More Unexplained Additions --------------------- by guhbone We had a big problem on our hands. Just two days ago I had sex with my girlfriend, Diane, for the first time. I couldn't get my head around how quickly things spiraled out of control. I almost wished it was the usual things that a young couple faced - emotional betrayal, false signals, confusion, pregnancy. God, I hope Diane isn't pregnant on top of it all... No, we were faced with a much bigger problem - literally. Diane was lying front down in the middle of the living room floor of my small apartment. She took up most of it. Her monumental belly spread about ten feet across, and from her feet to her breasts. The massive thing propped up her torso nearly 3 feet in the air. Her top of her ass stood another three feet higher. The two gargantuan cellulite pocked globes arced from their peak down to her hips four-and-a-half feet to either side of her. A ridge from her fat ass rested on what I thought was her mid-back. Her ass met up with redwood thighs, pushing apart her legs at what I guessed was a 45 degree angle. Even so her thighs still touched nearly to her knees. As her legs tappered down to her calves, the underside of what had to be her belly apron came into view. Her dainty feet were resting on it, near it's edge. Her breasts were absolutely massive. I was not sure how to describe them, but they spread out nearly ten feet on their own and were capped with cola bottle sized nipples. They propped up Diane's upper body, including her arms (which was the only part she could move - with great difficulty) and her happy little face. She was smiling at me. "I'm hungry again, Patrick," she said. I sighed. "I've already fed you the last of the eighth extra large pizza. I really don't have any more food to give you." "But I'm STARVING!" she complained. Her stomach gurgled after that. The deep rumble shook the glasses in my cupboard slightly. "God, Diane, we have to think!" "But can't you go out and get more food?" she whined. This leads me in to my second big problem. Me. Or, more specifically, my cock and balls. I was sporting a four foot penis as big around as my leg while flaccid, which grew to an astounding seven feet while erect. The thing was resting on the ground in front of me at the moment. Of course, what giant penis would be complete without giant balls? The best I could relate them to was globes from a typical elementary school classroom. I ran my hand through my hair in frustration. "Diane, I can't just waltz out of here with my dick over my shoulder and go to the local grocery store and say 'Hey there! I need 200 frozen pizzas!'" Diane's face looked hurt. "I'm sorry Patrick. I'm sorry! I'm just so hungry it hurts. *sniffle*" Goddamnit. I've got to get a hold of myself. I walked over to Diane's head and crouched beside her. Propped up as she was on her fat tits, we were looking each other in the eye. "Look Diane, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped like that," I apologized, "I just wish I knew what was going on. People just don't grow huge tits and huge dicks all of the sudden." "*sniffle* Yeah, it is strange." She sounded a little off kilter, but I chalked it up to being 2000 lbs and ten feet wide. I leaned forward between her cleavage and kissed her on the lips. "I will see what I can do about food. I could probably get some more delivered," I suggested, "It's just a matter of getting the food through the door without the delivery guy seeing us. Too bad we weren't in the bedroom." "I wouldn't fit in the bedroom Patrick," Diane pointed out. "Good point." "I am really really hungry Patrick," she said again, "I wasn't kidding. It's starting to hurt." "There isn't any food left..." I started. "Patrick, there is one thing you can do..." She looked up at me suggestively. It finally dawned on me what she was suggesting. "Wha?! NO! We can't do that again!" Diane wanted to give me a blowjob. As weird as it sounds, when she gives me a blowjob, she gets fatter and my balls grow bigger. When she and I have sex and climax, her boobs get bigger and my dick gets longer and thicker. It's how we got into this predicament in the first place. "Why not Patrick? It's not like it'll make a difference anyway. I'm already too fat to move," she continued, "Beside, after swallowing your cum, I feel completely sated and full. I need it because right now I can't think of anything beside how hungry I am." She had a point. What difference would another couple of hundred pounds make when she was already a ton? Plus, I needed her to think and help me figure this out and she was no help to me complaining about being hungry all the time. Just thinking about another blowjob started to give me an errection. I made up my mind. "Fine. I'll do it," I said, "but you agree to help me figure this out after?" She nodded her head in agreement, her chin jiggling uncontrollably. Her eyes lit up in anticipation. I backed away as my penis stiffened. Pointing the grapefruit sized head towards Diane's waiting mouth, I began stroking what cock I could reach with my hands. Even with both hands I couldn't get my fingers wrapped around it. Diane was having difficulty, too, try to maneuver her fat arms to guide my cockhead in her mouth. It didn't fit, but she licked and sucked what she could while her hands played with what she could reach. I was incredibly sensitive. Giving in to the pleasure, I began to build towards a climax. I briefly wondered how much semen my new enlarged balls could produce before I came. The force of me blowing my load snapped me back to reality. I braced myself against the flow. Diane was swallowing like a madwoman, trying desperately to take it all in. Both pudgy hands were gripped around my glans and her mouth was sealed over the slit of my cock. I was in ectasy and didn't notice the knock at my apartment door... "Patrick? It's me, Callie. I was wondering if... Oh. My. God." Callie had opened the door and had begun to step in when she stopped in her tracks. Shocked, I fell backwards and my cock came free of Diane's grasp, still cumming. A large gob of cum landed on Callie and the surrounding area before I finished. She shrieked, slammed the door and left. "Oh shit." *** I was pacing back and forth as well as my cock would allow. Why the hell didn't I lock the door after the pizza guy came? Why did I have to fall backwards? Why did Callie have to come in at exactly that time? Why is any of this happening? "Patrick, calm down," pleaded Diane. She was bigger than ever. Even with only half a load, she grew significantly. It seems whatever power is causing us to grow was increasing in potency. I wish I knew what it was. Diane was probably another six inches higher off the ground, and two feet wider. Her left side had begun to press up against the wall on my apartment. Her ass had swollen even larger atop her belly apron, which itself was inching closer to the door. Another two feet and the door would be blocked shut by her fat. I couldn't calm down. I wondered what the hell Callie was going to do. What she going to call the cops? The hospital? The Weekly World News? I was just too worked up. After cleaning up with some towels, I had moved furniture out of the way for Diane. Being pressed up against a TV and CD collection wasn't comfortable, especially when your fat nearly wraps all the way around it. Luckily, I have a pretty sparse apartment. Even so, it was obvious there wasn't much room left for Diane to grow. This was definately the last time I was letting her blow me. "Patrick, at least I'm not hungry now," continued Diane. Whoopee. I was about to say something when I heard a tentative knock at the door. I froze and stared at the door. The moment of truth has arrived. The door opened slowly... "Patrick, it's me, Callie," I heard a timid voice say. Callie stepped slowly through the door and shut it behind her. She looked...different. "I need to know what's going on. I promise not to scream." Callie was different. Her hair was wet from a recent shower, but her face seemed...plumper. She was wearing a loose t-shirt and sweatpants so I couldn't be sure of what I suspected happened. Diane was trying unsuccessfully to turn her head towards the door. Even if her back fat allowed it, she wouldn't have been able to see past her massive ass anyway. I wondered what Callie was thinking, facing the rear end of an impossibly fat person. "I don't know what's going on, but I think I deserve an explanation," Callie went on, "Something happened to me..." Callie walked around Diane's bulk towards me, her eyes as large as dinner plates staring. They were red and puffy from crying, as well. "You must be Diane," offered Callie tentatively, "I'm Callie. Nice...nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you, too, Callie," Diane replied nervously. "Please, sit down Callie and I'll tell you all about it," I said more calmly than I felt. There was no point in beating around the bush, so I explained what had happened over the past two days while both Callie and Diane listened attentively. "So that is where we stand," I finished, "I have no real idea what has happened to us." Diane nodded slowly. "I see," started Callie, "This is all pretty hard to take in." Callie stood up and walked a few steps. Her ass jiggled inticingly. I quickly shoved that thought out of my mind - my girlfriend was in the room, for fuck's sake! "After you splattered me with your...cum...I ran back to my room," said Callie, "It was all over me - in my hair, on my clothes, in my mouth - I tore off my clothes and jumped in to the shower." Callie turned towards us and lifted her shirt off. "That's when this happened," said Callie, standing there without a shirt on. It wasn't just my imagination - she WAS fatter. Sizeable lovehandles rested above the drawstring of her sweatpants. A pot belly bulged from her midsection and her bra straps cut in to her sides. My dick tingled. "I got fat," stated Callie, "Before, I was about 145...okay...155 lbs, but I weighed myself again. I weigh 192 lbs now. Look, even my ass got bigger." Callie loosened her drawsting and bent over and pulled down her pants. Panties two sizes too small cut into her hips and were pushed downwards somewhat by her belly. Twirling in a circle, I could see her expanded rear jiggle and sway. It was quite larger than when I saw it earlier in the gym. Her thighs were much bigger, too. "Well, I think you look good," said Diane. Shocked, I whipped my head around to turn to Diane. Callie did the same. "What?!" we cried in unison. "Well, she does," said Diane, "I know she was an old girlfriend of yours, Patrick. There's no need to act so shocked. I think Callie looks sexier." It takes a lot out of a guy to hear your current girlfriend comment on the sexiness of your former. I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone more than ever. Callie was the first to respond, "You're really taking this calmly. No one I know would be so calm after exploding to like 3000lbs. Is there something you're hiding?" "Well, I've always been a little jealous of your curves," said Diane, "There you were, with big C-cups and curvy hips getting bigger over the first semester. I watched you and Patrick with envy. After you broke up, it took me over a year to work up the courage to ask Patrick out. I was a skinny stick compared to you and just could not gain..." My erection, which was still getting harder from the show Callie put on, seemed to have a mind of it's own. Sitting on the couch like I was, my monster cock pointed out at a 45 degree angle, coming to rest inches from Callie's face. It was definately a conversation stopper. "S-sorry," I stammered. Both girls just stared, awestruck. Maybe it was the increased phermones in the room, or some more of the mysterious magic, but Callie's eyes glazed over and Diane licked her lips. She quivered trying to reach my cock and sent shockwaves rippling across her fat. Callie, off in her own world, started rubbing her smooth hands up and down my shaft. It was pure bliss. "Damn Patrick, I missed this," Callie murmured, "I missed your cock. God! It's so huge now." She didn't seem herself, but I didn't care. All I wanted was more cockplay. Callie continued to stroke while she bent her neck forward to lick my cockhead. I slumped to the floor in pleasure, my huge balls coming within reach of Diane's plump hands. She didn't miss a beat and started rubbing them and licking them and playing with them. I was in heaven. I came in to Callie's waiting mouth. Her cheeks puffed out immediately and some of the cum dribbled down her front. She swallowed the constant stream. Already the effects were showing. Callie's middle bulged out like she was 7 months pregnant and her hips and ass began to flare outwards, snapping her overworked panties. Before I was done cumming, Callie removed her lips from my cock and moved my cockhead to her crotch. There was no way I could fit inside her but she rubbed my grapefruit sized head against her clit and hole and worked herself to an orgasm. She managed to force the tip of my cock into her as I continued to cum. The clit-rubbing had sent me over the edge and I came inside her big time. Finally, Callie popped off the end of my cock while I was still coming. Diane, seizing the opportunity, wrestled the fat cock into her hands and shoved the head into her mouth. She sucked off the remaining cum and, with expert manipulation of my cock and balls, made me cum again. I couldn't resist her services despite my earlier promise. Diane swallowed it all. We were all lying on the floor, panting and exhausted from the sexual escapades that just happened. I've never been in a threesome before. I was on my back staring up at the ceiling. I felt my softening cock resting across my torso and over my shoulder, my glans somewhere a few feet behind my head. My ballsack was spread across my legs to my shins, the balls themselves off to either side of them. I craned my neck to see that they had grown substantially. They were like - I don't know - dinosaur eggs. Each ball started at my hip and reached my knee before ending. I doubt I could walk anymore. Shifting my penis so I could at least sit up, I glanced at my surroundings. Diane has a blissful sleepy look on her face. She had grown again. The fat on her shoulders had begun to cover her head. Her arms had gotten so fat that it looked like her upper arms were giant pancakes. Her arms were draped on her boobs in front of her, superman-style. I don't think she could move them anymore. Her boobs had shifted position. The fat from her belly had pushed them forward so that her tits splayed out before her. Her loaf-sized nipples weren't far from where I sat. I couldn't resist tweaking them a little. Diane quivered mightly with a sleepy grin on her face. Her humongous ass jiggled up in the air and waves of fat slapped into the wall. I think some plaster cracked. Then I remembered Callie. Worried, I quickly scanned the room for her. I quickly caught site of her - or what I assumed to be her... She was lying prone on her back, knees up and legs facing me, in a puddle of my cum. She seemed to be breathing. I could tell because her fat quivered and rose rythimically. Yes, fat. From the angle that I could see, Callie had gotten huge. Well, at least huge relative to a regular person. Her ass cheeks stretched out three feet from end to end. Her large thighs touched despite angling out from her body. Her belly rested on them and behind them. I could see the underside of it reach up and nearly be level with the top of her bent knees. "Oh crap," I whispered. I got my legs out from under my balls and got into a kneeling position. My balls were propped up against my thighs while my dick stretched out along the ground before me. It was longer than before. It nearly stretched out to where Callie was laying. Diane seemed to have fallen asleep. I did my best not to wake her. "Callie?" I whispered, "Callie?" "Hmm-hmmmm?" I heard her moan. She might have been falling asleep herself, "Hey Pat..." "Callie, get up. I'm so sorry for what happened. Get up," I pleaded. "Oh Pat, you worry too much," murmured Callie sleepily. She worked herself into a sitting position. Sitting diamond-legged, her new fat belly spilled into the space between her knees. Plump hands rested on the kneecaps. Her breasts didn't escape the growth - they were quite large, an E cup at least, though they were overshadowed by her belly. I was surprised at how large they had gotten - it must have been when she worked her pussy with my cock. My flaccid cock stirred with the thought. "Oh! Why hello there Mr. Penis!" Callie's eyes lit up as she tried to bend forward to grasp my cock, "Oof!" she grunted. Her belly was getting in the way, much to her consternation. She shifted her new bulk so that she was on her hands and knees. Her fleshy belly and tits wobbled with the effort. I even noticed how the fat on her upper arms started to make a roll over her elbows. She had to be close to 300 lbs now. She made a move to reach for my cock. "Callie, NO!" I whispered harshly, "You're the only one with a modicum of normalcy here. We need you right now." Was I the only one with any sense right now? Were all girls sex-craved vixens? Where were these girls when I was in high school? She sat back, her now huge ass resting on her heels, hands on top her thighs. She made a pouty face. Diane stirred but did not wake up. It was amazing how large she was. So here we were, both kneeling and facing each other. Me with my cock and balls resting on the ground and stretching five feet in front of me, and Callie with her newfound belly and tits resting heavily on her fat thighs. Diane was snoring softly on my right. I couldn't believe it. I stared at my ex-girlfriend trying to come to terms with our situation. "Okay, fine," Callie finally said, as she worked her way to a standing position, "What do you need me to do?" Her fat body was still shaking from the effort of standing. I found it hard to concentrate. Shaking my head clear, I told her, "We need you to order a ton of food to your apartment, get it, and bring it back here. Go to the grocery store if you need to. Take my credit card - my dad pays it off anyway and he can afford it." "Will do, Captain Commander!" Callie gave a mock-salute then glanced wistfully at my dick, "See you soon, Mr. Penis." I sighed. I remembered some of the reasons why we broke up. Callie busied herself putting on the t-shirt she brought over - it was incredibly tight on her now - and struggled to put on the sweats. They barely fit over her rear, even with the drawstring at it's loosest. Callie's enlarged nipples and the distinct outline of her breasts were visible through the tight shirt. The pants and the shirt did not quite meet over her belly. "You know, Pat, I never really liked working out," said Callie, "I really do enjoy eating and living the good life, you know? But I was just trying to fit in with the mainstream. I never lost any weight working out because I always ate like a pig after. This...situation...is a kind of blessing in disguise. It really liberates me, in a way. I just thought I'd share that with you." "You really feel that way?" I responded. Do all girls secretly wish to be fat? "Of course," she answered, "There's no realistic way that I could get back down to a normal weight with this body of mine now - so why bother? I'm going to enjoy this. In fact..." Callie bent down to scoop up some of my cum on the floor. She slurped back two handfuls. "Ugh, kinda salty," she grimaced, "It's not quite the same as when we're in the heat of the moment. I won't be doing that again." Even as she said that, I saw her shirt get a little tighter, her ass get a little bigger, and the gap between sweats and shirt grow a little larger. "Huh! The stuff works fast!" remarked Callie, "You and I are going to get down to business when I get back. I want to reach that point of no return. No more guilt trips for me!" She grabbed my card from my wallet and worked her way to the door. She stopped suddenly. "Hey, a scale!" Callie quickly climbed on and leaned forward to read the weight, "294lbs. Not bad. We can do better, though." She winked at me as she walked out the door, her fat jiggling all the while. I sat back and started to think. *** The sun was beginning to set as Callie just finished bringing in the last load of food into my apartment. Apparently she got the local grocery store to deliver some real food so that we weren't just living off cold pizza and chinese food for the next few days. She did get an awful lot - my dad was going to tear me a new one. I found that I could walk if I walked really slowly and slung my dick over my shoulder. I was really kidding when I told Diane that hours ago. Diane giggled when she saw me walk like that the first time. I told her it wasn't funny. "There! That's the last of it," Callie huffed as she put down the last grocery bag, "I got some movies, too, in case we get bored later." What did she think this was, a party? "Callie, we're hear to figure out what's going on and what to do about, not revel in it," I started. "Oh quit being a killjoy!" retorted Callie, "You always were with your 'thinking' and 'worrying'! Come on! Let loose a little!" It did turn out to be a good night, from what I remember...