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Annie’s Ponderous Endowments
Part 1

Kodos



	Annie stood naked in front of the bedroom mirror and regarded her reflection with obvious distaste.  She put her hands on her small belly and sighed, feeling that she had been dealt a very poor hand by fate.  She had a round and winsome face, with dark hair that fell in loose curls about her shoulders.  She knew she was a little chubby, but with narrow hips, a flat butt and a modest bosom, she didn't exactly think of herself as curvy.  Rather, Annie thought as she frowned to herself, she just looked dumpy and unremarkable in all respects.  All her life, she had felt jealous of her sister, Gina, who had so effortlessly kept fit and athletic.  Annie had tried dieting on and off all her life, but had never had any luck with it, trying to get the same kind of a figure that her sister had, but to no avail.  And so once again, here she was, glowering at her reflection and feeling perfectly awful about herself.  Recently though, there had been a big change.

	It had happened earlier that spring when Annie and her fiance went to visit Gina and her husband for long weekend and Annie discovered that Gina had, seemingly overnight, gone from thin as a rail to being the most overwhelmingly voluptuous woman she had ever seen.  Her hips flared out impressively, making her prominent belly look sexy and feminine in comparison, her breasts were so huge she had to push them together to squeeze through doorways, and her butt was so fat and round that she had apparently had to trade in her Civic for an SUV, as it made her sit up so much higher that she needed the extra headroom.  And for a moment, after being completely astonished by the change, Annie had felt triumphant; finally she was the skinny one!  But the feeling did not last long, for she saw how lovingly Gina's husband looked at her, and also how her own beloved had been unable to keep his eyes off of Gina and her incredible figure, which she had wrapped in a very tight and revealing red dress which hugged her numerous curves and seemed stretched almost to transparency in some places.

	Later that evening, while the men were off talking about carburetors or dinosaurs or whatever it was that men talked about when they were by themselves, Annie and Gina had some time to talk by themselves.

"When did this happen?" asked Annie, gesturing toward Gina in confusion.

"A few months ago," replied Gina with a smile as she patted her ample stomach, "for the most part anyway, I've been putting on a little weight here and there since then too." 

"Did you mean to do this?" Annie asked, still trying to figure out what was going on.

"Oh yes," said Gina, "absolutely so.  And let me tell you, I've never been happier than I have these last few months."

"What about your husband, is he okay with it?" Annie inquired, the questions tripping off her tongue.

"Mind?" said Gina with mock disbelief, “He absolutely loves the new me!  It's so nice to not have to worry about what I eat, and to have a body that makes him and me happy.  And let me tell you, sister dear, our sex life has never been better."

	Annie remembered all these things as she stood there, considering her own figure and slowly the realization downed upon her that Gina had a good point.  Annie realized that she had never really wanted to be thin for any of her own reasons, it was just that she felt that was what a woman was supposed to strive towards, and with Gina always having been so trim, Annie had always felt herself to be in competition with her sister.  Annie considered it now, how nice it might be to have such a stunning hourglass figure and not have to be ever dieting and worrying about every calorie she ate.  Also, it crossed her mind how her finace, who was always a gentleman in every way, had kept looking at Gina in a way he never looked at the models and movie stars that Annie had always assumed were his feminine ideal.

	And so, she resolved to find out from Gina what her secret was, how she had grown so much, so quickly, and in all the right places, so that she might be able to do it herself.  After all, her man was away on a business trip for the week; with a little luck she might be able to make some headway by the time he got back and have a nice surprise waiting for him upon his return.  Not wanting to waste any time, Annie straightaway went to the computer to see if her sister was online, and happily, she was.  Annie sent her a chat request and in a couple of seconds the window opened up and there was Gina, smiling at her.  Annie looked again; maybe it was the way the webcam caught the light, or maybe it was just that she had forgotten, but Gina looked as if she had gotten even bigger since they had last seen each other, as her low-cut t-shirt provided an excellent vista of cleavage that would put the Grand Canyon to shame.

"How are you doing, little sister?" asked Gina, a twinkle in her eye.

"Hi, Gina," said Annie, "I'm doing pretty well, but I'd be doing a lot better if you could answer a question for me."

"Of course Annie," Gina replied, with a look that suggested she already knew what the question was going to be, "anything I can do for you."

"Well," Annie began, uncertain exactly how to phrase the question, "How did you get so, er, buxom so quickly?"

With a mischievous smile Gina said, “I’ll be glad to tell you, but I'm not sure whether you'll believe me, some days I can hardly believe it myself."

"Please," said Annie, "I promise I'll believe you, just tell me how you did it, I need to know."

Realizing that her sister was really serious, Gina responded, "Well, and I hope you'll not think I'm lying to you, it was magic."

For a moment, Annie thought that perhaps Gina was putting her on, but then she realized that whatever her sister called it, it obviously had worked, and she wanted to get ahold of some of it herself.

"Would you happen to have any more of it lying around," asked Annie.

"That's an interesting question," mused Gina, "I actually couldn't have done it without my fairy godmother, believe it or not, but if you're really interested, if you really want a body like this, "she said casting a quick glance down into her own vast expanse of cleavage, "then I promise I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks sis," said Annie with great relief, "If you could, I'd be grateful forever."  And with that, her sister signed off.

******

	Two days later, as Annie sat in the kitchen reading a book as the morning sun streamed through the window and reflected off a keg of beer that she had gotten for the party she was going to throw this weekend when her fiance got home, the doorbell rang, and when she went to see who it was, she discovered a package about the size of a notebook sitting on her front steps.  It had Gina's return address on it, and was so light that Annie wondered if it might be empty, though of course, pixie dust or whatever her sister had sent her didn’t need to be very heavy.  She quickly took it into the kitchen, set it on the table and opened it up.  Inside, on a stack of folded tissue paper was a note, which said this:

	Hi sis, I'm sorry I didn't get this to you sooner, but we needed a couple of days to work out how to make the enchantment work right, I think I must have gained another hundred pounds trying out different spells with Esmerelda, but I was planning on doing that soon anyway.  We've been thinking about starting a family you know, and I know it isn't healthy to be too skinny when you're pregnant ;)  At any rate, it’s the simplest thing in the world.  When you wear this, everything you eat will go straight to your curves almost instantly.  The sky's the limit, no expiration date or anything, just make sure you've got it on and go wild.  I guarantee it will make you happier than you've ever been, and I promise it will keep your fiance's eyes from wandering.

Love,
Gina

	After stopping for a moment to imagine how huge Gina would be if she gained another hundred pounds, Annie set the note aside and started looking for whatever it was that her sister had sent her.  About halfway down in the box she found it, a pair of panties, shimmering blue, and not obviously magical in any way that she was able to detect.  Annie held them up to the light; they looked like they would fit her pretty well, and she thought that the sunlight made them almost scintillate with different strange and unnamable colors.

	Annie took then upstairs at once, stripped off her clothes and after standing before the mirror for a single moment, stepped into the panties and pulled them up.  As she did, she felt a strange tingle, only for a second, like something clicking into place, not physically, but somewhere in her mind, or maybe in the world around her.  Annie stood there for a moment and surveyed herself in her new underwear.  They were of fairly modest design, nothing like a thong, and seemed to almost have a slimming effect.  Well, that wasn't it exactly, but they made her look good somehow, her butt looked a little more rounded and she almost could believe that she had hips.  Her stomach though, still stuck out a little further than her breasts, though it didn't have to go very far to do that, Annie thought ruefully.  Nonetheless, she hoped that her sister was serious, and figured that, after all, she had nothing to lose.  Having considered this, Annie pulled on some loose jeans and an old sweatshirt and headed out the door, bound for the grocery store to get provisions for the party that weekend.

	She didn't know exactly how many people they were going to be having over, so Annie made sure to buy plenty of everything, from pizzas, to chips, to several quarts of ice cream and another case of beer.  Upon returning home, Annie unloaded the groceries and, figuring that there was no time like the present, put three pizzas in the oven, intending to see if Gina's present would really work as promised.  When the pizza was ready, Annie sliced it and put it on the table, and retrieved her book, reading while she absent-mindedly ate.  Normally she could hardly have eaten half a pizza before feeling full, but, lost in her novel and feeling unusually hungry, Annie just munched away until she suddenly felt a strange tightness under her shirt.

	"That's funny", Annie said to herself, "I must have twisted a strap on my bra or something."  When she lifted up her shirt to check though, she was amazed to see that her breasts were bulging out of their cups.  "Oh," Annie exclaimed, not quite knowing what to do for a moment.  She had always been a rather small B-Cup, too big for an A, but hardly filling up the next size.  And yet, here were her boobs, possibly even a C now.  She ran upstairs, pulled off all her clothes except the panties, and looked at herself in the mirror.  And was amazed.  She had hips, not incredible ones, but hips all the same, for the first time in her life.  Her butt too, looked a little rounder, more full and womanly than it ever had before, and she was absolutely thrilled to see that her breasts, which, she discovered with a thrill, were very sensitive, almost projected out farther than her belly which had been kind enough to stay the same while the rest of her did some catching up.  

	This, Annie realized, was for real.  Everything her sister had said must be true, and that meant that she, Annie, now had it in her power to be as busty and buxom as her sister and maybe, said a small voice in the back of her mind, just a little bit more so.  She ran down stairs again and put more pizza on to cook.  While she was waiting for that, she went to the fridge and discovered that they had somehow accumulated five bottles of coffee creamer.  Deciding that there was no point in wasting time, Annie popped the lid off of one and threw it back.

	This time she definitely felt herself growing as the magic took hold and the cool, creamy liquid passed her lips and gushed down her throat.  She felt her entire body tingle with delight as every ounce that she drank made her body more womanly and soft.  By the third bottle, she felt her pants beginning to get tight, and when she looked down, she was delighted to see two mounds forming under her shirt that were already past the size of softballs.  Annie was almost tempted to stop and examine her new additions, but the creamer tasted too good, and it felt so good to feel it filling her that she kept on gulping it down until she had finished the last bottle and thrown it aside.

	She stopped now to take stock of herself.  Her jeans, which had always fit her with room to spare, were so tight they might as well be painted on.  Even confined by the denim, Annie noticed a definite tendency to jiggle in her posterior.  Her hips now truly made themselves known, giving her a shiver of excitement as she ran her hands down along them, and gave an experimental squeeze to her thighs which, Annie noticed, brushed together when she walked, which excited her strangely to think about.  Her belly, it seemed, had grown as well, but somehow, instead of seeming to make her look dumpy and shapeless, it appeared now to be sexy and feminine, like something a fertility idol might have.  Her breasts, she saw, had finally outpaced it though, and stuck out full and soft a good couple of inches past her tummy.  Annie grabbed them and gave them pinch, which almost overwhelmed her, as her new growth had made her nipples more sensitive than she imagined possible.  She tried to get out of her pants, but her hips had grown wide enough that that was not longer an option.  
	
	While Annie pondered this, the timer dinged, and she realized that lunch was ready.  She pulled everything out of the oven, grabbed several of the richest snacks she could find in the pantry and sat down at the table.  She took a deep breath, feeling her sweatshirt tighten around her bust as the seams in her pants complained audibly.  And with that, she dug in.  As she ate, Annie felt her pants getting tighter and tighter, until they were so impossibly tight she was afraid she wouldn't be able to breathe.  She felt her hips begin to spill out over the waistband as they became more lavish.  Her breasts were growing too, and her shirt began to feel uncomfortably constrictive, or at least it would have if the way it rubbed against her nipples have not been so incredibly stimulating.  At any rate, it felt so good to eat, so wonderful to feel herself filling up and getting bigger that she continued on.  All at once, her pants lost the battle and exploded off of her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.  Her breasts seemed to respond to the challenge by growing fatter too, until they were the size of cantaloupes, until her shirt split down the front with a rip and freed them to jiggle seductively against her chest.

	Annie looked down at her bosom, and marveled at how her boobs pressed against each other and her arms, swelling out impressively when she pushed them together.  Still though, she was only a little more than halfway done and it felt so good to eat.  As she kept going, Annie felt her bottom swelling beneath her and it got fatter and rounder.  She felt her hips begin to be squeezed by the arms of the chair, which was not a narrow one by any means, and still she kept on eating.  She felt a quiver of delight as her breasts made contact with the shelf created by her growing tummy, and then a little later another tremor of ecstasy as her burgeoning belly made contact with her thighs as it pushed out further, round and soft and womanly, and as her thighs grew fatter, rubbing against each other more and more insistently until Annie had to move her legs further apart to give them room to grow.

	At last she was done, and there remained not a single morsel on the table.  Unfortunately, when Annie went to stand up she realized that she was stuck in the chair, her full and creamy thighs pressing out through the slats in the arms.  After several efforts to free herself, she finally with a great heave, pulled herself free of the chair and fell down on her face.  At least, she would have fallen on her face if she had done such a thing a couple hours before; now her soft, fat breasts and her buddha-like belly did most of the work supporting her now.  As her mostly naked body met the cold kitchen floor, Annie gasped for breath.  The unexpected contact brought her almost to a climax and she lay there for several moments as her body quivered enticingly.

	Finally, Annie felt that she had recovered enough to try to stand up.  It was very different, with her breasts squeezing together lushly when she put her arms out for support, and the way that she could no longer put her legs together, her thighs having grown too generous for that.  At length though, Annie got to her feet, and was surprised at how agile she still felt, how light on her feet, despite the encumbrance of her new, jiggling endowments.  She ran to the mirror, her breasts heaving and bouncing all the way so that she felt that if she did not slow down she would be overcome by the sensation, and finally stood there, looking appreciatively at her reflection for the first time in her life.

	Her breasts were much larger than melons now, almost the size of volleyballs, they jiggled with her every breath, and though their soft pale flesh gave way easily when she squeezed them, they were still firm enough that they stood out past her stomach a good six inches.  Her belly stuck out like she was pregnant, not flabby at all, but round and full and fat, just above the panties that seemed to have grown to accommodate her.  Her hips flared out seductively, and led down to her thighs, each a wide expanse of milky white skin which, when she tried to squeeze them together, sent rapturous spasms through her body.  When she turned to get a view from behind she was amazed to see how plump and shapely her bottom had grown.  Annie gave it an experimental slap and watched approvingly as it quivered and shook, setting her belly and even her breasts in motion.  She also noticed that her now-impressive bosom was visible even from behind, as her fat tits stuck out wider than her shoulders.

	Annie knew though, that she wanted more, and also that she didn't want to spend all day cooking and running out to the store, so she put on a dress she had gotten at a renaissance fair years before which had been labeled wrong and was even now several sizes too large for her.  "Oh well," she thought with a wicked smile, "I'll grow into it."  And with that, she drove into town, where there was an excellent Chinese restaurant with an all you can eat buffet.

	Annie stood there in the parking lot reading the sign, and thinking that if anyone had ever gotten their $8.99 worth from a buffet, it was about to be her.  She went in and selected a booth by the wall, so that she could sit on a bench, not being sure that any chair would long be able to contain her callipygian charms, and also so that she would be close to the buffet, since she planned on making a lot of trips.  Without further ado, Annie retrieved several heaping plates of the richest, sweetest, most fattening things she could find, sat down and got to work.

	It seemed to happen even faster now, as she ate.  She felt her breasts filling up yet more and beginning to rise to fill the front of the dress.  As she continued to put the food away, she felt her derriere growing fatter as well, her well-padded bottom lifting her up so that she sat higher.  As her belly expanded, it began to be constrained by the waistband of the dress and also to push against the table to the point here she had to push it away to give her inflating tummy more room to grow.  When she went back to the bar to get seconds, and then thirds, Annie was amazed to feel how sensuously her hips swayed, and delighted in the sensation of excitement mingled with luxurious comfort in sitting that her increasingly well-upholstered seat provided her with.  She began to feel a tightness about her chest again, and looking down saw an enormous expanse of cleavage filling the dress and straining to be free.  Her boobs were the size of volleyballs now, or perhaps a little larger, and when she reached out to cradle them, she had to stop and remind herself that she was still in public, so thrilling was the sensation.  Gaps began to appear between the buttons down the front of her dress as she continued to grow fatter.  Finally, on her after her fourth trip to the bar, the waistband of her dress split with a resounding crack.  Her enormous belly spilled out of the front of the dress, so fertile and fecund looking that again, Annie had to stop herself from just getting lost in the sensation of feeling its soft and yielding fullness.  Still she ate, until the strain on the buttons at the top of her dress became too great and one popped off and shot across the room, revealing how huge and fat her breasts had grown.  Annie realized that if she got much bigger she would no longer be decent to appear in public and so, polishing off her last plate (which made another button fly off the dress, which threatened to reveal her massive jugs to the world) and patting her exposed belly once for good measure, she walked out the door, her wide womanly hips and sumptuously fat ass shaking seductively as she did so.

	"Well," she thought, "if I'm going to go anywhere else today, I'm going to be needing some clothes that fit."  Fortuitously enough, there was a store right down at the other end of the shopping strip, and though it seemed to her that her bosom was about to burst forth from the tortured dress and declare its bountiful immensity to all present, she successfully made it to the clothing store.  Once there, she tried on all sorts of things, clothes that showed off her full figure with a pride that she had never felt before, and things that revealed more of her body than she had felt she could wear successfully.  Finally, she found a pair of overalls that fit her well, and with a little room to grow, since she planned on working in the garden that afternoon.  She bought as well a few new dresses, each still larger than she needed, since Annie had now decided to make the most of this opportunity, and to use this opportunity to make the most of Annie.

	Having paid for her selections, Annie once again walked out into the sunlight, her overalls containing her figure admirably well, while showing off her luxuriant hips and legs, and giving anyone behind her an excellent view of her fat and almost gravity-defying behind as it bounced with each step she took.  Best of all, its straps helped to support and show off her enormous breasts, lifting them and pressing them together so that they stuck out a good nine inches beyond her belly, which bulged out in front of her, fat and bouncy and in every way desirable.

	Annie wedged herself into her car, realizing what Gina must have gone through as her head pressed up against the roof and her plump and pillowy thighs kept pushing the gear shift out of second.  She realized that she had already eaten most of the food she had at home, and since she had a big evening planned; it would be prudent to stock up on supplies, while she was still out.  Having decided to do so, she stopped by the grocery store again, and after thinking about what the most efficient to get might be, just went ahead and bought about fifteen gallons of cookie dough, the richest thing she could think of, as her imagination turned to the sort of massive endowments that such a diet would soon lead to.

	Arriving home, Annie stopped once more to admire the way her huge breasts bounced when she gave her shoulders a shimmy, and the way in which her wide hips and lusciously squeezable ass shook when she walked.  Then it was out to the garden, where Annie directly set about weeding the rose beds, which she had been neglecting lately.  She kneeled down, her wobblingly fat bottom almost covering her lower legs and her breasts shaking every time she pulled a weed, but she felt that she was making pretty good headway.  The only problem was that with the Sun still high in the sky, she soon felt herself growing very warm indeed, as a glittering sheen of sweat appeared on full and trembling bosom

	Suddenly, wish a flash of insight, Annie remembered the ice cream she had gotten earlier that day, and without delay went inside, threw open the freezer and downed an entire half-gallon of it.  As she did, she not only felt it cooling her down as she had hoped, but also felt the same tingling as before as her body quickly transformed it into fat.  Feeling much refreshed, Annie then returned out to the garden to work, coming back inside every time she started getting hot to eat another carton of ice cream.  By the time she had eaten her third one, she began to feel her overalls getting tighter.  After the fifth, her shirt burst at the seams and she had to extend the straps on her overalls to contain her swollen breasts, which were now at least the size of basketballs.  She also discovered by her seventh carton that the rough fabric of the overalls was stimulating her pert nipples in a way that she found increasingly hard to ignore, as her nipples firmed up and poked out against the denim.  By her eighth carton, it was obvious that the overalls were too small as her swelling hips spilled out their sides invitingly.  Her butt had grown so large that she had to undo the buttons on the sides of her pants to be able to move, and even with the shoulder straps let out all the way they still overflowed and jiggled softly and succulently as she tried to get the garden weeded before she burst out of her clothes again.

	Finally, Annie was done with the garden, she went into the kitchen, finished off the last two cartons of ice cream, and gave a contented sigh as the snaps on her overalls gave way, her billowing tits spilling out into her lap just as her pants split all the way around her ample middle, her belly bulging half way to her knees as she sat and her ballooning rear lifting her up in her seat as it filled out even more.

	"Well," said Annie to herself, "this is more like it.  But I feel all sweaty and hot still."  And so, she resolved to go take a dip in the pool in the back yard.  Unfortunately, she realized, she had neglected to pick up a bathing suit that could hold her, if such a thing was even made, and so she carefully took off her panties, which still seemed to be growing with her, and with a bounce in her step (and in everything else about her as well) walked out to the pool where she slid gracefully into the cool water.  At first she had planned to sit in one of the pool chairs and just float idly around for an hour or two, but Annie soon realized that she could no longer fit into one.  All was not lost though, as she soon discovered that a chair was unnecessary, as she had become her own floatation device.  Her enormous breasts, buoyant and rippling gently with the motion of the water, floated before her, appearing even larger now than they had looked out of the water.  Soon Annie got the hang of it, and for the next hour she floated languidly around the pool, her belly sticking up out of the water and her bosom threatening to smother her when she leaned too far back in the water.  The warm afternoon sun shone down on her glistening skin, where the occasional summer breeze caused to give a tremble of delight that set her whole body in motion as its passing excited her.