The Standard disclaimer: Don't read this if you're under 18; or if you're looking for a story with a lot of dark elements to it. Simply a story about a woman on a mission to be as fat and buxom as she can with a lot of magic and a bedroom scene or two thrown in.

A Wish Fulfilled

	Gina walked down the street, the sun streaming through the leaves of the trees overhead.  She was tall, though not unusually so, with her dark hair bobbed so that it framed her round and cheerful.  Her eyes were were a rich blue, and as spring breeze blew past her she smiled, her sensual lips parting slightly in delight.  It could hardly be a better day, except for one thing.  She had, to put it bluntly, no figure whatsovever.  She was flat as a board in front, with narrow hips and no butt worth mentioning.  Her husband, she knew, longed for a more voluptuous woman.  For the most part, they were very happy together.  They enjoyed each other's company greatly, and their sex life, though not the stuff of legend, was perfectly satisfying.  He never mentioned it to her at all in fact, but she could see him steal a glance here and there, when some plump and buxom woman passed by in a low cut sweater, her full hips rolling as she walked by.  But it wasn't just that Gina wanted to be bigger for her husband's sake, she longed to be that way too, to have soft curves and breasts that could pop the buttons off a blouse(the very thought of it sent a thrill down her spine).  But that was not to be, she thought ruefully, and turned her mind to brighter things: it was her husband's birthday, and she was going to see if she could find a good present for him.

	She stopped in front of an antique store, which she could not remember having been there before, though it looked well settled in and not a little dusty.  As Gina walked in through the door, the matronly woman at the front desk rose with a smile.

"Good morning, dear," she said, "What can I help you find today?"

Gina stopped and smiled back, "You know, I'm really not sure what I am looking for, though I hope that I will know it when I find it."

The woman at the counter gave her a knowing look and replied, "I am sure that will."  

	With that, she settled back down into her chair, and Gina walked into the shop.  It was a place so crowded with junk that nothing really seemed to stand out on its own, she searched all up and down the aisles but finding nothing, was just turning to leave when something caught her eye.  It was a statue, about a foot tall, in the form of a seated woman with the most incredible hourglass figure Gina had ever seen.  The statue had full, round hips considerably wider than her shoulders, and sat perched on a bottom which it would be a great understatment to describe as well-padded.  Her chubby arms wrapped in front of her, gathering her enormous bosom together in a show of fantastic cleavage above a round and prominent belly.  Her face, though it was difficult to tell for sure under dust and grime and green corrosion, looked to be smiling in absolute delight.

	"This," thought Gina, "will be perfect."  Not only did the statue look to be exactly the sort of thing that her husband would like, but when she piked it up, she felt a stange connection with it, as if it had been placed there for her and her alone.  Without further deliberation, Gina walked back to the front desk and paid ten dollars to the woman at the counter, who smiled again at Gina and simply said, "Enjoy."

	It was about twelve o'clock, noted Gina, as she walked through the kitchen door; she had about six hours before the birthday boy got home.  Plenty of time, she thought, to get the statue cleaned up and wrapped, and to bake a cake.  She found a bottle of of brass cleaner under the sink, got out an old rag, and set to work making the statue gleam.  It took more work than Gina had thought it would, it seemed to her that no one had cleaned this thing at all in a very long time.  By and by, however, she managed to rub away the patina of age and restore to the little statue a shine which it likely had not had for a hundred years.  Setting it down on the counter, Gina turned away to go and make herself a sandwich when she heard something behind her, a sound very someone taking a deep breath.  She paid it no mind though, and continued to work on her lunch when she heard something else, a sound like someone unkinking an old copper pipe.  Gina turned around, thinking that perhaps something had gone wrong with the sink, when she saw, to her unmitigatd amazement, that the statue was now standing, perhaps a foot and a half tall, and almost seemed to be looked at her.

"Hello," said the statue, in a cheery voice not wholly different from the woman at the antique store.

Gina stood silent, as talking statues of fat and busty women were not a thing she had had a great deal of experience with.

"Come now," said the statue in an encouraging tone, "I won't hurt you, you know, that simply isn't what I do.  Rather, I'd like to thank you for finding me; it seems like forever since anyone chose me.  I am most grateful, my dear." 

Gina, realizing that it would be rather rude not to reply to this polite, if unusual creature, finally managed to say something. "Hello," she said, and after a moment, "What ARE you?"

"Well," said the statue, knitting her little brow with a look of concentration and taking a few steps along the counter, "I' not sure exactly what sort of answer would be both honest, and make much sense, but I imagine you could think of me as a fairy godmother, and you would not be too far off the mark."

"What," asked Gina, "a fairy godmother for me?  What do you do? What do I call you?"

"I grant wishes, or rather a particular wish," replied the statue with a laugh that shook her , "and I suppose you can call me Esmerelda; that's as good a name a name as any for me."

"What do you mean, a particular wish?" Gina asked, becoming only more confused by this conversation.

With a patient smile, Esmerelda answered her, "I think you know what wish I can fulfill for you, since of course, if you hadn't wished it in particular, you never would have found me in the first place, and oh it is so nice to be found again."

"I'm sorry," said Gina, feeling rather foolish for not understanding, "but what wish is it that you fulfill?  What do you give?"

"Why this, of course," Esmerelda answered, and with an expansive and well-practiced flourish, she placed her plump little hands in front of her vast bosom, squeezed with all her might, and then ran her hands down along her full, round belly, rested them briefly on her broad and fertile-looking hips, and finally turned slightly and smacked herself resoundingly on her large bottom, which Gina now saw ws almost as huge and round as her breasts were.  "You see," Esmerelda continued, "I help girls like yourself, it is what I am made to do, it brings me joy to find a girl like you and give her a body like this."

Gina was now torn between utter disbelief and the dawning idea that this might be for real. "Wait," she said,"I'm not sure I want to be THAT big; it isn't healthy is it?  And besides, I like to talk and swim and keep active; if I were huge I'd have to give it up."

Esmerelda laughed the sort of patient laugh that suggested she had heard these questions many times before. "Of course, my dear, you don't need to get as big as me.  Why some girls I have helped have just wanted to be big enough to fill out a bathing suit or give their man a little something more to hold onto.  And as for your health, I promise you that you needn't worry at all, I would never hurt one of my girls, especially one so sweet as you.  Why, you could get twice as big as me and still be just as fit as you are now, and just as free to go for a jog or a dip in the pool, though I dare say you would cause quite a stir when you did." Thinking for a moment she added with a wink, "and of course any gymnastics you might want to try in the bedroom, I would certainly not deny you THAT."

Gina at last was beginning to believe that this was all real, "How does it work then?" she asked.  "Do I just say how big I want to be and you wave a wand to make it happen?"

"Not at all," Esmerelda replied cheerfully, "How it works is you tell me what you like to eat and I make it to appear for you.  When you eat it, every once goes immediatly to filling you up, and filling you out, as the case may be.  So what would you like to start with?"

"I'm not quite sure," Gina mused, "something modest to start out with; I've never done this before.  Perhaps some pancakes to begin with?"

"Done," said Esmerelda, as with a wave of her hand a veritable tower  of pancakes appeared on the kitchen table before her. "Now don't be shy, just tuck right in."

	And so she did.  Tentatively bringing a bite to her mouth, Gina was amazed at how sweet and delicious it was, how it seemed to almost melt the instant it touched her tongue, and how the warm sweetness of it seemed to suffuse her body instantly.  It was, quite certainly, the best thing she had ever tasted, and though she tried to savor every bite, she felt herself rushing through, so wonderful it is feel to eat.  She felt her pants, which had always fit her rather loosely, getting tighter, and had she looked downwards, she would have noticed a pair of soon respectable mounds forming under her shirt.  But she was so lost in bliss that she did not even think to stop and take stock until she had finished the entire stack.

"How was that, dear," asked Esmerelda solicitously, as Gina put down her fork and sat back from the table.

"Oh, Esmerelda," she sighed, "that was the most incredible thing I've ever felt."

	She stood up from the table and ran her hands along her hips, feeling a tingle of pleasure as she realized that she finally had a figure worth noticing.  She ran to the bathroom and stood in fornt of the mirror admiring her butt in profile, since she finally had one to admire.  She felt her stomach, still warm from her recent feast and was pleased to note that she had a bit of a belly.  She pulled up her shirt to better survey her new assets and gasped.

"I've got boobs!" she shreiked, imparting a small bounce to her new breasts.  They were no more than B-cups, but after what she had had all her life, they seemed giant to her.  And also very sensitive. "Ooh," Gina sighed as she touched them, is this how it feels to have breasts? It's such a turn-on just touching them!"

"I am so very happy that you approve of my work," Said Esmerelda, "I hope you're not going to stop here.  If you think it feels good now, jus wait until you get a bit closer to my size.  Besides, think of your poor husband, wouldn't you like to have a really big surprize for him when he gets home tonight?"

"You're absolutely right!" Gina said, "It is his birthday after all, and I don't intend to disappoint him.  He'll be home in just a little over four hours though, how big do you think I can get by then?"

"My dear girl," Esmerelda replied,"four hours should be more thna enough for our purposes."

	And with that she gave another wave of her hand and there appeared on the table a feast like Gina had never seen.  She set right in to it, and was soon absolutely lost in the pleasure of it.  Each bite seemed more rapturous than the last, and she was aware only faintly of how constrictive her pants were beginning to feel, and how strangely exciting the sensation of it was to her.  She was also conscious of how she seemed, by small degrees, to be sitting up higher than she had been, as her butt expanded beneath her, as it and her thighs filled with fat.  After a time she also noticed that she shirt, which had been very loose to begin with, was beginningt o grow tighter and tighter as her breasted filled and swelled like ripening melons and her expanding belly strained against the waistband of her jeans.  

	At last she pushed back from the table, having eaten every bite there was to eat.  Gingerly she got to her feet, relaizing how much bigger she was than he had been when she sat down.  Walking to the mirror was both awkward and stimulating and her pants squeezed her closely, her thighs rubbing together in a way that sent electricity running through her body.  Looking down to see how much her belly had grown she was amazed to see that she now had to look around a pair of melons the size of canteloupes.  They jiggled as she gave a little jump, her nipples poking through the fabric as it streched to contain them.  Indeed, she found that she could not remove her shirt to get a closer look, so large had her bosom become.  Her hips too were now much wider.  When she walked, they seemed to sway seductively, and though it was difficult to be sure as long as her pants held her captive, she thought that her rear would probably jiggle just as much, once it was free to do so.  

	"This is incredible!" gushed Gina, grabbing a a huge double handful of her chest and squeezing, "but I don't seem to be able to get my clothes off now.  And look, it's going on four, I only have a couple hours before he gets home and I'm not NEARLY big enough yet!"

	"I wouldn't worry about you pants, my darling girl," said Esmerelda," If you get much bigger the problem with surely take care of itself.  And as for the next two hours, I think this will do the trick nicely." And she waved into existence the most enormous wedding cake that Gina had ever seen.  "It's the richest one I know how to make; if you can finish that up by six, I can't imagine your husband will have any cause to complain."

	Wasting no time, Gina went right to work.  The cake proved to be the most delicious thing yet that she had eaten and as she ate, she felt herself growing faster than before.  Her thighs began to push each other and she foudn it neccessary to spread her legs out more to give them room as they grew.  Her belly inflated in front of her like a balloon, all at once, with one last squeeze, her pants exploded at their seams, while moments later her shirt did the same.  Suddenly free, she became more aware of how huge she was getting.  Her belly spilled forth, over her panties, which were making small tearing noises them selves, and onto her swelling thighs.  This, in combination with the increasing roundness of her backside pressed her legs up under the table to the point that she found it neccessary to scoot back a bit.  As she did so, Gina realized that it was a good thing that she had chosen an armless chair as she now overflowed the seat by a considerable margin.  Her breasts, were so large that in order to go on eating she had to press them together in front of her, creating a show of cleavage that she marveled at, and also sending a quiver of excitment through her body again.

	Gina suddenly looked at the clock, and realizing she had only an hour to go, immediately set about finishing off the cake.  With each bite, it seemed to her, she felt herself growing bigger still, as her now enormous breasts met her fat, round tummy, though mostly they they stood out on their own shaking softly with each bite she took.  She savored how soft and comforable her seat had become, her luscious ass lifting her yet higher up in her chair as her hips spread wider and wider.  As she continued to eat she felt her breasts filling up like water balloons, fat and soft, growing to the point where they were the size of volleyballs.

	Finally Gina finished the cake, and standing up, promply fell over, having misjudged how monstrous her hourglass figure had grown.  It was, at least, a very softand extremely well-cushioned landing, though when she struck the floor, and the weigh of her body pressed her huge breasts and burgeoning belly under her, she had wondered for a moment if she was going to pass out from the very sensation of it.  She got up with no diffuculty though, and made her cautious way to the bathroom again, where she noticed that the narrow door now brushed against both her thighs, so fat and full had they become.  She stood in front of the mirror, naked except for her panties which looked as if they wre barely hanging on as her soft rippling flesh poured out around them, marveling at how incomparably huge she had become.  Her breasts were now a good bit larger than volleyballs, and stuck out so that when she turned around she could see them from behind.  She gave her shoulders a little experimental shimmy and watched with delight as her massive breasts quaked and jiggled, standing out almost a foot farther than her belly and sending waves of pleasure through her as they slowly quivered to a stop.  Her hips flared out enormously, so that even with a belly that looked nine months pregnant, her waist still seemed narrow in comparison.  Her thighs were so fat and round that she could not even begin to put her feet together.  When she turned to get the view from behind, she stared in wonder at her butt, which had swelled to such a size that wondered if she would even be able to into any chair narrower than a loveseat.  She gave herself a solid slap and was almost overcome by the feeling of electric sexual energy that ran through her loins as her derierre bounced and shook.

"Oh Esmerelda, I'm huge!" Gina shouted, "this is the most amazing sensation I've ever felt."

"I'm so glad you're happy with it," Esmerelda said, "but it is almost six now, you had better get upstairs to the bedroom before your lover gets home."

	With that, Gina bounded up the steps, every inch of her bouncing and swaying to the degree that she almost came just from the felling of it.  Finally she reached te bedroom and with a leap, jumped onto the bed, overcome with pleasure as her vast bosom and fat belly pressed against the mattress and supported her on top of it.  Gina let out a soft moan as the shaking slowed and finally rolled over and sat up.

"Well my dear," Esmerelda said helpfully,"Though you're already a sight to put all other women to shame, I still think you're missing a little something, here. 

	She waved her hand and there appeared on the bed a black nightie which Gina thought looked rather too large.  When she tried it on though, she was surprised to find that it was actually on the tight side, showing off her new endowments to great effect.

	It was moment that I got home from work.  The house seemed quiet and I called out for Gina.

"I'm up here!" came her melodious voice from upstairs, "I've got a big surprise for you darling."

	I walked up the stairs, turned the corner to the bedroom, and stopped in utter and complete amazment.  Gina was on the bed, leaning up against the headboard, lying to one side with a look of mischevious joy on her face.  She stretched languidly, kicking her legs just a little as her belly, which rested on one of them shook in response and then took a deep breath, which made her already impressive bust swell out ever further, displaying at least a foot of cleavage.  

"Happy Birthday, my love," she purred, "how do you like your present?"

"How did you do this?" I stammered, helfway between disbelief and unbridled desire.

"The details can wait," she replied, "suffice it to say that it involves magic of the finest variety, and I intend to make sure that you never feel the desire to look at another woman ever again.  So take off those clothes and get over here." What could I say in arguement to that?  I did as she commanded and lay next to her in bed.  She moaned softly as I touched her. "Take me," was all she said.

	I climbed up on top of her as she spread out her legs as far as she was able.  As I entered her she moaned again, long and deep.  It was the most incredible thing I had ever felt.  Wherever I touched her she seemed to soft, every inch of her sleek and fat, yielding to my hand and yet supporting me.  As she wrapped her arms around me and pressed me into her bosom, I applied my tongue to her nipple, burying my face in the great expanse of flesh that surrounded it.  She quivered beneath me, her body rolling like an ocean until at last I came.  I lay there on top of her, as her breath came in short, quick gasps which made her quake anew.  After a few minutes she opened her eyes and smiled at me, her luscious and sensual lips parting just a little as she panted.

"How about letting me on top?" she asked.

	As she climed off to the side of the bed, I looked on with awe as she took off the nightie, amazed at how her massive breasts stood so firmly, a gentle teardrop shape being the only evidence that gravity had any hold over them at all.  I lay down in the center of the bed and she climbed over me, her titanic breasts pressing against my chest.

"You've had a long day honey," Gina cooed soothingly, "and since it is your birthday, why not just lay back and let me do the work this time?"

	With that, she climed astride me, her huge soft thighs on either side of me, and with one deft slip of her body, took me inside her.  It was even better this time.  I felt as if her soft, warm body was enveloping me all around and she bucked and slid on top of me.  Looking past her at the mirror on the wall, I got a view of the incredible panorama of her posterior, her massive and voluptuous butt shaking with almost overwhelming hugeness as she brought herself closer to climax.  Suddenly, she leaned back as far as she was able.  Her belly bulged out over me, so full and tight as she ran her hands across it, beside herself with ecstasy.  Above it, her breasts looked ever larger than they had before, her massive, bloated juggs quaking like jello.  I reached up and grabbed them, caressing their trembling flesh as she rode me.  I finally grabbed her nipples, gave them each a har dpinch and held on tight as she came like never before.  The more she shook, the more it seemed to turn her on.  Gina leaned forward, holding herself above me, her enormous breasts now hanging down in my face, her round and fertile belly pressing against my body.  I was a little worried that I might be in danger of smothering, but still she went on, until we both came, and feeling thoroughly spent, fell into a blissful sleep.

	A couple hours later, I awoke, to see her standing in front of the mirror, dressed in a bathrobe that Esmerelda had thoughtfully conjured up, admiring her figure.  

"You like?" Gina asked coyly, giving a little shimmy that set her all in motion again.  "I think I had better tell you in a bit more depth how I managed this."

	Over the next half hour Gina introduced me to Esmerelda and explained everything that had happened that day.  It was a lot to wrap my head around, but it was hard to see it as anything but a good development.  At last, she broached the question.

"So, how much bigger do you want me?"

"What?" I asked, amazed that she might be considering anything of the sort.

"Well," she said thoughtfully, giving her breasts a pensive squeeze,"I'm not too big for you now, am I?"

I nodded dumbly, that she was not.

"So then, how much bigger can I get for you?"

"I'm not sure," I said, "aren't you worried about getting too big?"

"Too big for what, my darling?" she asked gently, "Every time I've eaten more and gotten to be more fat and buxom it has only gotten better.  I assure you, that however big you want me will not be too big for me.  Come this way."

	And with that she got up with a grace that seemed unusual grace for a woman of her dimensions, and skipped downstairs to the kitchen, the floorboards groaning all the way.

"Esmerelda," Gina said, having obviously planned this for my benefit, "do you have anything more potent than that cake?  I would very much like to give my hubby here a real show."

"Oh, most certainly, my dear,” answered Esmerelda, who was standing on the kitchen table, “A keg or butterbeer, my own personal recipe should give you just the results you are looking for.”

“How wonderful!” cried Gina, clapping her hands together, and in the process setting off another bout of trembling in her bosom.

	With that, Esmerelda conjured up a keg on the table.  It was huge, and from the tap ran a hose which Gina took up and placed in her mouth.  Before I could say anything, she gave me a wink and opened it up.

	The effect was almost instantaneous.  Her breasts ballooned, growing fatter and fatter, pushing against the robe which had a moment ago contained them with room to spare.  Her stomach expanded too, groaning as she pumped herself up fatter, the robe’s belt struggling to contain it, but mostly just making it bulge out above and below.  Every few seconds she had to move her feet farther apart as her rapidly plumpening thighs pushed against each other.  She turned to give me a better look at her expanding bottom, which seemed to creak like a balloon as it grew fatter, her robe riding up as her fat hips and massive bottom pushed it out fo the way.  All at once the her belt split asunder, her belly pushing out unrestrained, and her breasts spilling out, resting on the shelf it made for them and continuing to get fatter and fatter and fatter, but Gina was thoroughly caught up in the sensation and seemed unaware of how huge she was getting.  I slowly reached for the tap and turned it off.

Gina looked at me with mock indignation, “Am I too big for you now?” she said.  Seeing the confusion on my face, she quickly added, “come here now, feel this and tell me you don’t want more.”

	She stood there and spread her arms, her breasts, now free, were fully as large as beach balls, and though they were supported in part by her belly, which though it looked as if she were carrying twins, was still surpassed by them as they projected out more than a foot beyond it.  I went to hug her, and soon found that I had no chance of getting my arms around her.  Gina tried to pull me closer as well, grabbing me with her plump arms and pulling me in for a kiss.  Her breasts swelled up between us, so fat and massive were they now that it seemed that even with the two of us working at it I wouldn’t be able to kiss her unless I got between them.  With one last burst of effort though, she pulled me in close enough for our lips to meet, though she quickly let go with a start.

“What is it?” I asked, worried that I had hurt her somehow.

“Oh,” she said, “It’s just that holding you close squeezed my boobs so tight I though for a minute they were going to burst.”

“Did it hurt then?” I asked, still anxious.

“Actually,” Gina replied, a devilish look on her face, “it gives me an idea.”  She took the hose in her hand once again and said sternly, “Turn it on again when I say so, and DON’T turn it off until I tell you to.  I know how big I intend to get today and I promise you’ll be happy with the result.”  

	She took the hose and placed it in her mouth again, but this time reached out around the front of her enormous breasts and firmly pinched her nipples and held on to them tightly.  With a wink, she nodded at me, and I turned on the tap, not having any idea what I was about to behold.  As the butterbeer flowed again and she began to expand again as her body turned it into fat.  Her boobs grew more and more massive, but she held onto her nipples, though it was obvious that if she let them go now, she’d never be able to reach them.  She had a look of intense concentration and consuming pleasure on her face as the fattening of her breasts pulled her nipples tighter and tighter.  Her huge melons swelled out around her arms, her hands looking so small compared to the vast expanse of boob flesh they were holding back.  To keep her balance, Gina had to keep moving her feet apart every few seconds as well, as more fat was pumped into her thighs and her ass, which seemed to be doing its best to keep apace with her breasts.  She moaned softly, but still held on to her nipples, her breasts quivering alarmingly as they swelled around her arms, bulging out whereever they could, and being pressed up by her stomach, which was expanding to still greater heights.  I worried that she was going to pass out from the intensity of it all, but minding my promise not to turn it off until Gina said so, I did the only thing I could think of: I opened up the tap more.

	It worked, with a sudden explosive surge, her eyes rolled back into her head in ecstasy and she let go of her nipples.  Suddenly unrestrained, her breasts seemed to explode outward another foot in front of her.  I could see that she had not anticipated this and the sudden change threw her off balance.  She fell backwards, landing on her still-growing rear.  A cry of orgasmic delight escaped from her lips, and she fell to the floor, lying on her back, looking utterly unaware of the world.  She was still growing though, and at an alarming rate.  With the hose still on most of the way, her breasts were still growing rapidly, two huge, quivering zepplins.  Her bottom, which was still swelling outward in all directions and making small groaning noises, meant that her breasts were being pushed up into her face, and as her belly expanded yet larger, I worried that she was going to be stifled by her own massive, swollen boobs.  She was still moaning softly, or maybe whimpering, and every few seconds her vast body shuddered as another wave of pleasure wracked it.  I turned off the tap.

	Slowly, Gina seemed to regain her senses.  She opened her eyes and slowly, ponderously, sat and then stood up.  As if in a dream she felt her body as it now was.  She touched reached out to touch her belly, which was so enormously huge that she could not even put her arms around it any more.  She put her hands back and felt her ass, every movement sending tremors through its massive bulk.  She had to stand with her feet spalyed out to the sides, so huge and fat had her thighs become. She tried to reach around her lush breasts but it was in vain, they were almost as large as bean bag chairs, so vast that it was only with great effort that she could squeeze them together enough to put her arms out forwards.  As when put her hands on them they shook softly and Gina looked as if she was about to pass out from the pleasure.  She turned slowly and I could see how massive they looked from behind.  I noticed how soft and fat her ass was, and was almost overcome with the desire to just press her body against me, but she looked like she was still in shock.  Slowly, she fixed her eyes on me, spread out her hands, and said in a small voice,

“Why did you turn it off when I explicitly told you not to?”

I was struck dumb, that after all this she was angry at me because I had not allowed her to get even bigger.

“Look honey,” she said patiently,”I know you don’t want me to get bigger than I want to, but I know what I’m doing, and let me tell you, when I’m done with all this, I’m going to be so fat and buxom you won’t even know that other women exist.  I’ve wanted this my entire life, now let me control the tap this time and maybe we can get somewhere!”

	Having put me in my place, she walked over to the table, perched herself precariously on a chair that creaked like it was about to break, put the hose in her mouth and turned it on again.  Now that she was sitting, it was amazing to watch the effect this had on her derierre.  Her butt was expanding, almost inflating beneath her as gallon upon gallon of fat was pumped into it and as this happened she rose higher and higher in the chair.  Her belly spilled out onto her fat thighs more than halfway to her knees, and she had to keep her legs splayed out at a wide angle, her thighs were so enormous.  Her breasts, quivering, groaning, still growing fatter and fatter filled up her lap.  They pushed her arms out to her sides as they grew, but Gina only pressed her face down into them and softly caressed their bulk as they grew more distended and massive.

	Finally it looked like she had had enough.  Gina reached out towards the tap and, finding she could no longer reach it sitting down, s expansive had her bust become, that she went to stand and turn it off.  All of a sudden though, the latest quivering additions to her enormous endowments throw her off balance, and rather than closing the tap, as she fell to the floor and reached out to grab hold of it she opened it up all the way.  The effect was immediate.  Her already huge breasts quaked and ballooned as if they were tied to a fire hose.  Her belly swelled out gigantically, almost to her knees.  Her ass, already so huge, so swollen that it looked as if it would explode had gallons more fat pumped into it before she could react.  It took only a moment for Gina to get to her feet again and shut off the valve, but in that moment she probably expanded to half again the size that she had been a few seconds before.  

	She took the hose from her mouth, smiled through her cleavege, which reached almost up to her cheeks, and said with a satisfied air, “Well, that ought to hold me for a while.”  She went to go up the stairs, pausing to negotiate each doorway, as her hips made her far too wide to go through forwards and her breasts made her enormously too large to go through sideways.  Fortunately, she squeezed through each, made her way to the bedroom, and with a leap, planted herself on the bed.  “Well now,” she said,”let’s see what this new body can do.”

***

	In the morning, I awoke to the sound of the showing in the next room.  After a few minutes, it cut off, and Gina came back into the bedroom, her body stil wet and glistening in the morning sun.  She climbed up onto the bed with me, her enormous bosom supporting her, as her arms were too short to reach the mattress.  She planted her knees, thrust her inconceivably fat butt into the air and drew back so that her boobs spread out before her on the bed.

“Well,” she said playfully, “I’ve got boobs bigger than beanbag chairs now, why don’t you try them out?”  

	Cautiously, I climbed up on top of them.  They were so soft, and smooth and creamy to the touch.  As I put my weight on them and they bulged out tot he sides Gina moaned with pleasure.  It was an amazing senstation.  With a wicked smile, Gina then reached up wit hone plump arm and took me in her mouth.  Her succulent lips holding me as tight as they had held the hose the day before.  Giving myself over to the moment, I reached down with one hand and began to massage her nipple, which caused Gina to moan with delight and suck harder.  In a few minutes, the stimulation of it made her come quietly, and the way she squeezed me on her mouth brought me then and there as well.  A few minutes later I rolled off her bosom, her breasts both sloshing gently, filed, it seemed, to bursting.  She waggled her huge luscious ass, the movement taking a second to catch up with all of it. 

“Would you like to try from behind?” she asked innocently, “It seems a shame to have this much and not make full use of it.”

“I think,” I said,”I’ll be much more able to please if I have some breakfast first; it has been quite a night.”

“Good idea,” Gina said, springing up from the bed and almost knocking me over with her expansive bosom in the process, “I think I’ll go see if Esmerelda has any more of that butterbeer.”  

And with a wink, she was off down the stairs, leaving me wondering what this new day was going to bring.