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Too Much of a Good Thing, Part 3

Kodos



	I awoke from a very pleasant dream to find myself alone; the bed seemed empty without Chloe's soft and substantial form beside me.  According to the clock by the bedside, I had slept for several hours, and since we had both gone to sleep fairly early, I was found that I was quite awake, though it was still, by all rights, the middle of the night.  I decided to see what my buxom lover was up to, pulled on some pants, and walked out into the house.  I felt my way down the dark hall, towards the light of the living room, and finally reaching to door, I turned and beheld Chloe, perched upon the couch and reading a book.  Though it had only been a few hours since last I had beheld her naked, impossibly voluptuous body (and done a few other things with it as well), I still found myself captivated by the sight of her before me.  Chloe wore the same robe that she had barely been able to squeeze into the morning before, and now, since I had spent a good portion of the afternoon before feeding her until she was filled to very limits of her capacity and then some, it failed to wrap even halfway about her waist, her magnificently full and fertile belly swelling out immensely before her, pressing heavily against her lusciously ample thighs, which appeared so very smooth and soft, and so splendidly plumped up that Chloe could not even hold them together, their own fullness, as well as that which had made her femininity so very sensitive, prevented her from sitting any other way.  Her voluptuous ass ballooned out beneath her, so lusciously overfilled I was amazed she could bear to sit on it, as every time she moved in the least it creaked like an overinflated balloon, her entire body quivering at its sensitivity.  None of Chloe's attributes, however, trembled nearly so bewitchingly as her titanic bosom.  Her breasts were immense, so inflated with fat that I wondered how Chloe could possibly be serious about filling them even fuller.  Though they were divinely soft and yielding, they were firm enough to billow out at least a foot beyond her sensuously round tummy, the robe she wore not so much supporting them, as squeezing her boobs together, the chasm between them being a thing a man could get lost in.  Chloe's tits were also paler than the rest of her, and the freckles which had once dotted them abundantly were now spread out across a great expanse as her breasts had been so recently forced to bear such an excessive filling.  They rose and fell gently as she breathed, which I thought must have made it difficult to focus on the book she was reading, laying it down, as she had, on top of her buxom assets.  As I stood silently in the door, Chloe reached out and absentmindedly stroked the side of one breast tenderly, sighing as the sensation spread through her body.  Chloe made as if to caress another region of herself, somewhat further to the south, but finding that her belly was too indulgently full to reach around while sitting, she contented herself with petting her thigh, which evidently still had a somewhat stirring effect upon her.  Returning her attention reluctantly to her book, Chloe must have seen me out of the corner of her eye, for she turned her head towards where I stood and gave me a most amorous smile.

	"Hello there Lover," she said winsomely, "I beginning to wonder if you were going to sleep right on through to the morning.  I'm happy to see you're awake to keep me company; I was getting lonely out here with just me and my book."

	"Well now," I began," as it so happens, I seem to have slept very soundly tonight, having had such an active day, and I would certainly hate to leave such a comely young woman as yourself all alone with nothing but a book to keep her company, and I would be only too delighted to keep you entertained.  Did you have anything in mind?"

	"How serendipitous that you should ask," Chloe exclaimed, "because I was just, at the very moment you walked in thinking about what a wonderful night it would be to go for a walk on the beach."

	"Are you quite sure it isn't a little late for that?" I asked.

	"Not in the least," Chloe replied, rising from her seat with bewitching grace, "there's a warm breeze blowing in from the ocean, you know, and a full moon out tonight that ought to be terrifically romantic, and I've just been dying for a chance to try on my new bathing suit, and I think that you may just finally have fattened me up enough to fill it out properly.  And besides, as late as it is, I don't expect there will be anyone else around to bother us; it'll be like having the whole world out there to play around in."

	"That does sound nice," I answered, though I was having trouble looking Chloe in the eye, as she had moved close enough to me that her enchantingly massive breasts almost touched me, quivering softly as she stood there.

	"Wonderful!" she said, with a little bounce that finally overwhelmed the waistband of the robe, which surrendered with a snap.  Without its support her breasts sat heavily on her indulgent belly, its fullness tended to pushed them apart, though still they pressed together like two overinflated beach balls jostling for room.  Without support they hung only a little bit lower, still marvelously round and ripe, the overall effect only demonstrating how lusciously fat and astonishingly heavy they had to be.  Chloe leaned in close to me, smiling as she pressed her body against mine.  Her belly was warm and surprisingly soft for its fullness; her breasts bulged out as she pulled me in close to her, the sensation obviously exciting her as much as it did me.  At last she had drawn me in near enough, and licking her lips sensually, she inclined her face up toward my own and gave me a long, passionate kiss that made me want to do all sorts of things to her right then and there. After an eternity she let me go, smiling demurely.

	"Oh dear," she remarked as she observed her predicament, "I seem to have burst out of my robe.  How difficult it is for a full-figured girl like me to remain properly attired.  Alas, I suppose that is simply my lot in life, unfortunate as it may be, that fashion designers do not cater to girls with big fat juicy tits like mine, so deliciously swollen and full that nothing seems to fit them.  To say nothing of course, of how much of a challenge it is to find a pair of pants that fit a woman with a real hourglass figure.  Oh well, I suppose I'll have to start wearing more skirts, though I suppose they'll probably all be very tight, stretched across this curvaceous ass of mine, straining to wrap around my hips.  I do expect it will tend to ride up a bit too, so all the world will be able to see how deliciously plump and enticing my legs are.  Oh, that such a fate should be mine.  And I imagine it will only get worse too, as I get bigger.  I can just see it now, this big fertile belly expanding even more enormously when you feed me, my poor overfed tits growing even more ponderous and ever so distractingly sensitive.  But then," Chloe said with a wicked smile, "I suppose you might be able to live with having a woman destined to suffer such challenges and perhaps even find ways to make it worthwhile for me to be so buxom as all that?"

	"I can think of a few, I believe," I observed, my mind reeling possibilities.

	"How very thoughtful you are," Chloe replied, "I shall have to make sure that I make you as happy as you make me.  And now, if you will excuse me for a moment, I am going to go put on my new bikini so that we can go and walk along the beach."

	And having said so, she shrugged off the remnants of the robe, a gesture which caused her ample bosom to wobble in a most tempting way, and walked back to the bedroom, rolling her broad hips seductively as she did so, her sumptuously overstuffed behind jigging with every step.

	As I waited for Chloe to come back, I couldn't help but wonder if she was serious about growing even fatter.  I hadn't nearly been able to put my arms all the way around her just then, but it seemed like she could hardly wait for me to feed her again.  It was, I had admitted, a very tempting thought, not just having Chloe become so scandalously voluptuous as she obviously wanted to be, but the idea of feeding her, pumping her fuller and fuller, until she was so exquisitely huge that she could hardly stand it; Well, if that was what she wanted, I for one was certainly not going to try and talk her out of it.

	"I'm ready!" Chloe called from down the hall, "I do seem to have one problem though."

	"What's that?" I asked.

	"It seems that I judged the size wrong," She said as she walked into the room, "it doesn't fit me at all."

	And it was obviously so.  Her swimsuit, though it was a wonderful slinky shade of red that brought out the color in her eyes in a very complementary sort of way, was, inconceivably too large for her.  It hung loosely over her prodigious bosom, staying in place mare due to artful arrangement than any tension holding it in place.  The bottom piece was no better, as Chloe was keeping it up only by holding it with her hand.

	"Where on earth," I asked with a smile, struck by the absurdity of the situation, "did you find the one bikini in the universe that would turn out to be too big for you?"

	"Well, two days ago I was a size 4," Chloe explained, "I didn't really know how to quantify the size that means 'boobs so huge that they get mistake for weather balloons' so I just found the absolute biggest one I could.  It would seem though, that my eyes were bigger than my stomach, so to speak."

	"Well, did you want to take it back tomorrow and get something from their petite section instead?" I asked.

	"I just really wanted to go out a walk by the sea with you tonight," Chloe insisted, "But if I go like this, it'll fall off before we're halfway out the door, and I know how important it is to you that I appear decent when we go out."  

	She stopped and thought, making the thinkiest face she could, resting her chin in her free hand, and her arm winsomely upon the extensive shelf of her bosom.

	"As luck would have it though," Chloe said finally, "I do believe I have a solution to my little problem here."

	"Indeed, and what might this solution entail?" I inquired intently.

	"Well," Chloe said, "it occurs to me that we still have several more cans of whipped cream in the fridge, and even though I am still so awfully full from earlier, I suppose, if you really wanted me to, that I could make room for just a bit more.

	"I could certainly see my way to that," I answered, "as long as you weren't averse to me feeding you some more."

	"Oh no," Chloe replied quickly, "It's just, well, everything just feels so very sensitive already, especially my boobs you know.  I'm just afraid that if I get any more voluptuous it will all just be too stimulating to bear, so you'll have to be gentle with me; no more spankings, at least until tomorrow."

	"I expect I can restrain myself." I responded.

	"Oh good!" Chloe beamed, "Then go and bring get the whipped cream, three cans ought to be enough."

	I ran to the kitchen and got her three cans.  Each of them seemed strangely heavy, and I wondered where Chloe had found them.  I had other, larger things on my mind though, and immediately found myself back in the living room with Chloe, who was standing there with a look of eager anticipation on her face.

	"Alright, come and put it in my mouth then," she said as she waved me over, "My tits aren't going to blow themselves up you know, and be sure to just go ahead and use all three; I want to fill this suit up almost as much as I'm sure you want to fill me up."

	I came around and stood beside her, the bare flesh of her titanic breast rubbing with soft persistence against my chest.  I reached out and laid the can in her cleavage, slid the nozzle into her mouth, and gave it a push.

	With a hiss, it began to pour its contents down Chloe's throat.  With a low moan, she put her hand to her belly, feeling it as it began to grow once more.  Her breasts immediately started to swell as they grew more bloated with each passing second.  They trembled, already impossibly full from earlier, as they were forced to accept still more, unbelievably fat and indulgent.  Beneath them, at least as well as I could see it, Chloe's belly was expanding as well, becoming fatter and more fertile-looking as the cream gushed into her.  As Chloe's figure continued to blossom I took my free hand and placed it on her magnificent bottom.  I could feel it expanding against my hand, her soft skin stretching as her luscious ass was stuffed fatter and fatter.  The swimsuit was fitting her much more closely now, I noticed, though still not at all snugly.  The hiss of the whipped cream was beginning to grow quieter now, and deftly, I grabbed the second can and popped it into Chloe's mouth just as the first ran out.  She opened her eyes, gave me a euphoric look, and then closed them again, enraptured, as I started the second.  Her breasts were beginning to billow upwards now, rising toward Chloe's face as they became more toweringly ponderous, the cups of her top clinging tightly to their surface as they grew.  As the bikini tightened around her burgeoning figure, Chloe gave a shiver of pleasure; she had evidently been right about becoming more sensitive, though it didn't seem to be bothering her very much at the moment.  I ran my fingers across the underside of one distended mammary, marveling at how soft it felt, how sumptuously heavy and burdened with fullness her bosom had become.  Her belly continued to increase as it strove to contain the sweet torrent pouring into it.  Groaning, it continued to expand, ballooning out at Chloe's sides and lifting her massive tits still closer to her face.  Outward it grew; so that I imagined it would probably reach out almost to her knees were she to sit down.  It's ripening curve moved southward as well though, its bountiful burden evidently weighing heavily and arousingly on her femininity.  Chloe's legs trembled under her, her thighs becoming more exquisitely voluptuous as they swelled, her hips becoming luxuriantly broad as Chloe grew more curvaceous by the second.  Her ass was unbelievable, it quivered with fullness, straining as more fat was stuffed into it, forcing her to grow larger and larger still.  I resolved that we were going to have to try doing it from behind again as soon as Chloe could stand it.  Her titanic tits continued to expand, so immense that rather than merely supporting the whipped cream, they were beginning to push the can into her mouth.  Her swimsuit had become very tight indeed now, her perky nipples poking against the fabric of it, the waistband beginning to dig into her hips.  Finally though, the can was empty.  As it removed it from her mouth, Chloe fixed me with a hungry stare.

	"Well?" she asked insistently, "Aren't you doing to give me the third one?"

	"I wasn't sure if you wanted it now," I offered, "You seem to be filling out that bathing suit very well indeed now, and you had said you were already feeling very full before."

	"My dear, "Chloe explained to me patiently, "I know all that perfectly well, however, I'm a big girl and hope to be getting bigger by the moment, and I know what I want, and I hate doing things by half measures.  Now, you can either feed me that third can right now, or else I'll send you back to the kitchen to bring me two more, and then you can really blow me up, but I was really hoping to get out on the beach tonight, so why don't you just feed me that last can now and we can be out the door?"

	"As you wish," I replied with a smile, as I picked up the last can of whipped cream.

	It felt curiously heavy in my hand and had a slightly different label than the other ones, and after looking at it more carefully I discovered the difference. "New Recipe! Even More Filling!" it proclaimed proudly, and for a moment I thought about telling Chloe that this one would likely prove more potent than the last two.  But then again, it seemed to me that she was all but daring me to pump her overfilled tits so full she couldn't touch them without coming, and I was eager to see how big and round her belly would get if I filled her up even more.

	"Come on," Chloe pleaded plaintively, "Give me more; it excites me so the way my belly feels as it stretches."

	And so, putting all doubts out of my mind, I laid the last canister between Chloe's breasts, which by this time bulged upward enough that I had to work a bit to wedge it into place, their wonderful rotundity pushing the nozzle deep into her mouth as she once more locked her lips around it, a look of serene expectancy on her face.  I pressed the release, and it was immediately evident that this can was vastly more effective than the others.

	The sound was the first thing to give it away; instead of the soft hiss I, and obviously Chloe, had expected, a muffled roar seemed to emanate from the can. With a look of amazement on her face; Chloe's cheeks puffed out as she struggled to swallow the torrent gushing into her.  Her belly, already quivering with overfullness, suddenly began to inflate as Chloe became fatter.  It grew heavier, rounder by the second as Chloe pressed her tiny hands against its ballooning surface, her skin creaking softly as it stretched to accept more fat.  It swelled out desperately to her sides as it continued to grow, like some indescribable icon of fertility, shuddering with seductive immensity as the waist of her swimsuit bowed beneath its incredible weight.  Chloe's butt, already lusciously overstuffed, was expanding with alarming speed.  It grew more enormous by the second as it was pumped impossibly full; if a moment before it had appeared stuffed beyond all decency, it was now rapidly becoming the very image of excess as it was overloaded with fat.  Deliciously swollen, it quivered as it was forced to accept still more, Chloe's soft flesh straining as she had even more fat pumped into her increasingly luxurious figure.  Her thighs quaked as they too were filled with more, plumpening up invitingly as Chloe struggled to keep them together though they squeezed against each other with unremitting softness.  As her hips continued to expand, Chloe's figure took on an ever more overindulgent hourglass shape.  Already she was indescribably stacked, her expanding curves greater than anything I had ever imagined in all but my most fevered dreams.  And still she grew.  Chloe looked absolutely lost, deliriously happy as her swimsuit stretched to encircle her wonderfully broadening hips.  As I wondered how long she could withstand this, a sudden surge seemed to overwhelm her, her sumptuous ass suddenly ballooning even fatter, desperately huge as it was stuffed to such an excessive degree that I wondered if Chloe would ever be able to sit upon it again.  A moment later, with a murmur of bliss, Chloe's legs collapsed beneath her and she fell to the floor.  As she surrendered to gravity and to the overwhelming pleasure filling her voluptuous body, her feet and her plump calves disappeared beneath the tremendous expanse of her bottom.  Still expanding at a feverish rate, Chloe's vast, overstuffed derriere shuddered at the impact, creaking like an overinflated air mattress.  Supported by her increasingly ample thighs, her belly pressed upwards against her mountainous bust which in turn, I saw with alarm, had jammed the nozzle so deep into Chloe's open mouth that it appeared to be forcing its contents right down her throat.  

	Chloe looked at me imploringly, as it continued to pump its contents into her trembling and almost naked body, her swimsuit stretching to near-transparency as it fought to cover her extravagantly fattened form.  I realized with a thrill, half of fear and half of excitement that even though I was no longer holding the release down myself, the fact that I had turned it on the first place seemed to have satisfied whatever carnal magic was at work here as Chloe was made to swallow still more, a gushing river pouring into her lusciously overabundant figure, forcing her to grow more sumptuously fat as I watched, unable to help, and hypnotized by the sight of my beloved growing more magnificently ample by the second.  Again she cast a pleading glance at me, struggling weakly to remove the can which her position and her lust to be even bigger had thrust into her mouth.  Chloe's breasts, now so massive they were beginning to press against her chin, shivered as they were pumped still fatter.  Touching her, I felt her skin, soft and pale, stretching as her lush mammaries, already tantalizingly overfilled, submitted helplessly as they were loaded fuller still.  Tenderly, Chloe made to wrap her plump arms around her vast, trembling bosom, as if somehow to contain it, to stop her breasts from blowing up even more, but realizing that she could scarcely wrap them halfway around her bloated boobs.  Her belly had grown to awe-inspiring proportions.  Exquisitely heavy, it throbbed as it was forced to become fatter, and fatter, and fatter.  Still in the shadow of her mammoth breasts, it ballooned out nearly to Chloe's knees now, forcing her legs apart even as she knelt helplessly on the floor, so splendidly full and fertile that for a moment I considered the idea of just pushing Chloe over on her back, tearing off her bikini, and fucking her senseless as she lay there on the floor, her quivering body growing more impossibly voluptuous all the while.  At the same time, I thought, there would always be time for that later and there was something very arousing about watching the relentless way that Chloe's body was forced to grow softer and more voluptuous.  Suddenly, with an abruptness so swift that it made Chloe's entire body shake, the can was empty.  Chloe looked up at me again.

	"Mmmmhm?" she inquired.

	"What's that now?" I asked her, suddenly noticing how seductively red and plump her lips looked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

	"Mmmmrhm," she responded again, with a certain note of impatience, as she bent an arm over the top of her overflowing bosom and pointed to the empty tube clasped tightly within her cleavage.

	"Oh, you want me to get that out of your mouth then, do you?" I responded, rather enjoying having the opportunity for a one-sided conversation for a change, "Well, I suppose I can give it a try."

	I grasped the can, marveling as I did so at how soft Chloe's breasts were, and how deliciously full they seemed.  As gently as I could, I worked it out of the marvelously ample vise that held it until at last it came loose and I held it, empty, in my hand.  For a moment, Chloe said nothing.  Then, gingerly, she took a deep and deliberate breath.

	"Ooooh," she sighed, "What was in that last one?"

	"Beats me," I answered, "I think it was the industrial grade formula or something."

	"Oh yes," Chloe replied, a dreamy smile passing across her face, "I think I did buy a couple of those the other day; I had no idea it would be so effective."

	"How do you feel?" I asked, not so much worried by now as curious, since Chloe had already been so full before this most recent bout of overindulgence.

	"Well," Chloe said impishly as she attempted to rise to her feet, "I feel rather like an eclair - fat and full of cream."

	"You certainly are that now," I observed, admiring the way that even now, as indecently voluptuous as she had become, her figure had grown only more curvaceous and well-rounded.  She was fat, to be sure, but fat in all the right places, from her luxuriantly shapely and well-padded hips to her fat, juicy, tits, Chloe had become an awful lot of woman.  As I my eyes tried to take in the vast expanse of her Junoesque figure, Chloe watched me approvingly.

	"You still approve then?" she asked me, leaning in a little to make sure I could get a good view of everything, "I'm not too big for you yet?"

	"Oh no, not at all," I said before thinking, "But I mean, you know, if you feel like you're getting bigger than you wanted to be, I don't want you to feel like, well, as if you had to-"

	"So you wouldn't mind then," Chloe interrupted me mercifully, "if I still wanted to put on some more weight?  Because let me tell you, I've never felt like this before, so feminine, my body so absolutely saturated with pleasure.  I never imagined that it would feel so incredible to be this, this full.  I can't even tell you what it's like, having an ass so huge, so overstuffed that I can't even bear to touch it and I keep thinking the naughtiest thoughts about how fabulous it would be if you just came up behind me and - well, I'm sure you don't need me o give you any suggestions.  And my belly, look at it! It's just so big, so scandalously overindulgent and full I can't believe it, and ooh, it's just indescribable, how heavy it is, so much stimulating pressure against my nethers it just makes me tingle all over; it's really quite distracting; but then, my dear, I'm sure you noticed that already.  And my breasts, aren't they glorious?  All my life I've had to pad things out just to fit into an A-cup and now, now look at them!  Oh, they're just so big, so round and full and sensitive.  I can't even begin to explain how tender my nipples feel rubbing against this swimsuit.  I can't see them, obviously, but I can feel how tight they are, how desperately swollen, stretched and straining to hold these magnificent tits of mine."

	I could tell at a glance that Chloe had a good idea of her current situation, to put it mildly.

	"I can't even see over them," she continued, "a belly so round and bloated that I make a fertility idol look anorexic and I my boobs are so huge, so positively fit to burst that I only know I've got a belly fit for a woman by touching myself.  Not, mind you, that I mind the touching, wicked girl that I am.  Oh yes, I've let you feed me far too much, I've gotten far too big already and yet..."

	"And yet what?" I asked.

	"And yet," Chloe allowed a pregnant pause before continuing lasciviously, "I want to be bigger."

	"Anything you want my love," I gladly assented, "I am all too happy to oblige."

	"Wonderful then," Chloe said with a lustful glint in her eye, "Why don't we go for that walk on the beach then?  There's a bag by the door there with a blanket and a couple other things in it, and if you look in the fridge you'll find a bottle of wine and a cake I set aside this morning.  I put some whipped cream on it in case it wasn't rich enough; I do hope I didn't use that extra-strength stuff on it, I have got to watch my girlish figure after all."

	And with that, Chloe turned with ponderous elegance toward the door, leaving me to grab the bag and provisions.  It was a delightful sight to see her negotiating the threshold; her breasts had grown so large that she had to sort of squash them together and then lean forward until her weight squeezed them through the door at last, and they popped free on the other side.  Thus liberated, we headed off for the beach.

	It was a cool night, though a warm breeze coming in across the sea made it feel almost like summer, and the full moon above bathed everything in a magical and silvery light.  Chloe walked along ahead of me, her purposeful stride making her succulently supple ass jiggle temptingly.  I crept up behind her and gave her behind a lusty pinch.  Chloe gave a shriek of surprise and jumped forward so violently I expected her to lose her balance entirely.

	"Hey now," she said, "why don't you stop hanging around back there watching the scenery and come up and walk with me here for a change?"

	"Sorry, love," I managed, "I just couldn't resist. You do make a very attractive target you know."

	"I suppose I can't really blame you," Chloe allowed with a smile, "I’m having a bit of a time myself focusing on walking instead of just sitting down and exploring all this new territory."

	"Well," I offered helpfully, "I should be more than happy to plant my flag on any areas you find to be in need of exploring."

	"How very helpful of you," she replied with a wink, "But I think before the night is over you'll find my huge tracts of land have expanded still further."

	"It certainly does sound like an enormous task, but I think you will find that I am up for it," I answered, watching the fulsome way that Chloe's belly swayed as she walked.

	At last we found a reached a stretch of beach that seemed utterly isolated from the world.  No footprints but our own marred the sand, and the only sound was the dull roar of the surf.

	"Let's stop here for a while." Chloe suggested, "It's so beautiful and, to tell the truth, I could use a break; my legs still feel all quivery from earlier."

	"Sounds good to me," I answered as I unpacked the blanket and spread it out on the smooth sand, "we certainly have the place to ourselves."

	"Mmmm, we certainly do," Chloe agreed, "why, we could do anything out here and no one would know."

	"And what, if anything, did you have in mind for us to do out here?" I inquired, curious to say the least about what Chloe was thinking of.

	"Well, first I think I'm going to lie down and take a load off," Chloe proposed as she lowered herself deliberately onto the blanket, "Oh look at that!" She sighed, "Lying down I feel even bigger somehow, don't you think?"

	It was true, with Chloe lying on her back; she somehow looked even more voluptuous than she did standing up.  Her titanic breasts, now that gravity was no longer pulling them downwards toward Chloe's feet, spread outwards, barely contained by the overstretched fabric of her bikini top.  They pushed up against her chin more insistently in this position, soft and heavy, so sumptuously fat and full that I wondered that Chloe wasn't having trouble breathing with their fantastic weight on her chest.  Her belly, without her massive bosom resting wholly upon it, looked even rounder than before.  Even with the rest of her figure so tremendously expanded, it swelled out sumptuously, so overwhelmingly full that Chloe could hardly keep her hands away from it but kept touching it, cradling its luxurious bulk with her little hands.  Chloe's ass expanded under her weight, the waistband of her bikini bottom digging so deeply into her plump hips that it almost disappeared into her soft flesh.  She reached her arms out with a sigh and stretched blissfully, sending tremors through her indecently buxom body.

	"You certainly do fill out that swimsuit," I observed approvingly as I surveyed her.

	"Mmmmm, do I now?" Chloe asked coyly, as she pressed her hands into the soft expanse of her bosom, sending new waves of motion through her superabundant charms.

	"Oh yes; most definitely," I replied, "That last can of whipped cream really got the job done."

	"Well I'm glad you approve," Chloe answered wryly, "because I had no idea it was going to do that.  I feel like I must be twice the size I was when we left the restaurant earlier; it just pumped so much fat into me, I'm still not used to feeling so, so full."

	"Are you alright then?" I asked, wondering why she had walked all the way out here with me just to complain when I would have been glad to let her go back to sleep and rest up a bit, "I mean, it isn't bothering you at all, is it?"

	"Ahhh," Chloe sighed thoughtfully, "I wouldn't say 'bothering' exactly.  As a matter of fact, it's kind of turning me on just talking about it, so I don't suppose I can really complain too much about anything that sets my nethers all aquiver.  Anyway, why don't you look in the bag there? I packed us a bottle of wine and a couple of cups, and right now I could do with a touch of refreshment."

	"You really did think of everything," I remarked as I rooted through the bag until I found a rather large wine bottle, "Here it is then; and here's the corkscrew."

	I popped open the bottle and poured us each a cup before handing one to Chloe and holding the other one up to her in salute, "Cheers my love; let it never be said that travel has been anything less than a broadening experience for you."

	She tossed back her cup full of wine as if it were water and smiled at me.  I took a sip of my own and was surprised, though by this point I imagine I shouldn't have been, to find that it was the most absolutely cloyingly sweet thing I'd ever tasted.

	"What on earth did you add to this stuff?" I asked her.

	"Me?" Chloe asked innocently, "I didn't do a thing to it; it's a dessert wine, it's supposed to be sweet like that.  I figured that since we were sort of coming out here for dessert it would be appropriate, and if it helps me to add a few more inches to my womanly physique, well, so much the better!  Anyway, if you don't like it, that's just fine, but go ahead and pour me another one; I feel like it's been forever since I polished off a whole bottle of wine, and I feel like celebrating my liberation from being one of those twiggy little girls without any curves."

	I dispensed another cup for Chloe, who, while I continued to sip at mine experimentally until I could figure out if I liked it or not, threw it back with evident delight and held out her empty cup for another, which she also disposed of swiftly.

	"I hope you won't think I'm turning into a lush," Chloe said, the tone of her voice suggesting that the three slugs of sweet wine might already be percolating up into her head, "But you just have no idea how good it feels to just let go of it all, to just like here on the beach, under the full moon, finally getting the body I've always dreamed of, with the man I've always dreamed of, and just being able to give it up, to feel like I don't have to be in control of things for a few days and to just be able to lie back and indulge."

	"You do seem to be doing quite well at the indulging," I observed as I refilled her cup and my own, having finally finished my first and having decided it wasn't half bad, "I have to say, it definitely agrees with you."

	"I am SO happy to hear you feel that way," Chloe enthused as she rolled over on her side to face me better, her right arm disappearing under her enormous boobs as they flopped onto the blanket in front of her.  "Oh! I didn't knock over the wine bottle there, did I?"

	"Fortunately for you," I said as I held it up before her eyes, "I was just picking it up to pour you another cup when you decided to drop those torpedoes of yours on the beach blanket here."

	"How very thoughtful you are," Chloe purred as she bolted down another cup, "You know, you always take such good care of me.  I'll have to make sure I take good care of you later."

	As she went to set down her empty cup, she missed the towel and knocked it over.

	"Oh!" Chloe exclaimed, "I think I'm starting to feel rather elevated.  I had thought that being such a plump little thing now I might be able to hold my own a bit better when it came to drinking.  Hmm, at least I can hold my own pretty well in this department," she said as she wrapped her plump arms around her breasts as well as she was able to and gave them a deliciously tight squeeze.

	"Elevated?" I asked her, feeling more than a little buzzed myself, "You've already polished off half that bottle!  You, my dear, are considerably more than elevated."
	
	"What?" Chloe asked somewhat dreamily, "No, I've never felt better, see?"

	And by way of demonstrating her sobriety she attempted to lift herself up off the ground.  Unfortunately, (for her at least, I rather enjoyed watching) she had hardly even managed to rise to her knees when her balance, impaired by the combination of wine and her recently amplified endowments, failed her utterly.  With a stifled cry of surprise Chloe toppled over forwards, her massive breasts falling heavily against the towel in front of her, her face buried in the depths of her own cleavage and her arms resting limply against the vast and graceful curve of her bosom.

	"Maybe you've never been better my dear, but that doesn't mean it hasn't taken a toll on your equilibrium," I said, giving her a hearty smack on her lusciously large bottom.

	"Ow!" Chloe exclaimed as she wriggled her behind fetchingly, "I wish you wouldn't do that; it's getting me all turned on."

	"Well, we certainly wouldn't want that, would we?" I asked in a tone of feigned seriousness.

	"Oh, it's not that," Chloe explained with a coquettish wink, "it's just that I'm already a little drunk and more than a little horny and I'd hate to do anything that might make you respect me less tomorrow."

	"I can promise you my dear, you have nothing to worry about in that department," I assured her.

	"Wonderful," she said beamingly, "in that case maybe I will lie down again; I'm feeling a little light-headed."

	Having announced her intentions, Chloe proceeded, with surprising ease, to sit up and then fall onto her back once more, her immense tits smacking her in the face in the process.

	"Mmm," Chloe murmured thoughtfully as she tried to squash them away from her face, "since it doesn't look like I'm going anywhere any time soon, why don't you give me some more wine?"

	"More?" I asked, certain now that she was positively juiced, "You already can't even stand up."

	"Exactly," she replied confidently, pointing a finger in my direction as if to shush me, "and it isn't like I can be any less able to stand up than not being able to stand up at all, so I may as well enjoy it to the absolute fullest, don't you think?"

	If I had been a little less muddled myself, I probably could have found several gaps in her logic, but as it was, the only gap I could focus on was the bathyclopian chasm between her magnificent mammaries.

	"Well, I suppose you make a good point there," I conceded gamely, "Shall I pour you another cup then?"

	"Actually," Chloe suggested, "I'm not sure I'm quite up to keeping a cup rightside up at the moment why don't you just pour it right into my mouth for me?"

	Again, this seemed like an eminently good idea to me and so, without a second thought, I picked up the bottle, placed it against Chloe's glistening lips and upended it.

	Chloe sighed as the bottle emptied its contents into her, and I heard the seams of her bathing suit protesting as their burden once more began to grow.  Clearly the half bottle she had already downed without my help was having the most immediate effect; Chloe trembled for a second before a burst of growth surged through her, her breasts quaking as the combination of wine and magic saturated them, forcing them to expand considerably.  I heard the distinct sound of fabric tightening as her belly ripened before my eyes, her thighs fattening appealingly as they swelled.

	"Mmmm," Chloe sighed, carefully stroking her belly as she withdrew the empty bottle from her mouth, "You know, I'm afraid this could get to be a problem if it goes on much longer."

	"And how is that, my love?" I asked her.

	"Well, it's just that my swimsuit keeps getting tighter, and every inch of me just keeps getting more tingly and excitable and well, I know I shouldn't do it, but I'm just so hot right now I think I'm going to need you help me a bit here."

	"And what exactly did you have in mind?" I asked, realizing that Chloe had big things in mind.

	"Well," she said thoughtfully, "Being so full is making me so horny I can hardly stand it; I can't even imagine how it would feel to be even more stuffed than I am already."

	"You want to stop for the night then?" I asked.

	"No," Chloe replied with a lustful smile, "I want you to feed me even more.  I want you to take that cake in the bag and feed me every bit of it, stuff me until I can't hold another bite, until I'm so fat and curvy I put every other woman in the world to shame.  Keep feeding me until my whole body is just groaning with desire, so lusciously overfilled I can't stand it anymore and then I want you.  I want you to fuck me.  I want you to own me, take me, dominate me.  Make me beg for your cock.  I want you to fuck me so hard I lose my mind and all I can do is lie here with my titties so fat they feel like they're about to burst with you screwing me senseless."

	"My dear," I answered her as I set the cake down on the towel by Chloe's head, "I would be only too happy to oblige.  Open up."

	I took the fork and cut a few large bite-sized pieces for her, spearing the largest and placing it in Chloe's mouth, her lips parted expectantly.  With epicurean delight, she closed them and swallowed it down.

	"Mmmmm," Chloe murmured softly, "Keep it coming, lover."

	I fed her another piece, and then another, as she devoured each with unconcealed delight.  Chloe's bikini once more began to make small fraying noises as her fattening breasts filled it beyond its capacity.

	"Ohhh," Chloe mused as she gulped down another bite, "You know, it was so amazing to suck a can of whipped cream dry at one sitting and feel it just pumping me up fuller and fuller.  I could just feel my tits swelling up like balloons, getting heavier and heavier while it just gushed into me.  Still though, there's just something exciting, something so intimate, about just lying here while you feed me one bite at a time."	

	"You like it then, me feeding you like this?" I asked, serving her a slightly larger piece, as it seemed to me that we were not making much headway.

	"Oh yes," Chloe breathed as she stroked her flourishing belly, "There's just something about surrendering my body and letting you fill me that's just so awfully arousing.  Still, if we keep going at this pace, I think we'll be out here all night.  Why don't you go ahead and cut me a decent slice of that cake?"

	Happy to oblige, I cut a thick slice of the cake and held it up before her.

	"That will do nicely; I think," she said approvingly, "Go ahead and give it to me then, be a good boy and don't be shy."

	I pushed it into her mouth as neatly as I could, as Chloe swallowed it down and licked her lips eagerly for more.  I gave her another, and as she ate it, her bikini top at last lost its battle with her blossoming figure and popped off of her immensely swollen breasts, which stood trembling captivatingly in the moonlight.

	"Oh my," Chloe breathed as a shudder of pleasure ran through her, "That's what I've been waiting for.  Oh, my tits just feel so full and juicy; I can't wait until you've filled me even more.  Oh, please, lover, feed me more, find out how much more cake it takes to get me naked."

	I cut Chloe another slice and shoved it into her mouth, watching as her body swelled as she swallowed it down.

	"Oh, please hurry, give me more," she begged me as her waistband creaked, digging ever deeper into her creamy thighs, "I'm getting awfully moist and this swimsuit is squeezing me so awfully tightly."

	I fed her another piece and no sooner had it passed her lips than with a final throb of growth Chloe's burgeoning hips exploded out of her bikini bottom, her thighs blossoming to even more incredible lusciousness as her magnificently fattened ass swelled beneath her, it's growing volume lifting her hips up off the towel invitingly as her belly became ever more opulent, it's fertile curve now beginning only just above her most feminine of contours.

	"Yesss, oh I can't even describe it," Chloe whispered as her tentative hands explored her mountainous assets as best they were able, "It's feels so wonderfully decadent to be so full, so absolutely stuffed; I don't think I could hold another bite."

	"But Chloe," I pointed out to her, "there's still half the cake left, at least, and you did make me promise to feed you the whole thing."

	"I know," she replied with a note of apprehension, "but I'm already so huge, don't you think we could wait until tomorrow?"

	"You know, my dear Chloe, I would normally be happy to oblige," I explained, "but you're the one who wanted to me to feed you the entire thing, and if I am anything at all, I am a man of my word.  Now then, if you don't mind..."

	Not waiting for an answer, I took another hunk of cake and stuffed it into Chloe's mouth as she swallowed it meekly, her body expanding deliciously once more.

	"Oh please honey, I really shouldn't," she demurred as I held up another slice fairly dripping with frosting, "My tits are so fat already I'm not sure I can even hold any more."

	"Are you sure?" I asked as I held the cake in front of her face, "I thought you were serious about putting on some more weight tonight."

	"Oh alright," Chloe sighed, parting her lips for me to feed her another slice, "I'm just getting so terribly full."

	As another slice passed her lips her stunningly round belly billowed out yet again, her skin creaking softly as she grew still fatter, her impossibly voluptuous ass expanding even further as her breasts grew, trembling like two overfilled balloons stuffed with jello.

	"Mmmm, ahh," Chloe murmured as she shivered with unbearable pleasure, "Please, oh, that's much too much already, I must already be twice as fat as I was when I woke up this evening, and I was already phenomenally overstuffed then.  Aren't I big enough for you for now?"

	"But Chloe," I answered, "I thought you wanted me to feed you more, until you couldn't stand it, because the bigger you got the more excited it made you feel?"

	"Oh, but I can't take any more," She said, chewing her lip contemplatively, "but it is making me so hot to feel my belly stretching to hold even more, okay, feed me more, but make it a small one, please."

	Wickedly, I cut her a huge slice, loaded with cream.  As I brought it to her mouth, Chloe's eyes went wide with dismay, her mouth forming an "O" of silent surprise.  I smiled and pushed it in, as Chloe swallowed it submissively.  Almost the second she swallowed it her belly began to enlarge again, quivering with succulent overfullness as it grew more exquisitely distended with each passing moment.  Even with her legs straight, it began to push against her thighs, indescribably overstuffed and still expanding as it was forced to accommodate yet more fat.  Chloe's hips grew broader, more deliciously womanly as her swelling thighs squeezed tantalizingly against the damp mound between her legs. More fat was crowded into her already immense posterior, lifting her lush hips higher off the ground as Chloe rubbed her legs together as if to encourage the fire in her loins.  Her breasts, quivering with a prodigious surfeit of fat, quaked alarmingly as a new burden fullness forced upon them.  They expanded in all directions as they fattened, slowly but inexorably rising higher as they grew, her swollen nipples standing at attention against the night sky. Chloe's brimming mammaries threatened to bury her plump arms as tried to reach around them, their growth finally shuddering to a halt, their skin softly pressing against her cheeks.

	"I can't...I can't take any more, oh," Chloe panted as she struggled to catch her breath, "I'm just so stuffed I can't think.  Oh, look at how gorged my belly is; I can't even move, and my tits are just so bloated I'm afraid to even touch them."

	"Don't you want to finish off the last piece?" I asked, "Don't you want to be as fat and curvy as you possibly can?"

	"I already am though," Chloe protested as she tenderly explored the ample curves of her body, "Oh, haven't you fed me enough tonight?  Just go ahead and fuck me; I'm already so wet, just give it to me."

	"But you made me promise," I reminded her as she reached out and unbuttoned my pants, a lustful smile crossing her face as she discovered how hard I already was, "Aren't you serious about becoming my fat little Chloe?  Don't you like just laying back and letting me feed you?  Won't you just have this one last slice of cake?"

	I held up the last piece.  It was easily a quarter of the entire cake and Chloe gasped as I offered it to her.

	"Please, can't you just have sex with me first?" she begged, "I don't think I can hold another bite much less that much.  I'm already so sensitive, my entire body is tingling with desire; won't you please just do this for your poor, overfed little Chloe?"

	"Believe me, I'd like nothing more," I assured her, "But you did make me promise, after all, and I'd hate for you to think of me as the sort of lover who makes promises and doesn't fulfill them.  Besides, if you're already so aroused that you can hardly wait for me to ravish you, then just think how hot and heavy you'll feel when you're even divinely voluptuous, more deliciously self-indulgent and full-figured."

	"Oh, I really shouldn't," Chloe persisted, still rubbing her voluminous bosom thoughtfully, "I can't even imagine what it would feel like to get that much fatter than I already am."

	"Please, just this one last piece," I insisted, "You'll never get as big as you've always dreamed of being if you aren't willing do overindulge a bit."

	"Alright," Chloe sighed, finally giving in, "but I have the distinct feeling that I'm only going along with you on this because I'm too drunk and horny to think straight right now."

	And having at last submitted Chloe closed her eyes and leaned her head back, her mouth open as wide as it would go as her chin pressed into the soft expanse of her gargantuan bosom.  I took the last slice of cake and pushed it into her mouth.  Instantly her body began to expand.  Her belly inflated as if she were attached to an air hose, growing more majestically huge with each passing second.  Already desperately full, it swelled out to the sides of her body and began to press ever more firmly against her ponderous breasts.  As the effects of this most recent feeding began to spread throughout her mouthwateringly buxom figure Chloe's ass suddenly seemed to surge outwards as it was inundated with more fat than it seemed she could bear.  Her hips ballooned wider, spilling off of the beach blanket on one side and pressing with growing intensity against me as I sat beside her.  As Chloe's hourglass figure became still more monumental, her thighs seemed almost to balloon with fat, as if they were soaking up as much of it as they possibly could.  Chloe squeezed them together tightly, as the growing pressure in her belly bore down against all her loins.  Beneath Chloe's quivering and voluptuous form, her exquisitely overstuffed derriere groaned beneath the weight of her growing body.  As the wave of expansion reached it, her ass practically exploded in size, gallons of fat stuffing it to such excess as I would never have imagined possible.  Chloe's breasts, already tremendously full, began to grow even more immense.  Tantalizingly overfilled, they pressed up all the more firmly against Chloe's face.  Her boobs spilled out across her outstretched arms as they continued to grow, obviously heavy and gaining more weight by the second from the way that Chloe struggled to move beneath their expanding bulk.

	"Oh no!" Chloe cried, having at last swallowed the last of her mouthful, "It's not stopping! I'm getting too big!"

	If anything though, her cries for the expansion to stop seemed to have the opposite effect.  Chloe's breasts seemed to balloon even bigger in reply, the white skin of her massive melons stretching audibly as they grew even more bloated.  I watched Chloe's nipples plumpening up and becoming more deliciously suckable, throbbing as they fattened, and moving steadily further away from her body as her expansion continued unabated.  Her areolae looked stretched to their absolute limit, as if they were less able to resist the pressure still increasing within her inflating bosom.  Though still small in proportion the vast expanse of flesh around them, they bulged outwards, puffy and bloated and almost translucently pink.  Chloe tilted her head back as far as she was able, her overwhelming bosom pressing with soft insistence against her neck, a look of mingled fear and unbridled lust in her eyes.  Another burst of growth washed through Chloe's indecently sumptuous body, forcing even more fat into her curvaceous figure.  Her magnificent tits were enormously distended now, obscenely fat and overfilled, and quivering with pressure.  I wondered how much more of this Chloe could take, what the limit was to how much fat her voluptuous body could take and how long until she reached it, if indeed she had not already passed it.  Her breasts towered over her now, quivering dangerously as they grew still more overloaded.  Though I knew I should be worried about Chloe's safety, I found that all I could concentrate on was how arousing it was to see her like this, her body utterly at the mercy of the spell that was filling her to such luxurious excess.  Her soft and shapely arms had all but disappeared beneath the vast expanse of her mountainous bosom; only her hands were visible pressed gently against the great round sphere of her belly as it continued to grow even more engorged.  Chloe moaned to herself as her breasts continued to grow.  They were absolutely ravishing, so splendidly juicy and full that it was all I could do to keep myself from throwing myself upon her right there.  Finally, with one last spurt of expansion that set Chloe's entire body quaking nakedly in the moonlight, her growth appeared to stop.

	"Oh my, I don't think I can even move," Chloe worried as she tried to work her arms out from underneath her ponderous bosom, "I just feel so full I don't know what to do."

	"What do you mean?" I asked, concerned.

	"Well, you were right, about being this big; I've never been turned on in my entire life," Chloe answered as she struggled to squash her swollen jugs away from her face, with limited success, "But at the same time, I'm almost afraid to touch myself at all.  My poor titties are so full they feel like they're ready to burst.  My belly, oh, every time I so much as move a muscle I feel every ounce of it surging against my vagina from the inside, I can't even describe it.  And my butt is so fat it feels like I'm sitting on my own personal waterbed.  I'm not sure I could even stand for you to kiss me right now, much less fuck me like an animal."

	"Don't worry love," I reassured her, "I know exactly what to do."

	"What?" Chloe asked, stars dancing in her eyes.

	"This."

	Without another word I leaned in and kissed her passionately.  The soft, warm flesh of her breasts pressed against the side of my face.  For a moment, Chloe struggled, trying to pull away as if she was afraid to give into her lust.  I pressed my mouth to hers all the more firmly, savoring how plump and sweet her lips tasted against my own when all at once she surrendered and began to kiss me back with startling fierceness.  She opened her mouth wider, and as our tongues mingled she moaned softly as if she was already beginning to come.  With one hand pressed against the back of her head, I placed my other against her breast and slowly drew my fingers across its supple surface as softly as I was able to.  Almost immediately Chloe began to writhe lustfully, her massive mammaries jiggling lushly as an orgasm washed through her, and seconds later, another.  I felt her hand touching me as she reached out grabbed me, holding my hardening member as if she were deciding whether or not she could bear for me to fill her yet one more way.  I reached up to try and touch her nipple, only to find that her boobs had become far too swollen for me to reach it while kissing her.  As I gently pulled away from her mouth, Chloe sighed sensuously, her breath catching in her throat as if she were waiting to see what I would do next; she did not have long to wait.  Rising to my knees, I gently drew her enormous breast towards me, until at last her nipple was near enough for me to lean in and touch my tongue to.  Though I tried to do it as tenderly as possible, handling its exquisite bulk as delicately as I could, Chloe immediately gasped as another tremor ran through her.  I savored how delightfully plump her nipple was as I kissed it softly.  Though in comparison to the rest of Chloe's excessively bloated bust it had looked quite small, I found it was at least as large as a champagne cork, and as I applied myself to teasing it, I felt Chloe's hand tighten around me.

	"Oh yes!" she moaned as I fondled it with my tongue, "Oh, please, yes, suck it, suck on my big fat tits!"

	Only too happy to oblige, I redoubled my efforts, to her evident delight, I felt goose bumps forming around her nipple as I stopped massaging it and began to suck it harder.  I felt Chloe's nipple becoming fat and perky as it responded, not much longer than it already was, but definitely thicker.  Though I was still trying to be gentle, Chloe's entire body was beginning to rock beneath me, and as her breasts rolled heavily beneath me, I worried that I was pulling on it too hard.

	"Oh, don't stop, please," Chloe begged, squeezing me tighter now, "Give me more; touch all of me!"

	I lifted my left hand off of her breast, and reached out for her belly below it.  It was luxuriously round, and felt so tight that I wondered what would happen to Chloe if I did feed her even more.  I pressed it experimentally, and was surprised to find how yielding it was, giving easily beneath my hand.  As I did so, she gasped again, growing more aroused by the pressure within it.  As I had before, I tenderly traced circles on her distended belly with my fingertips, delighting in the way it shuddered every time she reached another climax.  Indeed, I began to wonder how she could stand so many orgasms, but any concerns I had were soon put to rest.

	"Oh, lower, touch me lower!" Chloe called, her swollen nipple throbbing against my tongue, "Keep sucking, my tits feel like they’re going to explode!"

	I stretched out my hand further, feeling the curve of Chloe's lusty belly rising the farther south I ventured.  I marveled at how erotically huge she had become, her belly swollen to a size that would shame goddess of fertility.  My fingers passed its gentle peak and I felt her belly button, deep and indulgent, as I moved downwards.  Moving onward, I found that I was in a bit of a predicament.  I felt that surely I must be close to my goal, but my arm was only so long, and if I wished to keep Chloe's nipple in my mouth, a thing which seemed to be giving her a positively indecent amount of pleasure, I would have to try something else.

	"You're almost there!" she called out, "Don't stop, please, I'm still cumming!"

	I sucked harder on her breast and moving my head down along her body, I was able to move my hand further down along the seductive curve of her belly.  As I pulled harder on her nipple, the effect was rather like picking up an overfilled water balloon by the knot.  I felt her breast creaking as I tried to pull along untold gallon of quivering titflesh with my mouth, worried that I was liable to hurt her.  At last though, I gained my prize.  As the curve of Chloe's belly grew greater and greater, I felt the soft, warm flesh of her ample thighs embrace my fingers and in a second more I had reached her.  Chloe's body shuddered as if she had been struck by lightning; she rubbed her soft round hip against me passionately.  As I explored her, I was amazed to feel how indecently swollen her labia was.  Her lips, beyond just being plumper than before, felt as if they had been pumped up with as much fat as they could hold.  She was already drenched with her own juices, and as she shuddered at my touch I quickly slipped a finger inside of her.  I was amazed at how tight she had become, and set about stroking her from the inside.  Chloe's whole body shuddered with eagerness and she moaned as she gripped me tighter.

	"Oh, you've got to fuck me, please!" she cried, "I need you inside me!"

	I quickly released Chloe's nipple from my mouth, her breast bouncing heavily back into its place, and withdrawing my hand, hastened to pull off my pants.

	"Hurry, Oh, give it to me!" Chloe begged, "You've got to fuck me now!"

	I slipped out of my shorts and ready as I had never felt before in my life I climbed atop her and grabbed ahold of Chloe's fat hips.  I brought myself in closer to her; I could feel her belly trembling as I held her nearer to me, her lush thighs were soaked with her own juices already, and at last, I thrust into her.  Chloe screamed with passion and as a massive orgasm seized her body I felt her tighten around me.  She was absolutely saturated inside, so wet and slippery that even as tight as she was I penetrated her easily.  Her hips bucked against mine as she came, her lusciously fattened ass rippled beneath her like an overfilled waterbed.  I drove myself into her depths again and again, harder and harder. Each time her body welcomed me hungrily, as if the sum of her existence was to be entirely consumed with pleasure.  I moved my hands up from Chloe's flaring hips and wrapped my arms as far as I was able around her opulent belly.  I squeezed her body as hard as I could, her exquisitely overfed belly yielded against my body, bulging out to her sides and making the pressure inside her grow even more intense.  Chloe's breasts, achingly overfilled, pressed against my chest, my arms, my face as I embraced her even more tightly, reveling in the soft and feminine vastness of her body.  I tried to bring her in close enough to kiss her again, but Chloe's titanic tits, though they creaked as if they could scarcely stand the pressure, were too enormous an obstacle to surmount.  She spread her legs further apart now and wrapped her voluptuous legs around my body, drawing me in as I thrust into her again and again.  Chloe's entire body was quivering now, her mammoth breasts slapping heavily against her belly as she trembled beneath me.  She tilted her hips up longingly; eager to do anything that permitted me to enter her more deeply, panting as if she could hardly breathe.  It was almost impossible to hold back, and I was amazed that I had been able to last this long already.  I carefully put one arm beneath her delectably swollen thigh, and then worked my other arm beneath her other as Chloe spread her legs as wide as she was able and lifted them straight up in the air.  I pushed harder now, driving as far into her as I could as I seized her hips and pressed her legs up even farther.  Chloe's thighs squeezed against her fertile belly as it groaned with pressure and she tightened exquisitely around me.  I felt it building in me now, and knew I didn't have long to go before I came so I began to hammer away at her, impaling her more deeply each time as Chloe grew tighter and wetter and hotter by the second.  She began to wail, a piercing undulant cry of sheer lust, jerking beneath me as she came with excruciating pleasure until at last I could hold back no more and shot my load into her depths, I came as I had never imagined I could; I felt as if I was pumping her to even more excessive fullness.  

	At last I lay on top of her, both our bodies damp with sweat, feeling thoroughly spent and satisfied.  Beneath me, Chloe panted like a runner finishing a marathon, her body almost too hot to touch.  I was still sheathed within her, and now I found that she still held me so tightly that I was in no danger of slipping out of her, as she occasionally twitched and constricted around me again.  I let my head fall forward into the heaving chasm of her cleavage and absent mindedly rubbed the underside of her breasts, marveling at how soft and welcoming they were.  At length, Chloe seemed to regain her senses; she opened her eyes and fixed them upon me.

	"Oh." She said at first, which seemed to sum up the situation as well as anything would, "I don't believe it."

	"What don't you believe?" I asked, peering at her from atop her bosom.

	"I just, I can't, I feel like every inch of my body is charged with electricity," Chloe tried to explain, "Everything is just tingling to intensely that I feel like if I move at all I'll just start cumming again."

	"And that would be bad?" I inquired.

	"I just don't think I can take any more right now; I'm utterly exhausted," she explained, "You sir, certainly know how to show a girl a good time."

	"I should certainly hate to leave you unsatisfied," I replied, "and don't feel like you need to be getting up anytime soon on my account; I can't imagine being more comfortable than I am right now."

	"That's a relief," she answered, wiggling her hips, "I still don't think I could stand up to save my life right now, and I certainly like how it feels having you right where you are."

	"No hurry, my love," I assured her, "we've got a couple of hours until sunrise at least; you can take your time."

	"Oh good," Chloe said dreamily, "I think I might just sleep for a bit until my legs do what I tell them do to again.  Wake me up when morning get's here, okay?"

	"Okay love," I answered, and found myself nodding off as well, my head resting against the two softest pillows I had ever had the pleasure of lying on.

	

	I awoke later to see the sun blazing red as it rose over the horizon as the new day dawned.

	"Wake up Chloe," I whispered to her, rubbing her tummy as I climbed off of her and pulled on my pants, "It's morning and we'd best be getting back to the house."

	"Already?" she asked, blearily, "I'm still tired though."

	"Well, you can sleep all you want when we get back to our place," I assured her, "but I think that if anyone finds us here on the beach like this with you naked as anything and bigger than life, we're liable to have a far less relaxing day.  Can you stand?"

	"Oh, let me see," Chloe said, curling her toes experimentally, "My legs still feel all tingly and weak, and my head's still spinning a bit, but I think I can do it."

	I gave Chloe my hand and helped to pull her, trembling, to her feet.  In the light of day she looked even bigger than she had in the moonlight and as she rose unsteadily to her feet I could hardly tear my eyes away from the way her breasts wobbled and bounced with each uncertain step she took.

	"I think I'm okay to walk, just a little tipsy still," Chloe said, "I'll lean on you though, if you don't mind."

	I put my arm around her, at least as far as it would reach and let her lean against me.  She felt so heavy I was almost afraid to think about how much she must weigh by now, but at the same time, she was wonderfully soft, which made things much easier, or at least more fun when she missed a step and fell against me.  Slowly, uncertainly we made our way back up the beach to our cottage.  I opened the door and watched in wonder at the way Chloe was now wider than it was and had to squeeze through somewhat laboriously.  For a moment I saw in my mind's eye the image of her stuck halfway through the door, her monumental breasts on one side and her colossal behind on the other.  Such a predicament, I thought, could turn out to be most interesting indeed.  By the time I realized I was daydreaming though, Chloe was already in the house and making her way to the bedroom where, without a word she let herself fall into bed wordlessly, satisfied, exhausted, and wholly at peace.  I climbed in beside her a pulled a blanked over us, thinking about how warm and welcoming her body felt against me.  I draped an arm over her belly and worked my other under her head, and felt myself drifting off to sleep, with Chloe's indecently well-padded bottom pressed against my lap and her spectacularly ample bosom rising and falling quietly as she slept.