Additions Explained --------------------- by guhbone "Here, Patrick, I'll make you a little something to drink," said Callie as she waddled off to the kitchen. Even as frustrated and confused as I was, I still stared at her wide backside as she made her way across the living room of my apartment. "*Ahem*," I heard behind me. Diane! Red faced, I turned towards my girlfriend. She had managed to cross her amazingly fat arms and stared at me accusingly from atop her breasts. Unexpectedly she broke into a smile. "Oh, I'm just kidding Patrick," she laughed, "Just so long as you remember where the good stuff is." She shook her ass side to side. With her lying on her front, the massive globes of her ass swayed in a mesmerizing motion The tremors across her humongous body quivered for minutes. I still had a hard time wrapping my head around how fat she was. I ballparked her weight at over a ton. Her belly, lying on the floor on her front like she was, stretched out six feet in either direction. Her pontoon sized breasts were splayed out before her, capped with a loaf sized nipple and areola the size of hubcaps. Her ass, which was still quaking rythimcally, was pockmarked with cellulite and big enough to reach eyelevel. I felt a sudden urge to jump onto it and caress, squeeze and lick that ass for all I was worth. My worry overpowered that urge, though. "Oh Diane, what are we going to do?" I moaned as I nestled myself between her soft breasts. Her soft, smooth, large breasts. "Oh, quit your bitchin', Pat." I turned around within Diane's cleavage to see Callie coming back into the room. She handed me my drink and one to Diane. I leaned back into Diane's tits and chugged mine back in one gulp. Diane seemed relieved, though I couldn't figure out why. My head felt really woozy all of a sudden and my vision blurred a little. "What was in this drink, anyway?" I asked. "Oh, just a little something something to help you relax," she replied with a smirk. My mind felt detached from my body. "Woowee," I think I said. The drink had hit me like a Diane-sized ton of bricks. "Stll, we need to - holy crap." I balanced myself against the sofa as I stood up. "Need to figure out what... what was...is...going on." "I said it before and I'll say it again: quit being a killjoy!" retorted Callie, "Come on and let loose a little! Besides, I think Diane knows what's going on." Diane took a sharp intake of breath. I looked at her accusingly, even as I felt like I was about to topple over. Diane looked to me, then to Callie, then back to me. Callie had her fists resting on her ample hips. "Eep," mumbled Diane. *** Diane's explanation was something else. "So a few months ago, I stole the statue from my prof's office. I didn't think he'd miss it - he had a bunch of them," Diane went on, "It was Venus of Willendorf statue my archeology prof has. Back in my apartment, I made a prayer and a wish and I guess it was granted." She shrugged her fat shoulders. "So what? You wished that every time I come in you you get bigger tits and I get a bigger dick? And that when I come in your mouth my balls get bigger and you get fatter?" I was incredulous, even in my haze. Somehow, I found another drink in my hand. I sipped at it absentmindedly. "No, nothing like that!" she interjected, "I just wished for her blessing!" I raised an eyebrow. "I...I figure that it must be it! My prof told me she represented a goddess of fertility and sexuality, and I guess that means huge sex organs and a curvacious body like hers! I really don't know!" Diane pleaded. This was just too much for me to handle - there's no such thing as magic, especially centuries-old kind of Mother Earth Gaia stuff. I told her so. "Really, Patrick, it must be it! Just open your mind past that rigid science mentality you're stuck in," implored Diane, "It's the only thing that makes sense." I sighed. Nothing was making sense. It didn't help that my mind seemed really foggy. I asked, "Where is the statue now?" "It's in my bookbag, in the bedroom." Callie promptly got up and walked down the hall towards the bedroom. Well, maybe not promptly. Her 294lb body had a little more inertia that she was used to. She swayed a bit herself walking down the hall. "Found it!" I heard from the bedroom. "Do you think you could use it to, you know, reverse us?" The grammar didn't sound quite right in my own ears. I was having a difficult time concentrating. Diane's tits were there, naked and huge. I nearly reached down to start pawing them before I caught myself. Callie was coming back down the hall at a waddling trot, the statue in hand. *** Diane held the small fat statue in her hand. The statue's vulva, breasts and belly were large and swollen, and was a fair reprensentation of Diane back when she was smaller, some 1600 or so pounds ago. The statue's tiny but flabby arms were folded over her large breasts and it had no visible face - it kind of looked like she was wearing a braided toque or hat. Diane was staring at the statue intently. "Well?" I asked after some time had passed. "That's it," she replied calmly. I was half-expecting some sort of magical light show, like in a Harry Potter movie, or even a puff of smoke, but not nothing. "Really? What did you do?" I asked. "I just thought really hard about what I wanted, just like last time," she replied, "some 'modicum of normalcy', as you so eloquently put it." "Oh okay," I just realized I was looking down at an empty cup. Or maybe two. I think my vision was doubling up. Diane's massive cleavage, in which I was nestled in just moments before, was looking mighty inviting. Diane's plump face was smiling up at me. Almost of its own volition, my body crept back between the walls formed by Diane's left and right breast. I layed down between them with my arms eagle-spread overtop and tongued with Diane. My dick was resting on the ground and sticking out beyond the ends of her tits. I ran my tongue around the inside of Diane's mouth, and she moaned appreciatively. I kissed her cheek and suckled her ear and worked my way down the side of her face. I moved my head down deeper into her cleavage, running my tongue along her smooth skin. Her tit flesh pushed in on either side of my head, muffling the outside world. I could feel someone working the head of my cock some 3 feet behind me, and realized Callie was kneeling at the front of Diane's tits, one hand guiding my dick into her mouth and the other playing with one of Diane's fat nipples. The buzz from the drinks was really getting to me as I worked one arm underneath one of Diane's massive tits. Even stretching my arm out as far as it could go, it didn't reach the other side. I felt it's great weight weigh down on my arm as I kneaded the flesh with my hand. Callie's ministrations increased in fervency and I felt myself build towards a climax. I came into Callie's waiting mouth. Laying as I was under Diane's massive tits, when I shook with the force of the orgasm, it sent shockwaves through Diane's titflesh. I felt the wall of her tits slap me against my face as I came in a gushing stream. When the orgasm subsided I could hear Diane's muffled voice. I forced my way into a sitting position, using her tits as leverage. "Oh god Patrick, suck my tits!" Diane was still in the throes of passion. I crawled out from between my girlfriend's cleavage, relishing the feel of her tits brushing the sides of my body. I saw a much fatter Callie on her knees and elbows already working on Diane's left nipple. Callie's fat hips swayed in the air and her belly and tits rested on floor and crept outwards. I pulled my cock and balls into a position that allowed me to work on Diane's other nipple. In my daze, I grabbed her fat nipple in both hands. Even though I was unable to wrap my hands completely around it, I brought it up to my mouth and sucked. I felt Diane's entire tit quiver as a wave of titflesh pushed against me. Even as the waves of pleasure increased, my mind never lost concentration on Diane's nipple. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I could hear Diane above the frenzy. My eyes widened in shock as I felt a liquid shoot into my mouth. It was warm and slightly sweet and incredibly delicious. I sucked back more and felt tingly all over. Whatever Callie gave me was still working it's magic. I chuckled a bit to myself at the thought of magic. The shock of the breastmilk faded under the soothing affects of whatever drug Callie slipped me. I glanced over at Callie through my half-closed eyes to see her continue to to grow even fatter, sucking on Diane's tit. Her tits were growing a lot, too, I noticed. Callie sat back on to her wide ass and fingered her own nipples even as her tits expanded. The basketball sized orbs rested heavily on her swelling middle. With the combined effects of my cum and Diane's milk, her lower belly filled her lap, spread across the floor and crept towards her ankles. Her fat ass crept out behind her and to her sides. Her nipples finally grew out of her reach as her tits swelled into flabby beachballs and began to reach towards their own section of the floor. Callie was pushing 700lbs and still growing. I felt Diane's tits push up against me and I realized she grew some more from her titplay-induced orgasm. At least her tits did, anyway. Everything was a little hazy. I shuffled back a bit as Diane's enlarging pontoons forced me closer to the wall. Watching Diane's tits grow even more impossibly huge and Callie's fat rolls swell was getting me really hot and bothered. I needed sex. My seven foot boner was a testament to that. I found a third drink sitting on the passthrough to the kitchen and impulsively gulped it down. Things started to get very patchy after that. I had gotten up and walked around to Diane's rear. Pressed up against the wall as I was, I still somehow managed to direct my hard cock into the deep crevice formed by her asscheeks and four-foot wide thighs. I felt her wet pussy with my cock as I pushed the grapefruit sized head into it. It was a tight fit. I saw Callie stand up at the front of Diane's tit. Her massive belly hung nearly to the floor and wobbled mightly with the effort from standing. Fat arms rest outwards upon rolls of fat resting on her five-foot wide hips. Big tits obscured her upper arms and upper belly and hung all the way to her hips, despite the bloated middle they were resting on. They had to be the size of bean bag chairs. The site of her just turned me on more as I rammed my girlfriend from behind. Even though I couldn't get very deep into Diane, my cock was carressed by the smooth sides of her overgrown thighs and underside of her massive apron from below. Diane's bulked rocked back and forth in rhythm with my thrusts. Callie took heavy shuffling steps to Diane's big nipple and fell upon it with fervor. I closed my eyes and felt the room whirl. I was wasted, fucking my oversized girlfriend with my oversized cock while my former and formerly small girlfriend sucked on a massive tit. I came again and blacked out. *** I woke up lazily and scratched my balls. Sunlight streamed in through the window into my eyes and forced me to squint. Lazily, with my eyes half-closed, I walked into the kitchen and started to make a pot of coffee. My cock slapped my upper thigh lightly. Suddenly I woke up fully and stared at my equipment. It wasn't freakishly massive anymore! My cock only hung down to the top of my knee and my balls were only the size of my fist! I was estatic! I let out a wild whoop. "GAH!" I screamed as a splitting headache pounded inside of my skull. The wild antics of last night were taking their toll. But even as the throbbing headache inflicted its pain upon me, it couldn't lessen the joy and relief I felt. Diane's work with the Venus of Willendorf must have worked! Diane! I looked up through the passthrough of my kitchen into the living room expectantly only to find it empty. "Diane?" I heard the toilet flush from down the hall. I left the kitchen to see Callie squeezing her way out of the washroom. She was still incredibly fat, though not as fat as I remember her from my fuzzy memory of last night. She was wearing her once-baggy shirt on her ample frame. It barely contained her massive tits and her belly was in full view, resting halfway down her plump thighs. Her hips nearly touched the walls. My eyes snapped back to her monstrous tits - they were even bigger than Diane's N cups from yesterday. "Hey! You're awake!" exclaimed Callie, "I just got up myself. Wow, what a night we had!" I just nodded as Callie continued on. "I got so fat I couldn't move! My belly was sooo big it reached past my feet and forced my legs way apart. My fat boobs rested on the ground to either side of me, and my ass! My ass was massive! I had to have been seven feet wide and like 1000 lbs!" she said with a glint in her eye, "It was awesome! I woke up to find myself much, much smaller, but I'm still big, sexy and fat!" I couldn't remember any of this. She bounced up as best she could from under all that flab and sent her rolls wobbling. Working her arms past her huge tits, she grabbed a handful of fat and shook her belly from side to side. Fat slapped heavily against the walls. She smiled as she stared at her bulk sway. She then looked up at me, hugged me with her fat arms and kissed me. My body was pressed deeply in to her soft flesh. I pushed away from her frantically. I couldn't help but notice how deeply my hands sunk into her belly. "Fine. I was just trying to show my appreciation," stated Callie, "Heh, it looks like you didn't completely escape all of the effects of last night either." She glanced meaningfully at my own midsection. Confused, I looked down myself and was shocked to see a sizeable pot belly where once was flat abs. I'm a skinny guy, no more than 155lbs soaking wet, but this was something else. I didn't notice it before when I first woke up, but I could see it now. A pot belly obscured the base of my cock from my view, and I could grab little lovehandles. I reached around and grabbed my own ass, and was surprised to feel my hand sink in a little. What the hell happened? "It was from the breast milk, Pat," explained Callie, obviously reading the look of confusion on my face, "You were pretty damn fat yourself. Probably 350lbs." I had a tough time imagining me at 350lbs. I shook my head and refocused my thoughts. "Where's Diane?" I cut in. I needed to see her. "Diane? She crawled off to bed sometime ago," Callie replied, "She got skinny like me, too." "You'd better go," I finished. "Fine. I'll just go get my stuff," Callie said neutrally. We awkwardly shuffled past each other in the hall. Callie's soft fat belly pressed up against me as I worked my way past her in the hall. I think that she was intentionally trying to make me feel her up but I was having none of it - my mind was focused on Diane. I heard the floorboards creak behind me as I rushed down the hallway, my cock slapping loudly against my thigh. "I'm just going to grab my stuff," I heard Callie yell down the hall. Glass clinked from the kitchen. "Are you guys coming to the party tonight?" Callie hollered as I reach the bedroom. "Yeah, whatever!" I yelled back. I rushed to open the bedroom door. Diane was laying on her back, the sunlight from the morning caressing her form. In the soft morning light I could make out her body. She was still fat, but nothing like before. Her belly completely covered her wide upper thighs and knees, but didn't reach past mid-shin. Her hips flared out to take up most of the bed. Over the rise of her belly I could make two large mounds that had to be her tits. I sighed in relief. Diane was okay. "P..Patrick?" I heard Diane's sleepy voice say. "I'm here Diane," I replied, a smile creeping onto my face. I walked over to the bedside. Diane was blinking against the bright light from outside. "Patrick, you're normal again!" she cried happily, "And look at me Patrick, I'm skinny again. The statue worked!" Her fat arms came up to rest on her belly. She squeezed lightly into her flabby midsection and lifted a roll. Waves of fat undulated across her body. She then corralled her massive tits with her arms and hugged them. She could barely bring her hands together as her tits nearly smothered her face. I smiled as I looked down at her and she smiled back. "Make love to me Patrick," she breathed from between her tits. Still smiling, I crawled on to the bed beside her and kissed her softly. My dick started to get hard as it rubbed against her belly. Still kissing passionately, Diane lifted her belly apron and guided my 19" cock into her waiting sex. Slowly I pushed into her, against the resistance her belly provided. I gently tweaked a thumb sized nipple as I rocked gently back and forth, relishing the moment. Diane gasped and opened her eyes, her beautiful lips forming a 'Oh' shape. I began to thrust a little faster. I felt myself sink into Diane's soft belly fat as my rhythm increased. Diane's plump hands found my new small lovehandles and carressed them. I pumped harder. Waves of fat pushed in to Diane's chin as I thrusted long strokes with my dick. The simple back and forth motion that got us started quickly evolved into more elaborate play as I found what hit her well and what didn't with my new 19" dick. Moans quickly turned into groans and groans turned into gasps of pleasure, and as I found her spot, Diane started to orgasm, quaking underneath me. I couldn't hold back anymore and shot my load right into her, both our eyes squeezed shut against the pleasure. The glow subsided as I pulled my softening cock out and laid beside my girlfriend. No unexpected additions appeared on our bodies. My cock didn't get longer and Diane's tits didn't swell bigger. It seemed the magic was truly gone. I found myself smiling at this thought. "I'll always be yours, Diane," I said into her ear. "And I will be yours, Patrick," came her sweet reply as we fell asleep in each other's arms. *** My cock and balls still formed a prominent bulge inside of my shorts, but it wasn't as noticeable as before. My own belly overshadowed it a bit and my thicker thighs reduced the contrast. I didn't remember getting fat last night at all. Stepping on the scale, I found myself to be hovering around 220lbs. I felt plump arms reach under my own to cup my small manboobs. "I kinda like them," Diane cooed into my ear. I felt her belly and boobs press into my back. I spun inside her arms and hugged her close. With her boobs as big as they were, I had a tough time getting my hands to touch. It was really no surprise. Even though Diane was still pearshaped, she still measured 68" under the bust, and a whopping 88" around the bust. We guessed it put her in the S-cup range. Her belly, as best as we could measure what with her deep belly button hanging so far down, was 77" around. Her massively wide hips and gigantic ass exceeded the length of the 108" tape measure I owned by at least half a foot. She was pushing 120" around the hips! Her impressive upper body was supported by 51" thighs, though they were difficult to measure with her belly apron hanging just past her knees. Her legs tappered into shapely 29" calves and plump feet. Diane shook her head to learn that her calves were now bigger around than her waist used to be. The scale hid an even bigger surprise. Diane now clocked in at an earth-shaking 631 lbs. It was no surprise to learn that the 5XL stretch pants I ran out and bought her were stretch to their limit. A tent-like t-shirt was drapped over her upper body. No bra I could find would ever contain her mellons, so they were resting braless on her belly, the fat orbs clearly outlined under her shirt. We were getting ready to go for lunch at Burger Baron. At Diane's insistance, we invited Callie along. She was waiting for us in the livingroom. "That's nice, honey, but I'm still going to try my best to lose them," I replied. My loosest shirt was tight on me now and none of my pants fit properly. I had to buy new clothes, too. My dad is going to freak at this months credit card bill. But whatever now, things were at least somewhat back to normal. We left the bedroom and walked to the livingroom. Diane had to squeeze through the doorway sideways and I could hear her hips brush against the walls occasionally. Callie had her 512 lb bulk resting on our sofa. Standing too long for either of them was a strain. I helped Callie heave herself up so we could leave. Callie and Diane seemed to have really hit it off. I could hear them chattering away behind me as they waddled towards the elevator. On the surface they didn't seem to have much in common - Callie was in Business Admin with a focus in Accounting and Diane was taking Geology with a focus in paleontology. Diane likes romance novels while Callie doesn't much like reading at all. Callie liked watching contact sports like hockey and rugby while Diane preferred playing soccer. Well, at least she used to. Both giggled at this, chins wobbling. We all stepped on the elevator, the thing groaning omninously. It was a tight fit but we managed. Unfortunately, the elevator refused to go on. It just gave a warning buzz instead. Suspecting the cause, I glanced up at the certificate on the wall to read that the Maximum Weight Allowed was 1100 lbs. Both girls guffawed at this as Callie stepped off the elevator. Life was really going to be different from now on. Diane was resting on the bench in the lobby while we waited for Callie's elevator to come down. She was breathless from both the standing and the quick make-out session in the elevator. Both Callie and I helped lift her up off the low bench. We stopped 3 more times to let girls catch their breath on the way to my car. With such rapid weightgain, their muscles didn't have time to build up to the strain. Frankly, I was surprised they did as well as they did. Even getting into the car was a struggle. I was pushed nearly to the steering wheel as I pulled my seat forward to make room for Callie's big body in the backseat, and Diane's belly reached the dashboard even with her seat all the way back. Closing Diane's door proved difficult and she had to shift her ass closer to mine to get it to shut. The shocks were bottomed out. We got a lot of stares when we walked into Burger Baron. Diane ignored it while Callie positively reveled in the attention. The two of them squeezed into a booth near the front, their boobs resting on the table, while I waited in line to make our order. Two double Baron Classics, two Baron-sized fries and two chocolate milkshakes. Diane thought that sounded good, so she wanted the same but with bacon. I was getting a supersized Baron Bacon Classic myself. I was feeling kinda hungry. When I brought the food to the table, the girls positively attacked their meals. I barely finished off the last bite of my burger when Diane finished off her entire meal. She was still hungry, and I offered to get her more, but she insisted she get it herself. I got off the edge of the bench to let Diane squeeze out, her heavy breasts gliding along the tabletop and slapping her belly when she turned to get out. She waddled slowly to the line, her fat ass jiggling madly and her thighs pushing her belly apron forward. Even with her massive ass for counterbalance, Diane still had to lean back to keep herself from tipping forward. The small teenager manning the cash register looked frightened. Diane returned with four more double burgers, a large onion ring, and two more drinks for her and Callie. When she sat down beside me her hips pushed me up against the wall. I took the opportunity to place my hand on her thigh, but had to be satisfied with a fat knee - Diane's belly rested over everything else. I sat mesmerized while she finished off her second meal. "So, are you guys coming to the party tonight?" asked Callie as she slurped down the last of her latest drink, "It's over at the Beta Iota Gamma house on campus. It'll be a blast!" Diane quickly agreed. *** We drove Callie back to the apartment complex and let her out. Diane wanted to do some clothes shopping for herself before the party. We went to the mall and visited all the plus-sized shops. Diane finally settled on a nice blue flowery dress and matching sandles. She managed to find a bra that fit, somewhat, over her massive boobs. The band size was far too large, but the breasts themselves overfilled the cups and made it still too tight. It would have to do for now - the custom bras she ordered wouldn't be in for two weeks. The look on the salesperson's face was priceless when she told Diane her measuresments 67T-cup. I got myself some nice shirts and a new loose pair of jeans while Diane waited on the bench in front of the store. I caught the cute little salesgirl staring at my bulging package when I was picking them out. Her face went even redder when I asked her opinion on the jeans back in the changeroom area. She stammered a yes before helping another customer. I laughed softly to myself as I went back into the changeroom. When I had gotten the jeans I was trying on off, the door to the changeroom suddenly opened and the salesgirl slipped inside. My mouth dropped open - I was speechless. Her eyes immediately went to my crotch, my penis clearly outlined in the boxer-briefs. "Holy crap the thing IS real," she breathed to herself. Unsure on how to react, I just stood there dumbly. She knelt before me and rolled down my boxers. She reached in with her small delicate hand and pulled my monster penis out. Staring at it while it grew hard under her stroking hands, her mouth opened in a little. She mouthed a 'Holy Crap' when I was fully erect. Cupping my balls in one hand, jacking me off with the other, the girl closed her eyes and began sucking. My cockhead, though nowhere near as big as before, still cause the small girl's cheek to bulge. About five inches would disappear inside of it. I could do nothing but hang on to the walls of the changeroom. She then began to use both hands to stroke me fast as her blowjob increased with intensity. Fleeting thoughts skimmed across my mind as my climax neared. With a muffled grunt I let loose a torrent of semen into the tiny girl's mouth as she sucked with an intense fervor I didn't expect. Cups of cum streamed from me down her throat. Even as I was softening I could see the most unexpected changes happen to her - her former 100lb body began to quickly plump up. Her low-rider jeans were forced down her hips and her button eventually snapped and the zipper unzipped. Even so, fat quickly filled the intervening space and spilled over the waistband. A fat belly formed on her formerly flat abs, causing her tight black shirt to ride up under her petite breasts. No, there wasn't anything 'petite' about them anymore. It was obvious her breasts were growing, too. They were approaching C-cup size and didn't show any signs of slowing. The snapped bra strap was outlined on her plumping side. My mind raced. Why were her tits growing? That never happened with Diane. Why is she growing so much so fast? Why is she growing at all? I was in a bit of a panic. I pulled up my boxers, put on my pants, bought the clothes and left quickly, leaving the girl still growing in the changeroom with a glazed look on her face. Her low-riders were ripping at the seams and her breasts had began to overflow her shirt, fat nipples clearly visible when I left her. I felt like a cad for what just happened and how I handled it. Leaving the store, I saw that Diane had disappeared. This just increased my panic as I quickly walked down the mall, searching frantically for the 630 lb woman that was my girlfriend. I found Diane in the mall food court, with her surrounded by a sampling from a half-dozen different fast food places. We left with me carrying the shopping bags and her carrying two ice cream cones. She didn't notice the panicked look on my face, so enthralled was she with her ice cream cones. They were gone before we reached the car. I managed to calm myself down in that time. I didn't tell Diane what happened. *** Back at the apartment Diane modelled her dress before me, with me complimenting her appreciatively. I managed to force the episode at the mall out of my mind, and began looking forward to tonight's party. Diane looked killer in her new dress. We made love one last time before we left, this time with Diane on top. My free hands explored her body lovingly. Even though we both came, no visible growth occurred. We grabbed Callie and walked to the Beta Iota Gamma house, the last of the sun's rays fading into darkness by the time we shuffled to the door. Diane looked radiant in her blue sundress, and I had to admit Callie looked hot in her orange and yellow outfit, which showed a generous amount of cleavage. I had to admit this because Diane wouldn't let me get away with a non-committal grunt when Callie asked me how she looked. Both girls noticed the semi creeping down my jeans at the sight of them. The party was in full swing when we entered, with some Finger Eleven blaring in the background. Callie took her tote with the drinks to the kitchen area while Diane and I made our way to the great room. I overheard some snippets of conversation on the way: "...Did you hear about Kathy Morgan? She really blimped out today." "Yeah, she used to be such a pretty little thing, 5"2', 100 lbs, tight ass. Now she's like 185." "Huge tits, though, wow. They're like triple-Ds now...." Oh crap, I thought to myself. I hoped that wasn't who I thought it was. Pushing today's earlier incident out of my mind, I directed Diane to a couch and sat her down. After getting her some snacks from the snack bar, I went to the kitchen to get us some drinks. I saw Callie mixing a drink in a huge punch bowl with what looked to be a paralyzer. Three empty jugs of milk, an empty vodka bottle, an empty kahlua bottle and an empty bottle of Coke sat on the counter next to her. I reached into her tote to pull out my mix and booze and saw several more jugs of milk inside. "That's a lot of milk," I remarked to her as I made Diane a Fuzzy Navel, her favorite drink. "Hoo yeah," said Callie devilishly, "Tonight's going to be awesome." She carried the large punch bowl to the main party, the weight of it resting on her fat tits. I could hear her yell out "Free Drinks!!" to a chorus of cheers as she entered the great room. I poured myself a rye and coke and went there myself. People were surrounding the punch bowl and filling plastic cups. There were only dregs left and a bunch of smiling faces within minutes. Free alcohol was a sure way to get university students motivated. Over the course of the next few hours I visited with friends from classes, talked about homework and assignments and the upcoming midterms. I proceeded to get nice and hammered. Diane and I danced to a couple of songs, and she and Callie feasted on the snacks. Callie was obviously having a blast, dancing with whoever she could and mixing more of the punch when it ran out. As the night wore on, I started to notice...changes... in the crowd. It seemed a face was fuller her, a dress tighter there. But it wasn't everyone, so I figured it must be my imagination. Everyone was getting pretty drunk by that point, even Diane, who was dancing with Callie at the moment, just off to the side of the dance floor. "Have you tried Callie's punch yet?" asked my friend Brent, "It's fucking awesome!" I did a double take. "Brent?" I started. Brent used to be only a little bulkier than me, before my own weightgain, but right now he looked like he had 40lbs on me. His jeans were strained to the max, his hairy belly hanging out there. A prominent bulge could be seen at his crotch. "Damn straight! WOO!" Brent yelled as he worked his way back to the dance floor, a cup filled with paralyzer in each hand. I took a closer look as I scanned the crowd. Nearly everyone was different, as far as I could tell. Tara, a classmate of mine from Computer Science 170, was bursting out of her top, her surprising big fun bags bouncing all over the place. She only had B-cups when I saw her last. A distinctive jiggle of fat overlapped jeans four sizes too small as she danced to Shakira's latest hit. Tom, her boyfriend, was tubbier too, and it looked like he shoved a sock down his pants. Crystal, a short plump girl already, was noticably plumper, the underside of her belly visible, slapping off her thighs. Karen, a skinny cheerleader, was sporting a pair of double-DDs and rubbing her now-plump ass against George, the backup quarterback, his huge erection visibly outline against his new belly. Jill, already busty, had at least a G-cup going. Yvette's shirt was riding up to reveal a flabby gut jiggling to the beat of the music. Joanne's ass was just about bursting out of her jeans. Bob had a massive outline along the inside of his now tight dockers. Omar's penis actually hung out the end of his dress shorts. Lucy was swinging her removed bra around her head, her new E-cups bouncing side to side in concert with her new 50" waist. Janet was busy struggling out of her newly tight pants, fat thighs jiggling wildly. Everwhere I looked, people were swelling. All the girls' tits were at least 3 cup sizes bigger, all the guys' crotches looked huge, and everyone looked to be around 50 lbs heavier, sometimes much more. Danielle, who used to be a 120 lb bombshell, was a 240 lb dynamo with volleyball sized tits. She downed the rest of her drink and promptly swelled some more, ripping through her clothes and adding 30 lbs and another 2 cup sizes. She let out a big whoo as the guy she was dancing with went down and nuzzled his face in her belly fat. The growth seemed to be accelerating, and people seemed to be stripping down to their underwear or less as their clothes became too restrictive. Inhibitions seemed to be stripped down, too. I noticed more than one blowjob going on, most of the guy's sporting a foot long rod and the chicks sporting a fat spare tire. I thought I saw one couple having sex in the back. I quickly spotted Callie and Diane again, even though their massive size no longer stood out as much in the crowd. They didn't see me as I made my way over to them through the crowd. Focused as I was, I was scared half to death when a girl cut in front of me. I yelp and took a step backwards. "I thought you looked familiar..." she said. I didn't recognize her. She was a sight to behold, though. At least 350 lbs, in nothing but her underwear, she was sporting some of the largest tits around, outside of Diane and Callie. The zeppelins were in the K cup range and topped with the perkiest little pink nipples. Wide sexy hips hid behind a fat jiggling belly apron. She took a drink from her cup. Her tits swelled just a bit more, and her apron crept just a bit lower. She looked up at me from her pretty dark eyes, "You're the guy from the mall." I finally recognized her as the salesgirl from the jeans store. "K-Kathy Morgan?" I stuttered. Drunk as I was, I couldn't help but get a raging hard-on as this topless beauty stood before me. "You know my name!" Her eyes lit up, "And I don't even know yours. I don't even care, though. You and I have some unfinished business." She glanced meaningfully at my hard cock snaking its way down my leg. Kathy used her considerable bulk to push me up against the wall. Even though she was 8 inches shorter than me, I couldn't break free from her grasp. I just saw Diane's massive backend waddle into an ajoining room before Kathy had me against the wall and went down on her knees. With nimble fingers, Kathy had my pants undone and down to my ankles in moments. My cock sprang free, nearly hitting her in the chin. Using the expert technique from the changeroom on me again, it wasn't long before I gave in to the moment and let loose another volley of cum right into Kathy's waiting mouth. The growth was nearly instant. Her fat belly quickly swelled to fill the space between her and my legs, pressing me farther against the wall. Her ass ripped her stressed panties to shreds and grew so large that in flowed over her feet onto the ground. Her tits exploded towards me and quickly grew to P-cup size before stopping nearly as quickly. With her eyes glazed and rolling back in her head with pleasure, I gingerly stepped out and around her fat belly. My pants were lost somewhere under her bulk, but I pulled up my shorts over my flaccid member. I scanned the crowd again for Callie. I had a bone to pick with her. *** "You spiked the punch with breast milk, didn't you!" I yelled out. I had pulled a naked Callie into the deserted kitchen. She had completely undressed on the dance floor and was rubbing her fat ass against some poor drunk schmuck. He had a 14" boner and a fat belly to match with a drink in each hand. Callie probably picked him out at the start of the night and was feeding him drinks notstop. "Cheers hotcakes!" I heard him say as I dragged Callie away by her arm. He downed his two drinks in quick succession and I saw him blimp out another 40 lbs and his cock stretch out another 2 inches. I growled in anger. "You spiked the punch with breast milk from last night," I continued. I noticed that all but one of the milk jugs Callie brought with her were completely empty. "You did it while we were passed out!" "Settle down, Pat!" shot back a drunken Callie, "Everyone is having a good time! Christ! It's not like you've had any! And it doesn't even seem to affect Diane." "Damnit Callie, what were you thinking?" I railed into her, "I can't let you do this anymore! Making yourself fat in one thing, but making a hundred people fat is crazy!" "So what? Back off Pat." Callie tore her arm from my grip. "I saw you with that slut Kathy," said Callie threateningly, her fat index finger boring into my chest, "You breathe a word of this to anyone, and I'll let Diane in on your dirty little secret." "You're blackmailing me?" I spat out. I was aghast. "I made my own prayer with the Venus statue, Pat," Callie continued, "Sure, you won't magically inflate Diane anymore, but anyone else who gets you off is in for a big growth spurt. Including me." Callie pretty much tackled me and pinned me down under her 512 lb body. Actually, I think she was even bigger now. Her belly rested heavily on my chest, restricting my breathing. My arms were pinned under thighs. "You know what Pat? I think you need a taste of the punch," Callie snickered, "I want to FEEL you inside me." She reached up to the counter and grabbed the remaining jug. Maybe a quarter of it was left. Callie grabbed my cheeks and squeezed them open. She poured the milk from the jug into my mouth. It was either swallow or drown in the predicament I was in, so I opted to swallow. That same tingly feeling from last night wracked my body. I felt my own gut press harder into Callie's belly and thighs above me, and my weight begin to push her legs farther apart. My dick sprang to attention between Callie's ample butt cheeks, and I could feel it lengthen gliding against her smooth skin. "There we go," Callie said with a wicked smile on her face. She raised her ass in the air and quickly plopped down on my huge hard cock. Fuck was she tight! She wasted no time getting herself off, and me along with her. With her slapping up and down on my pole, I could feel her fat belly slap heavily into me with every downward thrust. Her own P-cups were flopping all over the place, a hand tweaking each fat nipple. She screamed loudly as she came, her juices spilling onto my lap. Despite what I wanted, I came just as hard into her and let out a yell of my own. "WOOO! Way to go Pat!" I heard Brent say from the kitchen doorway. Callie had gotten up, wiped the sweat off her forehead and took a bow, her fat tits, ass and belly swelling ever larger with that last dose. She winked at me and whispered into my ear, "Thanks Pat. We're even now. Try to have some fun, okay? You're going to have a heart attack." I scowled at her fattening back as she squeezed through the doorway in the kitchen and back to the party. "Wow, she was a big one, Pat! Didja see her tits?" exclaimed a drunk Brent. Even he was naked, now. His fat flaccid cock hung more than halfway to his knee, along his own fat thigh. He crested 300 lbs some time ago. I say up to feel my own sizeable belly fill my lap and my fattened thighs to spread across the cold linoleum. My flaccid cock DID reach my knee. I wondered how big it was now. I also half-wondered if I crested 300 lbs. It seemed close. Brent helped me up to my feet. "Brent, have you seen Diane?" I asked. "That huge number with the giant knockers? Yeah, she was on the dance floor dancing with like 3 different guys," said Brent. I heard a "Didja see HER tits? EVEN BIGGER that that last one you just had!" as I made my way out of the kitchen. *** Diane was surrounded by three different guys, all pawing her up. I walked up to her and broke it up. "Hey baby, how are ya?" mumbled a very drunk Diane. What was Callie giving her? "We're leaving. Now," I said in a sour way. "Oh, baby, we're just getting started!" she pleaded. Diane didn't sound herself at all. "Holy, baby, what did you eat? You're FAT." I rolled my angrily. Then I sighed and relaxed. The realization hit me like rubber band: I was only angry at myself. I was so preoccupied with what I saw was right and normal that I failed to see just how happy everyone else was. Diane was just having a good time, and I was in no position to judge her. I had a damn good time myself, if I thought about it. I kissed her and hugged her body. "Let's go home, baby," I whispered. I found my pants, and stumbled/walked back to my apartment. Diane crashed down on the bed and promptly feel asleep, working off the buzz. I hesitantly stepped on the scale. '317' flashed back at me. I smiled to myself anyway. I got off the scale, crawled into bed and snuggled up against my fat lover's body with my own. Feeling her soft plush skin against my own was nice. Pleasant and relaxing. Everything was going to be okay, I realized. I do worry too much. I smiled to myself as I drifted off to sleep.