The standard disclaimer applies here of course, if you find bosoms of a vast and sensual sort to be either offensive or uninteresting, then first, you're probably looking for literature in all the wrong places.  Secondly, you should probably go and read something non-sexual in nature, like the repair manual for a Ford Pinto, which, even if you try to read it in a sexy voice, makes for distinctly unsensual reading. 

 

Anyway, in writing this story, I've found that's it has rather gotten away from me, until like its heroine, it has become entirely larger than was my original intent.  This is merely to say, that if you find it drags on a bit on the longish side, then please do let me know, but be assured that the next installment will likely be more modest in scope.  If, on the other hand, you should happen to find the more expansive passages that follow to be to your liking, then please let me know as well, for I have very much enjoyed writing them and hope that you will find them to be well worth the wait. I may be reached through the comments, of course, and also at [email protected]

 

Vicky and Victoria: Part 2

by Kodos

 

     It was already shaping up to be a hot day, Vicky noted, as she climbed out of bed stretching and yawning languidly as she felt herself once more entering the world of the wakesome.  Last night's dream still seemed so close, so palpable that she almost would have sworn that it was more solid than the faded room she found herself now.  At the very least, she thought to herself, everything that had happened there had felt very real, the house in all its restored glory, Victoria, her long vanished cousin (was it cousin? Vicky realized that she had just sort of assumed that, for all she knew, she could in fact be her great-great grandmother, though cousin definitely felt like the right option to go with somehow), and of course the indulgently sensuous thrill of her own body becoming more and more staggeringly voluptuous under the eager ministrations of Victoria, her thighs growing plumper and plumper, her hips broadening with her fattening bottom, her breasts swelling bigger, and bigger, and bigger-  Vicky caught herself as her fingers found their way to her warm cleft; if she kept thinking in this line, she realized, she could easily spend the next hour lying in bed working herself into a lustful frenzy which might, she admitted to herself, be a pleasant enough way to pass the day, but if she was interested in making reality equal the splendid lasciviousness of her fancies, she was going to have to go out to the pool and take matters into her own hands.

 

   Where is my swimsuit? Vicky thought to herself, suddenly remembering Victoria's suggestion that she might be well served to wear one today.  The sun did look awfully bright out there, and she did, after all, take pride in her fair complexion.  She cast a doubtful eye over at the hill of suitcases that held her yet unpacked wardrobe as she wondered whether it were worth digging it out.  Stuck by sudden inspiration though, she strode over to the heap, thrust her hand into it and pulled it back out with the desired garment firmly in hand.  She frowned at it thoughtfully, as she remembered buying it just before spring break last year.  A spandex swimsuit, a one piece, she thought to herself, how could you have ever been so foolish as to choose such a thing?  She had bought it in hopes that a bathing suit that clung so closely to her body might make her look more attractive, or at least feel more so, only to discover when she made it to the beach, that all it did was demonstrate her lack of womanly endowments and call attention to curves conspicuous primarily for their complete and utter absence.  Vicky smiled as she stepped into it, pulling it up past her waist and letting the straps snap gratifyingly into place over her shoulders. But that, she told herself proudly, was then.  And this, as she put her hands on her well-proportioned hips and stood in front of the full-length mirror, is most definitely now.  Now wrapped in the sleek green embrace of lycra, Vicky was an enthralling sight, every inch of her increasingly buxom body displayed to its maximum advantage.  Below her trim waist it showed off her winsomely well-shaped hips, while somewhat higher it seemed to collect and squeeze together her full bosom to create a show of cleavage which was, if not exactly epic, was most delightful to behold.  Turning, Vicky noted with approval how well it showed off her newly statuesque profile.  The swimsuit lent her ample bust a good deal of lift, which, combined with the fact that her breasts already seemed inclined towards a plump sort of pointiness, made the roundure of her charms jut out several inches past her smooth stomach.  Her bottom was barely less impressive, the fabric of her swimsuit stretching to cover her recently plumpened posterior.  Vicky had never been particularly fond of her legs before, but now, sleek and bare and pale, they seemed to her so sexy that she almost felt it might not be quite appropriate to leave her room with them so exposed, the way her thighs were so shapely and supple, her legs flawless flowing from her comely hips all the way down to her toes.  She gave herself a little wriggle, noticing the way that the spandex seemed to keep her more alluring attributes from jiggling too much.  Well then, Vicky thought to herself, time to go and do something about that.  After all, what good is having a great figure if it doesn't bounce the way it's supposed to?

 

     And off she went then, down the stairs and through the grand front room, which seemed just a little less faded and worn than it had yesterday.  The double doors out to the terrace parted before her and when she reached the top step of the stairs down to the spring Vicky stopped as immediately as if she had collided with a wall.  The vista that lay in front of her had been astoundingly transformed.  The stone around the pool, which the day before had had a sort of rotten, crumbling look about it, was subtly changed.  It was still overgrown with mosses and lichens but instead of looking decayed, it now had a sort of magical antiquity about it, like one might expect to find by an enchanted pond in some elven kingdom.  Off down the hill, an old orchard which just the day before had been a field of bare branches clawing against the sky had been miraculously revived; delicate green leaves, pink and white fruit blossoms glowed rich and effusive in the morning light.  Most strikingly, the two great gnarled magnolias that stood watch over the pool had burst into bloom (most unseasonably, Vicky thought), their branches heavy with a breathtaking profusion of rich pink blossoms, each curled into a delicate cup wider than her hand, as if to catch and drink the dew that still lay thick upon them.  The perfume of so many flowers was so heavy in the air that Vicky almost felt as if she were wading through it. The scent was intoxicatingly rich, like wine and incense, so strong that Vicky clutched at the stone railing for a moment lest she lose her footing.  As she walked in amazement down the steps she wondered how such a change could have been wrought in one night.  Everything around her seemed to be infused with life, as if nature had been forced to endure a hundred winters and now at once burst out as lusty as a hundred springs.  It was too much to take in, and yet, too beautiful to do anything but just stand and drink it in in wonder.  The pool too, seemed brighter; the tiny shards of light which yesterday Vicky had seen only out of the corner of her eye now shimmered across the water, coruscating here and there, as if they were inviting her come in, and sit beneath the clear water that burbled from the copper pipe.  It was an invitation that Vicky intended not to pass up, and with a well-fleshed grace she dove fluidly into the heart of the pool.

 

   Vicky slipped into the depths, enveloped by the water.  Immediately she felt it, the same surge of life that had forced itself into every earthly thing near the pool was now beginning to penetrate her body as well, soaking past her swimsuit and through her skin and into her body, coursing through her veins like distilled electricity.  As she bobbed to the surface and took a deep breath of the perfumed air, she realized that she felt more connected with this magical place than before, more complete and more alive than she had ever dreamed.  Floating in the pool, Vick felt the crisp water imbuing her body with its energy, and all the while bestowing upon her the gifts that Victoria had promised, in increasingly lavish quantities.  Vicky felt the flesh of her breasts tingle, her nipples tightening against the material of her swimsuit, which only served to make it rub more arousingly against her pert peaks.  Vicky felt her breasts gradually swelling, slowly at first; so slowly she could hardly even see it happening as she bobbed in place, watching her bosom intently.  Vicky felt a bit frustrated that things weren't happening faster, but soon she found how curiously arousing it was to be forced to wait.  She had hoped to just jump in the water and see her bust inflating fantastically before her eyes as it had in her dream the night before but this, this was exciting in a different way.  Every time she felt her skin quiver softly as her breasts absorbed a little more, every moment that she felt her swimsuit tightening nearly imperceptibly as its burden grew, every fraction of an inch of pale flesh revealed as her breasts grew more enlarged, each new sign sent a frission of excitement through her body.  Though in the hour she had been in the pool her breasts had barely swelled from a D to a double D, every time Vicky felt her swimsuit slide as it tried to accommodate her blossoming bust it was the most exquisite of tortures.  She wondered what would happen if she felt asleep like this.  What would she wake to find?  Would her breasts merely be the size of cantaloupes when she awoke (Merely? Vicky thought with a smile, how quickly my standards of size have been inflated)?  Could she grow so ponderous that she would barely be able to pull herself out of the pool?  Could it be (she worried for a second before terror was overwhelmed by concupiscent curiosity), that she might just soak up all the water in the pool, awakening to a bosom so staggeringly titanic that it held her prisoner?  Vicky knew that she should be alarmed that such a thing might even be possible, and yet in a certain corner of her mind, a part of her that seemed to only be growing stronger, she was sorely tempted to close her eyes and rest, just to discover how delicious such an imprisonment might be.

 

     At any rate, it was impossible to think of sleep beyond the abstract.  Vicky's entire body seemed to crackle with energy; she had never felt more aware of everything around and inside her body in her life.  Which, perhaps, was why when she felt her shoulder straps tightening, she gave herself over to her lusts and slipped a finger down inside her bathing suit and, her breath catching in her throat, slipped inside herself.  Vicky hadn't realized how long she had been wavering on the precipice of a climax, but as soon as she touched herself, as soon as she felt how inflamed her femininity had become, she found it was all she could do to keep her head above the water as she feasted on the pleasures of her body.  Finding herself again and again, she writhed in ecstasy, her pulse pounding, gasping for breath as she struggled to hang onto the lip of the pool, and noticing only as the aftershocks faded into murmurs of bliss that the spring's effects on her had accelerated.  Looking down at herself, her chest still flushed rosy with desire, Vicky discovered that she had been stimulating more than her own moistened depths.  Her breasts were as big as a pair of honeydews already, and she didn't have to watch them all that closely to see them expanding.  Vicky felt her swimsuit growing tighter in other places as well. Her hips enlarged as they absorbed more water;  her bottom swelled so fulsomely that she could feel herself beginning to develop a bit of a shelf, a point where the graceful curve of her back surrendered to the round bulge of her fattening bottom, her swimsuit slowly retreating upward as it revealed more and more of her voluptuously well-filled derriere.  Every time she scissored her legs there was a little more resistance, as if the very act of pumping them back and forth against the water was pumping them fuller and fuller, as her calves grew plump and her thighs grew sleek and sensually soft.  And was it her imagination that the swimsuit seemed to be getting distractingly tight between her legs?  Had her ass really fattened up so much that her bathing suit fit like a thong?  Or was it just that even after her little bout of self-recreation her nether parts felt even more sensitive, fairly dripping with desire?  Perhaps, Vicky hoped, it was a little of both.  Or more likely yet, it was a lot of both, but while the pool forced her dimpled behind to fatten, her loins thirsting for pleasure, Vicky found herself unable to ignore her blossoming bust.

 

     It took only a glance to see that her breasts were expanding faster, her cleavage deepening as they squashed together.  Even without looking, even if she ignored the way her swimsuit tightened around her bosom, Vicky could feel her boobs swelling up, their momentum tugging at them playfully.  It was barely perceptible at first, held tight as they were against her chest, but as they gained more mass the effect became unmistakable.  Each time she moved, or changed direction, Vicky noticed how her breasts were waiting a second to move along in the same direction as the rest of her body.  Even more noticeable, each time she stopped, they displayed a distinct inclination to remain in motion.  She had, in short, graduated from bouncy to wobbly, and was fast moving in the direction of becoming positively jigglesome.  Vicky swam to the edge of the pool and held on, eager to watch her expansion without having to swim.  She stared, enraptured, as her boobs plumped up before her eyes, billowing enticingly up out of her top.  Look at them, she thought to herself, they're already as big as a couple of cantaloupes; I'm soaking it up like a sponge.  Oh, I could just stay out here all day just watching them blow up like this, but I am starting to get hungry, and being a growing girl, I think I'm entitled to have a bit of an appetite.  Besides, just treading water in a swimsuit this tight is starting to make me all hot again, and if I don't get out soon then I know I'm just going to spend the next hour out here playing in the garden while my tits turn into a couple of water balloons.

 

   Vicky pulled herself up out of the pool, her breasts now sliding heavily along the ledge rather than merely brushing against it, and headed for the steps.  As she climbed, she felt her suit growing dry.  That's odd, she thought, its way too humid out today for me to be drying off that fast.  As she felt it squeezing her, Vicky realized that that her body was still soaking it up, sucking in every drop she could stand to absorb.  Vicky relished the way her body moved now.  Her full, womanly hips added a seductive roll to her walk, and she smiled at the thought of how voluptuously her ass must be shimmering with each step.  And running up the stairs, she realized that if she didn't slow down a bit she was liable to pop right out of her top, an event she looked forward too eagerly, though she wanted to be sure she did nothing by half measures which might instead be done to glorious excess.

 

   Vicky came into the house and made straight for the kitchen where, in a stroke a good luck the day before, she had discovered an entire case of Twinkies.  Looking at it now, Vicky wondered.  On one hand, I have no idea how old those are, she thought sensibly, but on the other, I think that if I ever have to eat another bowl of ramen I'm going to scream.  Besides, they're Twinkies!  Aren't they supposed to last forever and survive nuclear wars and things?  As she contemplated, Vicky felt another twinge of hunger and deciding to indulge her sugar-lust, she tore open the box and loaded a platter with what was most definitely several times more Twinkies than it is considered wise to consume at a single sitting.

 

     As she entered her bedroom, the mirror caught Vicky's eye.  Is that really how I look now? she wondered as she took stock of herself in amazement.  Her legs, which had always seemed too long and awkward for the rest of her body, seemed now to have been brought to perfection, smooth and white, like a pair of marble pillars standing at the gate to the promised land.  Her breasts were definitely at more than a E, maybe encroaching on a F now, though from the way they were lifted up and squashed together it was difficult for her to get a real feel of their magnitude, though at the rate they were going, Vicky was sure that they would soon be wider than her body.  Oh, she imagined, biting her lip, I can't wait until they're so big that you can seem the from behind me!  I really ought to take off this swimsuit so that I can appreciate myself properly, but I don't think I'd be able to squeeze myself back into it afterwards.  Even her hair had been affected; no longer merely red, it had grown positively fiery with defiant unruliness that made her look as if she had either just gotten out of bed, or had just resolved that bed was precisely where she needed to be going.  She had a body fit for a can-can dancer, Vicky decided, just the right mix of fit and plump to be both physical and carnal.  At the same time, she knew already that she wanted more, much, much more.  She longed for a body not made for the dance floor or the stage, but for the delectable exertions of the bedroom.  She turned to examine her profile and stifled a gasp.  My ass, it's enormous!  I had no idea it was getting so huge; no wonder my swimsuit is riding up like that.  Almost in disbelief, Vicky ran her hands across her over-developed bottom.  She could hardly believe how small her hands looked against it; it didn't seem quite real somehow.  It certainly felt real enough; every inch of it begged to be squeezed, and Vicky found herself beginning to appreciate that that was a lot of inches indeed.  She was even, she noted approvingly, beginning to develop a pair of dimples on her back, right above where her hips flared brazenly and her bottom swelled out shamelessly luscious.

 

   Vicky turned and sat herself down on the bed, noting with delight that whatever else she might think about the augmentation of her rear, it was certainly a good deal more comfortable to sit upon with all that extra stuffing.  She picked up a Twinkie and bit into it, it burst with cream, paused as she judged whether it was still fit for human consumption, and finding it acceptable, made quick work of it and reached for another one.  Thus comfortably situated and adequately provisioned, Vicky cast her eye towards the diary on her bedside table, picked it up, and letting it fall open across her comfortable lap, she began to read.

 

    Dear Diary,

 

     This has been a most exciting week as cousin Millie has come down to spend some time with us.  Well, first, to clarify, she's not actually a cousin; she's my cousin Wilbur's wife, and they live up in Ohio.  He's an engineer and his company has sent him out West to supervise the construction of a new railway viaduct over some gorge or chasm or the like, which I understand is quite a feather in his cap.  Apparently though, the camp they're working out of is nothing more than a dusty field of tents and tumbleweeds right now, so Wilbur thought it would be a good idea to send Millie down to Georgia until he gets a bit more established where he is, on account of her being a young lady of somewhat delicate health, and his desire that his bride might enjoy the chance to get better acquainted with his relations.

 

     Now, I ought to make it clear straight from the beginning that Wilbur is absolutely, without a doubt, my favorite of all my cousins (not that there are all that many).  He spent many a summer down here in the old house with us when I was but a thin little girl, and while most of the other boys seemed to be in such a rush to see who could grow up to be dull and boring the fastest, Wilbur was the most marvelous company, and proved an excellent study at catching catfish with his bare hands, which is an important skill no longer studied by most in this world.  At any rate, I mean to say that while I yield to no one in my fondness for Wilbur, I was absolutely amazed at his taste in women; Millie is as thin as a post, so skinny that when she turns sideways she might as well have vanished into the air itself.  She seems very nice though, a little quiet to be sure, but she is well-read, if a little naive, and she does seem so devoted to Wilbur that I'm certain they are most happy together. 

 

     Well, a couple of days after she arrived, she took me aside and told me a thing that made everything suddenly come into focus.  Wilbur had not only sent her to stay with us because he hasn't got himself established out West yet, but he was hoping that I, myself, might personally see if I couldn't do anything to put Millie in, shall we say, more robust health.  At last it all made sense.  I hadn't been able to conceive of how Wilbur, who once stared like his eyes were liable to pop out of his head when fat cousin Sadie's corset burst asunder during her violin recital, could have married such a mere slip of a girl.  But since he had charged me with the task of rendering her more buxom, I resolved right there to do everything I could to help, with the notion in mind of returning her to Wilbur so plump and well-rounded as to prove his faith in me had not been misplaced.  At the same time, I thought I might have a bit of fun with my responsibilities, so I neglected to tell Millie exactly what the spring does when I invited her out today to come with me and escape the summer heat for a bit.

 

     It was an exceedingly hot day, so she practically jumped at the idea, being accustomed to the much more temperate weather up north, and it was soon after that we were both out in the water, splashing about and indulging in a few mint juleps that I had thought to pack along.  Now, I fully expected that spending some time in the spring would have the same improving effect on Millie that it does on every woman, but I was quite unprepared for how quickly it set about bolstering her contours.  Almost immediately her bosom began to fill and soften, while her shoulders and her neck quickly lost their starved appearance in favor of one of good health and comeliness.  I must admit that, wicked girl that I am, I would have liked to watch how this transformation was working upon the rest of her figure, but as she had not yet noticed what was happening to her, I was reluctant to give up the game just yet.  Happily, Millie showed no inclination at all to depart, and by judiciously feeding her a supply of juleps, I hoped to keep her in a pliable enough state of mind that she might not discover what was happening for a while longer.  Though she did remark on how restorative the water was, and how she felt healthier than she ever had. 

 

     And so we carried on, talking about our different lives, hers in the city and mine out here on the old farm; I soon found myself taking quite a liking to her, and decided that I should help her out, not only for Wilbur's sake, but for her own, as it has been my experience that I have never known a woman who was both thin and happy.  As it was though, I had no need of worry, for the spring's effects asserted themselves so quickly that I grew alarmed and almost asked if she might not like to leave the water for a bit, so quickly was she blossoming.  By noon, one never would have guessed by looking at her that she had even been too thin, an hour later her bosom looked as if was in danger of bursting the confines of her bathing-dress, but the drinks had left her marvelously elevated and she only asked me if my bathing-suit felt as if it were shrinking, inquiring as to whether there wasn't something a little different about the water here.  Well now, truth be told I felt my own outfit growing more than a little snug as my own bosom plumpened, but  I told her it was probably merely her imagination and fixed her another drink, which seemed to bed the issue for a while at least.  As the afternoon wore on, however, both of us just laughing and having the sort of good time that only two girls in the pink of youth can, the rate that Millie seemed to be expanding seemed only to be increasing; soon her bosom had become so forswollen that I could hardly imagine how she could fail to notice; the seams of her bathing-suit were creaking so loudly that even I could hear them.  Indeed, shortly afterwards she asked if her bathing dress wasn't fitting too closely about the hinterlands and that I might be better informed about the matter presented me with the anatomy in question.  I was struck speechless, I must tell you, for her backside had attained such a fantastical degree of embonpoint that I reckoned it one of the lesser miracles of heaven that she had not yet split every seam of her bathing-suit.  Once more I had no choice but to dismiss her concerns and note that the water here is filled with strange minerals and perhaps some combination of them might be affecting her somehow, and also, wouldn't she like another drink? 

 

     At last, at about five in the evening it happened, with a report like a cannon bursting, Millie's bathing-suit exploded and she found herself suddenly disrobed by her own bounty.  For a moment I dreaded having to explain what had happened to her, and how her charms had come to be so delightfully and abundantly magnified, but taking one looked at me she threw back her head and laughed, her opulent bosom bobbing upon the water in a way I found curiously beguiling.  She related to me that Wilbur had told her all about the spring and its effects but that she had been afraid to ask me about it directly, and so, clever girl that she is, Millie had let me carry on all day thinking I had outsmarted her, when in fact she was delighting in watching me try to distract her from her own accumulating assets.  She is such a clever thing, I already like her immensely and shall be very sorry to see her go, for I have never had another girl here who shares my peculiar appetite for the gifts of the spring.  Back to my story though; I fetched her a towel from the porch (how fortunate that I took leave of the water as I did, for my suit was fairly groaning from the strain of my own blossoming form, as I had begun the day vastly better favored than Millie and a day spent lounging in the spring had only served to render my endowments even more ample; I took two towels just in case my own bathing-suit should also surrender before we made it back into the house.  Happily, everyone else was laying out supper, and we made it unnoticed back up to my room, where I found for Millie a lovely dress which I outgrew last year, and found another for myself which, it seems, I am in the process of outgrowing even now.  Oh, how I wish that I could describe to your the look on Mother's face as we descended the stairs for supper, with Millie beaming and weighing twice what she had at breakfast (or somewhat more, I think it likely) and me all but overtopping the dress that she had bought me just last month in hopes that it might hold me adequately for a while.  Both of us were positively giddy, and still very much in our cups even as we were like to overflow them.  It has been, in short, a perfectly wonderful week, and I look forward with the greatest eagerness to what the next shall bring.

 

Victoria

 

    

 

 

   Vicky went to lay the book aside, reaching at the same time for another Twinkie from the plate, stopping as she realized that none remained.  Oh my, she thought with surprise, Did I already eat all of those?  I had no idea that I was so hungry.  Vicky rubbed her belly contemplatively, enjoying how good it felt to be full and how her tummy felt so nice and comfortable against her bathing suit.  I really should be more mindful, she told herself, even as she realized that however full she might be, she was still hungry, If I keep carrying on like this I'm liable to get fat.  Vicky sat there on the bed, eyes closed, breathing and enjoying the sensations that her body now provided.  She could almost see Victoria and Millie in the spring, Millie growing bigger and bigger and bigger until she exploded out of her clothes.  Vicky found the idea curiously stimulating, just as Victoria evidently had.  She considered her own skintight swimsuit, plucking at one of the shoulder straps so that it hummed tautly like a harp string.  I wonder how big I could get before my suit burst, she wondered.  On one hand, hers was already awfully snug, but then again, it was spandex, so it was supposed to be that way. Besides, it was good and stretchy too, Vicky imagined she might be able to pad her figure a good bit more before she split her seams.  She pondered for a moment; Do I really want to get that big just yet?  I'm still just getting used to being as curvy as this, am I ready to deal with being really voluptuous?  But try as she might to talk herself out of it, but Vicky couldn't get the idea out of her head and she already knew that she was going out to the pool and wasn't leaving it until her swimsuit was in tatters and she, hopefully, was boasting a much more fulsome physique.  It would be nice though, she thought as she got up and glided out the door, to have a little something to drink while she soaked. 

 

     In the kitchen, Vicky rifled through the liquor cabinet.  A mint julep, she thought, would be the best thing for reenacting the scene she had in mind, but following her train of thought a little farther, she realized that other than mint, she didn't really have much idea of what went into one.  Opening the freezer though (and briefly reveling in the way the cloud of frigid air that roiled from it made her nipples perk up attentively), Vicky found something that would do.  It was a bottle of Aristocrat, well, half a bottle, left over from exam week.  It was cheap stuff, but as she hadn't had a drink in over a week, Vicky pulled an old highball glass from the cupboard and poured herself a drink.  Smiling as she recalled the astringent taste of the stuff, Vicky put the bottle back in the freezer, turned to leave, and half a beat later came back to fetch it again.  Better to be prepared, she thought, I might be out there for a while.

 

     Out the door and down the steps she went, pausing at the edge of the pool to take a drink.  I have definitely got to find something better to drink than cheap vodka and grody tap water, Vicky noted, but knowing that important work remained to be done, she set down glass and bottle on the edge of the pool and slipped into the welcoming waters.  Instantly, Vicky felt the magic of the pool affecting her, flowing into her as if it had divined her purpose in coming back so soon and smiling upon her endeavor, had decided to bring its full power to bear in helping her.  Vicky felt the spring's power flooding into her body, even more exciting than before, and even more intoxicating, her head spinning a flush of warmth spreading through her chest as her breasts began to grow.  She could feel the fabric of her swimsuit stretching softly as she swelled, the smooth, wet fabric sliding ever so gently against her creamy skin as its burden inexorably increased.  Already they were obviously plumper than they had been when she had entered the water, and growing larger and fatter as Vicky marinated in the spring.  She swam lazily across the pool, delighting in the way the water seemed in be channeled into her deepening cleavage, the way it embraced her blossoming bust, touching every inch of her exposed and sensitive skin.  Even without touching her legs, Vicky could feel them swelling along with the rest of her blossoming figure.  Each time she kicked them, it seemed the water had more to resist against.  Kick by kick as Vicky scissored her legs past each other she could feel their mass increasing as they grew ever more luscious and full of flesh.  She could tell her backside was expanding even more dramatically than her thighs, fattening up voluptuously as it grew increasingly saturated with the magic of the water.  Vicky gripped the edge of the pool to steady herself, so strangely overcome that she could hardly think straight, distracted by the way the cold stone of the pool wall made her nipples pop up eagerly and savoring the sensation as her soft skin stretched gently as her bottom grew more lusciously plump with each moment.  Oh, this feels so nice; I can see why Victoria so enjoyed drinking out here in the pool, Vicky thought, as she poured herself another glass.  She picked it up and threw it back, swallowing it quickly to avoid the taste, and as it began to warm her from the inside out, Vicky felt a new sensation spread though her body.

 

     It was like a barrier dissolving, something surrendering inside of her, as if there was something that had been working to keep out the of the spring as much as possible and with this last drink it had begun to melt away.  For a pensive moment, Vicky wondered whether it was indeed a physical reaction, something in the alcohol that made her body more permeable, or whether it was something else, that as she let go her inhibitions, her body too let down its walls and permitted the enchantment to penetrate her deeper.  Whichever was the case, her bust began to balloon before her eyes.  Still hanging onto the edge of the pool with one hand to support herself, Vicky placed the other against the tingling flesh of her bosom.  Her breasts were filling up, seductively round and fat.  As they grew, their upper hemispheres began to bulge enticingly out of the top of Vicky's swimsuit; its neckline inching lower as it struggled to cover the spreading expanse of her endowments.  Vicky looked on in delight at her deepening cleavage, her bathing suit lifting her enlarging breasts and pressing them together to create a chasm that stretched from the base of her slender neck across exquisite rondure of her bosom.  They're getting so huge, Vicky wondered in disbelief as she stared raptly at her chest.  Her breasts glistened moistly in the afternoon sun, almost shimmering as the water's magic filled them, forcing more and more fat into them until they jiggled from the pressure of it.  Vicky felt the water saturating the rest of her body as well.  Her hips grew more expansive, spreading wide and womanly, broader than her shoulders now and still flourishing.  Though Vicky's waistline was expanding as well, it was wholly outpaced by her other charms, her figure quickly becoming indecently curvaceous.  Her bottom at first simply seemed to be growing enough to keep in proportion to her well-formed hips, round and sumptuous, but as Vicky felt her swimsuit growing increasingly tight about her nether regions, she realized with dismay that her posterior seemed intent on competing with her breasts to see which would be the first to overfill her bathing suit past the bursting point.  "Oh no!" she protested, "I'm plenty big enough back there already; I don't need that much ass!  Why don't you pump some more of that into my boobs instead?"  If the spring understood her, it was not inclined to listen, as Vicky felt another surge of growth forcing her backside to fatten by at least another ten pounds, her hips widening by luscious inches.  Her swimsuit fit her as tightly as a second skin now, its open back scarcely covering her luxurious bottom.  Stretching desperately to contain the expanse of her hips, it slipped lower, as Vicky's ass began to bulge out above it lusciously.  "Oh," she said, watching with a mix of dismay and pleasure as she watched her soft hips spill out over the waist of her swimsuit, "This is just too much, I need another drink."  Paddling over to the edge of the pool, Vicky felt her plumpening thighs rubbing against each other.  Finally reaching the side of the pool, she felt more than a little light-headed, and pouring a drink to help brace herself up, she held the glass high against the blue sky and threw it back in a single resolute motion.

 

     The warmth of the liquor spread through her body, and even as she tasted it, she felt another sensation building inside of her.  Her body's resistance to the spring's power dissolved completely, and Vicky's breasts began to expand sill faster, as Vicky shivered as she felt her skin stretching to contain their shuddering weight.  Indulgently swollen, they wobbled buoyantly, and Vicky sighed as she felt the cool water saturating them, filling them up until they were so soft and heavy that she was overwhelmed, delirious with pleasure.  "Yes," Vicky murmured with yearning, "This is what I want, this is what I need!  Give me more; fill my tits up like a couple of balloons! Bigger! Bigger! BIGGER!"  As she felt the strap of her swimsuit chafing against the nape of her neck, Vicky knew she was about to get her wish.  She felt a flush of cold in her chest as her breasts, already swollen to double the size they had been when she got into the water, inflated like they were determined to soak up the entire pool.  The neckline of her bathing suit continued to slide downward, creating an increasingly breathtaking vista of Vicky's voluptuous globes until at last her rosy areolae began to peek out over its edge.  Indeed, it seemed for a moment that she was going to simply spill out of her top altogether until the retreating edge of her swimsuit was stopped by her nipples, poking tight and tingling against the fabric.  As Vicky's breasts expanded to ever greater dimensions, the seam of her bathing suit began to pull all the more tightly against their taut tips, sending bolts of pleasure arcing through her helpless body.  Consumed with lust, Vicky reached down to pet herself, shuddering at her own touch, her tremendous tits magnifying every motion of her quiveringly well-filled figure.  The climax hit her like a bomb exploding, her entire body drenched with bliss and as Vicky opened her eyes, she realized with surprise that she was no longer swimming, but was now floating effortlessly in the water, having at last become buoyant enough that she couldn't sink if she wanted to.  Vicky could feel her ass expanding again, but as the afterglow of the orgasm still suffused her body, she found herself distinctly unworried about her increasing girth and merely lay back and placed her hands against it, smiling with satisfaction as she felt her ample derriere softly quaking as it grew more stuffed with fat.  Vicky's swimsuit clung to her body, showing off every luscious inch of her as her body filled it past it capacity; the strap across the back of her neck was starting to hurt, and the shoulder straps stood out as tense as the stings on a hammock, her melons glistening wetly as they strained against their confinement.  Vicky felt her bathing suit growing tighter as her body outgrew it.  It stretched tightly between her legs, arousing and excruciating; her breasts bulged mountainously out of her top when at last it gave out.

 

Vicky's bathing suit snapped off of her zaftig body in an instant, just as a soap bubble does when it bursts.  She smiled to herself in satisfaction, imagining that this was what it must have been like for Millie when Victoria had made her tarry too long in the waters of the pool so very long ago.  She sighed contently, floating in the water, her lavish bosom liberated at last.  Suddenly she gasped.  It was starting again.  "Oh no", Vicky cried as she felt the tingling that foretold another bout of growth, "This is big enough for now; I want to be THIS size for a bit!"  With her entire body now exposed to the water though, Vicky could already feel her breasts becoming more enlarged.  She swam towards the edge of the pool; her thighs sliding softly past each other as they gained weight.  Reaching the edge, Vicky tried to pull herself up out of the water, but not realizing how much weight she had put on, she found her strength failed her as she fell back into the pool.  Alarmed now, Vicky felt her butt being pumped to more stupendous overfullness.  She tried to lift herself out again; again she failed, as panting with exertion she could feel her breasts beginning to billow larger against the cold stone of the pool wall. "Ok, I can do this," Vicky told herself, her hips blossoming wider as she hung on, "One more try and I can make it!"  With all the strength she could muster she raised herself up just enough to lean over the lip of the pool, her body's weight heavy upon her burdensome bosom.  Doing her best to ignore the sensations shooting through her body, knowing this was her last chance, that if she slipped back into the water she would  be too heavy to climb out, Vicky slowly managed to drag herself the rest of the way out of the water, and at last lay panting on the sun-warmed stone, her lush body gleaming in red light of the fading day, as the sun went down over the big house and as her skin soaked up the last of the water, feeling suddenly tight as it dried.  Her strength began to return; the tingling began to fade and she felt strong enough to stand again. 

 

Carefully Vicky got to her feet, discovering how all this new weight was distributed and trying to find her balance again.  I had no idea that I'd be so top heavy, she thought to herself, straightening her back slowly, my boobs must weigh at least twenty pounds each.  She turned and started walking toward the steps; everything felt new; each step was a feast of new sensations.  Her breasts, their weight no longer supported by anything else, seemed almost preternaturally bouncy; the very act of walking sent them swaying distractingly.  I'd better not try running, she though, I'm liable to smack myself in the face with these.  With every step, her widened hips rolled and swayed seductively, and her well-padded posterior jiggled with altogether indecent lusciousness.  Relishing every moment of it, Vicky made her way back up into the house and to her room, where she parked herself in front of the mirror and was nearly struck speechless.  "Just look at these," she said to no one in particular, hefting one fat breast and then the other, "They're as big as my head!  And pointy too, come to think of it." As Vicky turned to see herself in profile, she stared at how her breasts, while mostly round, still had a certain conical quality about them, which along with her puffy nipples gave her the most impressive pair of torpedoes she had ever seen.  "They're like 50's boobs; these would make Jayne Mansfield jealous," Vicky mused, noting the way they hung against her chest, projecting out proudly in front of her.  Her hips too struck her as almost too huge to believe, flaring out provocatively from her narrow waist with a pair of generously formed thighs to match.  "I look like one of those girls they used to paint on bombers during World War II," Vicky noted approvingly, "I can just see it now, my hair blowing out behind me as I smiled, my legs wrapped around a bit of heavy ordinance; I'd look just the thing painted on the nose of a flying fortress."  Picking up a hand mirror, she turned to assess the view from behind.  "Oh my..." Vicky stammered as she beheld the panorama behind her, "My ass is enormous!"  Cautiously, she stroked the expanse of her lusciously overfilled derriere, amazed at how small her hand looked against her indulgently plump behind.  On a whim, she gave herself a sharp smack, and found herself gasping at how sensitive her new flesh was, how every nerve in her body seemed to be wired purely for pleasure and turned up to eleven on sensitivity. "Then again," Vicky murmured to herself, smiling as her jigglesome posterior eventually stopped quivering, "I suppose a girl could get used to having a nice plump rump like this.  In fact, I could just go back out to the pool right now and see if I keep getting even more sensitive the bigger I get..." Vicky trailed off, biting her lip thoughtfully.  "I'd better wait until tomorrow," she decided, "It is getting late after all, and I did want to get a bit more cleaning done before I go to bed."

 

     As the coolness of the evening settled through the old house, Vicky decided that it was indeed a good time to put a few more things in order.  But where to start? she thought to herself, as she found a pair of sweatpants and an old T-shirt that she hoped would still tolerably accommodate her bountiful physique and set about pulling them on.  Vicky soon discovered that she had underestimated the magnitude of her voluminous charms.  The shirt fit her more or less, though her two ponderous orbs stretched it almost to transparency, her nipples threatening to tear right through it as the fabric rubbed against their eager tips, and the lower edge of it rising so high as to reveal most of belly which was, while still certainly not fat, certainly very suggestive that Vicky was the kind of woman who could put away a half a case of Twinkies in one sitting without a second thought.  The sweatpants, however, were an entirely different story.  Stretched to their utmost capacity, they clung desperately to every curve of Vicky's curvaceous thighs, cleaving tightly about her fulsome hips so closely that Vicky was almost afraid to move, lest her pants suffer the same fate as her swimsuit so recently had.  "Well, that's it then, I need to find some new clothes around here," Vicky decided, though more than a little delighted at the way the shirt encouraged her heavy breasts to jiggle in unison, and the captivating way that her body fairly overflowed the sweatpants.  "With all the big women who have lived here over the years there HAS to be something in my size around here, and I may as well go ahead and clean out a few closets while I'm at it."

 

     And so Vicky dove waded into her bedroom closet, which she soon discovered had not been gone through in years.  She threw out piles of old clothes in various states of decay; nightgowns worn almost to pieces, dresses long out of fashion and far too small anyway, and fur coats that been almost wholly consumed by generations of moths, all dusty, worn and forgotten for decades.  Sorting through yet another rack of threadbare rages and casting them upon the growing heap in the middle of the bedroom Vicky began to wonder how far the closet went.  "I thought old houses didn't even HAVE closets this big," she mused, casting aside an old dress in a particularly hideous shade of avocado green, "If this thing goes much deeper I'm liable to find myself in Narnia."  Even as these words escaped her lips though, Vicky pushed aside an old rack of blouses that looked as if their designer had tried to make them as frumpy as humanly possibly and saw something that did look interesting.  I was a massive old chest, covered in dark leather and bearing a lock which, to her boundless delight, surrendered with a heavy click as soon as Vicky touched it.  She opened the lid, the smell of cedar suffusing the air around her, and looked upon her prize.  On top of everything was a stack of old photographs, each framed and wrapped in brown paper as if someone had laid them away to be sent somewhere and had never gotten around to unpacking them.  Burning with curiously, Vicky tore the paper off the top one, only to find it had faded so badly as to be useless.  She unwrapped another, and another, finding both to be in a similar state, whatever record of the past they might have borne having long since destroyed by time.  Resignedly, Vicky unwrapped the next, more for the sake of thoroughness than anything else, and smiled as she was rewarded as she set her eyes upon a picture of her family.  It looked to be very old, of the mid-nineteenth century at least, at least because everyone in it had that glazed sort of look that was common when it took five minutes to take a single exposure.  Vicky peered at it intently; some of the faces looked vaguely familiar from other pictures around the house, and all the women in it definitely looked as if they were no strangers to the spring behind the house.  The thinnest of them looked as if she weighed at least two hundred pounds, and the matron around whom they gathered looked as if she were at least twice that, if not a bit more.  Laying the picture aside, Vicky reached for the next, and opening it with renewed expectations, and soon saw, to her delight, Victoria's face beaming back at her.  The picture looked to be of about the same vintage as the latest picture she had seen of her and Millie; she looked no older, to be sure, though she was definitely broader across the hips.  Her breasts, however, were absolutely massive.  Breathtakingly vast, they filled her lap utterly, ballooning out of a dress that was far too small to adequately contain such a titanic bosom.  Checking for a date, Vicky turned the picture over.

 

"Last week of the county fair - Millie says I ought to enter myself as a dairy cow!"

 

   Vicky turned the picture back over, Victoria smiling winsomely at her once again from across the years.  My gosh, Vicky wondered to herself, she's full of milk.  Looking at the picture again it seemed entirely possible.  Victoria's breasts looked awfully full, swollen to such excess as Vicky could barely imagine. No wonder she's sitting down, she thought, She looks like she's about to pop.  Though, she observed, she certainly didn't look like she was in any discomfort in the picture.  As she thought about it, Vicky found herself growing oddly enchanted by the idea; at once alarmed at the possibility that her exposure to the spring might make her own already heavy breasts blow up like a couple of milk-filled zeppelins but also more than a little curious to experience it.  Still pondering the idea, and finding herself intrigued almost against her better judgment, she laid the picture aside on her nightstand, along with the diary, before returning to the chest in the closet.  I'll look at these other pictures later, she decided, setting the rest of the unopened photographs out of the way, I really need to find something more appropriate to wear right now.  putting aside the quilt that the photographs had been sitting on, Vicky smiled to herself.  This looked promising.  She picked up the top thing in the cedar chest, a sun dress, done in a print with flowers and watermelons; unlike so much else in the forgotten closet, it seemed perfectly preserved, though it was obviously an artifact of the sixties, Vicky was immediately taken with it.  "Oh, this will be just the thing!" she enthused, wriggling with girlish glee as small tearing noises emanated from her overstretched t-shirt, "And not a moment too soon, it seems."  Leaving the rest of the clothes in the chest for later, Vicky bounded back into the bedroom to change.  She peeled her shirt off, her breasts dropping ponderously against her chest as they were freed from their imprisonment; pulling off the sweatpants was the work of a moment.  Vicky slipped the dress on over her head, half worried that it would be too small for her well-rounded figure, and turned once more to the mirror to see how she looked. 

 

     It was even better than she had dared to hope.  Far from being too tight, the dress was if anything a little loose.  Not too much so, Vicky thought, but enough to be comfortable in, enough that she could stand to grow a bit more and still have it fit her well, or grow a lot and have it fit her barely at all, which seemed an even more attractive option.  Tying it in the back, Vicky smiled, the empire waist of the dress only served to accentuate her breasts, the support it lent to them making them jut out even more provocatively than they already did, its plunging neckline displaying every ripple of motion that ran through her extravagant bosom.  It held her well around her shapely waist, and flared out about her fulsome hips.  While comfortably loose behind, it still fit her closely enough that anyone could plainly see that it was draped over a womanly bottom of overly-generous proportions, particularly because it was cut as daringly high at the hem line as it was low at the neck.  Mmm, Vicky thought, stretching herself before the mirror, It's a good thing there's no one else around, if anybody saw me bend over in this dress they'd get quite an eyeful.  As if curious to prove her theory true, she bowed deeply before the mirror, her cleavage deepening as gravity's grasp pulled her jiggling assets in a way that served to make them only more appealing.  Something about this dress, Vicky thought to herself, It makes them look even bigger than when I'm naked; and it is so very nice to have something that fits me properly again.  I've spent all my life trying to find clothes made to fit a tall thin girl, I never imagined that I might have trouble finding ones to flatter the figure of a tall voluptuous one.

 

   Weary of closet cleaning now that she had found something tolerable to wear, Vicky made her way past all the pile of boxes and heaps of clothes and back into the bedroom.  She went to the bed, and climbing up upon it found herself laying her head on the pillow before she even knew what she was doing.  "I'll just rest for a moment", she told herself, "and then back to cleaning again."  Vicky felt her eyes closing though, and the night breeze wending its way in through the open window and caressing her face tenderly.  Her belly was still tolerably full from lunch, and an afternoon spent in the pool had left her feeling most fulfillingly exhausted.  Sleep stole over her before she was even aware that she was fighting against its velvet grip, and as the moon rose over the horizon, it looked in the window upon Vicky, slumbering deeply.

 

 

 

   Vicky felt a touch, and awoke.  Opening her eyes she saw Victoria seated at the foot of the bed, smiling at her benevolently and massaging one of her calves.  My gosh, she's gotten even bigger, Vicky thought, at once a little disappointed in her hopes to have caught up with her, but also excited to see how much larger Victoria had become since last time they'd met, her monstrously voluptuous body encased in a blue dress that shimmered with the same light as the water in the pool.  Exceedingly broad in the beam, her well-fed seat covered a good portion of the bed, and she sported a belly which, though not immense, nonetheless added a certain fertile fullness to her figure, and bespoke a lifetime of sensual indulgence.  Her breasts though, were the truly amazing thing about her.  Larger than pumpkins, they bulged beyond the neckline of her dress as if they had been growing since she put it on.  They were so round and fat that Vicky was struck by the idea that Victoria could probably motorboat herself, although, Vicky mused, she could always do it for her, the idea coming unbidden to her mind.  Even in a corset that was itself a miracle of engineering, her tremendous bosom covered the upper half of her belly, projecting out so far as to leave her lap in shadow. 

 

  "Hello there, welcome back," she said to Vicky, patting her on the leg one last time as she sat up, "you certainly seem to have been busy today; stand up and let me see how big you've gotten." 

 

    More awake now, Vicky climbed off the bed and stood in the middle of the room.  Looking around, she saw that everything was as bright and well-kept as it had looked in her dream the night before, and glancing at her own body, she realized that this time, far from being naked, she was clad in a fine gown the same shade of green as her bathing suit had been.  "So I'm dreaming again then," she said, half a question, half simply an observation as she realized where she was.

 

    "You are indeed, my dear," Victoria replied, walking slowly around her as she inspected Vicky from every side, "and look how you've grown.  Good heavens," she exclaimed, standing immediately behind Vicky, "what have you been doing?"

 

   "What do you mean?" Vicky asked, craning her neck around to see what it was that Victoria was talking about.

 

   "Your backside, why it's as plump as a Georgia peach, however did you do it?" Victoria asked.

 

     "I don't Know," Vicky sighed, running her hands across it as if to smooth it away, "I just spent all day in the pool and it seems like it all went straight to my ass.  I was hoping to end up proportioned a bit more like you."

 

     "I wouldn't worry too much about it," Victoria said, giving Vicky a thoughtful squeeze on the area in question, "I'm sure you'll end up with more of a bosom than you know what to do with, and besides, there's not a man alive who doesn't like a girl who's got plenty to sit upon, even if most of them won't admit it."

 

     "I suppose you're right," Vicky said, brightening as she reconsidered her rump, "and it is sort of nice being all fat and soft back there."

 

  "There you go then," Victoria answered, "There's no such thing as too much when it comes to being a woman.  Oh, that reminds me, there's something I'd been meaning to give to you next time we met."

 

     "It isn't another cup of enchanted wine is it?" Vicky asked dubiously as Victoria went to the nightstand and started rifling through its drawers, her own bottom looking even more immense as she bent over.

 

   "Hmm? Oh don't worry about that dear," Victoria called over her shoulder, as she cast aside ribbons and papers and old costume jewelry, "That was just a test to see if you were the one I'd been waiting for, remember; I wouldn't dream of filling you up like that again.  Unless of course you wanted me to." She added teasingly, leaving Vicky wondering if she was really serious about the offer.  Before she could ask though, Victoria spoke up again,, "No, I was really hoping that this time we might have the chance to talk for a bit; last time you spent most of the time moaning and blowing up like a balloon, which was an awful lot of fun, don't misunderstand me, but I don't often get the opportunity for civilized conversation and- Oh, here it is!" Victoria said suddenly, turning towards Vicky and straightening up so quickly that for a moment Vicky thought that her opulent bosom was going to spill right out of her dress.  And indeed it might have done so, had Victoria not been holding in front of her chest a wooden case, a little smaller than a cigar box, which had about it an air of mystical antiquity.

 

   "What is it?" Vicky asked, immediately intrigued.

 

"This," Victoria announced grandly, "is something that had been in the family for a long time.  My great grandfather was a learned man and merchant who travelled to the orient.  Once while he was in Persia, he came to the court of a wealthy and powerful raja, whose favorite concubine lay dying with an illness that none in all the court could heal.  The raja had promised untold riches to any man who could save her life, and my great grandfather, who had learned a good deal about medicine in his travels, took her under his care, and within a week she recovered wholly.  The raja was overjoyed; he sent my great grandfather back with all the spices and tapestries his ship could hold, but as one last mark of his favor, he sent him home with this as well." 

 

Victoria released the clasp on the box, and it popped open with a thunk that sounded entirely too heavy for such a small thing.  She offered the box to Vicky, who opened it with cautious reverence.  As she opened the lid, she detected the aroma of incense, a scent that made her head swim with half-formed visions of deserts and palms and fantastic palaces standing against a cerulean sky.  She opened it the rest of the way, and saw what was inside it.  It was a necklace.

 

   "It's beautiful, I've never seen anything like it," Vicky breathed, and indeed she had not.  It was made from copper, and held about a dozen green stones, each of which seemed to flash with an inner fire.  It looked as if it had been made by a very gifted craftsman, yet it also had a strange primitive aspect about it, as if it had been fashioned before man had learned the art of making such things.

 

    "I'm glad you like it," Victoria told her, "it's for you."

 

    "For me?" Vicky asked, feeling somewhat unworthy, "Are you sure?"

 

   "This choker, at least as I have always heard the story told, was made from a stone that fell from the sky, and that it was held by the people of the raja's kingdom to grant immeasurable abundance to whoever owned it.  In our family, it has always been held by the eldest daughter, and since you happen to be the only daughter of the family, I thought you ought to have it."  Saying this, Victoria held it closer for Vicky to see.  The stones seemed to almost seethe with an inner light, and Vicky found it to be absolutely enchanting.

 

  "Thank you," Vicky said, "I don't know what else to say."

 

   "Then don't worry about saying anything about it," Victoria smiled, "and wear it always in good health."

 

  Taking the choker out of its case, Victoria walked about behind Vicky and placed it around Vicky's neck.  It was cold against her skin, not unwholesomely so, but cold like clean water, and it felt strangely tight about her neck.  Vicky felt her breath catch in her throat as Victoria's monumentally fat bosom squeezed against her back as she clasped it around her neck.

 

  "Let's see here then," Victoria murmured, "I never was able to get the clasp on this to do what I wanted it to- Ah, there we are!"

 

   Vicky turned to see Victoria again beaming at her proudly.  Looking at Vicky she clasped her hands in front of her, which was itself a bit of a feat, and looked as if she could hardly be happier.

 

   "Well then, I think it suits you even better than it does me," Victoria said, "it sort of goes with your eyes, the way they sparkle.  Wear it with pride!"

 

  "Thank you, I will," Vicky said, the weight of the collar making her chest feel oddly heavy, "You had said something then, about doing a bit more talking this time around."

 

     "I did indeed," Victoria responded, "In some ways, I feel like I know you as well as I know myself, but in others, I hardly even know anything about the world you come from."

 

     "I know exactly what you mean," Vicky answered, feeling relieved, "It's sort of like meeting the best friend I never knew I had.  So anyway, are you a ghost or a spirit or what?  I hope that isn't a rude question or anything, this is just all very new to me."

 

"Well," said Victoria, choosing her words thoughtfully, "I'm definitely not a ghost, but at the same time I'm not exactly a part of the same world that you are anymore either.  Think of me as more of a guardian, appointed to watch over the house and the women of our family.  It's difficult to explain; some days I'm not even sure I know exactly what I am anymore, but I promise I'm not anything unnatural or evil or anything like that."

 

     "Oh no, of course not, I never thought for a moment that you were anything like that," Vicky reassured her breathlessly, as she noticed how difficult it was to breathe properly in a corset, "It's just I wasn't brought up to believe in things like magic and hidden worlds and it's just all a lot to take in at once."

 

     "So how are you finding the house then," Victoria asked as she settled herself into the sofa opposite Vicky.

 

   "It's just wonderful," Vicky enthused, "I mean, there's still a lot of cleaning to be done, but it’s definitely starting to grow on me, you know?"

 

     As Vicky said this, she began to be aware that the tightness of her dress was not merely due to poor tailoring.  She felt a warm sensation spreading throughout her bosom.  It was different than the way the water from the spring made her feel, this felt more liquid somehow, almost as if something like a thick viscous fluid were dripping from the necklace and into her breasts.  Whatever it was, it was definitely having an effect on them as she could already see them beginning to bulge up out of the top of her dress.  Glancing over at Victoria's pneumatic figure, Vicky smiled inwardly.  Finally, she thought, something that's making my boobs grow without making my butt any more enormous than it already is. 

 

   "So," Vicky said, trying to look Victoria in the eye instead of staring into her blossoming display of cleavage, "Whatever happened between you and Millie?"

 

    "Oh, Millie," said Victoria brightly, immediately warming to the subject, "Well, she ended up going back out West, but first we snuck out to the pool one night and I dared her to- Wait, how much have you read about she and I in my diary?"

 

   "Just the first couple of pages, I think," Vicky said, feeling a little guilty to have been reading Victoria's diary.

 

   "Well then, I'm certainly not going to give it all away if you haven't even read the next entry yet.  Don't be embarrassed about it, I put it there for you to read, so go right ahead and read it," Victoria encouraged her, "Say, are you feeling quite alright, you look a little bit uncomfortable?"

 

    "Oh, I'm fine, I'm just used to wearing clothes that are a bit more loose-fitting than this," Vicky lied as she felt the seams of her dress beginning to groan, "And I guess I'm just not quite used to being this big yet; I never thought I'd have boobs bigger than my head."

 

     "I hope you're not finding them too inconvenient," Victoria said, hefting her own plump assets with a smile, "I know they can take some getting used to, but nothing else can compare to the pleasures of having breasts so huge you can hardly manage to get around with them."

 

  "Don't you even find they get in the way though?" Vicky asked, as she felt the tickle against her skin of a seam surrendering as her breasts continued to expand.

 

     "Oh they do," Victoria agreed with a sultry smile, "but that's what makes it so much fun.  Every thing you do, every time take a bath, or get dressed, or eat breakfast, or make love, you have to accommodate them.  You're not just a woman anymore; you're like some goddess of fertility, your body a temple devoted to pleasure."

 

   "They are awfully sensitive," Vicky answered, envying the way that Victoria seemed to be able to take such absolute delight in her own body as she felt one of the buttons on the back of her dress pop off and ricochet off the back of the sofa.

 

    "You haven't even begun to know how sensitive they can be," Victoria said, with the look of someone divulging a secret too delightful to be kept, "In fact, the bigger you grow, the more attentive your body becomes, every inch of you tingles so eagerly to be touched, and of course, every inch of you works out to be an awful lot of inches."

 

   Vicky was about to respond when she felt the rest of her buttons, finally overwhelmed by her enlarging bosom, burst off of her dress in rapid succession and bounced off the furniture.  As her dress split asunder, Vicky's breasts spilled over the top of it completely, rotund and ponderous, and Vicky stared down at them in surprise.  She wondered what was different this time, as her breasts felt far heavier than they should have, their weight made them hang down to her navel and they just felt so very full.  Not, of course, that they hadn't felt like they were filling up every other time she'd grown, but this was different.  They felt like they weren't so much growing this time, as simply being filled up, pumped her full of some warm, heavy liquid.  She leaned back in her seat; there was an audible slosh.

 

    "I'm filling up with milk!" Vicky gasped, her breasts becoming heavier as they lay against her belly.

 

  "Well, it seems that you are," Victoria said, with mild surprise, "I had no idea it would work so quickly."

 

   "What would?" Vicky asked, but she needed no answer, she followed Victoria's gaze to her own neck and had her answer.

 

     "I am sorry about that my dear, I had no idea that it would happen so fast.  When I used to wear that necklace it used to be much more gradual; perhaps it’s stored up a bit too much of a charge from sitting idle all these years, though I hadn't thought it would just go and pour itself into your body all at once like that."

 

"That's okay," Vicky answered her, not looking up, but staring downward, mesmerized by her suddenly prolific breasts.  She felt the pressure inside of them increasing; it was a new feeling for her, but a strangely enchanting one.  My boobs are already pretty big; Vicky thought to herself, I wonder how much milk I can hold.

 

"That's a relief," Victoria sighed, rising from her chair, "Here; do you want me to come take it off for you?  I'm sure you didn't want to get too big right now, and the clasp on that choker can be a chore to unhook when you're wearing it."

 

     "If you don't mind, actually, I think I'd like to wear it for a while longer," Vicky told her, "I'd kind of like it if my breasts were a bit bigger in proportion to the rest of me for a change."

 

     "Of course," Victoria replied, "Far be it from me to try to talk you out of it, just let me know when you feel like you're getting too full.  I remember one summer when I wore that necklace all the time, just to see how much milk I could hold.  It was wonderful, but by the time I'd reached my limit, I'd gotten so huge that I couldn't even reach my nipples to milk myself.  Millie thought it was hilarious watching me fret about it, but eventually I got so big I thought I was going to explode."

 

     "I found a picture of you from then!"  Vicky exclaimed, her bloating breasts bouncing as she sat forward.

 

     "I thought I remembered putting one of those up in the bedroom closet," Victoria mused, "My, but look at you grow; I don't think I've ever heard of that collar having such an effect so quickly."

 

  "Isn't it just wonderful though?" Vicky asked, as her breasts, as large as watermelons and a good deal heavier, at last become so huge as to lap over the waistband of her ruined dress, "I mean, in a way it almost feels even better than bathing in the spring.  I can feel them filling up with milk, stretching to hold it all."

 

   "They certainly do give you a much more luxurious figure," Victoria observed, leaning in to stroke one of Vicky's enlarging orbs, "And they feel so very soft too.  I think you've still got plenty of room in there; you could keep this up for quite a while if you wanted to."

 

"That," Vicky declared proudly, thrusting out her chest as if to make her luscious endowments appear even more spectacular, "Is exactly what I'm going to do.  I mean, it's nice being a big girl all over, and I definitely intend to add more padding to my figure, but for now, I just want to know what it’s like to put it all into my boobs.  I want them to be huge, so massive that they make this fat ass of mine look tiny in comparison!"

 

  Almost the instant that she uttered these words, Vicky gasped as the collar crackled with energy in compliance with her wish.  She felt a surge of pressure in her breasts as they suddenly began to fill faster.  In moments, they had ballooned to the point where they made contact with her plump thighs, and soon began to fill her capacious lap.  Vicky sighed, they were getting so heavy, it was a relief to have them resting on her legs now, though she paid no thought to how heavy they would soon become, nor how she expected to carry them around.  Vicky rubbed them delightedly; savoring how warm her skin was to the touch, she could them inflating under her hands.  Every motion she made seemed to set them wobbling sumptuously.

 

     "Oh Victoria, this is just incredible," Vicky cooed, as she fondled her swollen nipples, trembling as waves of pleasure coursed through her expansively voluptuous body, "How many gallons do you think I'm up to now?"

 

   "From my own experience, I'd say that you're probably already up to five in each," Victoria ventured watching avidly, "though at the rate you seem to be going, you've be well past that before long."

 

"Yesss!" Vicky gasped, hugging her mammoth bosom as well as she was able to, her arms almost vanishing into the vast expanse of her bloated bust and burying her face in her own cleavage, "Oh yes, give me more!"

 

   Again Vicky felt the necklace hum with power as it began to force even more of its evidently boundless store of energy into her all too willing body.  She felt her breasts throbbing as they were pumped fuller and fuller, until they were so overburdened with milk that they spilled out across her lap, her plump thighs beginning to disappear beneath them.  She felt the strange sort of tickling sensation of her skin stretching as her breasts tried to accommodate even more milk, the pressure inside them rising as she moved closer to her capacity.  Vicky felt her lusciously swollen bosom beginning to grow increasingly firm now, her vast spheres no longer yielding so easily at her touch.  Her nipples were as fat as wine corks, and her areolae were starting to bulge out from the growing pressure inside her milk-filled mammaries.

 

     "I think I'd better stop for now," Vicky admitted with reluctance, realizing how huge her eagerness had already made her, "I feel like I'm starting to run out of room, and I'm already not sure if I'll be able to stand up with these things."

 

    "Are you sure?" Victoria asked, sounding more than a little disappointed as she proceeded to place her hand against one of Vicky's breasts, testing its sumptuous fullness, "So soon?  You've only just started, and being able to walk is so overrated."

 

  "Well, it IS a very stimulating sensation," Vicky began, wavering in her conviction, "But I can always get bigger can't I?  And if I have time to milk myself I can enjoy just getting up to this size all over again.  Yes, I think this is more than enough for now."

 

     And having made her decision, Vicky reached up behind her neck, her titanic tits wobbling with provocative fullness as she raised her shoulders.

 

     "My but the girls here are starting to get heavy, I hope I won't be too top heavy to stand now,"  Vicky said with surprise as she played with the clasp of the necklace, "Um, Victoria, I seem to be having a little trouble getting it to unhook here."

 

    "Are you sure you're doing it right?" Victoria asked solicitously, as Vicky's breasts, already indecently full, had even more milk pumped into them by the choker's boundless potency, "It is very old; it's probably different that the ones you're accustomed to."

 

   "Well it's definitely not what I'm accustomed to, I don't own any necklaces that turn me into a walking dairy,"  Vicky said, her milk-laden breasts beginning to feel uncomfortably full, "You've worn it before, could you come over here and try to get it off for me?"

 

     "Of course, why didn't I think of that myself?" Victoria said brightly, heaving herself out of her chair and getting behind Vicky.  Vicky felt her fingers working at the clasp, evidently without success, though the hairs on the back of neck stood up as she felt Victoria touch her.  Victoria leaned in to get a closer look at the catch, her own unwieldy bosom pressing against Vicky's back, the contact sending a thrill through Vicky's already stimulated body.  As she continued to work at the necklace, Vicky began to grow concerned.  Every second that passed, more milk filled her breasts.  Each moment they stretched to even greater immensity, growing heavier and heavier upon her lap, the pressure within them becoming increasingly distressing as it increased.

 

    "Are you having any luck back there?" Vicky called back over her shoulder, hoping fervently that Victoria was making some sort of progress with her work.

 

    "Not yet I'm afraid," Victoria answered, to Vicky's great disappointment, "It seems to be sticking somehow; it's been too long since anyone used it I imagine."

 

     "Is there anything you can do to un-stick it?" Vicky asked, a note of anxiety creeping into her voice as the magnitude of her situation began to dawn upon her.

 

     "I think I might still have some oil in the kitchen," Victoria offered, "That usually works on things like this.  Just give me a moment to run and get it; I'll be right back."

 

"Hurry!" Vicky called after her, as Victoria ran from the room, the speed of her departure setting her assets all aquiver.  Alone now, Vicky had nothing to do but watch as her milk-fattened breasts continued to engorge.  They grew firmer and tighter as they filled, losing their soft teardrop shape and becoming more and more spherical.  Another wave of power flowed from her collar, and with it a new gush of milk flowed into Vicky's ballooning boobs, adding at least another gallon to each in mere seconds, her overfilled tits trembling at the sudden surge.  Already, Vicky could hardly see anything else of her body.  Her thighs, her feet, her stomach, all were hidden now, eclipsed by her oversized bust, the upper surface of her tremendous bosom rising steadily as they filled the lower half of her field of vision.  Working her arms beneath them, Vicky tried to lift her colossal pair, but soon discovered that her breasts had at last become too heavy and too tender for her to heft.  Reaching around them, Vicky found she could no longer reach her nipples, and her areolae, distended to the size of saucers by the pressure inside her breasts, were feverishly hot to the touch.  Their skin was so sensitive and supple that Vicky found herself rubbing them softly, knowing that she ought to be worrying about her predicament but finding herself increasingly aroused, almost against her will.  "I wonder how big I am now?" Vicky pondered, "I must be up to at least ten gallons in each.  I wonder if I could milk myself?  No, that wouldn't work; I can't even reach around them anymore."  The necklace flared again with power, and the pressure inside her intensified again.  Already magnificently overfilled, Vicky felt her breasts throb, creaking as a new deluge of milk was forced into them.  "Ooooh," Vicky sighed, the feeling both unbearable and exciting, "I don't know how much more of this I can take.  Maybe I'd better see how Victoria is doing."  Vicky tried to lift herself off the couch, but her best efforts were only enough to set her billowing bosom sloshing and jiggling.  "Oh, that was certainly something," she thought to herself as she felt herself becoming increasingly aroused by the sensations wracking her indecently ample body, "It would be so easy to just sit here and let myself get turned on, but I've got to do something about this while I still can."  Other than fiddling impotently with the clasp on her necklace though, Vicky soon realized there was not much she could do at all.  Indeed, the choker, as if it resented her interference with its mission, responded with a crackling blast of energy that struck Vicky like a thunderbolt.  In an instant, gallons more stretched her bustline outwards, distending her already fulsomely bloated jugs with more milk than Vicky though they could possibly hold.

 

"Victoria, where are you?" Vicky called out, wondering if Victoria was just taking her time to find the oil or if she had run off to wait and see just how much milk Vicky could take, "If you've found the oil, now would be a good time to come back!"

 

   "Here I am," Victoria said breathlessly as she ran back into the room, "I'm sorry to have taken so long but I couldn't find it, here it is though.  Good heavens my girl, you look like you're fit to burst."

 

     "I know," Vicky said anxiously, "Please hurry, I think I've taken about all of this that I can."

 

"Alright then, no need to worry, let's just see how this goes then," Victoria answered her reassuringly as she got behind Vicky and opened the bottle of oil.

 

   Vicky felt the oil cold and slick on the back of her neck, Victoria's fingers again trying to ply the clasp on the necklace.  Vicky felt her breasts throbbing with overfullness, almost perfectly spherical now, they no longer lay against her body but jutted out from it proudly, each one, she thought, probably holding by now at least fifteen gallons of milk.  Whatever her maximum capacity was, Vicky felt that surely she was very near to exceeding it.

 

    "Are you having any luck back there?" she asked Victoria, who was still working intently at the clasp.

 

    "I'm afraid not Vicky, it seems to be stuck," came the reply.

 

  "Isn't there anything you can do to get it off?" Vicky asked earnestly, "Is there anything else you can try?"

 

  "Well, there is one thing left to try; I hate to do it, this necklace has been in the family for generations and I hate to damage it, but I suppose I can always get it repaired later."

 

     "If you think it'll work, then by all means go ahead," Vicky said, relieved that there was possibly another solution to her growing predicament.

 

   "Okay then, hang on then," Victoria said.  And without a word of warning, she grabbed the necklace with both hands and with all her strength tried to snap the stubborn clasp in two.

 

     It held.  The chain remained just as solid as if had was that of an anchor.  The necklace however, apparently taking great offense at this assault, responded.  It blazed so brightly that the whole room was bathed in its ethereal light, and Vicky felt its power hit her with such a jolt that she nearly blacked out.  It was like an explosion inside her, and her breasts quivered as each was forced to accept yet more milk, so lusciously laden that even her skin seemed to take on a milky whiteness, pale compared to the candy-apple red of her engorged nipples.  She cried out; the sensation was almost unendurable.  She felt like she ought to be in pain, but instead Vicky could feel herself only becoming more and more aroused.  She felt like she was losing her mind; what was wrong with her that in a situation like this all she could think about was how wet she was getting, how she longed for Victoria to touch her again.  As Vicky felt her overladen boobs rolling out past her knees, she pressed herself against the back of the sofa, worried that their immense weight was going to pull her to the floor.  She could feel the milk, so much milk, sloshing around inside them, each one distended with at least twenty gallons now.

 

"Please Victoria; you've got to do something!" Vicky pleaded.

 

"Alright, I'm thinking, I'm thinking," Victoria answered.

 

"You've got to be able to do SOMETHING!" Vicky beseeched her.

 

  "Well, I could always try pulling it off of you again," Victoria offered, "I think this time I might be able to make a clean break of it."

 

   "No!" Vicky yelled, recoiling at the thought, "If you try that again it'll only make me even bigger, and my poor tits are already too full for-"

 

   Vicky let out another moan of unearthly pleasure as the necklace, apparently determined to spend all its pent up energies upon her whether she tried to remove it or not, infused Vicky's already brimming tits with more.  In less than a minute, gallons more surged into her.  Her breasts quivered at the pressure, ballooning with milk.  They creaked dangerously, their skin stretched tight and pale and perfectly smooth as they rose high enough at last to press against Vicky's cheeks.  They were immeasurably heavy, but as they spread out across the sofa, overwhelming Vicky's ample figure, they became still heavier, indescribably wet and luscious.

 

"Please Victoria, were don't have any time for other things!" Vicky cried out, her voice stifled as her gargantuan mammaries, each overfilled to bursting, weighing heavily against her chest, "You've got to milk me, now!"

 

   "Milk you?" Victoria echoed, rolling the words around in her mouth as if she were exploring the taste of them.  Suddenly she smiled, an eager hunger flashing in her eyes, "I think I can do that."

 

     She knelt on the floor in front of Vicky, her face inches away from her left breast, vast and bloated as it now was.  It was utterly round, pale and perfect and achingly overfull.  Her areola had been stretched out more than a foot across, and bulged out from the rest of her breast like a weak spot on a balloon, every nerve in it on burning with desire.  Vicky's nipple, no longer the pert pink bud that it had once been, was swollen to the size a shot glass.  Victoria gently caressed the skin around it, soft and sensitive, and throbbing with pressure and yearning for release.  It would not have to wait much longer.  Victoria opened her mouth and took Vicky between her lips, feeling her teat fatten and plump up in her mouth as she teased it with her tongue.

 

"Please Victoria, I don't have time to play around," Vicky murmured, trying not to be smothered by her voluminous breasts, each inflated with thirty gallons now and trembling as if they were ready to burst any second, "Please, you've got to suck them now."

 

Victoria hungrily took Vicky's throbbing peak between her lips, rolling her tongue across the surface of her turgid nipple.  She began to suck.  Scarcely an instant passed before her effort was abundantly rewarded.  A great gout of milk spurted from Vicky's milk-engorged breast and filled Victoria's waiting mouth.  It was far more than she had anticipated, and Victoria felt it dripping, hot and creamy down her chin and on to her own tremulous bosom.  Sucking harder, she tried to swallow as much as she possibly could, and in a few brief seconds she had gotten control again, if indeed she could be said to be in control at all.  A frothy river of milk was pouring down her throat, even swallowing as fast as she was able, Victoria felt thoroughly overwhelmed, as Vicky's milk poured into her, erupting from Vicky's lusciously milk-loaded breast, it's inexpressible pressure at last finding release in Victoria's sensuously fashioned mouth.  Vicky gasped as the pressure within her quakingly overfilled bosom at last began, ever so slightly, to diminish, as at last she the inexorably increasing fullness within her beginning to abate.

 

     "Oh Yes! That's what I need Victoria!" Vicky sighed huskily, "Oh, I've never felt anything so good, don't stop, please!"

 

Victoria though, had no time to consider Vicky's passionate urging, as it was still all she could do to withstand the alabaster river which she had so willingly opened herself to.  A woman of ample appetites, she drank it down lustily, savoring the way it warmed her from within, filling her, exciting her.  Victoria reached up and began to fondle Vicky's spectacular breast, massaging her skin, still stretched tight with excess, the rosy flesh of her puffy areola yielding at her touch.  Her work was not in vain as Vicky soon let loose a moan of transcendent bliss and more importantly to Victoria, she began to lactate even more profusely, her milk streaming from her in a creamy torrent that would have drowned a lesser woman than Victoria.  Already she felt herself growing pleasantly full.  She knew though, that she had just begun.  As she drank more, Victoria began to feel her dress tightening.  Though it was cut most generously to accommodate her voluptuous figure Victoria soon realized that even the most liberal of tailoring could not long endure the course which she had fixed herself upon.  She felt her belly, already well-fed and sensuous, beginning to expand, her dress growing tighter and tighter as she filled herself with more and more.  She gulped it down as if her life depended on it, and as she did she felt the stays of her dress struggling to encompass her ever more fertile figure.  Finally Victoria felt a snap, as one of the stays which struggled to hold back the swelling curve of her majestic belly surrendered.  Soon she felt the rest of them crack asunder in rapid succession as her belly eagerly burgeoning outward, hidden now only by the shapeless fabric of her dress which though it covered her, could not disguise a profile which was the very image of fertility.  Delighted, Victoria spared a moment to caress it, feeling how soft her belly was, and yet how very full it was growing.  Her reverie was interrupted though by Vicky's plaintive cry.

 

    "Oh, Victoria, do the other one, please!" she implored her, "I'm can't take it anymore!"

 

Victoria, who's full attention had been devoted to Vicky's right breast, leaned back to see what was the matter, Vicky's milk-slick protuberance sliding wetly from her mouth as she turned her head to see what was amiss.  It was Vicky's left.  Unsucked by Victoria, it had continued to swell with milk until Vicky could stand it no longer.  Obscenely full, it was at least three feet across, Vicky's skin stretched perfectly smooth, the delicate lattice of her blue veins visible beneath her pale skin.  Her nipple, fat and quivering with pressure was a big as a ripe plum, begging to be sucked.  As she sat amazed, Vicky realized that even now she could see Vicky's breast expanding, steadily growing more enlarged.  Victoria, awestruck, carefully reached out and touched it, amazed at how it trembled with excess, at how Vicky's skin creaked like a balloon inflated far beyond its capacity.

 

"Please, what are you waiting for?" Vicky gasped, "I'm going to explode!"

 

Realizing the extremity of the situation, Victoria took action.  She settled herself in front of Vicky's lusciously milk-laden mammary, applied her mouth to the throbbing nipple before her and began to suck.  It was a good thing, she quickly realized, that she had had the opportunity to work on Vicky's other breast already, to get a rhythm down, of sucking, swallowing, and sucking still more, for no sooner had she flicked her tongue against Vicky's nipple, then she was hit by a flood of milk which overwhelmed her.  It gushed out, pulsing from Vicky with such force that Victoria felt her mouth beginning to go numb, milk leaked out around her lips, rivulets of it dripping down her chin and onto her bosom.  As Vicky sighed with release, Victoria found gave up on swallowing all together, and just relaxed her throat and let it fill her.  As she drank, Victoria felt her belly expanding again, her ruined dress billowing outward.  She already looked as if she were ready to deliver triplets, and still she drank as if she starving.  Victoria felt her dress beginning to grow tight again, what remained of it drawing tightly across her voluptuously magnificent belly as if it were trying to dissuade her from swallowing any more.  Lost in pleasure, Victoria only sucked harder, her ardor making Vicky shudder with delight as every square inch of her overfilled tits inundated her with bliss, soaked with her own lust.  Victoria quickly felt the results of her renewed effort, the Niagara of milk sluicing down her throat growing even greater.  She handled it easily now though, as if she had been created for this, not a drop now going to waste.  Victoria felt a quick twinge as she exceeded the limits of her dress, and then with loud tearing noise and a flood of relief, she felt the night air against her naked skin as her dress split open from her neck to her navel.  Her own breasts, two fat pink watermelons, lay free now. Supple and heavy, they hung against her sumptuously immense belly, quaking softly as they rose steadily higher, Victoria's belly ballooning beneath them.

 

  "Vicky my dear," Victoria said, milk dripping down her chin as she disengaged herself from Vicky's overfilled breast, "Would you mind if I tried getting the necklace off of you again; I'm starting to feel a bit full."

 

    "Oh, I suppose you can if you'd like," Vicky replied, resisting the waves of bliss that washed through body her long enough to think for a moment, "Just don't take too long with it, I think if you stopped sucking on these bloated beauties of mine for more than a minute, why, I'd blow right up again."

 

   "I'll try to be quick about it," Victoria assured her, thinking as she did so about how much milk Vicky was producing and how if she didn't do something to stop this, she was going to have to drink every drop of it herself.

 

Carefully, Victoria tried to rise to her feet.  Her clothes lay shredded in a pile around her, and as she stood, she struggled to find her balance.  She was amazed to discover how ponderous she had become, her belly proudly standing out two feet in front of her, very round and luxuriously soft.  Victoria did her best to support it with her arms, cradling her own fertile bulk with hands that seemed tiny compared to the expanse of her suggestively brimming belly.  As she gained her feet, its mass pulled her forwards, grazing softly against the skin of Vicky's titanic bosom.  Both women shuddered as a frission of pleasure thrilled them, arcing across their sensitive flesh and lifting them each to greater heights of excitement.  A pregnant moment slid by, both of them so aroused, so intrigued as to be reluctant to break the spell.  At last Victoria righted herself and did her best to walk around behind Vicky.  Her wide and womanly hips swayed with indulgent grace as she moved, her belly, exhilaratingly full, undulated with her every step, wobbling with ponderous beauty such that it made Vicky wish that she could watch her walk all day.  At last, behind the couch Victoria applied herself again to undoing the clasp of the necklace.  Even as she fumbled with it, she could see Vicky's breasts filling once more, her discomfort building as the pressure within them grew and grew.

 

     "Oh please hurry, Victoria my love," Vicky called back to her, "my poor tits feel like they're getting ready to pop again."

 

    "One more second, if you please," Victoria answered her, feverishly working at the recalcitrant clasp, seconds stretching into minutes, Vicky's titanic tits stretching as they neared their capacity.  Victoria continued to struggle with the stubborn choker.

 

"Victoria, you don't have much time left," Vicky pleaded, her breasts rapidly approaching the size they had been when Victoria had first begun to suck, "I don't have much time left, please, you'll have to try it again later."

 

"Vicky, if I keep going like this I'm not even going to be able to stand," Victoria answered with concern, "and if I'm too big to stand I certainly won't be able to get this damn chain off your neck!"

 

     "I wish I had a better idea, really I do," Vicky said sympathetically, her trembling breasts creaking again as they filled beyond their capacity, "Right now though, I need you to come relieve the pressure."

 

    With a sigh of resignation, Victoria let the rebellious clasp slip sullenly from her fingers.  She walked back around the couch, her great voluptuous belly swaying with each step, its lush immensity imparting her every step with sumptuous grace.  Vicky wished she would hurry; the pressure in her milk-swollen mammaries was sheer torture.  At the same time, she realized, it was a peculiarly exquisite sort of torture that made her mind reel with unlooked for visions.  What if, she imagined, Victoria refused to milk her, what if she simply stood there, watching her with amused detachment as her overfilled breasts became ever more dangerously distended, smiling that wry smile of hers while Vicky writhed in lustful agony beneath her own boobs as they ballooned with milk.  Or perhaps, came another thought unbidden to her mind, what if Victoria were simply to stand there and dance for her?  Vicky could see her now in her mind's eye, her body so soft, so heavy with womanly charms bouncing and jiggling for her own entertainment.  She imagined her rolling those flaring hips of hers, playing with her soft heavy breasts, rubbing her belly, gorged even larger than it already was, swelling as she moved her body, growing, growing, and all because Vicky desired it, her entire body soft and supple and made solely to give Vicky pleasure.  She felt a strange thrill at the idea, but before she had the chance to think on it further, she felt herself pulled back to reality, such as it was, by the wonderful sensation of Victoria beginning to suckle again from her nectarous bosom.

 

Victoria carefully sank to the floor once again, her balance compromised by the weight of her sensuously huge belly.  She felt the milk sloshing inside of her, it's motion rubbing against the most inward parts of her womanhood with a maddening excitement that brought her almost to climax but refused to take her all the way.  She pressed her hands against the alabaster flesh of Vicky's breast, overflowing with more milk than she could readily comprehend, milk waiting to be released from Vicky's body and into Victoria's.  Victoria drew her face near to it, Vicky's taught nipple pulsing, a few pearlescent drops dripping from it like water running down a dam filled past its limits.  She took it in her mouth, and without thinking began to suck.  She felt it filling her mouth, pouring down her throat before she even knew she had begun to drink.  With one hand she touched her belly, already it was expanding again, its convexity increasing with every swallow.  She was so full, fuller than she had ever felt before, and yet a part of her was only growing more thirsty.  There was some part of herself, somewhere for which all this had only served to whet her appetite.  While consciously she dreaded the idea of having to consume even a fraction of Vicky's burden of milk, Victoria also felt something awakening inside of her that longed for every drop, that yearned to suck every ounce of milk from Vicky's wet wobbling bosom and to feel it all inside her.  Victoria pushed these thoughts from her mind.  She cast about for an idea, a way to be out of this situation, but nothing was coming to mind and the girth of her belly was increasing quickly.  It stood out further than her breasts, which though they hardly compared to Vicky's lactating zeppelins, were nonetheless marvelously fat and heavy. It's weight, she realized as she shifted position, going for Vicky's other massive mammary, was bearing down ever more irresistibly upon her femininity.  She longed to come, but her body denied her, taunting her with pleasures undreamt of.  She felt herself gaining weight, growing fatter and heavier as Vicky's milk saturated her.  Her ponderous belly filled her lap, it's relentless growth forcing her legs apart.  Murmuring with arousal, Victoria strove to work her hand beneath its lush roundness, "Even if I can just touch myself for a moment," she thought, "That will be enough to bring me over the top, and then I'll be able to think clearly and figure some way out of this."  Unfortunately, partly because of the position she found herself in, and partly because of her enticingly over-endowed figure, she could make it no farther than her inner thigh, adding only to the madness of her desire.  She felt again that whisper within her mind that urged her to keep sucking, to keep swallowing everything that Vicky could give her.  It was getting stronger, harder to resist, and Victoria knew that if she didn't do something now she wouldn't have the will to do it later.  She stopped sucking, and laboriously struggled to stand.  Her legs felt weak, her strength spent by her exertion and overwhelmed by the weight of her titanic tummy. 

 

   Vicky saw Victoria struggle to her feet before her.  She watched her trembling as she touched her lusciously distended belly.  She was a vision a goddess of antiquity, a Venus of such staggering fertility as men of old had seen only in their most fevered fiery dreams.  She was so immense she could hardly stand, her belly so massively swollen that even the most pregnant woman Vicky could dare to imagine was merely an echo of Victoria's womanly endowments.  Her belly bulged broader than her curvesome hips, quaking with fullness.  She spread her arms above her head, and entwined them together as she stretched.  Eyes closed, she arched her back, her belly seemed to swell to even greater size.  Suddenly, Vicky heard a pop, and stared on as the pressure from Victoria's overfed belly made her belly button pop out tautly, which only made her more alluring to Vicky.   She spoke, her voice faint as she gasped for breath, her shoulders and her lush bosom heaving as she did so.  "Please Vicky, let me try to get the necklace off one more time."  Waddling from the weight of her titanic belly, she came forward and leaned over Vicky where she sat on the couch, her own strength insufficient for more than a few unsteady steps.  "So soon?" Vicky asked her teasingly, "Just look at how much room you have left there!"  As Victoria leaned in, her lush belly pressed against Vicky's milk-heavy breasts, pushing them apart.  As she leaned in further to try and reach the necklace, her fertile curve pressed softly against Vicky's thighs.  Each of them was almost afraid to breathe, and when Vicky looked into Victoria's eyes, she saw reflected in them the same lust that both tried vainly to deny.  Each of them looked away at the same instant, Victoria at the necklace around Vicky's neck; Vicky down at the breathtaking vista of Victoria's tantalizingly excessive figure squashed up against her own.  Victoria fought to reach her hands around the back of Vicky's neck, where the clasp that mocked all her efforts still held sway.  As she leaned in further and further, her entire body quaked with voluptuousness, her round belly rubbing all the more insistently against Vicky's sleek thighs and pressing with supple irresistibility against her breasts, still so glutted with milk that even the most delicate pressure against them made Vicky ache with desire.  Their cheeks brushed together, Vicky could hear Victoria's breath whispering in her ear.  She felt her own heart thudding against her chest like a sledgehammer.  Surely, she thought, Victoria must be able to feel it beating even through the mountains of quivering flesh that kept them apart even as they were pressed so tightly together.  She felt Victoria desperately fingering the choker at the nape of her neck, but to no avail.  Her strength was not equal to the task, and after only a few seconds, her legs surrendered, her delightfully overindulgent body sliding softly against Vicky's as gravity pulled her once again to the floor.  Vicky looked down at her, kneeling once again on the floor, a look of submissive resignation upon her face.  She felt her breasts beginning to ache again from fullness.  "Victoria," she said, "Keep sucking."

 

     At the moment Victoria felt a strange thirst kindled inside of her.  She had always been a woman in control, a woman on top and in command.  Just the night before, Vicky had been utterly in her thrall, yet now it seemed their positions were reversed.  A fleeting whisper in her mind raged against this change, but before it's inchoate protest could take form, her body seemed to respond on its own.  She took Vicky's nipple in her mouth once again and began to suck as she had never dreamed she could.  Instantly a creamy geyser shot into her, warming her as it went, filling her to ever more wondrous excess.  Before she had suckled grudgingly, as if she resented every drop of milk that Vicky's body pumped into her own; now though, something was different, she was different; she swallowed it down thirstily, wishing that she could drink it even faster than she was.  Each swallow of milk forced her belly to become more massive, each mouthful satisfying her thirst while only stoking her hunger for more.  She felt herself growing heavier, the heels of her feet pressing against her enticingly fat behind as the weight of her belly grew and grew and grew.  Sensuously round, Victoria felt it growing out along her soft thighs, their skin yielding before its advancing curve.  Victoria felt herself expanding with delicious slowness; it was at once happening almost too fast for her to bear, and yet as each second stretched into a small eternity she wished she could grow even faster.  Her belly now pressed against her legs more than half-way to her knees, and she was surprised to suddenly feel it make contact with something in front of her.  She looked out of the corner of her eye, around the luscious rondure of Vicky's breast and saw to her surprise that her belly had become so huge that it now touched the couch in front of her. 

 

   Vicky felt the indescribable pressure inside of her colossal tits slowly beginning to subside.  The sudden jolts of power from the collar that had so recently left her desperately overfilled had faded, and the necklace now seemed to be filling her at a much more moderate rate, her breasts still brimming with milk and tingling with stimulating warmth.  They no longer filled the entire couch, and though still ponderous in the extreme, she no longer felt as if she was in danger of being crushed beneath her own suffocatingly swollen bosom. Looking out over them (for indeed, Vicky found that she could, with but a little effort do that again) she saw Victoria still knelt before her like a supplicant.  From this unique perspective Vicky watched her attentively, delighted to see how her body was becoming so supersaturated with lusciousness.  Her petite feet and plump calves were invisible beneath her sumptuously fat derriere, and Vicky lustfully eyed the way her beguilingly expansive hips gave way to a sensually slender waist, less than half so wide as her overstuffed behind.  Vicky could see her belly bulging out wider and wider as well.  Already it stuck out at least a foot to either side of her waist, broader than her hips and filling like a balloon, quaking with overfullness as Victoria released one breast and shifted position to take Vicky's other plum-sized nipple in her mouth.  Vicky almost felt sorry for her, forcing herself to gorge herself to such excess.  Just another second and I'll tell her she can stop, she thought to herself.  Just another second after this one.  But as each second passed and she opened her mouth to speak, the words died on her lips as she felt herself awash in the mingled sensations of her breasts slowly bloating with milk and the erotic action of Victoria's talented lips suckling at her breast.  Just anoth- Vicky thought again, this time telling herself that this was it, she was interrupted mid-thought though as she felt something suddenly beginning to press against the inside of her legs.  She looked down, unable to see quite past her quivering udders, there was no doubt though, that Victoria's belly had at last become so swollen that it had begun to against her legs.  Almost the second that she realized this, Vicky came, her body, white as alabaster wracked with pleasure.  She had been thinking so lustfully about Victoria's belly while unable to touch it and now it was spreading her apart.

 

Victoria felt Vicky shuddering with pleasure a second after she felt herself touching her.  The motion of Vicky's body set her milk-laden breasts quivering, as Victoria smiled inwardly at the thought that she was bringing Vicky such pleasure.  She already felt so full, so amazingly, unbelievably full and yet she wanted more, she wanted to know how full it was possible to be.  Vicky's breasts were still bloated with milk, and Victoria knew that she couldn't stop until every drop of it had passed her lips.  She buried her face in Vicky's breast and began to suck as hard as she possibly could.  She felt Vicky coming again as her belly rolled out past her own knees.  Vicky leaned forward eagerly, almost smothering her with her soft mountains.  Victoria swallowed even more readily, reveling in the feeling as she felt her belly, already replete with milk, straining to hold even more.  And then Vicky did something she did not expect.  She laid both her arms on top of her breast and threw as much of her considerable weight upon it as she could.  Victoria was instantly overwhelmed by an eruption of milk spurting into her mouth at pressure greater than she could comprehend.  It gushed into her waiting body like a tidal wave; her belly surged outward, spreading Vicky's legs apart farther as it grew.  Gallon upon gallon flowed into her, the pressure was incredible, but even more intense was the pleasure.  It swirled inside her, caressing her from within, robbing her of all self-control and making her a slave to her own lust.  Even as she began to come to her senses, her realized that in the few seconds that had passed her belly had become even more immensely voluptuous; even as she noticed that the fullness of Vicky's breast was beginning to subside.  Insatiably, Victoria turned to Vicky's other breast, still fat with milk.  Smiling wickedly, Vicky gave her the merest moment to get situated before she began to squeeze it's creamy contents down Victoria's throat.  The milk pumped into her, a great churning river, her belly growing more and more titanic.  How much had she had? she wondered.  How many gallons had she taken in? One hundred? Two?  Even the idea of standing seemed laughable, I must weigh at least four hundred pounds by now, she mused, trying to shift to a more comfortable position and immediately revising her estimate upwards by another couple of hundred as her lush belly quaked ponderously.  She felt a sudden flare of heat in her bosom and realized with a start that her breasts had abruptly began to expand as well, her body desperately trying to handle the torrent of milk being forced inside her. 

 

   Vicky smiled lustfully as she looked down at Victoria.  It felt so magnificent, so empowering to watch her there, kneeling submissively as she suckled at her own tit.  She felt so much better now, now that her breasts were no longer filled to bursting with milk.  They were still terribly full of course, she could feel them sloshing as she leaned forward, still pumping her ambrosial burden into Victoria's mouth.  Good heavens but she could suck, Vicky marveled.  She felt Victoria's belly expanding between her legs; she shivered with pleasure as she experienced Victoria's body enlarging so delectably against her own.  Oh, but she was getting so big, so voluptuously, impossibly, scandalously big.  Vicky knew that she should stop right then, that Victoria had already drank far too much, and as the collar's power seemed to be waning there was no reason to keep feeding her when she had become so very full.  But oh, her breasts, no longer stretched tight, they felt soft now to the touch, creamy and supple and still fat with milk.  Vicky knew she should stop; it would be positively wicked to make Victoria drink any more.  But it felt so good to be in control, to be able to make Victoria submit to her desires.  Her breasts still ached to be drained and Victoria seemed to willing to keep going, willing to let Vicky decide how much milk she ought to hold, how many gallons her belly could contain.  She knew she shouldn't.  But she did.  As Victoria sat back to catch her breath, Vicky pressed her breasts together tightly until her nipples rubbed together, their flesh multiplying each other's sensitivity so wantonly that Vicky almost forgot what she had resolved to do.  Almost.  She struggled to resist the force of Victoria's belly trembling with pressure between her legs, to fight against the rolling orgasm which beat against her loins like the tide upon a waiting beach and kept her ruby red peaks pressed together as Victoria leaned forward again to worship at the altar of Vicky's bounty.  Vicky sensed Victoria's surprise as she found her mouth filled with both Vicky's bountiful teats, but before she could withdraw in confusion, Vicky seized the moment.  She lunged forward, reaching out, her vast breasts spilling out around her plump arms as she placed her hands behind Victoria's head, drew her in to the depths of her bosom and squeezed for all she was worth.  As she felt her milk beginning to flow, she giggled.  This was going to be fun.

 

     Oh, I'm going to have to stop soon, Victoria thought to herself.  I'm already far too big as it is.  I don't even know how I've kept it up this long.  My belly, oh my but it’s just enormous; there's no end to it, it just feels like it's stretching out forever.  I'm just getting so big all over, there's so much milk its even starting to make my tits fatten up again.  This is just too much, as soon as I catch my breath I have to tell Vicky that this had been simply incredible but now I'm running out of room and I have to stop before I-

 

     Her train of thought was interrupted as she felt Vicky dive forwards and enfold her in her sumptuous embrace.  Victoria tried to breathe, but found her mouth filled with both of Vicky's milk-slick nipples, they were so hot they almost burned her tongue and so plump that Victoria could hardly get her lips around them.  She felt like had lost control of her own body.  I need to stop this; I wish I could take more, get even bigger than I already am but I can't, not another drop, she told herself, trying to convince her body to respond.  Vicky drew her in closer, her skin almost glowing with warmth, the soft flesh of her ponderous mammaries ready to envelop Victoria.  She knew she ought to be struggling; she knew she ought to get away.  Her body ignored her as she found herself gazing thirstily at the tremendous expanse of quivering pale flesh just inches from her face.  Even if could control herself, Victoria realized, she had grown so huge that she would hardly be able to move, pinned to the floor by a belly six feet across if it was anything, and trembling with overfullness.  Vicky tightened her embrace; Victoria tasted the first sweet drops leaking from her cream-filled tits.  She lapped it up in spite of herself, teasing Vicky's nipples with her tongue.  Victoria knew what to expect, but she could not possibly be prepared for it.  Vicky squeezed.

 

Gallons of milk spurted hot into Victoria's mouth.  She was overwhelmed, utterly, by the onslaught.  She tried to gasp for air, to cry out, to do anything.  But there was nothing to be done.  There was only the soft matronly press of Vicky's flesh and the milk.  So much milk, it was like swallowing a river.  It was coming into her so much faster now, so much more of it every second forcing itself into her body.  Her belly ballooned as it pumped into her, billowing outward, alluring swollen with milk.  Victoria felt Vicky's legs pressing against its distended surface, trembling as paroxysms of pleasure surged through Vicky's body, her moans of ecstasy coming faintly to Victoria's ears.  As Vicky forced her to drink still more, Victoria felt her breasts expanding.  They positively inflated with fat; in seconds her luscious melons had more than doubled in size.  Soft and heavy they lay still separated by the vast roundure of her belly.  Her breasts, her entire body glistened with sweat, shining moistly in the blazing light.  Victoria felt the pressure increasing, she had run out of room to grow, her belly was pressing tighter and tighter against the sofa that Vicky was perched upon with such imperious lustfulness and she had gained far too much weight to move herself back to make more room and at any rate, she was growing increasingly distracted by a sensation building deep within her body.  Deep within her, Victoria felt her most feminine of parts being massaged by the trembling of her swollen belly, stimulated by pressure of the countless gallons she had been forced to hold within herself.  She trembled on the precipice of a climax, every fiber of her body throbbed with carnal desire even as every bit of sense and civilization she possessed told her to stop, to make this end.  For the eternity of a moment she wavered on the brink, her mind reeling and her body inflamed with the excruciating torture of desire.  Such a delicate and unstable balance could not hold for long.  Seconds passed.  Vicky's milk continued to surge into her as she sat there helpless, unable to resist, unable to do anything but keep swallowing.

    

Victoria gained another ten pounds; she could feel the skin of her breasts stretching as fat surged into them, bloating them up like a pair of dirigibles.  She gained another twenty; she felt herself getting wet with desire, her femininity becoming fat and tight as the waves inside her thrummed from within against her most sensitive of parts, building, building towards an indescribable climax.  She gained another thirty; Victoria sat there as if paralyzed, her luscious bottom bulging beneath her accumulating weight, her hips splaying out wider and more womanly.  Vicky's milk added another forty pounds to Victoria's lustrously sinful form; the pressure against the temple of her womanhood was unbearable, every inch of her flesh trembled with anticipation, aching for the consummation which seemed so cruelly to elude her.  Another fifty pounds were stuffed into her opulently overfed figure.  And finally it happened.

 

Victoria came.  Like a summer shower breaking over the desert it hit her like a runaway train.  She would have toppled over had not Vicky still held her close in her honeyed embrace, hardly able to move, even as her whole body quivered like a leaf in the wind.  This was the release she had been so long awaiting, and it was even more delicious than she had dreamed.  Before her first crescendo of pleasure had begun to fade another, even stronger than the first, exploded inside her, fanning the flames of her lust into a raging wildfire.  Again and again she came, each orgasm beating against her saturated femininity as the sea beats against the shore in a storm.  It was as if all the pleasure and release that she had been denied over the past hour had suddenly been poured out inside of her with interest added, like an ocean being poured into a teacup.  In between the spasms of pleasure that left her voluptuous body shuddering Victoria came to a realization: I want more.

 

    Gone in an instant were her worries about getting too big.  This, more of this was what she wanted.  She had no doubts now about her capacity for growth and she was all too eager to test her capacity for pleasure.  Victoria pressed her face into Vicky's nectarous bosom and sucked as if her life depended upon it.  Bliss spread throughout her body as she felt her belly expanding, groaning as it accepted more and more of Vicky's abundance.  She was utterly replete; as she sat it ballooned out beyond her knees, her alabaster skin tight from the strain.  She had grown so immense that her belly began to push her away from the sofa; Victoria felt Vicky arching her back, straining to be sure that her pulsing nipples did not slip from Victoria's eager lips.  Victoria could feel Vicky trembling above her, their bodies both glistening with desire, shaking feverishly as they came.  Victoria spread her arms wide to try and get a feel for how monumentally huge she was growing.  She stretched them as far around her sumptuous middle as she was able and discovered to her growing delight, that she could make it only a quarter of the way around, barely.  She felt herself filling to even greater excess, more and more of the vast territory in front of her slipping beyond her reach as she fattened.  Even more surprising to her, she felt her breasts touching more and more of her blossoming belly as they ripened and swelled with fat.  Victoria had never felt anything like this before; she felt impossibly full, indescribably full, her belly was more sensually distended than she had imagined possible.  Every second she felt her body growing heavier as she gorged herself on Vicky's milk, even as she noticed the rushing river of it diminishing to a modest stream and then a trickle.  Finally, Vicky leaned back away from Victoria, her creamy bounty at last depleted.

 

   Vicky sat back heavily on the sofa and took stock of herself.  Her breasts, she noticed, though nowhere nearly so immense as they had been at their fullest, were still much larger than they had been before.  She cupped them in her hands, or at least tried to; one might as well try cupping a beach ball with a tea spoon.  They were soft, and almost obscenely jiggly, and Vicky realized that having been stretched by enough milk to keep a decent sized dairy in operation had left them much more supple and sensitive.  Even for all their softness though, and the weight that gave them a lush unwieldiness that Vicky discovered to be most satisfying, they still hung roundly against her body, only their teardrop shape hinting at their lush heaviness.  Looking down at her body, (not an easy task in the front, if she wanted to catch a glimpse of anything aside from her sublimely ample bosom), Vicky realized that at last she had gotten her wish; her bust now balanced her well-plumped bottom perfectly.  Perhaps a little bit more than perfectly actually, she thought to herself, as her breasts hung almost to her waist, hovering mere inches above her lap.  Tremendously pleased, Vicky looked down at Victoria, who seemed to be having a bit more trouble composing herself.

 

   Vicky saw her leaning back against the giant chair behind her, it's huge and overstuffed frame supporting Victoria's huge and overstuffed frame comfortably.  She crossed her legs, her sumptuous belly cradled in her ample lap, reclining to give her distended belly, creaking and sloshing as she moved, as much space as possible.  Vicky noticed how Victoria's breasts looked so different from her own.  Milk-fed and fat-pumped to the very limit of their capacity they were obviously lusciously heavy.  Not that they sagged, Vicky thought, it was just that while her own pair seemed to defy gravity, Victoria's seemed to personify gravidity, the very image of pregnancy exaggerated to the utmost limits of excess.  Her skin was an almost luminously healthful pink and Vicky felt as if she were looking upon some latter-day daughter of Freya; a young priestess blessed with all the blessings that a mortal woman could possibly bear to have laded upon her by an ancient goddess of fertility.  Enchanted, almost hypnotized by Victoria's body, Vicky stood, still weak and tingling, and moved toward her.  She knelt by Victoria and reaching out, caressed the vast orb of her belly in wonder.  Victoria gave a little gasp.

 

    "Oh, Vicky," she breathed, "Look at what you've done to me."

 

    "I'm sorry," Vicky stammered in concern, "I didn't know I had that much milk to get rid of, and I was worried my boobs were going to explode and then once you started nursing, well, I had just never felt anything like it; I just wanted it to go on forever."

 

    "Oh, you don't need to apologize," Victoria answered with a sparkling smile, "just keep rubbing my belly like that; it feels too wonderful for words."

 

     "I think I can do that," Vicky said, noticing how Victoria's rosy nipples began to perk up as she applied both her hands to exploring her the lush frontiers of her belly, "After it was all over and I saw just how big I had made you I was just worried that it was too much."

 

    "But Vicky, it is too much, you made me drink far more than I should have, and now look at me, I'm so huge I can hardly move and yet..."

 

    "And what?" Vicky asked, worried that Victoria was upset about having such a sumptuously milk-fattened belly.

 

  "Well, now all I can think about is getting even bigger!" she blurted out, "I mean, I'm already so huge I can hardly move and I'm just so full that it's all I can do to keep myself from coming when you touch me like that.  Do you think that if I played with that collar of yours it might make your breasts blow up again?"

 

"Victoria! I certainly hope not!" Vicky cried, protectively wrapping her arms across her more than ample bosom, as if merely giving voice to such an idea might cause her breasts to suddenly return to their milk-engorged dimensions, "Well, at least not just now, I suppose, I think my girls have had more than enough action for one day.  Tomorrow night maybe; as long as you were willing to- Hang on now, are you really telling me that you want to drink even more Victoria, that you're still not satisfied?"

 

  "Vicky my darling, I'm absolutely insatiable," she answered with a lustful gleam in her eye, "Why nothing would please me more right now than to see those nice soft teats of yours fill up with twice as much milk as they already did."

 

  "Twice as much?" Vicky hugged herself more tightly, her lavish endowments spilling out around her plump arms winsomely, "I couldn't possibly hold that much milk; I felt like my poor tits were fit to burst as it was.  I can't even imagine them glutted with even more.  Why, I wouldn't be able to move."

 

"Mmmmm, I think I'd like that," Victoria purred as she fondled the pliable flesh of Vicky's creamy mountains, rubbing it against her own flesh-filled melons, "Besides, I think you underestimate your capacity my dear.  Why, I suspect you could probably hold triple that before you even got your first stretch mark.  You're quite a natural at this, you know; I'm rather curious to see just how much pleasure you can take."

 

   "Even if I did have that much milk," Vicky allowed, a note of exasperation in her voice as she realized that Victoria, however she might tease, was more than a little serious, "What would you do with it?"

 

    "Why I'd drink it of course, my little cream pot," Victoria answered as if no other course of action were even imaginable, "Every. Single. Drop."

 

  "What? Even if you could, you'd be too stuffed to move!" Vicky shot back at her.

 

     "I know, wouldn't it be heavenly?" Victoria smiled as she patted her lush belly, "I can just imagine filling an entire room with my voluptuous figure, pinning you to the wall with my huge, soft tummy.  I'm getting shivers just thinking about it!"

 

     "I don't think I'm ready for that quite yet," Vicky answered, worried that Victoria, carried away by a flight of amorous fancy might at any moment do something to set her lactating even more profusely.

 

     "Oh no, of course, not tonight," Victoria conceded, "this has been a big enough night for both of us.  Tomorrow though- No, you've had your turn at filling me up and, while I'm certainly looking forward to next time, you've really fattened me up tonight and well, turnabout after all, is fair play, and next time we meet I intend to repay you in full- with plenty of interest."

 

   "With interest?" Vicky echoed her, even as she pondered Victoria's fat, wobbling breasts and her sublimely milk-gorged belly.  She felt her alarm at the idea beginning to mingle with curiosity, even eagerness to test herself to the very limit, "I think I could get excited about that."

 

"Wonderful!" Victoria replied with evident ardor, "Because I was planning on doing it whether you wanted me to or not.  No, no, don't worry; I'm sure you'll be pleasantly surprised.  For now though, I think it's time we parted ways again; you doubtless have a day ahead of you that will broaden you in ways you can scarcely conceive of."

 

     As Vicky searched for an answer Victoria drew her in close against her body.  The side of her bulging belly pressed, at once both vast and yielding, against her own more modestly padded middle.  Vicky closed her eyes, her breath hissing through teeth clenched with wonder.  She felt her own opulent bosom squashed against Victoria's fat-inflated chest, the softness of their bodies yielding tenderly to each other.  Victoria hugged her more closely, cheek to cheek now, Vicky could smell the sweet scent of Victoria's fiery red hair, the warmth of her blushing cheek against her own, feel her breath tickling against her neck.  Vicky felt something new; for as much as they had both thrown themselves at each other with such lustful hunger and abandonment, this was the first time that Vicky felt truly intimate with Victoria.  It was a strange sensation, still a very sexual one, to be sure, but something else was there now; her heart was not just racing because sliding against Victoria's silky skin filled her with pleasures of the flesh, she felt a new and deeper desire which unnerved her though she was having trouble figuring out why.  Victoria was turning her head now, deliberately, wordlessly, until her full red lips brushed against Vicky's own.  Vicky kissed her.  At first was almost painfully tentative, a mere touching of the lips, as if they both feared they were about to take a step that could not be untaken.  Victoria pressed more firmly now, Vicky inclined her head so that she might better taste the sweetness of her lips.  She felt herself getting drawn in deeper, surrendering herself to this as she felt Victoria's questing tongue probing past her lips.  Now she responded eagerly; without breaking contact she moved to climb astride Victoria, whose belly creaked like a balloon beneath her weight, and who quivered with obvious delight as Vicky felt the fire in her own loins burning out of control.  They embraced tightly, locked together in mutual submission.  Vicky, splaying her legs wide open, rocked her broad hips against the fertile globe of Victoria's belly.  They kissed with desperate intensity, lips and tongues commingling with passion, two mammoth pairs of breasts moistly sliding, spilling, slapping together as they both felt a climax building inside them, building to a crescendo that tortured them in its absence.  Victoria slid her hand between them and gave Vicky's plum-sized nipple a fierce pinch.  The ecstasy within her swelled unbearably.  She squeezed her legs together around the vast sphere of Victoria's belly, Victoria trembled with desire as Vicky's weight and the pressure of her welcoming thighs only added to the fire inside her.  Vicky begged wordlessly for release and at once, as if she had crested the lip of a waterfall.  Vicky felt a glorious explosion inside her, as she and Victoria dragged each other across the final threshold of passion.  Moaning, screaming, both women gave voice to the pulsating convulsion that throbbed within them.  At last it began to fade, shuddering waves beating more and more softly against her femininity.  Tired, fulfilled and utterly satisfied, Vicky nuzzled at Victoria's neck, still straddling her cream-fattened lover.  As sleep stole over her, had but a single thought: She was happy.

 

   Vicky awoke to find herself lying back in her bed.  It was still early; the first embers of day had only just begun to burn on the horizon.  There was a cleansing coolness in the air, and Vicky lay there for a while, more content than she could remember having ever been.  Gradually, Vicky became aware of the fact that her sun dress, which had fit her with room to spare the night before, now was more than a little bit snug up top.  She looked down.  "Oh my heavens, I'm huge!" Vicky gasped as she saw that during the night something had happened that had pumped her breasts up to nearly double the size they had been when she had gone to sleep.  "They're like a couple of bowling balls, how did this happen?" she asked herself, staring at her swollen bosom.  Her breasts were wider than her shoulders by more than a couple of inches, and as she was lying on her back, gravity encouraged them to assume a winsomely hemispheric shape.  "This doesn't make any sense though; I didn't grow any the night before while I was asleep." Vicky mused.  As she sat up to better survey the hills and valleys in question, she felt something tugging at her hair.  She reached for the back of her neck, and suddenly understood as her fingers touched the cool, polished stones of the choker around her neck, thrumming softly as it continued in its work, making her breasts gently swell with milk.  Vicky smiled to herself as she fingered the collar around her neck.  This was going to be a good day.