shoot right then and there, and I could tell that it was so tight she was about to go, too. It was a matter of moments before she came for the first time. I tried to hold off, but I couldn't, and I came, too. I watched, eyes wide open, as my shirt got even tighter on her, breast flesh bulging under the widening spaces between buttons. Somewhat disappointed, I started to pull out of her, but Diane pushed herself back against me, shaking her head. "I said we're wrecking this shirt!" she nearly yelled, and, surprised both at her and my dick, I felt myself get hard again. She pushed herself against me harder, and I heard her grunt and groan loudly as she orgasmed yet again. Her efforts were rewarded with a button popping and some skin spilling out of the shirt. Suddenly AGAIN she came, and the shirt was ruined as a fifth button gave up, opening up enough of the shirt for her breasts to completely come free. As her hands came up to grab them, I lost myself a second time and felt her get even tighter. This time I was sure that we were done, but, as I was pulling out, she jerked down and grabbed the base of my cock (which was a lot thicker than I remembered, too) and started pushing me back inside of her. "I don't want to hurt you!" I said, but she was shaking her head again. "No! More! I need more!" And I felt that I could give it as I felt myself get hard a third time. This cycle went on for at least an hour. I'll spare you the fine details, but, by the end of it, I came about three more times (each time miraculously getting hard again), and Diane came a whopping ten more times. By the end of it, her boobs were mashed between us as we convulsed and moaned together until finally she just fell asleep. Tentatively I lifted her up and out of the bathtub and toweled her off. I then carried her to the bed and laid her to sleep. I don't know how big they were, but in the space of about an hour they had seemed to grow from a G-cup to bigger than volleyballs. Glancing at the clock, I saw that I had class in half an hour, and jumped into some boxers-briefs. That was where I stopped. I looked like a pair of socks were hiding in my boxers. "Holy shit," I whispered. "How much did I grow?" Slipping back out of them, I was amazed to see what appeared to be my penis flop out. It hung more than half the way down my thigh. I was scared to get a boner (I didn't know if I could make it go away), but I couldn't help it. As I watched it slowly puff up, higher and higher, I distantly wondered where all the blood was coming from. Finally it stopped, and, resisting the urge to masturbate wildly, I looked for something to measure it against, before realizing that, if I sat down and put my elbow at my penis' base, it was pretty much the length of my forearm, with its head almost reaching the knuckles of my clenched fist. I was stupified. Stroking it with my hands, I couldn't even imagine what it was like for Diane to have that monster inside of her. Then another hand touched it. I looked up to see Diane's face gazing at my member in wonder. I thought quickly. "No. No no. We can't have sex." "Don't worry," Diane breathed, leaning in so that her massive bust was pushing against the base of my cock. "I wouldn't want you to miss school. Just a little present to remind you to come back." And with that, she started sucking on the head of my penis. Unsurprisingly, she couldn't fit the whole thing into her mouth, but she sure made it interesting. Sucking, than licking, and moving her tongue all over it, it was little wonder that I came within minutes. In a surprise move, Diane didn't spit out my come, but swallowed all of it (and there was a pretty good amount considering how much sex I had just had). My balls tingled in pleasure. Diane swallowed a final time, then ran her tongue along her teeth and grinned at me. "There. Now you're ready." I didn't feel ready. How was I supposed to go to class with what looked like, well, a giant cock in my pants? Let alone school, how about work? School I could sit and hide it. Work I was a cook. That involves lots of standing and moving around. With these thoughts in my head, I stuffed my cock back into my boxers (did it feel tighter? No, now I was just being paranoid. I had been watching it, and there had been no growth from the BJ), and pulled on my jeans. Shit. It stuck way out. I couldn't imagine it being more obvious. Well, I guess it would have to do. If any of my friends asked, I guessed I could show them, and anyone else wouldn't really matter, now would they? Turning back around, I saw that Diane had found one of my old shirts. Normally too big for me, when she put it on, it didn't cover her stomach. Her boobs pulled too much of it up. She had also put her panties back on (by now dry), and was attempting to pull on her jeans, but they seemed too small. She couldn't get them over her hips. Maybe something else was going on. Glancing at the clock, I saw that I didn't have time to stick around, though, and had to dash off to school. I hoped that everything would be okay. I didn't even consider what would happen when I got back. *** At this point, I can't really remember what those few hours at school were like. I think I got a number of weird stares, but that was it. Maybe people thought it was some stupid joke or something, I don't really know. But I couldn't get Diane off of my mind. It was like some addiction. I knew it could only lead somewhere bad, but I had to have more sex. And maybe a few more blowjobs, since the last one had seemed to go so well. By the end of the block period I had completely forgotten about work. I drove straight home. I had turned the handle to the door when it was suddenly jerked out of my grasp. A wild hand grabbed me by the groin and pulled me inside. Before I knew it, my pants were on the ground and Diane's mouth was on my cock again. "Did you even go to class?" I asked, amazed. She nodded, which gave me a strange feeling, and then pulled herself away for enough time to gasp out "Couldn't concentrate, craved your cum!" before diving back at me. I was amazed, but hardly surprised; I had craved the exact opposite. I noted that she had given up on the jeans, and must have driven to her apartment to pick up some of those workout sweatpants (I don't think she owns the other kind) before class. I couldn't tell from that angle, but her butt did seem a little bigger... And then, I was coming, right into her mouth. A lot. She sucked down every drop while I felt my balls tingle again. My balls... I reached down and felt them, just as they finished their own growth. They seemed to be double or even triple their usual (although not so usual any more) size, now about the size of pingpong balls. "Shit," I breathed, and then heard Diane moaning. I looked over only to see her eyes rolled up in the back of her head, her hands kneading her butt through the now tight sweatpants. "Shit," I said, more firmly. So when we had sex, her tits grew, and by dick grew, and when she blew me, my balls grew, and her ass grew? And SHIT, there had been loads of semen in that last one. It had felt like a cup, at least. Was it my newer, more productive balls? Diane was on my dick again, making little mewing noises as she sucked and licked. "No!" I said, and tried to push her away. "Yes!" she said right back. "I need it, Patrick! I love it, and I need it, and I want to be even bigger! And after a few more of these, more SEX!" It was even harder to resist coming this time, and I came again, what felt like buckets. I actually saw her stomach start to distend a little. "Shit, shit, shit," I moaned, all while feeling the best pleasure ever. And it was even better, not only knowing the next would be the best yet, but each time would push us a little further past probability, past the point of being useful. That was all the more exciting. For each mouthful that Diane swallowed, I felt my testicles swell a little bit more, and I knew that, if the rate of semen was to continue, it would only be an exponential growth. By now they were the size of pool balls, by the end of the next time... I was distracted from my already somewhat clouded musings from the sound of threads creaking. Diane's sweatpants were reaching their limit, trying to contain her now huge (and growing) asset. And Diane didn't slow down. Come to think of it, I didn't, either. My boner didn't even start going limp this time. However, Diane was thinking (somehow) and started to lead me away from the front door where we had stood for two full blowjobs now. Her mouth never leaving the top of my dick, we slowly made our way to the couch. I thought it was odd how my balls kept slapping against my kneese, but I was in for a surprise when I almost sat down on them. They were hanging a lot lower than they ever had before. And I came again. The scientific part of me wanted to measure how much I was coming each time, to test the growth and see how much it affected both of us, but the other side didn't care. I had a foot and a half long penis, giant sperm-producing testicles, a girlfriend with the biggest natural breasts on a thin woman I had ever seen, a giant, sexy backside, and all four of these could get even bigger and better, and would, soon. And I was in ecstacy. With my balls now propped up onto the couch, I could see them piling up underneath my shaft. They were getting big. But what was getting really huge was Diane's ass. Before her measurements had been 30-24-34, just about perfect in the world's eyes, but now her breasts were huge, and her ass must have been a 60, at least. The sweatpants were pulling apart at the seams, revealing more flesh than ever before, her panties visibly strained underneath them, pantylines everywhere. In fact, the measurement on her waist was probably different, now, too, as I saw her stomach puff out more from all of the cum she was swallowing. She had a little pot belly going, and it looked like it was already taking a toll, little love handles forming over her waistline. "One more!" she mumbled, and was sucking at me again. I couldn't do anything but grab onto the seat cushions and give in. I squeezed my eyes shut from the pleasure/pain mixed with any sexual act, and was startled when I felt a hand grab onto my testicles and start to slowly massage them. With a final "Shit!" I came again, this time for more than a minute, pumping everything I had into Diane's waiting mouth. But, in this instance, it was different; when I normally came it went in spurts, but this was more of a constant, like a faucet or hose. No sooner had I started than her sweatpants gave way, and her extremely tight panties soon followed. My balls steadily swelled, filling in my lap, as Diane's posterier grew and grew and grew, until it looked like she had the butt of a 300 pound woman. On second thought, not just the butt. As I watched, her stomach grew bigger and bigger, more full from my cum than anything else. And so did the rest of her, acting as if she was eating like this for weeks. Those love handles grew thicker and fatter, forming a spare tire. Her skinny arms grew softer and thicker. Even her face filled out as I watched. Finally I was spent, and she stood up and did a little spin to see all of her assets. My cantaloupe balls and her three-foot-wide hips. "What do you think, Patrick? Need anything to fix it up?" "Holy fuck." I cursed under my breath. Diane was simply...massive. Astounding. She backed up a few steps so I could get a better view, her now fat thighs rubbing against each other and her belly jggling like, well, a bowl full of jelly. My eyes took all of her in. Her once-petite frame had filled significantly - her cheeks were a little puffed out, a double chin was evident, her upper arms (which were pushed out a bit to the side) had fleshed out and began to form a little nook for her elbows. Her breasts, massive as ever, now looked somehow appropriate on her larger body - fleshy, massive teardrop-shaped bowling balls capped with a large nipple. They were pushed apart by a sizeable belly, I noticed. A smaller upper belly ridge rested underneath her massive mammaries and atop a large belly just starting to form a apron resting on her thighs. And what thighs! Diane must have stood three feet wide at the hips now. A huge spare tire rested upon her fat saddlebags, which themselves jutted out farther than the spare tire. A hint of a shelf-like ass could be seen from my frontal view. Her thunderous thighs tappered slightly to some deep pockets where her knees rested - her thighs touching the entire way down. Plump calves came down upon dainty looking feet, with a hint of a roll forming at the ankles. "I can see that you like the new me," Diane quipped with a half-smile. She lifted her arms straight out, her new Oprah Winfreys jiggling, and twirled around. Well, maybe twirled is too strong a word - with her new mass and thick thighs, it was more of a circular shuffle. Diane's fat wobbled mesmorizingly as she turned, her backside coming into view. Her ass was a sight to behold! It was like two beach balls filled with Jell-O! It formed a shelf that met her lower back and protruded at least eight inches away and flared a foot-and-a-half from her asscrack. Her round booty curved gently into her equally-wide thighs. I couldn't help myself as I started to get another hard-on. By the time Diane finished her twirl - with me admiring her profile all the while - I was fully hard again. 14 inches of cock sticking up from my sitting body, nearly level with my chest. "Looks like somebody is ready to go again but I think you've had enough blowjobs for now - it's my turn. Plus, my boobs are a little too small for this new body of mine," she said as she hefted a breast in each hand, "Let's go to the bedroom, where we can do this properly. I don't think I'd be able to straddle you on the couch anymore." I nearly came then and there watching her. She turned and began walking to the bedroom with the floorboards creaking underneath. I quickly got up and followed her, my huge balls slapping lightly against my thighs and my cock jutting proudly out towards her ass. She went through the bedroom door and giggled as her hips gently brushed the doorframe. "Heehee! We're going to have to get a bigger place soon." I was so mesmerized by the spectacle of her ass that I didn't catch her meaning as I followed her into the room. "Now, lay down on the bed." I did so promptly. Diane walked to the foot of the bed, with me craning my head forward to watch. With difficulty she lifted her right knee on to the bed, then the left, propped up on all fours over my calves. Her breasts rested lightly on my knees. "Oof," she grunted, "This is going to take a little getting used to." Her breasts obscured the view of her belly, but her hips flared out seductively. She began to crawl towards my head. Her nipples brushed my thighs then my balls and then the base of my cock as she worked her way up. "Fuck, you've gotten huge," she whispered as she continued crawling. Finally, we came face to face. "Hi handsome." I couldn't say anything. She leaned forward and kissed me. I could feel her massive breasts press into my chest and her belly rest and then overflow my own. Her thighs caressed my cock. Diane began to shift herself so that she could take me in. Even with her legs spread out over my own, the upper parts of her thighs still touched. Diane was forced to spread her knees even farther out causing her weight to press into me some more. It was great. She reached under her apron to grab the head of my cock and directed me into her waiting sex. She was so wet that I slid right in, despite my improved girth. She pressed herself down quickly on my cock and let out a little gasp. With one thrust she took me in completely. The feeling of being pressed into all that soft flesh was nearly indescribable! I instinctively grabbed her hips and pressed my hands into her fat and squeezed gently. I began thrusting as Diane worked herself on my pole, her fat body gliding against my own. I could see the shelf of her ass flow back and forth with our rythmic thrusting. It wasn't long before I came again. Diane came shortly after. Caught in the throes of our passion, we kept going. I wasn't finished yet and neither was she. I felt myself lenghthen inside of her and felt her breasts press into my chest even more as they swelled. Diane gasped again and I could tell that she came a second time. We fucked for what seemed like hours but was probably only minutes. Diane came again as I approached another climax. I thrusted even harder and lifted my hips into hers and clutched at her lovehandles. I came explosively inside her as she sat back against my legs, with me relishing her newfound glory. Her flab was bouncing wildly and her breasts were swelling noticably. What were once bowling balls had to be at least volleyballs, perhaps even basketballs, and growing. She came again as I grew even larger inside her. I was coming down from my high. With my hands free and my body temporarily sated, I began to explore my lover's body. Diane looked down at me from above, her hair cascading down her shoulders, and smiled. Her breasts continued to swell slowly, finishing up their latest expansion. My hands caressed her large belly tentatively, exploring where it began to fold over her hips and under where it rested upon me. I worked my two hands up and around it's mass and began to brush lightly against her breasts. I lifted them awkwardly and was surprised at their weight. Each breast had to be 15 pounds at least. As I let them rest gently back on to her belly I lightly pinched her thumb-sized nipples. Diane let out a small gasp. I moved my hands up her breasts towards her shoulders then under her arms. I traced the outline of her rolls as I gently moved my hands down her sides, working my way out to her impressive hips. I looked into her eyes and smiled dreamily. Diane worked herself off of my flaccid cock and scooched down to the edge of the bed. Even flaccid, my cock rested on my stomach and reached my ribcage. I briefly wondered how much I'd grown. "Wow, Patrick, that was something else. I still feel a little tingly," Diane said as she shivered, fat jiggling lightly. She ran her hands over her body. "Jeez, I got pretty big, didn't I?" she said as she looked up at me and smiled. "I love it," I replied as I rolled myself off of the bed. My cock slapped heavily against my leg and my cantaloupe balls rested just above my knees. I walked somewhat bow-legged towards Diane. "Now THIS is going to take some getting used to!" Diane watched my cock swing back and forth with a look of hunger in her eyes. Then her stomach growled. "God, am I ever hungry!" she exclaimed. "I guess I shouldn't be so surprised! Look at how big I got!" "Ummm...you're okay with this...?" I stammered. "Patrick, this is incredible. I've never felt so sexy in my life!" she went on,"I've got these massive tits, womanly curves, a soft body and a booty. I'm definately a pear-shaper though, eh?" Diane twisted her body to glance at her own ass. She grabbed it with both hands and shook. "These globes give my tits a run for their money! Patrick, I love it!" Her self-explorations started to give me a semi. I needed to work out what happened so I quickly changed the direction of the conversation. "So, how big do you think you got? I mean, how much do you figure you weigh?" "I wonder, too," she said as she placed her index finger against her lips in a quizzical manner. "Let's go find out!" Diane bounded towards the bathroom. I came into the bathroom to see her bending over to reach the scale. I started getting harder staring at that ass wiggling in the air. This wasn't working. I forced my mind to think other thoughts. Diane got the scale out and stepped on to it. She didn't say anything. "So, what does it say?" I asked. "Ummm...I'm really not sure," said Diane slowly, "I can't see it." She lifted her belly with both hands and let it drop to slap her thighs, indicating to me that she can't see past her own belly. Her body still quivered as I walked toward the scale, head down. I got a little harder. "Well, let's see...It says '23 lbs'. That can't be right..." I murmured. "This scale only goes to 300 lbs, silly," said Diane, "I must be 323 lbs. Holy crap." "I guess," I replied, "but we probably can't trust that number. I doubt it's overly accurate after the 300 lb limit is reached. We're going to have to get a bigger scale." "...and some pizza. I'm STARVING," cut in Diane. Her stomach gurgled in agreement. I got even harder. Who knew I liked fat chicks? Diane smiled wickedly as I stood upright. "Hey handsome." She wrapped her plump fingers around my hardening shaft. Well, as best she could. I was too big for her to grip all the way around. Diane shifted herself so that she could crouch in front of my manhood. My mind went frantic as I realized what she intended to do, but my body betrayed me as I became fully hard. I suddenly wondered how I could possibly still be hard after having sex twice and who-knows-how-many blowjobs in so short a time, but I quickly lost that thought as Diane wrapped her lips around my head. I shut my eyes in pleasure. After some action, Diane tilted her head back and murmured "one sec..." I opened my eyes and looked down at Diane. Her ass flared outwards and her body jiggled as she fished something out of the nearby drawer. "Ah ha! Here it is!" A fat arm hoisted a tape measure in triumph. "Let's see how big this sucker got!" She placed one end at the base of my cock and stretched the tape measure along it's length. "Wow! 17 1/2 inches! That's a monster!" Diane exclaimed as she licked her lips. She then wrapped the tape measure around the center of my shaft. "And nearly 9 inches around! Jeez!" I was getting ansy as Diane was working my cock. She could tell. "Okay okay, I'll get back to the BJ," she said with mock criticism. Stars went off in my head. I came almost immediately when Diane went back to sucking my cock. She barely got the head in her mouth as I came again. And again and again. Cum streamed from my slit into Diane's swelling cheeks as she struggled to swallow all the flow. Her belly began to swell noticably as well and her ass grew even bigger in moments. I could feel my balls creep down my leg in their own growth spurt. Finally, my stream slowed down. Weak in the knees, I stumbled and leaned against the wall, my softening cock popping out of Diane's mouth. She lost her own balance on her toes as she plopped down heavily on her ass. The medicine cabinet shook. I must be cumming buckets now, I thought. If Diane was big before, she was massive now. Her ass was still spreading slowly across the floor when I first glanced at her. Everything about her was swelling larger - her thighs were spreading wider across the floor where she was sitting, her ass piling up behind her. Her belly was swollen and taught and filling up more and more of her lap as I watched. Her lovehandles grew to full-fledged rolls and her upper belly swelled under her massive breasts. Her double chin grew a little, too. Diane opened her eyes with a dreamy look on her face as her growth slowed down to a stop. "Hey baby. I think I need some help getting up." She reached her hands forward as I reached my own and we clasped hands. She struggled to get her legs under her and hefted until she was standing on her own. Our faces were red and Diane was panting heavily. Diane was truly a fat woman now. As she stood there catching her breath I took a moment to examine her fatter body. Her upper arms were probably as big around as my calf, and sagged over her elbow, forming a little pocket. Her forearms were swollen and tappered down to plump hands. Her massive breasts jutted out prominently atop her belly, wobbling slightly with her heavy breathing. Speaking of her belly, it was truly a sight to behold. Reaching a good foot from her body and folding over to rest close to halfway down her thighs, the thing was massive. The skin was stretched taut from all the cum she swallowed, but it was slackening noticeably as her body processed it. The thick layer of fat began to sag with the gravity pulling on it's substantial weight. As big as her belly had become, though, her ass matched it, and more. Gigantic orbs streched out a foot behind her and most definately one and a half feet to either side. Her ass-shelf had grown substantially, and, with her ass growing so quickly, formed a little bubble curling down into her lowerback. Two large backflab wings rested under he shoulderblades, probably big enough to fill EE cups on their own. Each of her thighs were big enough around to make two normal women. But there was nothing normal about Diane anymore. I began to wonder what her measurements were now, and I reached down to grab the discarded tape measure. Diane understood and lifted her arms out so that I could measure her. I started with her ribcage. I lifted each heavy breast and placed the tape measure against the underside and proceeded to wrap it around her. Diane was still definately a pear, but her upper body was still large on it's own. I wasn't surprised to see the tape measure come to 48". Next, I did the breasts themselves. It was a bit difficult to measure, as their tremendous weight caused them to sag, but fortunately (I think) they were propped up a bit on her belly. After wrapping it around her the tape measure read 61". Taking into account some saggage, I still figured Diane to be about an M or N cup. I told her so. "An N cup? Really? Wow, that's huge," she exclaimed, "I wonder where we'd get a 48N bra? Hee hee." Moving on to her waist, I began to stretch the tape measure around her newfound girth. It came to rest at 63" "I'm over five feet around? Sexy." Now for her hips. As I started around, Diane interrupted me. "Honey, I think the tape measure is supposed to go around the belly apron, not under. You're supposed to measure the widest part of the hips, silly." I restarted the measurements properly this time and began to worry that the 108" tape measure wasn't enough. I needn't worry because her hips were only 87". Ha. 'Only.' "61-63-87, eh? N cup?" said Diane, "I'm a whole lotta woman! I'm getting back onto the scale." Diane waddled her bulk towards the scale and stepped on. The scale groaned. I bent down and glanced at the scale even though I knew it couldn't possibly be accurate. I was right. "It says 31 lbs," I said calmly, "I doubt you're only 8 lbs heavier." "Ha ha!" Diane's belly quivered when she laughed "Yeah, I doubt that!" "There's a scale in the weight room downstairs in this apartment building. It's a pretty heavy duty scale. It might do the trick," I offered. "Order some pizza first - three...no wait, four extra larges, one pepperoni, one ham and pineapple, and two, heh heh, meatlovers," said Diane, "and hurry, because I'm really really hungry. I'm a growing girl after all." I threw on some boxer-briefs again, but this time some loose gym shorts instead of pants, and a loose t-shirt. With my massive balls and longer dick, it looked even more comical than before - it was like I was hiding my whole sock drawer in there compared to just a couple of socks. But, I was just running down a couple of flights of stairs and back up, so I figured it'd be okay. Diane was proceeding naked down the hall. I noticed that her hips were comig close to brushing the hallway walls. Her ass was simply mesmerizing as she walked. She hung a right towards the kitchen and I heard her open some cupboards. After struggling into my clothes I walked as best I could towards the kitchen. I could overhear Diane ordering pizza from 4-for-1 Pizza while munching on some chips. "...Yeah, that's right, extra cheese. Oh! And some boneless wings! Oh, and a large caesar salad!..." I smiled to myself as I let myself out of the apartment and made my way downstairs. I was hoping most of the other residents would still be at the university since it was the middle of the afternoon still. It'd be a pain to explain my "bulge". Walking down the stairs proved fairly difficult. I had to use both rails to steady myself. The extra weight I was carrying was throwing me off balance and it took a while for me to get used to it. I must have looked funny but fortunately no one else was in the stairwell. Unfortunately, someone was in the gym. "Hi Patrick! How are you...holy crap! What the hell are you doing? Smuggling cantaloupes from the cafeteria?" It was Callie, an old flame of mine from first year, as if things couldn't get awkward enough. We ended it mutually and we were still friendly to each other, but hardly close anymore. She was in the gym working of what she called her "Freshman 15", though it was probably double that. Dorm life changes people. "Hi Callie...um, working out today?" "Patrick, seriously, what the hell? Why does it look like you've stuffed a couple balls and a polish sausage in your shorts?" cut in Callie, "You look ridiculous." She had gotten off her eliptical machine and was walking towards me. She looked really small, now, I noticed, at least in comparison to Diane. Still, her thighs jiggled ever so slightly and my eyes locked onto them. And her tits, which were C-cups, if I remember correctly. "Oh that?" I was thinking furiously, "uhh, that's just some hazing ritual for the Ultimate Frisbee team. Yeah. I'm a rookie, so, they made me stuff this crap in my pants and walk around all day. Please don't laugh, it's been embarrising enough." Not bad, I thought to myself. "Oh! Haha! Sucks to be you," she laughed, "Still, it's a little strange though..." "Haha," I forced out, "Yeah, it is, but you know these things. 'Get the new guy' and all that. Ha ha." "I guess...Well, I'm only half done my workout. I'd better get back to it," she said as she turned away and walked back to the machine. I couldn't help but stare at her plumpish ass in the spandex yoga pants and I also couldn't help getting a hard-on. My libido must have been supercharged. Quickly, and hopefully before Callie noticed, I grabbed the scale, and booted it to the door. I hollered a "See ya later, Callie!" as I exited the gym. I hoped she didn't see my boner. I booked it down the hall and up the stairs as fast as my equipment would allow. I carried the scale so that it partially covered my crotch in case anybody happened to see me. Luckily, I made it back to the room without seeing anyone. I went into my apartment and turned around to see Diane sitting in the loveseat (which looked more like a regular chair with her), naked, munching on some burritoes she must have heated up from my freezer. The chair was surrounded with various bags of chips and cookies and whatnot and the coffee table had a pitcher of iced tea and a 4L jug of milk, half empty, on it. My boner, which had been subsiding coming up the stairs, sprang back to attention, painfully constricting me in my shorts. "Hi loverbutt!" said Diane after swallowing a mouthful of food, "You won't believe how much I can eat now. I polished off that leftover bucket of KFC we had last night, by the way. Oh, and that McCain chocolate cake. I'm still hungry, too." She made a cute pouty face, then continued eating the burritoes. "Um, I got the scale," I said, after regaining my senses, "and the pizza dude will be here any minute." "I sure hope so! Hey, what are you hiding there?" she grinned wickedly again. God, I can't resist that cute face. "Another hard-on? I must be sexier than I thought. Come here and let me take care of that for you." I put down the scale and walked over to Diane. "I was going to say that we'll have to cover you up before he comes. You can't just be sitting here naked when he gets here." "Why not?" she protested, "It's not like he'll see anything private. Well, except my nipples." She gestured to her belly resting on her lap. Even with it was large enough to force her legs apart, her belly still hung low enough to hide her pussy. Her thighs also did there best to cover things up. "I guess we could just cover you up with a blanket if the pizza guy comes," I offered, "I can't imagine it was easy maneuvering into the living room." "It wasn't, but god was it awesome!" Diane exclaimed, "Everything jiggled and rubbed against each other, and my breasts were pulling me forward, and my thighs were rubbing my crotch - it was once of the most erotic experiences I've ever had! I can't believe anyone would want to be skinny! I can't believe I was so skinny! Being so fat is just so damn sexy! Now come here and let me at you. You know I'm never full until I've had you." Diane leaned her bulk forward and grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled me towards her. She quickly yanked down my shorts and boxers and began her ministrations with an unexpected fervor. I was in heaven. I leaned my head back and tensed my body as I felt my climax near. Diane was doing an excellent job of fitting me in her mouth - she must have had seven inches of my fat cock inside. That was the last thought I registered before I blew my load. *** I woke up in a bit of a daze. "Patrick? Patrick?" I heard a ringing in my ears as I sat up. For some reason I was on the floor. "Patrick, I think the pizza guy is here!" *Ding dong* Pizza-what? "Patrick, get up and buzz the pizza guy in, then cover yourself up and get me the blanket off the couch. Hurry!" The memories came flooding back. The scale, the blowjob, the mindblowing orgasm, the massive form of my girlfriend expanding... "Diane? Is that you?" I stammered. "Of course it's me, silly. Now get the buzzer," Diane said. I quickly got up and buzzed-in the pizza guy, absentmindly noticing that my balls felt even heavier. I pulled up my shorts and got my wallet. I then grabbed a blanket and took it to Diane, who was still sitting on the couch. She had definately grown again. Her belly hung closer to the floor and her hips pressed up against the sides of the loveseat, which didn't look to happy supporting all that weight. Her spare tire formed a large ridge before coming back to her core. Her breasts seemed to be pushed even closer to her face and her arms were now as big around as my thigh, if not bigger. Her neck had begun to disappear into her chin. "That was a pretty good one, hey? I think we're going to have to weigh me and measure me again," she said, "after supper, of course." There was a knock at the door and I quickly covered up Diane's body with the blanket. I paid the pizza guy and tipped him and quickly shut the door. I carried the 8 extra larges, two 2L of Coke, the family sized caesar salad, boneless wings, and bag of breadsticks to the coffee table. "8 extra larges?? I thought you wanted four," I remarked. "I figured I'd be hungrier than that. I'm a growing girl," replied Diane as she patted her belly, sending little shockwaves across her body, "Now let's dig in." And dig in she did. After I had my fill and watched Diane finish off her second extra large meatlovers, I set up the scale and went to the bathroom to get the tape measure. I took off my constricting shorts while in the bedroom, and walked bowlegged back to the living room. "Jeez, I'm full," said Diane as she leaned back on the loveseat, itself creaking ominously, "and I only ate two and a half extra larges. I guess I really overestimated how much this fat sexy body of me could eat. It's not like I had any experience beforehand." Even with her leaning back with her fat legs streched out before her, Diane's belly still rested more than halfway to her knees, it's great quivering mass bulging out in front of her. Her basketball sized breasts were spread out and resting against the armrests of the loveseat and her fat arms were resting along the top of the chair. Her chin jiggled as she spoke. Diane absently grabbed either side of her belly and shook it side to side. Waves of fat rocked from one side of her massive gut to the other. She then pressed both hands into her fat and watched them sink several inches in. She reached as best she could to her apron and lifted it up. Her belly formed into a large doughy ball. "Goddamn I'm huge" I thought I heard her murmur. Dropping it down and watching it quiver, she whispered, "wow." "Help me up," she continued, "I've been dying to see how much I weigh." I helped Diane up as best as I could. After a couple of rocks, we had her up on her feet and waddling to the scale. She was glorious. Her 5'7" frame had a billowing roll of fat and a belly apron that rested against some truly monumental thighs that quivered almost incessantly as she walked. Her ass globes stretched from her mid-back to mid-thigh an curved seductively like a crescent moon. Her pear shape was even more pronounced with her flaring hips and big saddlebags. Her breasts dominated her chest, and they would have rested over her bellybutton had it still been where it was 24 hours ago. I just shook my head as that realization hit me. "Well, Patrick, what does it say?" demanded Diane. I snapped out of my reverie and looked at the digital readout. "427, it says," I said. I was amazed. "That's it? That's not so much! No wonder I could only eat 2 and a half pizzas!" exclaimed Diane. She turned around and stepped off the scale, her whole body quaking with the action, and grabbed my limp cock. She began playing with it as she worked her bulk into a kneeling position. I was getting very hard, very quickly and my eyes started to roll back in my head as the pleasure mounted. It wasn't fully hard before I came the first time. It was smaller than the previous two times, but that was probably due to the fact that the action happened so quickly. Diane didn't stop sucking even as I felt her belly press harder into my shins. This just turned me on more and it wasn't long before I came a second time, this time like a firehose. "Shit I'm coming!" I yelled. Of course, Diane knew that. She was busy doing her best to swallow all that cum. "Shit!" I said again. Diane, like earlier before this afternoon, sucked down every drop. It seemed so long ago now. Diane was now a massive sex goddess with huge tits, amazing ass and an insatiable libido. I collasped down on the couch like a worn out sack of potatoes. Diane, her belly swelling so much that it was resting on the ground where she was kneeling, shuffled on her knees and attacked my groin again with her mouth. Fingering my soccer-ball sized balls and shifting her tits so that they rested on my lap, she quickly got me hard again. The combined titjob and blowjob made me come again. Twice. Diane sucked it all down. Twice. "Fuck, Patrick, you are so damn hot. I want you right now. Take me," she said in a husky voice as she leaned back. She twisted around onto all fours and stuck her fat massive ass in the air and exposed her pussy for me. Her still-growing belly was resting against the ground and slowing spreading outwards. Her massive ass and thighs formed a deep crevice to her sex, but with my still hard 17 1/2 inch penis, it did not matter. I fucked her from behind as her ass continued to grow bigger from the last series of blowjobs. It was fucking incredible and incredible fucking. Diane seemed to be orgasming in waves. After the fourth or fifth time cumming (I lost count), Diane turned around on to that massive ass of hers and shoved my expanding cock into her mouth. She sucked hard while making little mewing noises. As she sucked and licked and caressed my cock, I could feel yet another massive orgasm coming. 'Oh god, Patrick! I want it!" screamed Diane. "No Diane, this is not right...we'll get too big..." I mumbled through the haze in my mind. I shut up as she continued blowing me out of my mind, her lips barely covering my massive head. I came fiercely into her mouth with a constant stream of cum. In the back of my mind I wondered how I could still be producing so much. Diane struggled to contain the firehouse that was my cock and did an amazing job of swallowing what must have been quarts of semen. Her fat growth, which wasn't finished from the last round, accelerated. Her belly, even though I was nearly two feet away from her, began pushing at my own legs. Her ass was growing and spreading out wider than the couch. Her growing tits nearly reached the ground. "Diane, this is getting crazy..." "Shut up and fuck me! NOW!" She leaned back onto her back and spread her gargantuan legs apart. Her belly flopped down in front of her pussy and I had to lift and push it up and out of the way to get access. I was driven in my need to fuck her with what had to be a 24" boner. With her backfat and gigantic rear, her pussy was propped up enough that I could nearly fuck her while kneeling. Leaning into the rapidly growing belly, and doing my best to get on top of her, I guided my cock into her waiting pussy. With me spooning her belly with my body, and my body contorted so that my two-foot schlong was still inside her, I began to thrust. My hands, with my arms stretched as wide as they could go, barely touched the ground on either side of her body. My arm was ringed by a massive thigh below, a quivering boob above and a growing belly on the side. I was losing the battle for space as she continued to expand beneath me. I came again, and, judging by the increased jiggling of fat and the dreamy look on Diane's face, so did she. I didn't stop. I couldn't stop, even as my arms were lifted off the ground and Diane's belly pushed me farther and farther away. I came again. I could no longer see Diane's face as her fat growth slowed down to a crawl when I came a third time. With my increased length and the stoppage of growth on Diane's part, it wasn't difficult to build up to a fourth climax. And a fifth. I couldn't really tell, but I think Diane came a few more times herself. It turns out later it was a few dozen times. Time seemed to slowdown. In the sexual haze we were in, I think we lifted Diane back up to a sitting position, her great belly spreading across the floor and covering most of her legs, her massive growing breasts resting on either side of her, even with her increased girth, with her fat sausauge sized nipples begging to be sucked. I crawled on her mass and did suck, while she found my penis and did the same. I think she came again a few more times, and so did I. I think we fucked again, but I can't be sure. My balls were hurting. My cock was sore. But still we kept going. Diane was sucking what had to be six foot erection while I straddled her belly and played with her coke-can nipples, my balls resting against her beanbag sized breasts. I came one last time. Massively. Then I passed out. *** I woke up in a daze, my clouded mind only beset by the strange feelings all around me. I was on the floor. As I stood up, I almost fell forward from the momentum something in my pockets gave me. No, wait, I was naked. I looked down and realized that my balls were the forward momentum. They were the size of... I don't even know. Globes. Globes you find in a second grade classroom. More than a foot wide, each. I would either have to walk extremely bowlegged for the rest of my life, or push them out front and lean way back. I tried this, but tripped and fell on my balls. What did I trip on? It was connected to... fuck. It was my penis. The thing hung to the ground, thicker than my arm. It was at least four feet long, and it wasn't even erect. What the fuck did we do? Exasperated, I leaned against the wall. It was much softer than expected... "Hey, gorgeous." "Diane?" I called out. "Is this you?" There was a giggle. "Yep! It's all me, baby." "Which part?" I asked. "You'll have to find out!" Confused and somewhat frightened, I don't know what came over me, but I got a hardon. The biggest one ever. Slowly, majestically, my penis stretched out before me, finally coming to rest at seven feet. I don't know how my pelvis supported it. Overwelmed by the pleasure a mere erection gave me, I fell backwards, and my throbbing dick brushed up against the warm flesh of my girlfriend. That was too much. I came buckets all over both of us, semen gushing out like a firehose. "Oh, no," I heard Diane call, "Don't waste it!" And then I saw, at the end of that enormous piece of human, a giant knee, and then a very, very fat calf, and finally a dainty foot. That was her butt cheek. Walking around it (holding my organs), I made my way to the front of my girlfriend. She was so amazingly... fat. And I loved it. She was lying on her front atop her giant belly, itself spreading out for feet on the side of her that I could see. Resting beside it, no, nearly overreaching it were her breasts, behemoth things, her nipples wider and longer than possible, streched out to her sides, with their mass propping up her upper body. Even while laying down, her ass nearly reached eyelevel in height. I continued my slow trek to the front of my girlfriend. Her arms, which were themselves wider than me, were crossed so that her hands overlapped atop what was presumably breastflesh. What looked like a chin overflowed the back of her hand. And, above it all, sat her happy little face. "What happened?" I asked. She grinned back. "Oh, I THOUGHT you sort of blacked out! The fun we had! I can't count the number of times either of us came. But we came a lot!" "And... you like it?" I stammered, incredulous. "Well," she responded, curiousity on her now wide face. "Don't you?" I looked around. My living room was in shambles. The couch was apparently crushed. The carpet was covered in my bodily fluids, my own penis resting in some of it. My girlfriend was probably the fattest person alive, or at least had the best measurements ever imagined. And I realized... that I wanted more. "Are you ready for round 2?" I asked back. And Diane opened her mouth wide. "I was getting hungry, anyway," she said.