Warning: If you are in any way averse to bosoms and the like, you probably ought to steer clear of this story.  

Too Much of a Good Thing 
Part 2

by Kodos

	I woke up in morning, and out of habit eyed the clock by the bed.  I had slept later than I thought.  I heard Chloe bustling about in the kitchen, the scent of bacon wafting through the cottage.  After I threw on some clothes, I walked down the hall to meet her. I smiled, knowing marvelous sight that awaited me.  I was not disappointed.

	Chloe stood at the kitchen counter, her back towards me as she worked; she was wearing a bathrobe of hers which, as a result of her more than abundant filling the night before, barely even began to cover her mountainous endowments.  The robe rode up above her spreading hips, which billowed out invitingly to either side of it while her deliciously fattened ass swelled out behind her, so round and full and supple I wondered that she would ever be able to find clothes to contain her new figure.

	"Good morning there, sleepyhead," Chloe said brightly, turning to face me as she popped a slice of bacon into her mouth.  Though I had seen her in the altogether just the last night, the view as she turned towards me still almost struck me speechless.  Her belly, swelling out enormously from under the inadequate robe, looked even rounder and fuller than it had the night before, immensely lush and rich, quivering ever so slightly as Chloe reached for another piece of bacon.  Even it, however, was put to shame by the display immediately to its north.  Chloe's breasts were huge.  She had belted the robe just beneath them, that apparently being the only point at which it could be tied.  The effect though, rather than preserving her modesty, served only to create a vast canyon of cleavage a man could get very pleasantly lost in.  Her boobs were colossal, wider than her chest even as the robe squeezed them together.  Every time Chloe moved, or even breathed, they seemed to tremble slightly, their freckled skin pale as if it was straining to hold their supple immensity, her bosom looming out several inches further than her bountiful belly.  She popped another slice of bacon into her mouth, giving a little hop that made her magnificent melons bounce and jiggle uncontrollably.  Truly, I was at a loss for words; at least any intelligent ones.

	"How much have you had to eat already?" I asked, sure that she had been stuffing herself all morning.

	"Why you would not believe how much I've been stuffing myself all morning," Chloe replied, resting a hand absentmindedly on her expansive bosom, "and I know what you're thinking, but you haven't missed anything.  I promise you I'm not an inch bigger than I was last night.  It doesn't work that way, you see?"

	"What doesn't work that way?" I realized that I still had no idea how this was all happening, it having seemed beside the point to ask the night before.

	"Why the spell, of course!" Chloe said with an expressive wave of her arms that threatened to split the belt of her robe, "of the magic or whatever it is.  When an old gypsy woman grants you a wish it doesn't come with an instruction manual you know."

	"An old gypsy woman?" this was actually making less sense to me by the moment, though it was difficult to think particularly clearly with Chloe's bombs quivering so splendidly before me.

	"I don't know, it's always an old gypsy woman, isn't it?  Look, for all I know she was from Wyoming but that's not the point!"

	I still didn't see where Wyoming entered into any of this, though it did occur to me in passing that the Grand Tetons were there, and that there was nothing quite like watching a highly agitated young woman whose wonderfully fulsome figure threatened at any moment to explode out of its confinement.

	"Are you even paying attention?" Chloe asked, snapping me out of my reverie, "The point is that I can go out and gulp down a swimming pool full of gravy and it won't do a thing to me.  It only fills me up if you're the one feeding me.  So don't worry, you haven't missed anything, and I only put on this silly robe to keep from getting bacon grease on the twins here because you would not believe how sensitive they are now that they're so full and fat."

	"And you're quite sure that's how it all works?" I asked, beginning to feel like I was catching up with things.

	"Well, pretty sure," Chloe said, a note of distinct uncertainty creeping into her voice, "At any rate, if it wasn't that way, after all I've eaten this morning this robe wouldn't even wrap halfway around me anymore, so yes, I'm sure that's the way it works thank you very much Mr. Expert-On-Wyoming-Gypsy-Fat-Girl-Enchantments.  Anyway, to return to the point I was making originally, I was thinking we could take a bike ride today.  It's perfectly lovely outside and there's an all-you-can-eat seafood place halfway up the island.  We can watch the ocean, get some fresh air, and then you can feed me until I'm ready to burst, my tits are so overstuffed you can sleep on them like pillows and my ass is so fat I can get it stuck in a loveseat.  How does that sound then?"

	"That all sounds great," I answered, pleased that everything finally seems to be making sense, more or less; while also imagining how much more voluptuous Chloe was going to be by the end of lunch if she was really planning on letting me feed her as much as she was suggesting.

	"Well good then," Chloe replied, clapping her hands together with buxom glee, "the bikes are all set, I just need to go change into something a bit more...athletic, get the water bottles and we're good to go!"

	Having said so, Chloe turned on her heel, her curvaceous posterior shifting delightfully as she did so, and walked back to the bedroom, her generous hips swaying undulantly with each step.  Not being sure how far we were planning on going, I threw back a cup of coffee to finish waking up and was just thinking about getting some breakfast myself when Chloe strode back into the kitchen, wearing a tank top that looked like it was made out of something stretchy and a pair of spandex bicycle shorts which, though they did do an admirable covering up her bountiful physique, I could not imagine how she had managed to pour herself into them.  I picked up the two water bottles I saw sitting on the counter.

	"And we're taking these then?" I offered, trying to make myself useful after a fashion.

	"Yes," Chloe said, taking one of them from me, "that one's yours; it's actually got water in it.  As for mine, it contains, shall we say, a recipe of my own creation which calls for considerably more nourishing ingredients."

	And so we mounted our bikes and set off for this fabled land of milk and honey and crab legs, Chloe thoughtfully taking the lead, and I thoughtfully bringing up the rear, which left me free to enjoy the view as her big plump ass rippled in its lycra confinement.

	We pedaled on for what seemed to me like hours, past endless miles of clear white beach which struck me as a wonderful place to come back to later this evening once the stars were out.  Slowly the sun tracked its way across the morning sky, and though it was in all ways a beautiful day, I was beginning to wonder whether we would ever get to this place.  At long last though Chloe called back to me.

	"Here it is," she said, "up on the right." 

	And lo and behold, there it was, in all its unrefined touristy glory.  I realized I had been able to smell butter in the air for at least the last half mile, and now clearly, we had arrived at the source.  Reaching the front door Chloe went in ahead of me while I secured the bikes.  By the time I got through the front door she was waiting for me with a winsome smile on her face.

	"Don't worry hon," Chloe said perkily, "I've already paid our way.  You know, all those years of coming here with my family I always felt as if I wasn't quite getting my money's worth with the all-you-can-eat deal.  I believe it’s time to make amends for that."

	She lead me into the back room, for it appeared that the restaurant also catered to classier people than ourselves, as we passed a large room in which several groups of people were dining off of tables that did not have tablecloths made of newspaper.  Happily though, we did have the room all to ourselves, and Chloe wasted no time in finding the closest seat possible to the buffet and setting herself down with a heaping plate of various guilty pleasures.

	"Well then," Chloe said, a lasciviously hungry look on her face, "shall we begin?"

	"Actually," I demurred reluctantly, "I'm afraid I'm more than a little hungry myself, not having had breakfast today.  Would you mind if I ate a bit of lunch first, before we get to work?"

	"Oh, of course," Chloe replied, as if the possibility of someone not having eaten enough had not even occurred to her, "You go right ahead and have your lunch; I'm going to warm up by gorging myself like there's no tomorrow. So you take your time, honey, but when you're done, you have to promise to feed me even more to make up for it."

	"Nothing," I said with genuine relish, imagining how indecently full her figure would be by the time we left, "would please me more."

	And so, after helping Chloe to load up four platters, each piled high with the richest stuff we could find, I settled in to have a bite myself.  I discovered however, that everything here seemed to be so cloyingly rich I could hardly choke it down.  Nonetheless, I set about wringing as much butter as I could out of the entree so I'd at least have enough of a lunch to get me back home.  Chloe, meanwhile, had already gulped down a plate and a half with obvious delight.  Before long, in fact, I had almost forgotten about my own dinner, mesmerized as I was by the sight of my love gorging herself with such satisfied abandon.  Remarkably though, just as she had said at breakfast, it didn't seem to be adding so much as an inch to her girth.  She went back for thirds now, her round and well-nourished derriere jiggling with every step.  I tried to go back to picking at the contents of my own plate, though I found myself once more hypnotized by the way Chloe's boobs threatened to overtop her top as she leaned over yet another plate stacked so high that I was amazed she had been able to get it back to the table without spilling it.  Noticing how I was watching, she smiled, and set about eating in the most suggestive way possible, at one point swallowing an impressively large deep-fried pickle whole, and in the process reminding me of a thing or two to put on the agenda for later in the evening.   She went back for sixths, then sevenths, her pace not slowing in the least as she stuffed herself with more food than I imagined possible.  As Chloe rose from the table for what would be, by my accounting, her tenth helping, she fixed a serious stare upon me.

	"Well now," she asked, pointing to my plate with an air of concern, "what's wrong, I thought you said you were hungry?"

	"I'm afraid this stuff is just way too rich for me," I admitted, "I don't know how you can eat a single bite of it, much less half the restaurant."

	"Are you kidding?" she asked me incredulously, "I could do this forever and not be satisfied.  All the same though, if you want me to plump up any while we're here, you'd best start feeding me soon; I've already made my way through more than half the buffet."

	"Good point," I said, once again thinking about watching my sweet little Chloe's breasts ballooning with fat, "What can I get for you then?"

	"One of those crab cakes would be nice," she said leaning across the table towards me, her lush bosom brushing its surface,” I finished all the ones they had over there a while ago, and they are so very tasty."

	She leaned in closer, her mouth open invitingly, lips moist with longing.  I popped the morsel into her mouth and she swallowed it eagerly.

	It was as if someone somewhere had opened the floodgates.

	Chloe's eyes rolled back in her head as a rapturous cry escaped her lips.  Her hands flew to her breasts and immediately she started to expand once more.  Her breasts began to swell, bulging against each other and inflating as they were filled larger by the second.  Chloe moaned as their expansion continued; her luscious tits becoming more and more distended, as if fat was being pumped directly into them, succulently overstuffed as they were already.  Her cleavage, already a canyon long and deep, became even more astonishing as her brimming mammaries inched down her belly, trembling as if they could hardly contain their own quivering immensity, her pert nipples straining against the overstretched fabric of her top.  As Chloe turned, writhing with pleasure, I saw that her luscious ass was filling up monstrously.  It expanded behind her, wider and fatter as if it were determined not to be outdone by her billowing bosom, which even viewed from behind was by far the widest part of her.  Chloe's shorts strained to cover her colossal derriere.  They rode up fetchingly as her overstuffed bottom became still fatter.  As her shorts crept upward they revealed inch by inch the vast creamy expanse of trembling white flesh spreading beneath them.  Soon her shorts covered less than half of Chloe's behind, still swelling as it was stuffed fatter and fatter.  Her thighs were almost exploding outward as they were filled with more fat, their increasing overplumpness making it necessary for Chloe to move her legs further apart every so often.  As her shorts grew tighter, they hugged all the more closely the most intimate regions of her feminine figure, and as she turned towards me once more, I saw that Chloe was doing her best to work her hand down her front.  This was no easy task however, for not only was she still utterly lost in the wonders of her own exquisitely overfilled body, her belly was surging outward as it too expanded sumptuously.  It swelled outwards, becoming more and more the very image of fertility as all the food she had eaten of the last hour seemed at once to be forced into its shuddering voluptuousness.  Her top no longer covered its increasing roundness, her belly button peeking out above her waistband as it continued to grow more impossibly replete with each passing moment, inflating outwards and pressing up against her titanic breasts.  At last she reached herself with a gasp of raw desire, her arm almost lost beneath her enormous jugs.  They were larger now than watermelons, quivering as they were forced to take in still more fat.  Her top was strained almost to transparency now, her breasts trembling as if they were far too full already; I had no idea how much longer Chloe could endure this onslaught of repletion.  At last though, her expansion seemed to slow and she fell to her knees, her feet almost lost beneath her impossibly juicy ass, her breath coming in uneven little gasps as stray ripples of lust coursed through her indescribably ample body.  Finally she looked up at me with a look of lascivious wonder in her eyes and opened her mouth, her lips redder and more sensuous than they had been before.

	"Ooooh," Chloe said, surveying her trembling additions, "That did not work the way I thought it was going to at all.  Oh, I just feel so full now, everything feels so... sensitive."  She rubbed a hand across one distended breast, a shudder of pleasure wracking her overfed figure.  

	"Are you alright?" I asked, worried that she might have overdone things by growing so much larger so quickly.

	"Oh my, I've never been better," Chloe murmured as she tried to regain her feet, "I just feel so stuffed, so wonderfully full.  I'm not sure I could cram in another bite and still be able to keep my legs beneath me."

	"Well, we can go back to the cottage if you want," I suggested as I reached her side, marveling at the way her quivering mountains seemed to overwhelm her voluptuous body, both so soft and smooth I could hardly restrain myself from tearing Chloe's top off (it looked like it was liable to go any minute anyway) and ravishing her right there in the empty restaurant.  Still, knowing that I had to get her home somehow, I guided her to a bench.

	"Thanks Love," Chloe said, smiling up at me as she lowered her magnificent form to the seat. "OH!" she gasped suddenly, her whole body giving a little spasm of delight, "It's going to take some used to sitting down on a bottom so fat that I feel like its liable to pop.  And look at my belly; I look like I'm nine months pregnant and I feel so magnificently stuffed.  And my tits!  This is what I've dreamed of as long as I can remember.  They're just so fat, so lavishly overfilled I don't think I could hold anymore."

	"But then again," Chloe said as she cast a concupiscent look back over at the buffet, "I never did get dessert."

	"Hang on a second," I said, worried that she had already exceeded her limits, "Are you sure you're still hungry; are you sure you've got room for anything else?"

	It was no good though; she had already hefted herself up from the bench and was making her way directly towards the soft-serve machine.

	"You know, it's funny," Chloe mused, more to herself than to me, "I always loved frozen yogurt, it’s far more fattening than they let on, you know, but I never had room left for any after supper.  And while, come to think of it, I'm already more full that I ever thought I could be, I could really go for something sweet right now.  Let's see here then..."

	To my great amazement, Chloe had apparently decided to not waste any time with plates this time around, instead leaning back against the counter with a certain statuesque grace, spreading her plump arms out wide against the counter edge to support herself, and placing her mouth right under the dispenser.  After a moment she turned her face toward where I stood, dumbstruck by what I imagined was about to occur.

	"You are aware, my dear," she said with an air of weary patience, "that that lever there is not going to pull itself."

	As if to complete the picture, lest I have any doubts what her intentions were, she wrapped her lips around the nozzle and fluttered her eyelashes invitingly.  As she held her self there, I stared at how her enormous globes stood out at least half a foot past her bulging belly.  Standing over her now, I stared down into the prodigious canyon between her towering breasts.  At last I looked into her eyes, pale blue and filled with desire, and without another thought, I pulled back on the machine's lever as far as it would go.

	As the surge of ice cream gushed down her throat, Chloe's body, already so magnificently overfilled she looked as if she could hardly move, began to expand at an astonishing rate.  As she sucked insatiably at the nozzle, her breasts swelled like filling water balloons.  They quivered, impossibly heavy and delicate as they were pumped excessively full.  In seconds, her top, already overstrained from her recent feeding, split right down the front, releasing her sumptuous breasts and allowing them to swing free even as they grew more distended by the second.  Her nipples, I noted, were a much paler pink than they had been even the night before, her soft skin stretching to hold its luscious and blossoming burden as her mammaries continued to expand.  As they swelled still more massively, they seemed to be pushed apart by her growing belly, and yet, as if in defiance of its rapidly increasing fullness, Chloe's trembling zeppelins seemed to be expanding even more quickly now, pumping outward as she swallowed.  With nowhere else to go, they spread outwards, her plump arms beginning to disappear beneath their spreading fullness.  With her every swallow, they seemed to endure another little surge of growth, quivering with her every breath as what seemed like countless gallons of fatness were forced into their already overstuffed opulence.  As I stood over her, her fattening bosom pressed with soft, irresistible insistence against my body, mouth-wateringly massive.  Her nipples were swelling too, growing fatter as if her body was doing everything it could to contain abundance of voluptuousness it was being forced to withstand.  Her areolae grew paler, still small in comparison to her mammoth tits, but stretching desperately as her bloated jugs grew even fatter.  I reached out with my free hand and pinched one of her nipples, squeezing the mountain that swelled beneath it.  Chloe writhed lustfully, her swollen melons quaking alarmingly as she did so.  She sucked even harder.

	Her belly too was expanding, filling as if in competition with her breasts.  As Chloe gulped down more and more ice cream it soon surpassed the fullness of any normal pregnancy, blossoming until it was so large I began to wonder if she'd even be able to stand soon.  As it ballooned outwards, it pushed up against Chloe's towering jugs, pressing their resplendent immensity up towards her chin and out to either side.  At last so much had been pumped into it that it began to expand out to her sides, taut and firm as her skin stretched to contain her own vastness.  The great curve of her belly swelled downwards too, a massive globe straining against the waistband of her bicycle shorts.  Another great surge seemed to hit Chloe now, overwhelming her utterly as her breasts were compelled to accept still more fat, swelling out now more than a foot beyond her bloated middle.  Her belly bulged tremendously, beginning to groan with fullness as it grew more exquisitely distended.  Whether because of her sudden febrile growth or because she was so overcome by the sensation of it all, Chloe's legs began to tremble beneath her, her breasts magnifying each shudder of her body as they expanded relentlessly.

	Chloe's hips too were continuing to spread; now broader than her shoulders by far, they grew softer and more womanly as Chloe eagerly swallowed still more, heedless of any possible limit, her ass becoming more luxuriously overfattened as I watched.  Her shorts were stretched impossibly tight, her lusciously overfed derriere jiggling deliciously as Chloe submitted to having still more fat pumped into it.  Her hourglass figure at last became so fulsome that her billowing hips began to press against me.  Realizing this, Chloe, as well as she was able in her current position, began to rub up against me, my mind reeling with visions of the possibilities that awaited us back in the bedroom and I reached down around the great, fertile sphere of her belly and began to rub her through the lycra fabric that was all that protected what remained of her modesty.  Moaning softly, she spread her legs as far as she was able, her soft, plush thighs squeezing my hand with their insistent warmth.  If Chloe had been thinking about stopping, she had clearly reconsidered as she braced her arms against the counter and drank as if she was intent on sucking the machine dry.

	Chloe's titanic breasts, larger than beach balls now, continued to grow still fatter and heavier as they were filled and overfilled until they looked as if they would burst.  Exquisitely ripe, they quivered like soap bubbles, her tender flesh stretching, her nipples growing impossibly engorged as I pumped still more fat into them.  Her tits began to groan more insistently now, straining to contain their own immensity.  So full had they become that, supported by her sumptuous belly, they began to rise towards her face, her cleavage pressing up towards her graceful neck as they continued to balloon.

	Finally, with a rattle and a thunk, the machine fell silent.  I released the lever, and Chloe let slip her arms and slid to the floor.  Her descent however, proved to be a brief one as her monumentally fattened ass met with the ground far sooner than she expected, having become so huge that she scarcely needed a chair to sit upon, nor would anything short of a small sofa even fit her now voluptuous bottom.  Her belly stuck out almost halfway to her knees now, filled to breathtaking excess.  Her breasts sat atop it, sensuously overfilled, so vast that Chloe could hardly reach her arms around them.

	"Oh my," she sighed, "blinking as if she had only just become conscious, "I'm so huge, I think I may have over done it."

	"Are you all right?" I asked, worried that I had fed her more than she could take.

	"I, I think so," Chloe stammered, slowly rising to her feet, "Oh, this is all just so- I mean, I thought I was full before and now my poor little tits feel like they're about to burst.  And my belly, I can't believe how big it's gotten; I'm so overstuffed I can hardly stand it.

	Chloe stood she patted her ample figure experimentally.  As she tried to wrap her plump arms around her luxuriant bosom she shivered as her hands touched her prodigious breasts.  She placed her hands under her belly, trying to cradle its bulk and get a feel for how truly enormous it had become, gasping as her fingers touched its taut surface, her swollen thighs trembling to support her weight.

	"Don't worry hon, let's just get back to the cottage," I offered, thinking that she had let herself grow far beyond what she had intended, "just take it slow, everything will be okay."

	"Okay?" Chloe asked, turning to face me, "Everything is not 'okay'.  This," she said emphatically jabbing a finger into the side of one swollen breast, wincing as indescribable sensations threatened to overwhelm her, "this- is the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me!  Do you know how long I've dreamed of having a figure as awe-inspiring as this?  And every inch of me is just so sensitive, why, if you just came up and gave me a good pinch I bet I'd just up and lose control.  And don't think I don't know that I've got you to thank for it.  You've taken very good care of your fat little Chloe today, and I am going to make it well worth your while when we get home later, you lucky boy you.  At least until it's time for you to feed me more, of course."

	"Feed you more?" I stammered, astonished that Chloe, standing there with a pair of tits so huge that she couldn't even reach around them any more and an ass so impossibly full I was worried she wouldn't be able to get through the door, could possibly be thinking about eating more, about filling her overstuffed assets to even greater excess.

	"Well not right this second, obviously," She chided me, placing her hands on her generous hips as if I had suggested she finish off the buffet right then and there, "I still need to get home, and we rode here on the bikes.  Later tonight though, well, I'm just saying, I'm counting on you to help me work up an appetite, if you know what I mean."

	"Oh, Okay." I managed, only mildly reassured that she had not entirely lost her mind and that, more importantly at the moment, I was about to go home with this goddess of fertility and quite honestly fuck her until she couldn't take any more.

	"Wonderful then!" Chloe said brightly, as if this sort of thing happened every day, "would you go out to the bikes and fetch me my bag real quick?  I packed a bigger tank top and I don't think the restaurant manager would approve if I just walked through the dining room with these big juicy peaches here just out for all the world to see."

	Quickly seeing the manifest wisdom of her words, I made my way back out front to the bike rack, where I retrieved Chloe's bag and made haste to return it to her, thankful the entire way that we had picked a slow day in the buffet room so that Chloe could gorge herself until her belly groaned with repletion and her tits looked like a couple of overinflated beach balls unobserved.	Slipping back into the room with my buxom beloved, I handed her the bag, from which she promptly extracted as spacious top which I saw almost immediately would still not contain her present bounty adequately.

	"If you could please stop gawking at my boobs, though heaven only knows I don't mind a bit and hope that you indulge all such inclinations to your heart's delight later on, I seem to have underestimated the, erm, quantity of real estate I'd be dealing with here, and could really use a hand with this top," Chloe remarked, though obviously she was very pleased with how difficult I was finding it to look her in the eye at the moment. "I just need a hand cramming myself into this thing, and also, mmmm, oh, it's difficult to focus when just touching my skin is so distractingly stimulating."

	Though I was still enjoying the show immensely, watching Chloe's luscious jugs bulge and wobble as she tried to cram them into the too-small top and thinking only the most libidinous thoughts as she squeaked and gasped as she tried to compress her jiggling endowments without much luck, I realized that for one thing, someone could still walk in on us any second, and two, the sooner she was decent (after a fashion) the sooner we could get home to a verdant promised land verily flowing with milk and honey, so to speak.  At last, we managed to force her into the top, though it was a very near thing.  Chloe's belly billowed out beneath it winsomely and would likely have attracted attention on its own.  Fortunately her breasts spilled out of the top to such a degree, wobbling and quaking as the seams of her top protested, that no one would notice how her bottom had become so staggeringly fat that her shorts fit her rather more like a bikini than a pair of shorts, her overfilled derriere jiggling hypnotically with every step she took.  I walked out first to the lobby, to be sure that we could get out as unobtrusively as possible.

	"Was everything satisfactory today sir?" The hostess asked as I passed by her.

	"Oh yes, most certainly so," I replied, "everything we were looking for and, um, more.  We will definitely be coming back again at some point.  Come on hon, we need to get going, it’s a long way back to the cottage."

	At this point Chloe, having arranged herself as presentably as possible, finally squeezed through the door, a broad smile on her face as she came to stand beside me, her enormous breasts bulging outward to such a degree that I was half afraid that she was about to knock over the maitre'd.

	"Everything," Chloe effused, "was simply delightful.  I do so enjoy coming here when we're in town.  I'm afraid that today though, I may have enjoyed myself a bit too much.  All the same though, a girl does have to look her best out there on the beach you know?  Oh, and one little thing: I think your ice cream machine may be out of order, you might want to have someone take a look at it."

	Now that we were at last out in the parking lot, a concern which had been in the back of my mind of a while at last became an obvious problem.

	"Um, Chloe?" I asked, not entirely sure how to put this.

	"Yes, my love?" she answered pleasantly, as she worked to tie her bag back to her bike, a task made considerably more difficult by the fact that her breasts obscured a good portion of her field of vision.

	"Are you, um, quite sure that you'll be able to make it back on the bike?" I asked as delicately as possible.

	"What? Oh, of course I will! Why wouldn't I be able to, silly?" she remarked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "After all, I'm ever bit as light on my feet as ever I was, we've got a lovely day still for traveling, and you know I planned some of this out ahead of time.  That's why I got a bike with a big, soft, comfortable seat - to match my own!"

	By way of illustration Chloe now turned and gave her extremely well-rounded rump a shake that reminded me just how much woman I was dealing with here, and nimble as ever climbed onto her bike.

	"Why don't I lead the way home?" she called out over her shoulder, "That way I can set the pace if I do start getting tired, and you can hang out back there and enjoy the view."

	And that is exactly what I did.  As we rode homeward along the nearly empty road I found myself all but incapable of looking at anything aside from Chloe's very well-proportioned figure.  Her ass was titanic, so lusciously overfilled that I wondered how she was able to remain perched atop the bike seat that seemed to have disappeared beneath her.  Her shorts looked excruciatingly tight, the soft expanse of her behind shimmering delightfully as she pedaled.  From behind her breathtaking hourglass figure was more evident than ever, the graceful curve of her back leading down to her waist where it widened delightfully into her hips.  Her belly just visible from this angle, swelling out with seductive gracefulness.  Her breasts though, were nothing short of astounding.  Though they had already been obvious from behind, now that Chloe had squeezed her arms past them to reach the handlebars they bulged out unbelievably, filling her lap and sticking out under her arms.  I could only imagine the view from in front, though the way that the few oncoming cars we did pass seemed to keep almost driving off the road suggested it was quite a sight to behold.

	Though it was getting later in the day, it was still fairly warm out, and as we passed a small overlook by the sea Chloe pulled over and climbed off her bike.

	"Sorry to interrupt the show; I'm just feeling a bit thirsty," she said, a sheen of sweat glistening across her bosom and threatening to render her overstretched top completely transparent, "I just need to catch my breath for a minute and I'll be good to go."

	"You know," I observed, glancing at her bike, "If you're ever going to go biking again you're going to have to get a bigger seat."

	"Hmmm?" Chloe sighed, "Did I misunderstand you, or did you just say that you thought I should have a bigger seat?"

	"What, no, well, yes, but I meant for your bike!" I answered unhelpfully.

	"Oh, no," she said impishly, "I heard you distinctly say that my seat was not sufficiently ample to meet your refined expectations, and that, good sir, is something that I cannot allow to stand uncorrected, no indeed."

	She reached down and retrieved the water bottle from her bike, then held it out to me.

	"Here you are," she said as she offered it to me, a naughty smile on her face, "Give me this to drink if you think my seat requires further enhancement."

	"Hang on a second now," I protested, "not that I'm at all averse to you getting bigger, it's just that we've still got at least a few miles to go and if you go and explode out of that top you're wearing, we're going to have a tough time making it home unnoticed."

	"Oh, don't worry about that," Chloe said dismissively, "It's just one little bottle, how fattening could it possibly be?"  "Besides, now I feel like after clearing out a buffet and sucking down all the ice cream in the county, after putting away so much that I can hardly see past my own cleavage, and here you come telling me I'm not big enough.  Well, if you don't give me that bottle right now, I shall be most offended, most offended indeed."

	Chloe pressed her chubby arm to her forehead dramatically, and was doing her very best not to collapse into giggles.  With her other hand she again shook the bottle at me.  I took it.

	"Come on now hon," I said, trying to get into the spirit of things, "If it means that much to you, and heaven only knows that your happiness and contentment are ever of the very highest importance to me, then of course, I would be utterly remiss in my duties as a boyfriend were I to fail to satisfy you in this."

	"Wonderful!" she cried, her sunny and buoyant self returning at once, "come over here then and give me a drink."

	I walked over to Chloe, and she moved in nearer to me, her massive breasts pressing softly against me.  I put one hand under her quivering breast, marveling at how heavy, how surpassingly full it was, as with my other hand I held the bottle to her lips.

	Suddenly, she reached up and wrapped both her hands around my own, squeezing as hard as she could.  The entire contents of the bottle immediately poured into her mouth.  As its effects began, Chloe smiled at me lustfully, took the bottle from me and placed my hand under her other lavishly swollen breast.  A shudder ran through Chloe's body as she arched her back, her huge jugs pressing even more assertively against me.  She began to expand even more.  Her breasts, still resting heavily in my hands, trembled as they started to grow again.  Already inordinately full, they grew increasingly distended; throbbing as if fat was being pumped into them from some unseen source.  I felt them growing heavier, becoming more impossibly enticing with each second that passed, her top straining to contain their size.  As I stood, mesmerized by Chloe's flourishing voluptuousness, my hands were soon caught between her enormous bosom and her belly, which was becoming more unwieldy by the second as it billowed out, sensually overfilled, the waistband of her shorts retreating beneath its swollen immensity.  Chloe's hips, at least as well as I could see them around her ballooning boobs, seemed to be growing wider as well.  I could hear the fabric of her shorts complaining as it dug into the soft, smooth flesh of her plumpening thighs.  I felt her breasts, unbelievably heavy now, quake as she moved her legs apart to give her delectable thighs more room to expand.  Suddenly, the material of her top gave way, no longer able to hold her any longer and I found myself holding in my hands the fattest pair of tits I had ever imagined. They bounced apart now that they were free; Chloe's enlarging belly pushing them apart as well as it was able.  Gradually, their expansion slowed, Chloe murmuring with pleasure as she caressed her brimming melons with obvious relish.  I gave them a squeeze myself, amazed at how soft and yet how ponderously full they were.

	"Mmmmm," Chloe sighed, "You're going to have to do more of that once we get back home.  Please don't be angry love, I had no idea that recipe would be so potent."

	"Hey now," I started, doing my best to be cross with a girl who was at this moment wriggling suggestively against me, "I thought you said that stuff wasn't going to make you bust out of any more clothes.  We still need to get home and here you are, almost naked."

	"I am so very sorry about that," Chloe said with a pout, "I'm obviously a terribly naughty girl, and you'll have to discipline me as you see fit once we're back home.  Of course, that's assuming I can get home; My shorts have become distractingly tight I'm afraid, and I'm certain it will be quite a task for me to pedal the rest of the way home what with my plump thighs rubbing so excitingly against each other and all."

	"Well, can you make it the rest of the way then?" I asked, very interested in her suggestion and more than a little annoyed at her coyness, "or would you like to hide behind a sand dune while I go and get the car?"

	"Oh," Chloe replied, as if greatly put upon," I suppose I can get these juicy fat thighs of mine to carry me the rest of the way home.  Of course, I expect I shall be awfully stirred up by the time we get there, and I will almost certainly be in need of some serious attention to satisfy me.  If, of course, you don't mind."

	"My dear," I said, looking forward to our return more than ever, "I promise you that you have nothing to worry about in that department."
 
	"Oh good," Chloe cried, clapping her hands together in a most becoming way, "let's get back then!"

	And with that, she heaved herself back onto her bike and was off on her way, with me following close behind.  I found myself entranced by a pair of dimples right where her back broadened into her wide hips, and before I knew it, we were back at the cottage, having fortunately passed not a single car on the way.

	"You'll have to unlock the door my love," Chloe said as we reached the front steps, "I don't think I can reach my keys anymore."

	"It would be my pleasure," I replied as I held the door open for her, "After you, my lady."

	I followed Chloe to the bedroom, her womanly hips swaying alluringly as she walked.

	"Oops," she said with a giggle as she entered the bedroom, her swollen tits colliding with the doorframe, "if I get much bigger you're going to have start helping me carry these around."

	"Well," I replied as seriously as I was able, "I suppose I could get used to that if I had to."

	"Good, I'm glad to know I won't be putting you to too much trouble," Chloe said with a wink, "Now, would you mind helping me get out of these shorts?  Somewhere along the line today, they seem to have gotten so tight I can hardly breathe."

	She lay down on the bed; its springs squealing beneath her weight, and lay on her back.  Her breasts lolled out to her sides, so lusciously huge I had a hard time restraining myself from just going straight after them, and her belly looked even larger now, as it rose round and fat towards the ceiling.  Chloe kicked her plump legs at me.

	"Come on now, are you just going to stand there staring all night?" she asked petulantly, "Not to rush you or anything love, but I feel like if I don't get laid soon here, I'm going to explode."

	"Well, we certainly can't let that happen," I said as I idly pressed my hand against the warm, firm skin of her distended belly, enjoying the way it seemed to excite her even more, "I imagine I'd better see about getting those shorts off of you."

	"Oh yes," Chloe cried, pounding her fists down on the bed beside her, "please, get them off me, I want to be naked for you!"

	I grabbed the waistband of the shorts and gave them a pull, but it seemed that Chloe's bottom had become so swollen with fat that I didn't think it was even possible to pull them off at all.  Still, never being one to give up after a first try, I tried again to yank them off of her as hard as I was able.  Unfortunately, they remained very much in place.  Fortunately, my action did have the effect of setting Chloe's entire curvaceous body aquiver, which was still a wonder to behold.

	"You did that on purpose!" she declared as she pressed her small hands into her huge bosom, trying to stop its undulation.

	"Obviously I did it on purpose," I called back as I pondered my next move, "I'm trying to get your pants off, Little Miss Screw-Me-Now-Before-I-Lose-My-Mind, but it would appear, if you have somehow failed to notice, that your ass has become so excessively huge that normal methods of pants removal do not seem to be quite up to the challenge!"

	"Sorry," Chloe came back, sounding somewhat chastened, "maybe you could try to cut them off me.  I think there are some scissors in the kitchen."

	"Good then," I remarked, "finally some progress.  I shall return."

	Leaving Chloe struggling there on the bed, I made my way back to the kitchen, where I did indeed find a pair of scissors that seemed like they might be up to the task at hand.  Triumphantly, I strode into the bedroom.

	"Finally," Chloe sighed, as if I had been gone for hours, "please do hurry; it’s getting harder to keep my head about me."

	"Don't worry love," I reassured her, "I'll have you free in a second here.  Just stop wiggling around so much; this would be hard enough if you'd just lie still for a second.  I don't want to poke you you know.  Well, actually, I do, just not with the scissors, but you knew that already, didn't you?"

	At last I managed to get a good grip on Chloe's shorts and snipped the waistband.  Just as I'd hoped, no further work was required as they snapped off of her like a spandex rubber band and shot across the room.

	"Oh my," Chloe breathed as she reached down to touch herself, "You have no idea how, stimulating, it feels to be lying here all naked and vulnerable.  Why, every inch of me is just throbbing with desire.  Why don't you get out of those clothes yourself then, and come show me you know how to handle your buxom little Chloe?"

	Chloe lay supine on the bed, fire dancing in her eyes, her expanded figure shuddering as she stroked herself lustfully.  I quickly got out of my clothes and was suddenly stuck by an idea so gratifyingly wicked that I knew I couldn't pass up the chance get her back for all her teasing and showing off earlier.

	"You know," I mentioned, in a casual sort of way, as I climbed up beside her on the bed, "while nothing would please me more than screw you silly right this very second, there is one small matter which I think we need to resolve."

	"Mhhh?" Chloe asked, slowly petting her immense belly, "What do you mean?"

	"You know quite well what I mean," I answered as sternly as I was able, "you did a rather naughty thing out there on the road, bursting out of your top like that for all the world to see."

	"Can't we talk about this later?" Chloe pleaded, slipping a finger between her swollen lips, "I'm just so horny now you have to fuck me, please!"

	"Oh believe me," I replied, "I would like nothing more than to do just that.  But, if I were to go ahead and do that now, you might never learn your lesson."

	"Please," Chloe begged, as I reached out and pinched one of her nipples hard enough to make her entire luxurious body shudder, "I'll do anything you want! Just take me first or I'm going to lose my mind!"

	"No, no," I reminded her, "I'm afraid that first you have to be disciplined, my dear, and since you yourself first suggested it yesterday, I think you need a good thorough spanking."

	"Ooh," she sighed, "but my poor bottom is still so tender from the bike ride, and ooh, it’s just so very full, so stuffed to bursting, I'm not sure I could stand being spanked right now!"

	"Well, I'm terribly sorry, but I'm afraid that's just the way it is," I said as if this were a real chore for me as well, "but until you come over here and bend that sweet ass of yours over my knee, I'm simply not going to be able to come and quench that fire burning in your loins."

	"Please!" she begged me as she slid another finger inside herself, "just do me first; I'm so horny I can't control myself.  Fuck me now and you can spank me all you want afterwards."

	"I'd like nothing more than to do that you know," I said with all the regret I could manage, "But then I don't think you'd learn your lesson, and that's the entire point.  You can lie there all night writhing around on the bed if you want, but until I've given you the spanking you so richly deserve I'm not going to have sex with you."

	"Okay then," Chloe said, "but make it quick and don't do it too hard, my little tush has had a big day already."

	And at last, to me delight, she got up and crawled across the bed and laid luscious body across my lap.

	As she did so, I felt her huge belly pressing down against my legs, fertile and womanly.  Her breasts bulged out across the bed beside me, pressing against my side and hanging off the edge of the bed, supple and full.  Chloe's ass, every bit as exquisitely fat and overfilled as I had hoped, and even a little more, trembled softly beneath the palm of my hand.

	"Oh," she murmured as she settled in, "my belly feels like an overfilled balloon; I don't know how long I can lie on it like this."

	"Quiet, you wanton girl," I commanded, "or this will only take longer."

	And with that, I gave her backside a resounding smack.  She bucked, her breasts quaking against me, her belly shaking as she gasped. 

	"Oh!" Chloe cried, "Please, don't!"

	I spanked her again, harder this time, her creamy flesh yielding beneath my hand.

	"I can't stand it!" she moaned passionately, her entire body quivering enticingly as she struggled.

	"It's no good struggling," I observed, "I'll only have to spank you more."

	"Oh, stop, please," Chloe gasped, "I'm getting so turned on I can't endure it!"

	"Well then," I observed, "I think I shall just have to spank you a bit more then."

	As I continued to deliver a truly epic amount of spankage to her lush derriere Chloe's body was overcome by a spasm of orgasmic energy, her breasts trembling desperately, as I grew more aroused and felt myself poking more and more distinctly into the soft expanse of her belly.

	"Please!" she moaned, her body convulsing now, "just fuck me!"

	I spanked her again.

	"I'll do anything," she sobbed, "anything you want!"

	The spanking continued.

	"I'll die if you don't stop and fuck me!" she begged.

	I delivered another lusty blow.

	"Oh! Oh! I feel like I'm going to explode! Just fuck me now!" Chloe screamed, her entire body throbbing fervidly against mine.  I wondered how long I could hold back myself at this rate.

	"Very well you fat naughty girl," I allowed, "I think you've learned your lesson, for now."

	"Oh, oh my..." Chloe breathed as she rolled off my lap and back onto the bed, "I'm so horny, I can't bear another second of it.  Please, please, I'm just so hot, please, take me from behind.  Ride me, do me... spank me more, I'm need it."

	Chloe dragged herself across the mattress on all fours, her belly almost reaching her knees, her puffy nipples brushing the surface of the bed in a way that only seemed to be exciting her more.  She lay down on her elbows, her titanic boobs straining to support her, her legs splayed out as far as they could go and still support her weight.  I came up behind her and placed my hands about her waist, her generous hips warm and soft against my hands.  Chloe's breath was coming in little gasps now, she almost whimpered as I felt myself growing harder, touching her waiting womanhood, wet and warm and yielding.  I grabbed her hips and pulled, and thrust inside her.  She gasped as I entered her, her arms trembling as if she was utterly overcome.  I sighed as I slid into her, she was so tight, but also so lush, so soft, her body so lusciously overfilled inside and out.  I thrust again, deeper this time, Chloe's huge ass pressing against me with sensual fullness.  

	"Oh, yes!" she cried, gasping for breath, "Fuck me!"

	I rode her harder now, her swollen ass smacking against my body as I drove into her again and again.  Enraptured, Chloe's arms gave out, letting her fall to the bed, her immense breasts supporting her.  They bulged out alarmingly beneath her weight, quivering each time I sunk myself into her.  I was completely lost in the moment, feeling as if I could ride her all night like this, but Chloe had other ideas.

	"More!" she shouted, "Fuck me harder! I need it rough!"

	I grabbed her again by her voluptuous hips, pulling her back against me as I tried to drive even deeper into her depths.  Chloe pushed her ass back up towards me, eager to receive anything I could give her, her whole body throbbing now as she moaned in ecstasy, squeezing me even tighter as she came and came again.

	"Don't stop!" she managed, as another orgasm washed over her, "Give me more! Spank me!"

	As well as I could without losing my rhythm, I hauled back with one hand and smacked her curvaceous rear with all the strength I could summon.  Chloe jumped like she had been struck by lightning, tightening around me so suddenly that I almost came.  I smacked her again and she screamed.  She had lost all her strength now, lying there face down on the bed, her plump legs buckled beneath her ample behind, forcing her swollen belly to support her weight; it bulged lushly beneath her body, and Chloe whimpered and tightened around me as the pressure inside her grew.  She was having trouble catching her breath now, moaning softly as she was carried away on a wave of bliss, her body still shuddering every couple of seconds.  At last I could hold back no longer; I gave her quivering ass one last great smack, drove myself into her as deep as I could and shot myself into her, pumping my love into her for what seemed like an eternity.

	Feeling completely spent and just as satisfied, I finally withdrew from Chloe, collapsing on the bed beside her.  A few seconds later, she rolled ponderously over and stretched out next to me, her luxurious breasts settling heavily against me, still heaving softly as Chloe regained herself.

	"That," she announced, a dreamy look on her face, "was absolutely incredible.  I didn't know it was even possible to feel like this; I came so many times I think I lost count."

	"You, my dear," I observed as I pressed a finger against her nipple, which immediately perked up at my touch, "are a whole lot of woman."

	"Mmmm, I'm so happy that you like it," Chloe murmured, "I always wanted this, but I never knew how, how intense it would be."

	"It is certainly going to be a lot of fun learning my way around all your assets." I observed, pressing my arm into her cleavage and marveling at how deep it seemed to go.

	"You don't think I'm too big, do you?"  Chloe suddenly asked uncertainly.

	"No, definitely not," I hastened to assure her, "Especially after what we just finished, you may be perfectly confident that I love every ounce of you."

	"Good then," she smiled, "so you wouldn't mind if I let myself get a little fatter?"

	"Chloe my dear, as long as you've got that incredible hourglass thing going on, I'll help you get as fat as you can imagine."

	"Oh good," she said with a yawn, "I think I need to gain a few more pounds before my new swimsuit will fit, and I'd be sad if I thought you didn't want to watch my tits blow up like balloons anymore."

	And with that image dancing in my head, I felt myself drifting off to sleep, pressed into Chloe's vast, comfortable bosom, her soft body held close to me, a smile of utter satisfaction on her face.