Annie's Ponderous Endowments Part 4 Kodos Annie awoke the next morning, a ray of sunlight passing through the blinds and down onto the bed where she lay, the bright beam of it falling on her majestic belly. As she remembered everything that had happened the night before, Annie apprehensively climbed out of bed, delighted to find that she was still so light on her feet, even as she discovered that her body, still so recently inundated with fatness, was very sensitive, even the slightest pressure against her curvaceous rear or her belly being almost too stimulating to bear, to say nothing of how her voluminous breasts, still sloshing audibly with milk, excited her. Annie stood before the mirror, agog, as she tried to take in her impossibly voluptuous physique. She was stunningly luscious to behold, and her Junoesque profile took her breath away as she tried, vainly, to explore her new curves, being at best able to squeeze her massive jugs together with her full, plump arms, and running her hands over as much as she could reach of her expansive belly and her luxuriantly succulent ass. As she went to the door, Annie felt that something about the proportions of the room was different, and as she squeezed the vast bulk of her breasts through the doorway, she realized that Gina must have used her wand to widen it for her. As she went down the hall, Annie heard water running, and, opening the bathroom door, saw Gina standing in the shower, absent-mindedly massaging one of her huge tits as the hot water ran down her own plump and buxom body, which Annie noticed was indeed noticeably more plump and buxom than it had been before last night. "Good morning there, little sister," Gina said brightly as she noticed Annie standing at the door, "aren't you just the picture of womanly vitality there, with that bountiful belly and those lusciously fat, juicy tits? Turn around; I want to get a better look at that big sexy ass of yours too." As Annie complied, Gina let out a long sigh as she watched how the heavenly mass of Annie's behind shifted with her every step, and once again, wondered how she could get her husband to let her gain some more weight, or better yet, she thought lasciviously, get him to feed her himself, pumping her up to such sensuous overfullness as Annie, if not more. "Hi Gina," Annie said, as she noticed, not for the first time, how pale and clear Gina's skin was, how it almost glowed in the morning light, yielding in its alabaster whiteness. "I've got a surprise for you," Gina began, as she grabbed a towel and began to dry herself off, "I called your man up this morning and told him it was absolutely imperative that he come home to see you immediately. He'll be here in a few hours." "Today?" Annie asked, as she felt a curious mixture of delight and disappointment. "Is that all right?" Gina inquired, "I thought you'd be happy to have him home to ride that big fat ass of yours." "Oh, I am," Annie began, "it's just, well, when I woke up this morning I was thinking about what you had said about being lucky to have a man who would only want me more the bigger I got and I was hoping that well, maybe, today you could help me get just a bit bigger. I mean, after all, if I'm going to be his dairy queen, I ought to make sure I've got the assets to get the job done. And I was also thinking, you know, that when your husband sees how happy we are, he might be convinced to go along with you upgrading your rack and adding some more curds and whey to your own tuffet. It's the least I can do, after all, after all that you've done for me." "Well then," said Gina with a broad smile, "we'd better get started straightaway; I'd hate for you to disappoint your fiance by not being ample enough to suit his desires." And with that, she took up her magic wand and headed back up to the bedroom, with Annie following as quickly as she could squeeze herself into the stairway. In the bedroom, Annie sat down on the bed, still surprised at how high she sat on her well-padded posterior. "Would you mind, dear sister," Annie asked,” if we started again with my bottom again? Since we did it first last night, I figure it should have the most room to grow now, and anyway, there's just something deliciously naughty feeling about being able to get all moist and worked up just from sitting and thinking about what an enticingly fuckable fanny I have." "Why Annie," Gina responded, glad to see that her sister was getting into the proper spirit of things, "I would be delighted to. Please assume the position." Compliantly, Annie scooched up to the middle of the bed and rolled over on her stomach. She was amazed to find though, that her breasts had now grown so large that her chubby arms simply weren't long enough to reach around them anymore, and she contentedly laid her arms on top of their soft immensity, feeling a thrill at the way they bulged under her weight. Her knees too, she found, scarcely touched the bed now, her round and fertile belly supporting her lower body even as it swelled out to her sides, protesting against the load that Annie was placing upon it. Experimentally, she tried to put her feet on the bed, but straightening her legs not only drew her face down so deeply into her cleavage that she couldn't hear, but her fat thighs pressed so hard against her undulating belly that Annie thought better of it an knelt again on the bed, her knees merely resting on the covers. "Already then?" Gina asked. "Do your worst!" Annie called over her shoulder as she shook her jiggling backside back and forth. Gina waved her wand to begin the spell, but as she brought her arm down, she failed to account for the size of her recently-augmented bosom, and as her hand smacked soundly against her breast, the wand went clattering to the floor. "Oops," said Gina. "What do you mean, ngh, oops?" Annie managed, as the spell began to take effect, her bottom quivering as it began to fill anew. "No problems, Annie," Gina reassured her, "I just dropped the wand is all; I only need to pick it up." "Don't worry about it right now then," Annie replied as she felt her backside beginning to swell, "I want to get good and big this time, and I want you to enjoy the show." And with that, Annie closed her eyes and savored the sensation. She felt it beginning already, the same throbbing as before, but still more intense as the spell began to build. She trembled with desire as she felt her ass begin to expand again. It was already so huge, Annie knew, so unimaginably full that she would not have guessed that more fat could still be squeezed into it, and yet that was exactly what was happening. Annie moaned sublimely as Gina's spell forced untold amounts of fat into her trembling behind, which groaned as it swelled outwards, wobbling lusciously as it rose higher even as she felt her supremely broad and sensuous hips spreading out wider. Already Annie felt that she had been filled well past her capacity, but burning with lust, she was determined to let her swollen bottom grow as fat and engorged as possible, as she imagined her beloved thrusting away at its vast, trembling bulk. Annie's breath came in short gasps now, and stealing a glance at the mirror she was amazed to see how monumental she had grown, with hips more than half as wide as the great bed she lay upon, and a posterior so distended with fat that she wondered how she would be able to sit down on it. The spell continued implacably on, pumping more and more fat into her, untold pounds of it crammed into her already overfilled and overwhelmed ass. Annie felt her skin growing tighter as her bottom was forced to receive yet more, as it began to creak with impossible fullness. Annie felt an orgasm building in her as her massive ass ballooned still larger. "Gina," Annie began, her body wracked by pleasure, "I think you'd better get your wand ready. My poor bottom feels like it’s too big already." "If you insist, little sister," Gina replied, still watching with satisfaction as her spell continued to force more fat into Annie's much more than ample behind. As she bent down to the floor though, Gina realized that her wand was nowhere to be seen. She dropped to the floor and awkwardly pressed her head as close to the carpet as her own stately bosom would permit, only to see her wand, laying a good ways under the bed. "Annie, I think we have a problem," Gina said, as she tried to vain to reach the wand with her plump little hands. "What problem?" Annie asked, as the her ass began to creak more insistently as it strained contain its own trembling fullness, even as Annie felt her squeezably luscious thighs beginning to expand past their capacity as they too had more fat pumped into them. "Annie, I can't reach my wand; it's under the bed." Gina stammered as she watched Annie's fanny continuing to grow more massive and distended. "You've got to reach it Gina," Annie begged, "I can't take much more!" Hearing the desperation in Annie's voice, Gina threw herself to the floor again, her plush breasts slapping against it deliciously. A normal woman, she realized, would have no trouble at all wriggling under the bed. Even a woman of more than usual top-heaviness, she thought, would probably be able to wedge herself under far enough to reach the wand, but for Gina, especially after her most recent bout of growth, it seemed impossible. Annie, meanwhile, could only lie there as her monumentally overstuffed derriere continued to have gallon upon gallon of soft, quivering fat forced into it, her pale skin stretching as it strove to contain its own bounty, her ass still growing more succulent and enticing by the moment. At last, Annie felt her lush thighs grow so full that she was unable to keep them close enough together to support her. She moaned as her bloated belly was compelled to support her body by itself, and under the bed, Gina heard the springs creaking beneath their load as Annie continued to grow incomprehensibly voluptuous. Gina, almost afraid to think about how enormous Annie must have become, redoubled her efforts to reach the wand. Struggling against the weight of her own ample attributes, she squeezed her own prodigious jugs out as far to her sides as they would go, and with one last push finally reaching the wand and taking it triumphantly. As she extricated herself from the bed and stood once more, wand in hand, Gina was amazed to see how colossally fat Annie's ass had become. It was almost as wide as the bed now, so huge and pale and quiveringly fat that Gina felt herself growing aroused at the sight of it. "Please, Gina," Annie beseeched her, as a sudden surge of pressure forced her already engorged behind to take in what felt like another hundred pounds of fat in a few seconds. Annie closed her eyes, savoring the exquisite torture of the sensation as the spell continued unrelentingly to fill the trembling expanse of pale flesh behind her so far beyond its limits and capacity even as it throbbed tantalizingly. At last Gina put an end to the spell, "There," she said brightly, "all done!" "Oh Gina," Annie sighed, her vast bottom trembling with her exhalation, "I'm so big." "Well now don't panic, just be careful with that spanking huge bottom of yours and you'll be fine," Gina offered. "Spanking?" Annie asked incredulously, "I'm not sure what would happen if someone spanked me right now, I feel so hopelessly overfilled." Slowly, Annie climbed back off of the bed, her swollen belly rubbing along beneath her and her lavish bosom making it almost impossible for her to use her arms to move. Her gigantic ass quaked with her every movement, her creamy skin throbbing with impossible fullness. Annie felt a wave of pleasure wash over her every time her prodigiously expanded thighs rubbed together as she warily backed off the bed. Standing at last, she gasped as she beheld her image in the mirror. Her ass was enormous, so enticingly plump and overindulgently full that Annie could hardly believe it. Her hips had grown so wide and fertile, so broad in the beam had she become, that even with her huge belly, she still had an incredible hourglass figure. She turned slowly, watching with wonder the way in which the incomparable bulk of her behind jiggled and wobbled opulently with her. Annie discovered as well that her ponderous posterior had at last become so fat that she was no longer able to stand up quite straight, the result being that her luxuriously overfilled ass stuck out even more invitingly, as if she was begging to be taken from behind, and slowly, painstakingly, Annie lowered herself back onto the bed. Her mind reeled as she felt the pressure as she carefully put her weight on her billowing rear. She heard her massively overfilled backside groan as she sat down upon it, and was amazed to see that sitting, she was almost as high as the ceiling fan, though the burden of supporting her substantial weight had caused her seat to bulge out to the sides to the point where she was almost as wide as the bed. "Well," asked Annie as she carefully ran her fingers across her overstuffed seat, "what do you think?" "Oh Annie," responded Gina breathlessly, "I'm so jealous, I can't imagine how it feels to have an ass so fat, so full to bursting that I'm tempted to cast the spell on myself right here. But I'd hate for my hubby to miss out on it, so I suppose for now I'll just have to dream. Still," she said as she walked up close to Annie and ran her own plump fingers across the pale expanse Annie's distended behind, "if you think it's too intense to bear just sitting there, you're going to lose your mind when your fiance is hammering away at you." "Mmmmm, I know," Annie said, closing her eyes as a she smiled a libidinous smile, "Well then Gina, we don't have any time to spare, let's go ahead and make this belly of mine as bountiful as I can bear." Deliberately now, Annie positioned herself on the bed. She found that just lying down, the hugeness of her rear creating a certain down-hill effect that made her bloated breasts tend to smother her, and so Annie carefully arranged enough pillows and blankets that she was reclining at a comfortable angle, with her fat jugs billowing out in front of her and to her sides, and leaving her able to just see over the majestic curve of her fertile belly, to where Gina stood at the foot of the bed. "You know," Annie said, looking at Gina with mock seriousness, "after that last one, I'm not sure I want you to be in the driver's seat this go round. After all, having a butt so immense that it’s like carrying my own couch with me is all well and good, and I do look forward to the manifold pleasures of a well-appointed back porch, but I don't think I want to end up with a belly so big I can't sit up because of it." "Well," Gina said thoughtfully, "that shouldn't be a problem; how about if we do this?" And with a wave of her wand, she conjured into existence a large barrel with a hose attached to it, which from arose a rich aroma that filled Annie with an insatiable hunger as soon as she smelled it. "There you go, Annie," Gina said with a smile, "all for you, and every drop you drink will go right towards making that little tummy of yours into something REALLY impressive." Wasting no time, Annie grabbed the hose and brought it to her mouth, and wrapping her lips around it. Then, taking a deep breath to prepare herself, her voluptuous charms quaking pneumatically in anticipation, Annie opened the valve. She was immediately overcome by bliss as a flood of rich, frothy liquid poured down her throat. This was what she had been missing; this was what she had been waiting for. She leaned back, moaning softly as she sucked lustily on the hose and slowly worked her hands down to where she could rest them on her belly, which had already began expand. Already, Annie felt terribly full, but whether it was because her last burst of growth had changed her definition of satiation or because of incomparable taste and feeling of the delicious river pouring into her, she reveled in the sensation as her already-massive belly grew still more engorged. She ran her fingers across the soft skin of her stomach, quivering as countless gallons of fat were pumped into it. As she touched it, she felt her pale skin stretching to contain it all as it rose before her, round and vast as the sun, until Annie could no longer see Gina, who was still standing at the foot of the bed, watching with lascivious awe as Annie continued to grow larger and larger. Annie felt like she was filled beyond her capacity now, her belly growing more ponderous by the moment. This time though, Annie gave no thought to her limits, but gave herself over entirely to the rapturous sensation washing over her. She felt her belly beginning to swell out at her sides now too, it swelled upwards too, pushing her mountainous bosom up into her face, anything to hold more of the unimaginable amount of fat it was being forced to contain. With a gasp, Annie realized that it was expanding downwards too, its magnificent curve beginning now just above her femininity. The pressure, the indescribable fullness of it excited her even as she felt she womanhood too, already swollen with fatness, having more fat stuffed into it as well, growing softer and tighter than Annie had imagined possible. She felt herself growing moist at the thought of her beloved climbing on top of her, his body pressing down on her sensuously swollen belly, as he took her and filled her in an entirely different and even more stimulating way. Trying to reach herself though, Annie found that she could hardly get her hands halfway around the vast globe of her belly, still groaning as her skin stretched to contain the quantity of fat it was being forced to take in. Annie knew she was getting bigger than she had intended to, but as her monstrous belly grew still more distended, she grew more and more aroused. Looking through the spacious chasm of her cleavage, Annie could only sigh contentedly as she felt the sides of her belly expanding more now, trying to accommodate the overabundance of fat still being stuffed into her. Annie almost felt herself losing consciousness as she reached a whole new level of fullness, her impossibly bloated belly beginning to creak like an overfilled balloon as it grew. Finally, realizing that she would not be able to sit upright if she got much bigger, Annie slowly, and with not a little regret, turned off the hose, remembering though that she could always get Gina to help fill her up some more next time, if she could convince her fiance to let her. Carefully, Annie sat up on the bed, and was now able to see Gina again, who was still watching with the glazed expression of a woman hypnotized. As her belly, still creaking with impossible fullness, filled her ample lap, Annie was pleased to note that even now, her womanly hips and lusciously overplump thighs left her with an hourglass figure. She was somewhat less pleased to note though, that her massive breasts seemed almost modest in comparison with her luscious belly, which still throbbed softly with fatness, so reckless in her thirst had she been, that Annie immediately resolved to herself that the next thing she did would be to get her top shelf back in proportion. "So," she said, still rubbing her sumptuous belly with delight, "what do you think?" "Oh Annie," Gina purred, "I had no idea you'd pump yourself so full. You look simply breathtaking, so fertile, so...exciting." "Do I now?" Annie asked mischievously, as she wrapped her plump arms around her stupendous belly as well as she was able and cradled it provocatively, even as it jiggled deliciously in its fatness, sending waves through her titanic breasts that made them wobble enticingly. "Well then," Annie began once more, "we can't have much time left; aren't you going to help me put on a bit more weight up here?" As she said this, she pressed her hands up underneath her mammoth bosom, as if otherwise Gina would not have noticed it. "I'm ready if you are, little sister," Gina responded as she licked her lips in anticipation. "Oh, I am," Annie responded breathlessly, "and make it a big barrel this time, because I'm not planning on stopping until I'm satisfied." "But of course," Gina replied, still smiling devilishly. And with a wave of her wand, a huge keg appeared by the bed. An almost palpable scent seemed to rise from it, and the moment it reached Annie's nose all she could think about was drinking in as much of it as she could possibly endure. Carefully, Annie positioned herself on the bed. Not wanting to have to stop just because her breasts had begun to smother her, she knelt upon the bedspread. She savored the feeling as her plump calves pressed up against her indescribably fat thighs, and felt a curious tingle of excitement at the way her heels were almost enveloped by the lavish ponderousness of her swollen behind. She spread her legs as wide as she was able, smiling to herself at the way her belly, so immoderately distended and round, still rested upon her zaftig thighs, soft and pale, and so very, very full. Annie relished too, the way her already-enormous breasts jiggled invitingly as they lay, fat and full, wobbling softly upon her abdomen, though at the moment, she could only try to imagine how much tremendous they were about to become. "Stand back Gina," Annie said with a wicked grin, and with that, she fed the hose into her waiting lips and opened the tap. The deluge at once began to pour down her throat, it tasted like ambrosia, and Annie could already feel luscious honeyed sweetness beginning to fill her as the spell stuffed her trembling zeppelins with fat. It felt so incredible, Annie thought, to feel herself being filled beyond any limits as her breasts crept down over her immense belly. About the time they hid her navel, which occupied the furthest point out on her unrestrained middle, Annie realized that she was already feeling sated. Even as her breasts continued to balloon, growing fatter and fatter, impossibly ripe and squeezable as the magic inexorably continued to fill them with more fat, Annie knew she wanted more. Sucking even harder, if such as thing were possible, Annie felt her skin stretching to accommodate the volume of fat that was being pumped into her breasts. Moaning, she put her arms around her massive mammaries, overcome by the way they throbbed beneath her hands. With one more gulp, Annie felt the surface of her impossibly engorged orbs touch the surface of the bed, even as she realized her breasts were now even wider that her indulgent and womanly hips and beyond that realized that she was reaching a degree of excessive overfullness new even to her. Her massive jugs, crammed beyond all imaginable repletion with fat continued to have gallons more forced into them as they groaned and strained to contain their own succulent voluptuousness. Still Annie sucked insatiably, as she felt her colossal tits spreading across the bed even as the breathtaking gulf of her cleavage began to rise up to her face. The vastness of the was almost too much for her to bear, as Annie felt her areolae growing tighter, her perky red nipples growing fat and full as her breasts, overfilled beyond all reason began to straining to contain their own quivering immensity. As they continued to swell and expand, Annie looked down at herself, noticing the delicate tracery of blue veins beneath her pale skin. Each moment seemed to last an eternity as Annie felt her breasts growing still more swollen as they fattened and grew; already impossibly overburdened by all the fat that they had been forced to take in, still they stretched and creaked alarmingly as more was pumped into them. Looking in the mirror, Annie was both delighted and terrified to see that her ballooning boobs, which now pressed with insistent softness against her chin, were almost as wide as the bed. She could not imagine allowing herself to grow any larger, allowing her already overdistended breasts to be overfilled still more beyond their capacity. And yet, she could not imagine stopping either, not while each second that passed felt more rapturously exciting that the last; and so, Annie continued to nurse the hose in her mouth as Gina looked on in lustful wonder. With a sudden gush, Annie felt her tits being overburdened with yet more adiposity; they groaned dangerously as her creamy skin grew increasingly taut, obviously inflated far beyond their limits already. Finally concerned, Annie moved to close the tap. Unfortunately, she discovered that her big, bloated, tits were so large she could not get her arms out from beneath them and to her mouth. She struggled, beginning to feel desperate as her monumental breasts quaked with fatness. She felt she was going to burst any moment as her swollen jugs raised high enough to touch her cheeks as they finally matched the width of the bed. Her arms almost free now, Annie felt her enormously distended boobs growing distressingly taut as they stretched. She felt her nipples growing fat and tight and for a moment was almost distracted by the thought of her beloved pinching them as he rode her. Annie could not believe that they continued to grow, but with the hose wrapped closely now between her billowing tits, she could not remove it from her mouth without her hands, which she was still struggling to get free. She cast a beseeching look as Gina, begging her with her eyes to stop this. But Gina was lost in her own concupiscence, as she caressed her own ample bosom, looking on as Annie's tits, desperately overfattened, continued to expand. Finally, with one last pull, Annie freed her hands from overstuffed mammaries, even as she thought her poor tits must at last be overwhelmed, and working with all the speed her wobbling endowments permitted, she reached the valve on the hose and gave it a mighty wrench. To her immediate dismay though, Annie realized that she had OPENED the hose up all the way. Though she instantly began to try with all her might to close the tap, Annie immediately felt the deluge pouring into her treble in volume. Her billowing tits shuddered exquisitely as a fresh surge gushed into them, inflating them with far more fat than Annie thought they could possibly hold. She felt them ballooning out wider than the bed in an instant as immeasurable quantities of fat were forced into her already overloaded breasts. Annie strove with all her strength to close the valve, but as her exorbitantly overfilled boobs continued to expand, they were making it more and more difficult for her to hold onto the hose as she wrestled with it. Beneath her, the bed was at last overwhelmed by her burgeoning bulk, and it collapsed under Annie's weight and sent the mattress crashing to the bedroom floor, her incomparably curvaceous figure trembling as she continued to grow. Once more, as her fattening breasts pressed all the more insistently against her cheeks, Annie cast a pleading look at Gina, who blind to Annie's predicament, was still watching with a lustful gleam in her eye as she rubbed her own swollen belly sensually. Finally, with one last desperate pull, Annie managed to turn the tap, and as her unimaginably distended mammaries quivered with sumptuous ripeness, she stopped the torrent that had filled her so excessively, and pausing to catch her breath, she surveyed vast, pale, tremulous vista before her. She was immense. Still kneeling, Annie's ponderous tits covered the entire bed before her and spilled out at least a foot on either side of the mattress. They were still trembling, still creaking with fatness, impossibly overfilled and so exquisitely tender that even the gentle air currents in the bedroom aroused her. "Oh Annie," Gina breathed as she stared with lustful enviousness at Annie's excessively distended mammaries, "I knew you wanted more, but I had no idea you wanted to pump THAT much fat into those ripe, juicy tits of yours." "But Gina," Annie replied, "I didn't want to make them THIS big. Look at me; my poor titties feel like they could burst any second." "Believe me, Annie, I'm looking," Gina replied as she leaned in and tenderly ran her fingers across the pale flesh of Annie's immensely overfattened breasts, "I'd give anything Annie, just to feel my own tits stuffed as full as yours are. So lusciously gorged, so exquisitely overburdened with fat, it makes me so horny just thinking about it." As she said this, Gina began to climb up on the bed. She leaned in close to Annie, the alabaster flesh of her own lush bosom pressing against Annie's own in a way that made both women gasp with desire. Before Annie could react, Gina threw herself forward onto her, Gina's red lips meeting her own passionately as Annie felt herself falling over backwards onto the bed. She moaned as Gina's full-figured form bore her to the mattress, her weight pressing exquisitely on the supple flesh of her own lusciously distended belly. "Please Gina, wait," Annie begged, even as she felt herself panting with lust as she felt Gina's massive jugs heaving against her own. Gina, however seemed overcome with desire, her entire body trembling deliciously as she caressed Annie and squeezed her swollen breasts with obvious delight. "Oh Annie," Gina moaned as she reached for her wand, "I know I shouldn't do this, but I just can't imagine letting an opportunity this big go to waste." "What do you mean?" Annie managed to ask, her breathing now quick and shallow, her massive mammaries shivering with excitement as she imagined the things that Gina might be about to do. "I really shouldn't, you know," Gina said, as if trying to talk herself out of something she had already made up her mind to do, "I'm sure I'll regret it in the morning, but you, my dear Annie, will be so very satisfied, I am sure. And of course, so will your fiance." And having said so, Gina, with a wave of the wand, conjured an enormous keg which looked for all the world to be filled to the brim with something very rich and very fattening. "But Gina," Annie asked, "I thought you were going to wait until you could convince your husband to let you get bigger." "And so I am," Gina said with a smile, "but just because I have to wait a while longer for an ass so fat I can block traffic with it and a pair of knockers so ripe and bloated my husband can sleep on them like a waterbed, doesn't mean you should have to." And without another word, Gina plunged the hose from the keg into Annie's waiting mouth, and as Annie's eyes grew wide with astonishment, Gina licked her lush lips and unstopped the barrel. Annie's eyes rolled back into her head as a river of sweetness erupted into her supine body. The deluge conquered her senses completely and it was all she could do to try and comprehend what was about to happen. Her body convulsed for a moment, her massive endowments, already obscenely overfattened and full, trembling deliciously. Then Annie felt herself begin to expand again. It felt different this time, as her new filling session began; she was already so immense, so transcendently stuffed that she could not imagine how she was taking it all in, and yet, that was exactly what was happening. Annie felt her titanic tits seeming to explode outwards as they expanded. Already overlapping the bed and touching the cold floor on either side of it, her breasts spilled out across the floor as they grew, ballooning as if they were attached directly to a hydrant. Annie moaned softly in desperation as her fattening jugs pressed up all the more firmly in her face, so very soft but unyielding in their bulk, threatening to bury her in her own expanding cleavage. Looking in the mirror Annie could see that they were expanding upwards too as they grew, two stupendous spheres crowding each other as they filled. Annie felt a warm trickle running down the stretching flesh of her tits. "Oh no," she thought, realizing with dismay that not only was Gina's concoction pumping oceans of fatness into her poor, overstuffed tits, but they were also running over with milk too! Annie struggled to reach the hose in her mouth, but her billowing bosom had pinned her chubby arms beneath it, and anyway, Gina was still watching with lecherous delight as Annie continued to grow. She felt her curvaceous ass shudder as it too was forced to fatten still more. Annie felt it swelling beneath her as it was filled beyond fullness. She felt her hips growing wider as her sumptuously well-padded bottom groaned lusciously with repletion. Her thighs, already entrancingly overloaded with fatness were forced to contain still greater volumes as they swelled, Annie shivering as her legs forced each other apart even as their creamy flesh squeezed against her moist femininity. Looking again to the mirror, Annie saw that her ass had grown wider than the mattress at last, only its roundness keeping it from making contact with the floor. Annie tried to cry out, but could only groan softly with the hose still in her mouth, as Gina, with a proud and concupiscent look on her face began to experimentally rub Annie's engorging melons. Annie, however, had other things on her mind as she noticed how her ponderous belly was expanding. Fatter and fatter she grew as it swelled insatiably, the very icon of fertility and womanly comeliness. As she grew still more gorged, Annie felt it pressing ever more insistently up against her quivering breasts, even as it trembled with its own hugeness. She felt its stately curve expanding as it grew, round and fecund. As her belly continued to expand in all directions it also moved inexorably southward, until finally Annie felt its quavering fullness begin at last to press against her womanhood from the inside. She was lost now, in new transports of ecstasy as the vast bulk of her unwieldy tummy massaged her throbbing cleft from the inside, jiggling and wobbling with her every movement. Never had her vagina felt so immeasurably tight and full, and yet also so wet, so excitingly moist that she felt like she could accept a foot of cock and still be hungry for more. And still she grew. Annie's felt her gargantuan breasts continuing to grow. Already impossibly distended with milk and so stuffed with fat that her pale skin protested increasingly audibly as it stretched to contain their immense bulk, she could see them swelling upwards and feel the cold floor beneath them as they expanded across the room on either side of the bed. Her nipples felt intolerably swollen, and looking to the mirror, she gasped at the way her areolae inflated, looking pale as they stretched along with her vast tits, puffy and bulging as her jugs, already filled to the brim, strained and quivered as yet more fat was forced into them. Annie's mind reeled to imagine how much had to be gushing into them to make them billow like this, so toweringly colossal were they already. Annie's luscious bosom trembled as it swelled, her breasts distended beyond any imaginable limits, aching wit their own abundance, her plump arms pinned beneath them, she felt them throbbing against the palms of her hands with pressure. As she gently tried to squeeze a handful of one, she came and came again. "Ohhh," Annie sighed to herself, "how will I ever stop cumming with these fat, milky tits?" As another orgasm washed over her, she saw Gina lustily licking the milk off her immense rack, but though Annie cast an imploring look at her, begging, beseeching Gina to put an end to this, but Gina either did not notice, or chose not to, as she stared with rapt attention at Annie's swelling mammaries, touching Annie's quaking tits in a way that Annie found maddeningly stimulating. Her belly trembled as it continued to expand, already unimaginably full, it pressed up between her ballooning melons as it blossomed in boundless opulence. Still it swelled as Gina's magic stuffed more and more into her already impossibly overstuffed belly. Annie worked her hands free for a moment and gingerly rested them against it; she shuddered as she felt her fair flesh so overburdened with fatness that she could hardly keep her senses. As her belly was gorged to still more awesome dimensions, Annie squealed as the pressure against her womanhood grew more and more electrifying. Every ounce of fat in her belly, so round and huge, the very picture of fertility and fruitfulness, seemed to be bearing down unremittingly on her most delicate of parts, and as her belly, so breathtakingly plump and overfed already, continued to grow, so did the lustful fires in her quivering loins. Annie realized with dismay that her ass too, was still growing as well. Already brimming with fatness, it continued to fill, spreading out still wider and becoming by the second a more ample seat between Annie and the mattress. Already a monument to the delights of excess, Annie felt it inflating beneath her, creaking as her milky skin stretched to contain the stratospheric oversupply of fat that surged into it. Reaching her hands as far down as they were able to go, Annie gulped as she felt how vast and matronly her hips had become, so well appointed to be held onto in a passionate embrace. Annie felt with a start, a sudden coldness as her tremendous derriere at finally spread out wide enough and grew so indecently sumptuous that at last it made contact with the floor, and still, quivering, was forced by Gina's magic to become fatter, and fatter, and fatter. Her thighs too groaned as more fat was pumped into them, luscious and opulent; they shuddered as they became fatter and juicier with each passing moment. Even with her lush legs splayed apart, for indeed, there was no other way to hold them, Annie felt a new throb of desire as her spreading thighs pressed against each other as they grew, and pressed as well against her wet and swollen lips, so that Annie almost forgot, for a moment how immensely overfull she was, and thought only of how delicious it would be to be fucked and ridden all night long, her bloated tits sloshing and bouncing and slapping against her distended belly, her exquisitely swollen ass groaning as the weight of her beloved burdened it. Annie's racing pulse quickened as she imagined him parting her soft and supple thighs, her plump legs wrapped around him as he thrust deep into her waiting femininity, already so tender and full and burning with lust that Annie could barely keep her head; and yet above all else she wanted him to fill her too. It was utterly overwhelming now, how impossibly huge Annie felt. Her titanic breasts overflowed with milk, so much trembling fat had been pumped forcibly into them that they quivered like jello, ripe and juicy and so incomparably fat that Annie was sure they were about to burst. Her belly continued to expand, succulently distended, so full and tight and round, it’s every movement rubbing her inside in a way that drove her mad with desire. Annie's ass continued to fill as she lay there helplessly upon it. Already exquisitely overstuffed, it groaned it the growing weight it had to support, bulging out beneath her lushly, her ambrosial thighs pale and soft and inviting as they continued to balloon larger and larger. With a start, and through her fog of unbridled lust and desperation, Annie felt a new pressure against her gigantic jugs, and looking to the mirror she saw that they had finally spread across the entire bedroom and were now touching the walls to either side. They creaked and groaned as they grew still bigger, a thin coat of milk covering her nipples and areolae, which bulged desperately outward under the immense pressure they strove to withstand. This, Annie was sure, was it, her quaking endowments filled beyond any imaginable capacity; she could not fathom how this could continue much longer. At last, with a loud gurgle, the barrel was empty. As the deluge slowed to a trickle, the hose no longer pouring its contents into her unbelievably voluptuous figure, Annie's mind began to clear, her senses returning gradually. She opened her eyes slowly and beheld the vast panorama before her. Her breasts were prodigious, spilling across the bed and the bedroom, they still quivered with her every breath, soft and white and immensely swollen, so sensitive to the touch that anything other than the slightest of movements brought her to climax. At the same time, they ached to touched, moveover to be squeezed, pinched and laid upon. They pressed up persistently against her cheeks, and for a moment Annie toyed with the idea of sticking her tongue as deep as she could into her own cleavage and licking until she passed out from sheer orgasmic exhaustion. As she felt her strength returning, Annie carefully, deliberately tried to rise, or at least sit up. Encouraged by the way the magic seemed to be helping to keep her mobile, she rose too fast and suddenly heard herself screaming as she came harder and faster than she had thought possible as her bloated breasts, rolling forwards as she sat up, applied the massive weight of their jiggling bulk down against her swollen belly, her sumptuous thighs at the same time pressing up against its fertile immensity. The combination seemed to cause a tidal wave inside her, crashing against her inmost parts, already at the zenith of arousal, pulsating against her from the inside again and again as she came and came and came until at last the storm in her loins subsided and Annie opened her eyes to see Gina standing at the foot of the mattress, a smile on her plump face, her own body glistening with sweat and desire. "Oh Gina," Annie asked, still tingling with arousal, her ponderously distended tits wobbling delectably as they rested on her belly and spread out across a good portion of the room, "why did you make me so big? My poor boobs are so overfilled they feel like they're going to burst, my ass feels like an overinflated moon bounce and my belly is so huge I can't even sit up without cumming!" "But look at you," Gina cried as if she couldn't believe Annie would doubt her good fortune, "you've got the juiciest, most fuckable tits in the world; why just think of how hot you'll feel when your man can lie on them while you suck him off, your fat, ginormous jugs bouncing and quaking while you blow him. Or think about how it will feel when he's on top of you and you can hold him between those brimming ballons while he fucks you. And your belly! So replete and round, fairly bursting at the seams; imagine how it will feel when he's on top of you, every thrust filling you more as he presses down on that oh-so-sensitive tummy of yours while your thighs wrap around him, pulling him deeper into you. And if you don't think that overfed derriere of yours is going to earn its keep, just wait until he takes you from behind and you feel those luscious cheeks smacking against his body, your arms spread out across those magnificent peaks you have there, well, then I don't know how I'll ever convince you I've got your best interests at heart." "Wait, Gina-" Annie began, partly because she felt ungrateful now, and partly because Gina's description of the carnal delights which awaited her had kindled a fire in her loins once more. "No, no, Annie," Gina said dramatically, "I thought you'd want to have the kind of body that drives a man mad, a figure like a goddess of some heathen and lustful age, the sort of endowments that even I dream about being able to enjoy. But oh well, I seem to have misjudged you. At any rate, I believe your beloved will be home in the next fifteen minutes, and shortly thereafter I think you'll find that I was right as you lie there, deliriously enraptured, blissful beyond imagining. But no, you think you're too big already, I suppose, so I'll just be getting my things and going I guess." As Gina turned to leave the room, Annie quickly surveyed her embonpoint. Her breasts, so ripe and lush, pumped so overfull that they quivered softly as she breathed, a faint blue tracery of veins just visible beneath her pale skin, so tight, and still so soft and very feminine, Annie could not imagine forcing them to take in another ounce. Her engorged belly was hardly visible beneath her stupendous bosom, but it she felt her immense bust weighing down upon it, and as she shifted slightly on her obscenely well-cushioned behind, her thighs rubbed against it in a way that seemed to send electric currents arcing across its vast expanse and right into her saturated femininity. Her supremely swollen ass bulged and groaned beneath her, overburdened by her weight and its own excessive fullness. Lusciously overstuffed, it billowed out behind her and under her exquisitely flaring and womanly hips, enticingly overfattened and full. Beneath her voluminous belly, Annie felt her luxuriously full thighs brush together, even the slightest contact between them drove her to distraction, so epic had they become, so delicately overfattened that she could make herself come just by squeezing them together. "No, I mustn't" she thought, "I'm already so enormous all I'll be able to do is lie here and get laid." "Wait!" she suddenly called out to Gina as the voluptuous enchantress was walking out the door. "Yes?" answered Gina wearily, turning to cast her eyes on the sensuous beauty sitting on the remains of the bed. "Would you mind, um," Annie stammered nervously, "would you mind leaving another one of those barrels?" Gina smiled a devilishly satisfied smile and snapped her fingers; another barrel, if anything larger than the last appeared in the room, the hose from it running from it in Annie's plump little hand. "Have fun, little sister," she said cheerily as she walked out the door, the expression on her face showing clearly that she felt she had done her good deed for the day. Annie found herself suddenly alone in the bedroom. As she pondered the hose and the barrel, she felt her pulse quickening and every inch of her curvaceous figure trembling with anticipation. "I wonder how much bigger I could get in fifteen minutes," she thought to herself, and with that cheery notion, she thrust the hose into her mouth and opened the tap, an elated look on her face as she felt herself begin to expand anew.