Warning: this story is all about bosoms and stuff, and as such, contains far more naughty bits than, for example, Newsweek.  If you are offended by such things, or were merely hoping that this was a monograph concerning the evolutionary history of badgers, then you are advised to go read something else, or proceed onward, now fully cognizant that you are about to read a story about a charming girl and her luscious, immensely swollen bosoms.  So there.

Too Much of a Good Thing

Kodos

	Chloe stood by the side of the country road, miles away from civilization, looking down at the tire iron in her hand as she inspected the wheel of the car.  It had been hot work, out under the summer sun, but she was athletic and fit, if rather short and on the petite side of things, but now it seemed that everything was back in order once more.

	"Okay, I think it's all ready!" she called to the old woman whose car it was, and who had been patiently watching Chloe as she wrestled with the tire.

	"Oh, thank you so, so much my dear," the woman effused, "I've been stuck out here for the last three hours with that flat and you're the only person who stopped to even ask if I needed help."

	"It was no trouble at all," Chloe replied, as she wiped the grease of her hands and set about returning the jack and its accoutrements to the trunk of the aged car, "Do a good turn daily, you know?"

	"Still, I'm sure I've made you dreadfully late to wherever you're going; you must let me give you something for your trouble," she said, reaching for the bulging purse she carried with her.

	"Please, you don't need to do that," Chloe insisted, seeing that if the state of this woman's car meant anything, she clearly needed to keep every cent she had, "It was my pleasure to help out, and I'm not going anywhere that won't still be there if I get there later than I expected, so it's quite alright, if you please."

	"You are a very kind young woman," she old woman said appreciatively, an appraising look entering her eyes, "and kindness, especially to such a complete stranger, one whom you expect nothing from in return, well, that is a very unusual thing in the world these days.  So tell me then," and at this, her voice and disposition seemed to take on a more serious color, "do you have any wishes?"

	"Wishes?" Chloe asked, sure for a moment that she had misheard, but curious nonetheless, "What do you mean?"

	"Wishes, my girl, wishes, the sort of thing that you ask for if you find a magic lamp or somesuch thing, something that is not, and yet, you want that it should be," she explained, still patient and kind, but still there was something about her that Chloe could not help but take seriously, some solemn, earnest power that inspired in her breast a sensation of complete credulity.

	"Do you mean then," Chloe ventured cautiously, "that I can wish for anything and you'll make it come true?"

	"Within reason," the old woman replied, "I can control people's minds or raise the dead or anything, and though I know you wouldn't ask it, I would never hurt anyone either, I'm rather in the business of helping."

	"I'm just not sure what I would wish for," Chloe answered, "I'm really pretty happy with my life the way it is."

	"Well now, my dear," the old woman responded, "a clever girl like you surely knows that all the normal things people wish for, money and fame and so on, don't make people happy; but certainly there must be something, some personal, private wish that you would like to see realized; some lifelong dream you don't even think about anymore because you don't imagine in your wildest flights of intimate fantasy that it could ever happen."

	"Well, there is one thing, I guess, that I've always dreampt of," Chloe said, as the old woman's notion about dreams long set aside reminded her of something.  Almost immediately though, she thought better of mentioning it, but seeing the keen eye of the woman, Chloe knew that she could not drop the subject now.

	"Hmmmm? And what is it then, that you would like me to help you with?" 

	"I'm not sure I can even say it," Chloe said apologetically, "You'd think it's silly, and kind of weird, and it's all just, so personal..."

	"Come now, my dear," the woman encouraged her, "No matter what it is, you'll probably never see me again after this, so what if it is silly?  What if I laugh and drive off?  You have suffered a mere moment's embarrassment.  But if you tell me, if I can help, then it could change your life, eh?"

	"I suppose you've got a point there," Chloe conceded, "Here it goes then: I want to be big.  Not tall like, I'm perfectly happy with being short, but I want to be voluptuous, absolutely stacked.  I want to be so buxom and bosomy that I need to get my bras specially made.  Not just big, you know, but huge, enormous, boobs so big I can motorboat myself without leaning forwards.  And my butt too!  I want big, broad, womanly hips, wide and round and sexy, hips that roll when I walk, thighs so plump they rub together just when I'm standing there and a bottom so lusciously ample that it turns me on just sitting down.  Oh, and one last thing, and this is the weird part but you have to believe me, I want a big, full belly.  Not all flabby you know, but round and fertile and sensual, like if I was pregnant, only bigger, so, so much bigger, but still with hips that made my waist look narrow and cleavage that just spills out in the front, my breasts would be so huge and soft and juicy.  Oh, and I don't want to just wake up one day and have it, no.  I want to work for it, I want to eat and drink and indulge my appetites, and feel myself getting bigger and fatter the more that I eat until I can't even touch the front of my belly and my tits and my ass are so overstuffed that I can't eat another bite I’m so huge and sexy and I – well, that's what I dream of."

	The second these words were out of Chloe's mouth, she breathlessly realized that she had said so much more than she had ever meant to.  She blushed deeply as she realized how much she had shared with the woman, her freckled cheeks turning even redder than her hair.  It was just, she had never been able to tell this to ANYONE before, and even though she was sure the old woman was about to look at her like she was a freak and drive off as fast as she could, it had felt good to say it all.  When she looked up at the woman though, she saw that she was still standing there, beaming at Chloe with a look of great benevolence.

	"Well," the woman began, now that she was sure that Chloe had said all she meant to, "that is certainly a big wish, and I've never done something quite like that before, but - I think I may be able help you with that."

	"Really?" Chloe gasped, still just so surprised that the woman was still talking to her that she almost hadn't registered that she was about to get her wish granted.

	"As I said though, it is a big wish," the old woman said soberly, "and as such, I'm afraid there's going to be just one catch."

	"What's that?" Chloe asked, now clearly worried.  After all, she thought, if this was true, if this woman was some sort of a witch, then the catch was likely to be something very bad indeed.

	"Oh, nothing too bad, my dear girl," the old woman reassured her, seeing Chloe's obvious fear that she was about to be asked to sell her soul or some such thing, "It's just, you won't be able to do it by yourself.  You could go and eat a horse and it wouldn't do a thing for you; you have to find someone else, someone you desire, and who will desire you, both as you are now, and as you hope to become, and every bite they feed you will make you that much more buxom and voluptuous.  So there you are, you darling girl, the spell is cast, all the wheels are in motion and so on, may it be as you have said."

	And with a wave, the old woman jumped with surprising grace into her ancient automobile and tore off along the pitted road, leaving Chloe standing there in the sun and the dust and the hot of summer, to wonder what on earth had just happened to her.

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	I stood in front of the cottage, a suitcase under each arm as Chloe lifted one of the bikes off the back of the car.  We had been together for a couple of months now, and with the worst of summer now behind us, she had decided that we were going to go to the beach for a week or two.  This cottage, apparently, belonged to her parents or some other relations of hers, and though it was just a modest old cinderblock affair, it was more than large enough for the two of us, and so far out along the island that I couldn't even see the next house down.  It was warm, without being oppressive, and as I watched Chloe unpacking things from the car, her lithe little body moving this way and that as she worked, I could not help but imagine that that was going to be a very good vacation.

	"I'm going to take these inside so we can start unpacking, alright?" I asked her as she fiddled with the bike rack, "Do you need me to come back and give you a hand with that thing?"

	"I've got it love," Chloe chirped, "you go on inside."

	In the bedroom, I set our clothes on a bed that creaked anciently and pondered how best to unpack things.

	"If you don't mind unpacking," Chloe called from the kitchen, "I'm going to run out to the store and get us some groceries.  It's a ways off from here, and it's getting late so I don't want to have them close before we can stock up for the week."

	"Sure thing," I replied, "I'm good with that." I was, in truth, just as happy have a little time to look around the house and maybe get a bit of a nap so as to be well-rested tonight, in case Chloe wanted to go walk on the beach, or anything else, of course.

	"Okay hon, I'll try to be back in an hour!" 

	And having said so, the slam of the screen door announced Chloe's departure, and I lay down upon the bed amidst the luggage and soon drifted off to sleep, the low late afternoon sun shining in warmly through the window.

	When I awoke, it was dark outside, according to the clock, more than two hours had gone by, and I could hear Chloe in the kitchen putting groceries away.  At last the bedroom door opened and Chloe came walking in, looking more than a little tired.

	"Sorry I took so long at the store; I hope you weren't worried," she said as she lay down on the bed beside me, her slim body pressing against me as she cuddled up, "I wanted to make sure we were well provisioned for at least a week, and then I remembered I needed to buy a new bathing suit and some shorts and well, it all took a little longer than I expected, but here I am now, and I'm absolutely exhausted."

	"Have you had dinner yet?  Is there anything I can get for you?" I asked her as she pulled the sheets up to her chin and smiled mischievously.

	"Well," Chloe began, as if this was something she had planned out in advance, "I could go for some soup.  There's a can on the counter if you wouldn't mind warming it up for your poor, tired, hungry girl here."

	"Sure thing, hon," I answered to her, feeling somewhat guilty for spending the evening napping while Chloe was out fetching us the proverbial hundred pounds of buffalo.

	On the kitchen counter, evidently left out by a woman who knew all too well that I was hopeless at finding things in the kitchen, stood the soup.  I was a little surprised, however, to see that Chloe had apparently gotten the economy size.

	"This one here on the counter?" I asked obviously.

	"Ya love, that's the one," Chloe called back from the bedroom, "there's some pots under the oven, use one of them."

	"I'm not really hungry myself right now, what do you want me to do with the rest?" I asked.

	"Don't worry about it," Chloe answered again, "just go ahead and make the whole thing up."

	I shrugged to myself and set to work.  It certainly seemed a little odd, but I thought that maybe Chloe really was feeling under the weather, or perhaps the store had been having some sort of a sale.  At any rate, I soon found a pot just where she had said I would, and a few minutes later was carrying in a piping hot bowl for Chloe, who was still lying in bed with the covers pulled up close and cozy, with a small, knowing smile on her face.

	"Here you go then," I said as I picked my way across the luggage-strewn floor, "shall I just set it on the nightstand for you?"

	"Well, actually," Chloe ventured demurely, "I'm still so tired, and it's just so nice and comfy here under the covers; would you mind feeding me?"

	Chloe fluttered her eyelashes winsomely, and, as if to make sure that the point her request was not lost on me, she opened her mouth in a way that was both fetching and more than a little bit alluring.

	"Well, if you insist, I suppose I could stick around for a little while and help you with that," I told her.  I was still not sure exactly what sort of a game she was playing, but I was rather enjoying it, whatever Chloe's idea was.

	"How very gentlemanly of you," she said fulsomely, "sit right here then, I won't bite."  She reached out and patted the bed by her side invitingly.

	I sat down beside Chloe, set the bowl of soup on the nightstand and very carefully, as it was still quite hot, brought the spoon to her waiting lips.  She slurped it down eagerly, with a satisfied sigh, and so we proceeded.  After the first bowl was emptied, I refilled it once, and then twice, as Chloe eagerly gulped down every drop that I offered her, the thick bedspread still pulled up to her neck, a knowing smile on her face all the while.  At last she had finished it all, enough, according to the label, to serve eight, and as I set the bowl down, she winked at me beguilingly.

	"Mmmmm," she purred, "that was just what I needed.  I'm still a bit thirsty though, would you mind bringing me a glass of milk; I still feel so weak you know."  As I got up to go to the kitchen again, Chloe called after me, "Actually, while you're up, just bring the whole gallon!"

	At this point, I was beginning to worry.  I had never seen Chloe eat quite so lustily before, and I hoped she wasn't coming down with something.  All the same, I soon found a gallon of whole milk in the fridge, strange, as she had always preferred skim before now, and pouring a glassful for Chloe, brought back to the bed where she lay.

	"Here you go, Chloe," I said, offering her the glass.

	"Thanks," she said, "but I'm actually really thirsty.  Would you hold the carton up for me; I always liked it right from the jug, you know, bad girl that I am."  This again seemed very odd to me, but then, if she was feeling poorly, I certainly didn't want to go picking a fight over something silly and so I set the glass aside and held up the rest of the gallon to her mouth.  Suddenly though, quick as a flash, she clapped her hands onto my own and with an eagerness that took me by surprise, lifted up the jug against her lips, pouring it in its entirety into her mouth.  I was so surprised by this that I didn't react at once, so amazed was I to see Chloe, a slip of a girl who could scarcely have weighed more than a hundred pounds drinking a gallon of milk in less than a minute.  Stranger yet was the way she murmured with pleasure as it poured down her throat.  Almost before I had begun to register all this, she was done.  Chloe took her hands off of my own and left me holding the now-empty carton, and with a dramatic flourish, cast aside the bedclothes, beaming triumphantly.

	"Well," she said proudly, "what do you think?"  For a moment I blinked dumbly, still not sure what she was talking about - and then I saw.  Her hips, which had been before almost boyishly narrow, now had a gentle curve to them.  Her thighs seemed ever so slightly thicker, and her stomach, though not large by any stretch of the imagination, seemed softer and smoother.  Most amazing to me though, was that where before she had only had a pair of A-cups which scarcely required a bra to keep them in their place, that same modest brassiere now brimmed over with a pair of breasts that were, if not a C, then very close to it.  The low neck of her shirt, which had before merely shown off that that she did not have a lot to show off, now displayed a show of cleavage which was, if not impressive, at least very pleasing to my eye.

	"Chloe, how did this happen?  What did you do?" I asked, utterly amazed at the change which had so quickly transformed her.

	"You like it then?" she smiled, cupping her bosom in her hands as she kneaded her new additions thoughtfully; "I hoped you would.  Because you know, this could be just the beginning."

	"Just the beginning?" I echoed her, something in her voice having impressed upon me that she had very big plans indeed.

	"Of course," Chloe replied as she rose from the bed, slowly turning in front of me to show off her considerably more curvaceous bottom, "As long as you don't mind feeding me, I mean."

	"Feeding you?" I asked again, still not understanding the scope of the powers I was working with here.

	"Exactly; every bite, every morsel, every drop you put in my mouth is going to make me just that much bigger, as buxom and voluptuous as you can imagine.  Wouldn't you like that?  For me to have tits so swollen you can't reach your arms around me, and a big, fat, fuckable ass, all for you to enjoy?"

	As all this sunk in, I began to realize what an opportunity now stood before me.  Even as she was still talking, I began to imagine Chloe's breasts growing larger and larger, inflating like balloons until she couldn't even touch her own rosy nipples, her hips growing wider as her thighs swelled impossibly plump, her butt becoming positively ginormous as her every swallow filled it with more fat.

	"Well then," I said to Chloe, who was looking at me with expectant mischief in her eyes, "what are you hungry for first?"

	With a smile that somehow managed to be demure and wicked at the same time Chloe said, "There's a cheesecake in the fridge.  I like cheesecake.”

	And so we repaired to the kitchen, though as we walked I could hardly pull my eyes away from watching the way her shapely behind swayed and moved with her every step, it's pleasing roundness set off by a pair of pants that had been form-fitting before all this and which now seemed to fit Chloe like a second skin.

	"It should be right there in the front,” Chloe said as she sat down at the table, “don’t forget to bring a fork, and ooh, some chocolate syrup too; it should be in the door there.”

	I went to the refrigerator and upon opening the door discovered that it was absolutely stuffed with desserts and sweets and all manner of fattening fare.  Right in the middle of the top shelf sat a cheesecake large enough to feed a small army, or even a medium-sized one, which I brought, without delay, to my waiting Chloe.

	“There’s an awful lot of stuff in the fridge there,” I observed, wondering just how far she was planning to go with this, “are you sure you’re going to eat it all?

	“You think that’s too much?” she asked, “I’d have gotten more if it would have fit in the car.  I assumed we could run to the store and restock later when we run out.  Now then, if you’re quite finished asking silly questions, I am absolutely famished.”

	And having said so, she immediately poured the entire bottle of syrup onto the cake, handed me the fork, closed her eyes and opened her mouth, leaning in towards me in a way that gave me an excellent view of the recent additions to her décolletage.  Not wanting to waste time then, since Chloe was obviously a woman who knew what she wanted, I picked up as large a bit of cheesecake as I imagined she could fit in her mouth and held it to her waiting lips.  Instantly, she swallowed it down, smiling with obvious carnal delight.  With a playful wink she opened her mouth again, and once more I tried not to keep her waiting long as I quickly fed her another bite, and another and another.

	Her hands free from the burden of having to feed herself, Chloe soon employed them in caressing her developing curves.  As she ate, her breasts, still bound within an A-cup bra bulged upwards as they passed the C range and kept growing.  Looking around the corner of the table I could see how Chloe’s hips were becoming wider and fuller with every bite, the seams of her pants protesting as their load increased.  As she ran her hands down along the flourishing curve of her belly, she sighed with evident satisfaction.

	After she had finished just over half the cake, a crack like a gunshot rang out, and Chloe, with a proud and sultry look, reached down into her increasingly lavish bosom to remove what was left of her bra, which had at last given way beneath the onslaught of her amplified attributes.  I watched with rapt attention as Chloe tried to fish the remains of her bra out of her shirt, but it seemed that unaccustomed as she was to dealing with such sizeable endowments she was not making a great deal of headway, however pleasant it was to watch.

	At last she moved to get up from the table, but no sooner had Chloe gotten to her feet than she let out a moan that almost doubled her over again.

	“Are you alright?” I asked her; worried that she had overdone things.

	“Oh, oh, I have never been better,” Chloe said breathlessly, her breasts heaving as she stood up once more, “It’s so much better than I imagined.  It’s just, my butt feels like its inflating like a balloon, and what with my thighs and everything, well, these pants are squeezing me in a VERY stimulating sort of a way.”  

	Finally she managed to reach up under her shirt, which was itself looking rather overstressed, and retrieved the remnants of her bra.  As she stood before me, I could see that her breasts were now at least as large as cantaloupes, full and soft and pressed up together by a top that seemed barely able to contain them.  Moving south, her belly was definitely beginning to expand indulgently, while her hips had become broad and womanly, flaring out in a very comely manner.  As Chloe turned to offer me a view of her rear I saw that her ass was larger than I had imagined, fat and round and firm, her pants looking like they were painted on.  Chloe’ thighs had grown too, and with her every step, they seemed to send a frission of lust running through her tantalizingly plumpened body as they rubbed together at their widest.

	“Mmmmm,” Chloe murmured as she pressed her swollen melons together, “I can’t tell you how incredible it feels to finally have boobs.  They just feel so heavy and full it's going to take some getting used to; I suppose I ought to enjoy my feet while I can still see them.  Oh, and my butt feels so amazing, I can hardly wait to see how it feels once I've put a bit more junk in my trunk.  Well then, time's a-wasting and this cake isn't going to finish eating itself.  I want to absolutely stuff myself tonight and you'd better help me to do it!"

	What could I say to that?  Who was I to stop Chloe from eating her way to outsized voluptuousness when it was already making her so very happy already.  As she sat on the bench at the table again, her pants groaning, I sat down by her and picked up the fork again.

	"Oh no," she said, with a dismissive shake of her head, "silverware is only going to slow me down now.  You just pick up a slice of that cake there and stuff it in."

	How could I refuse?  I did as she asked, and fed her piece after piece of cake as Chloe gulped it down hungrily.  Her breasts, I noticed, seemed to definitely be growing faster now, ballooning larger with her every bite.  Her belly continued to expand, though not nearly as much as it ought to for all that she was stuffing herself with, and her fattening hips began to pour out over the waistband of her pants.

	As the last piece of cheesecake disappeared, Chloe struggled unevenly to her feet, her breasts now bloated to almost the size of bowling balls, and looking like they probably weighed about as much, her nipples poking out against the tortured fabric of her shirt, her cleavage specked with little drops and rivulets of chocolate syrup that had dribbled onto them.

	"Ooh," she sighed, "I have to get out of these pants; I hardly have room to breathe."

	"Do you want me to try to get them off for you?" I asked, more than happy to undertake such a herculean task.

	"I've got a better idea," Chloe purred lasciviously, "There's a can of whipped cream in the fridge; bring it over here, would you please?"

	I checked, and there it was, one of several she had evidently acquired.  It seemed that Chloe had bought everything she could in the economy size, as just one can looked like it had more whipped cream in it than any decent person could use in a year.  I brought it over to her.

	"Should I get you a bowl for this?" I asked, holding the can up for her to see.

	"I think not," Chloe said with a giggle that made her whole body jiggle winsomely, "just bring it over here and I'll show you what I had in mind.

	I brought the can back over to Chloe, admiring on the way how lush and squeezable her bottom was becoming.

	"Okay now, listen carefully," she said with the air of a woman giving very important instructions, "I want to blow these pants to smithereens, so you just stick nozzle in my mouth, fire away and don't stop until the can is empty."

	"Are you sure?" I asked, still doubting her insatiable resolve, "it looks like there's an awful lot of cream in here."

	"Well if you do it right," Chloe replied as she patted her belly expectantly, "there'll be an awful lot of cream in HERE.  Unless you only thought I was sexy when I was skinny and flat-chested?" She pouted her lips, which looked as if they had plumped up as well.

	"Your wish, milady, is my command." I answered with all the seriousness I could muster, and pressing the nozzle between her lips, I pressed it down.

	With a foamy hiss, the whipped cream began to squirt into her mouth.  Chloe's eyes grew wide and her cheeks puffed out as she fought to swallow it fast enough to keep up.  Moaning, she clapped her hands to her burgeoning belly.  A few seconds later, there was a loud snap as the seams in her pants at last gave out, as they fell in shreds around her ankles.  Looking down, I was amazed to see how huge and fat Chloe's bottom had become.  It seemed to balloon larger by the second, fatter and rounder as she fondled its ample expanse eagerly with both hands.  Her hips too, seemed to almost be inflating outwards, unbelievably broad and womanly.  Her belly was filling as well as a torrent of cream gushed into it.  Chloe now looked as if she were not only pregnant, but rather far along with it as her belly grew round and smooth and fuller by the second.  At last her shirt too surrendered, splitting down the front and freeing a pair of breasts so ample and fat that they stood out several inches past her capacious belly, each a surrendering to gravity only enough to leave no doubt that they were each of them every ounce soft and yielding flesh, as big as her head now and still growing, her freckles moving further and further apart on the vast expanse of her creamy bosom.  Chloe's panties, which were the only thing she still had on, were showing the strain as well, riding up as well as they were able to stay ahead of her burgeoning hips and below the enlarging curve of her belly, faint dimples showing at the base of her back right above where the spreading curve of her bounteous behind.  Her thighs continued to fatten too, growing thicker and softer as she grew increasingly full and fair of flesh.  At last they pressed together so fully that Chloe had to shift her stance, moving her legs apart to give her abundant assets more room to expand.  Finally, with a hiss and a sputter, the can was empty, and I set it down as Chloe surveyed her sumptuous physique.

	Her bosom was immense, each breast bigger than her head and clearly visible even from behind.  They trembled with her breath, and had grown so large that they now rested in part upon her round and fertile-looking belly.  Her hips were wide enough that I was glad she had not been sitting in a chair for this last part, as she would surely have found herself trapped by her enticing curves, though as it was, Chloe now had the most amazing hourglass figure I had ever beheld.  Her once-modest derriere was enormous, sleek and fat and smooth; it was all I could do not to grab her about her expansive waist and take her right there in the kitchen.  Her panties fit her more like a thong than anything now, stretching to cover what they could of her supple, swollen ass.

	"So, you like?" Chloe asked demurely, entwining her hands together across her belly so that her prodigious bosom presented an ever more breath-taking vista of cleavage.  "It it just so incredible, I can't even tell you, to have boobs like these, so fat and bloated I can hardly see around them.  And ooh, it was sooo amazing when you started with the whipped cream, they way it felt pumping my little tummy up fatter and fatter. And my ass, it’s just so, so enormous, I'm not even sure how I'll sit on it without getting all excited.  I'll have to be sure to do something naughty later so you'll have an excuse to spank me.  Unless of course you'd rather hold off on that until tomorrow, then I'll be an even bigger girl and you can take me over your knee and spank me until I give you what you want, whatever that might be."  She smiled over her shoulder at me and smacked herself on the rear to demonstrate, sending ripples through her well-upholstered seat that made her belly bounce and her enormous jugs jiggle enticingly.  "But that can all wait for tomorrow; we've got all week you know.  Why don't you take your fat horny little girlfriend back to bed and tire her out for the night?"

	And so I followed Chloe back to the bedroom, unable to look away from the alluring view before me, her swollen breasts standing out wider than her zaftig body on either side, swaying as she walked.  Still in a daze, I lay down on the bed and she climbed up next to me.  Leaning forward, Chloe kissed me passionately, her lusciously full breasts hanging heavily against my chest.  I reached up and grabbed two huge handfuls of her trembling bosom and as she whimpered with pleasure as I gave her nipples a savage pinch, hardly able to control my desire to be inside her.  I felt myself growing hard, pressing up against the firm yet yielding flesh of her ample belly as I held her full red lips to mine.

	"Well now," Chloe said with a pleased smile as she sat up, hands upon her lush hips, "It looks like you don't mind that I've put on a little weight then.  I'm glad you like how fat my boobs are now, but I hope you don't set your sights too low; I am a growing girl after all."

	With that, she crawled back and leaned forwards again, lowering her magnificent breasts against me, taking me in one hand and rubbing me in the vast, soft chasm of her cleavage until I thought I was going to come right then and there.

	"Ooh there big boy" Chloe moaned, sitting up and placing her hands against the small of her back, arching her back in a way that made her abundant charms seem even more excessive, "I'd love to be on top tonight you know, and let you watch these bloated funbags of mine bounce while you fucked me, but I'm afraid my poor little arms just aren't up to holding up these big, fat, juicy tits for long, so I'm afraid you'll have to do most of the work tonight."

	Having thus announced her attentions, she lay back on the bed, her sumptuous bust heaving up towards her face as she reclined.  She lifted up her plump and shapely legs and proceeded, with a shimmy that set all her marvelous attributes jiggling anew, to work her way out of her too-tight panties.

	I climbed over Chloe, her nubile body already slick with sweat, and drove myself into her.  We both gasped at once; she was tighter than she had been before, as if her very womanhood had been stuffed fuller and tighter.  Grabbing her around her broad hips, I pushed into her as hard as I could, and with her womanly belly pressing softly up against me, I loved her with an urgency I could hardly have imagined before.  Wrapping her lavish thighs around me, I felt like I could let loose any second, but her screams of ecstasy told me that I needed to hold on as long as I could.

	"Oh, YES!" she yelled, her voluminous mammaries rolling with my every thrust, "Fuck me, harder! Harder!"  She spread her legs out as far as she was able, anything to let me deeper into herself.  At last I grabbed her by her legs and held her feet up to the headboard.  She moaned as her fat thighs squeezed between my shoulders and her burgeoning belly.  I thrust as hard as I could into her moist depths, and soon she was screaming, almost sobbing as she came, her body quaking immensely as the climax washed over her.  Her huge tits slapped against her belly as I fucked her, harder and faster until at last I exploded deep within her and lay, spent, upon her, my face buried between her still-quivering jugs as the aftershocks passed through her supine body.  

	"Ohhh," Chloe said serenely, "that was so much better than I imagined.  This just keeps getting better; tomorrow we'll have to go out to eat..."