Warning: If you were trying to download the annotated version of Plato�s Republic, you have done it wrong.� What follows is a story about a girl, well, two girls (okay, three actually if you want to include all of them) all pushing themselves to the absolute limit to get as voluptuous as possible, so if that isn�t your cup of tea, then please read no further.� There might be some sex too.� Steamy, sensuous, utterly wild and uncontrollable lesbian lovemaking in there too, so, if you�re the sort to run screaming away from your monitor at the sight of such lust-soaked prose, then beware, for this is your final warning.� Okay?� Alright then, for all the rest of you who are still here, dive right on in.� I�ve gone to a lot of effort to make this the best one yet, and I hope you�ll enjoy it!

Vicky and Victoria: Part 3

By Kodos

��� It was morning, and the golden dawn slipped its questing fingers through the drapes of Vicky's window and into the room where she had so recently lain in bed.� She stood before an old full-length mirror with a gilded frame, examining the changes which the night had wrought upon her.� The floral print sun dress that she wore, though cut generously to fit a woman of her vigorous proportions, only seemed to enhance the contours of her body.� Vicky's bare legs seemed to glow in the morning light, long and sleek and seemly.� Her calves were plump and well-rounded, and her thighs were almost too curvy, displayed to great effect by her enticingly high hemline.� She murmured approvingly as she smoothed the light fabric against her hips, smiling at the way they flared out, wide and womanly, especially in proportion to her svelte waist.� Vicky grinned lasciviously as she slid her hands back along the curve of her hips, thrilled at how lusciously large her bottom was.� It bulged out behind her, round and pleasing.� Indeed, Vicky was so well-favored in that area that her dress, though daringly short in the front, struggled to provide even the illusion of modesty from behind.� Not that any dress could hide everything I've got going on back there anyway, she noted with boundless satisfaction. �Continuing with inventory, her hands wandered upwards, caressing her smooth stomach and then, with a lick of her lips, Vicky cupped her breasts as if testing to find out if they had grown during the night.� Breathtakingly buxom, they were gratifyingly heavy in her hands, her rosy nipples just visible through the sheer fabric.� Vicky hefted them contemplatively; even constrained by the sundress they wobbled in a way that filled her with satisfaction, ripples spreading through their tender flesh.� Vicky gave herself another lift; she felt the slosh of milk inside her.� She touched the choker around her neck, studied it in the mirror.� You still seem to be doing your job, she thought, fingering the band of stones and copper that seethed with subtle energy.� She felt for the clasp in the back, but the chain had fused itself together seamlessly.� Well, Vicky thought, I guess I won't be taking this off anytime soon; I suppose I'll just gave to get used to being a dairy cow.� I really ought to set about making myself useful then, I can't expect to spend the entire day playing around in the bedroom, now can I?.� Vicky rolled her shoulders back.� Not only did this action have the delightful result of straining her buttons deliciously, it also had the much less pleasant effect of sending a twinge of pain down her spine.�

"Ow," Vicky said, rubbing the small of her back, which seemed all the smaller compared to the flowing curves that spread just below it, "I could really go for a hot shower.� Not, after all, that dips in the pool aren't healthy and invigorating and all that, but I have been doing a lot of housework since I got here, and besides, at the rate I'm going, I'm liable to start developing lower back problems if I don't take better care of myself.� I know then, I can go clean out the bathtub this morning.� That shouldn't be too much work and afterwards I can have a good long soak."� Or maybe, she added to herself, I'll just have a little dip in the spring first; I feel like I'd be wasting the morning if lunchtime doesn't find me a few sizes bigger than I am now.

� Thus decided upon her course of action, Vicky made for the master bathroom where she had seen the day before a bathtub that looked like it might not take too much cleaning up.� She stopped by the kitchen and raided the cabinet under the sink for whatever cleaning supplies might be found and, heading back upstairs, stood at the bathroom door to consider the task at hand.� The bathtub was definitely bigger than she remembered.� It was large enough to be a rain cistern, a vast white basin supported by four stout feet that looked to have been cast in the image of a hippopotamus's.� From the wall above it projected an ornate brass faucet, tarnished with age and looking to Vicky like the perfect thing to luxuriate in after a long day of plumping herself up.� Looking closer however, Vicky was dismayed to see that cleaning it was going to be more of a challenge than she had suspected.� The entire tub seemed to be coated with some ashen film, as if the dust of a century had been allowed to accumulate and ossify upon it.� "I guess my great aunt must have gone more for showers," Vicky mumbled ruefully to herself, "It doesn't look like this thing's been used in ages."� Nonetheless, having set herself a goal for the morning, she was loath to quit before she had even begun, and since she had already sold herself on the notion of taking a bath today, there was nothing to be done but get to work.� She turned on the water, finding it to be tolerably clean at least, and set about scrubbing.� It was slow and grimy work; the film that coated the tub kept flaking off until the air was thick with it; before long Vicky's arms were coated up to the elbow.� Scrubbing brought other unanticipated challenges as well.� Vicky's breasts, so swollen with milk that they were wider than her shoulders, kept getting in the way.� Even confined by her dress, they seemed to hang distractingly between Vicky and her work, so fat and heavy that they tugged at her shoulders as she worked.� Every time she moved her arms, each motion was accompanied by a jiggle of flesh that seemed to be begging for Vicky to leave the cleaning alone and go back to bed where she might be at liberty to appreciate her body appropriately.� Still, she was making progress.� Except for a few stubborn spots, the tub was coming clean, and not a bit too soon.� Vicky's nipples, stimulated by the thin fabric rubbing, rubbing across them as she worked to get the last bit finished, perked up defiantly, chafing against the material of her dress until they almost hurt.� She was getting heavier too; Vicky could feel it happening.� Gradually, the choker around her neck was filling her up with milk, her breasts hanging heavily from her chest as their burden grew.� They filled steadily, their jiggling taking on a more and more liquid sort of quality.� This is awful, Vicky thought in frustration, I can't even focus with my boobs filling up like this.� Maybe I should take a break, go and play for a bit, let some of this milk out, then I can come back and finish cleaning.� No, that wouldn't work; my hands are filthy and I'm almost done.� Come on then, just a little bit more and I can spend all afternoon having fun.� By now, it had grown excruciating, every inch of her bosom was burning for attention, every spot she rubbed away left her breasts just a little more bloated, a little bit heavier, and a much harder to ignore.� Just when Vicky felt she'd reached her limit, that she simply had to stop and go work off some of this raw sexual energy, she looked around and discovered that she was done.� The bathtub gleamed like it was new, not a spot to be found anywhere.� It looked awfully welcoming, a hollow place just waiting to be filled, made for the explicit purpose of holding her body and making her feel utterly relaxed.� Later, Vicky, later, she reminded herself, there's still so much to be done today, and now that the tub's all clean, you can come back here anytime you want.� Enough choking on dust for now though, it's time for some fresh air!� Vicky left the bathroom, stopping just long enough to wash her hands off with a huge bar of lye soap that looked as if it had been sitting under the sink for so long it had fossilized.� It did the trick though, and with her hands once again clean enough for any task that Vicky might wish to employ them in, she walked through the kitchen towards the sunlit beauty of the day.

Vicky walked to the back door of the house and threw it open triumphantly.� The day was cooler than yesterday by far, and even though she knew that it was still probably a good eighty degrees outside, such comparatively temperate weather felt like the sweet breath of autumn on her skin.� There was something in the air though, that stopped her short upon the threshold.� An overpowering fragrance whispered its way into her senses; it smelled like rain in the springtime mixed with new wine.� She inhaled as deeply, her buttons protesting as she did so, drinking the air into her lungs as if she had just been liberated from the dungeon of her recent drudgery.� There was something cleansing about it as well, something that seemed to dissolve the tension in her back, the soreness in her hands in an instant.� "What is that?" Vicky asked, "Where is it coming from?� Oh, I've never felt anything like it before."� Headlong she ran across the patio and down the stairs to the terrace where the spring burbled welcomingly, its waters growing more effervescently blue by the day.� The scent was even stronger here; it saturated the air and seemed to murmur wonderfully wicked temptations into her mind.� Vicky turned where she stood, bending all her senses to search out the source of this unworldly perfume.� And then, casting her eye to a small rise all little ways off, she spied a field of white, as if snow had fallen there thickly in the night.� Consumed by curiosity, Vicky ran towards it, the scent beckoning her closer.� In a minute, she crested the rise and looking down upon the white land before her; she suddenly realized what it was, so strangely out of place and out of season.

��� It was an orchard, full in the sumptuous bloom of spring's desire.� Fruit trees, spreading out for nearly an acre before her, were each so heavily arrayed with blossoms that Vicky could hardly see their flower-clothed branches.� They're so beautiful, she thought, as she walked into their midst, did this all just happen in the night?� Yesterday this was all just thorns and wilderness.� In mute disbelief she walked onward.� Yesterday, to be sure, she had seen the trees surrounding the pool burst into green overnight but this, this transformation seemed to be something greater by an order of magnitude.� The air was absolutely saturated with the scent of such a profusion of blossoms; it was pregnant with it, shot through with new life in such a profusion that Vicky half expected that merely breathing it in might add to the abundance of her figure.� As she neared the center of the orchard, Vicky came to a little open space in the midst of the trees, where a large and ancient stone with a low flat top sat in invitation for her to stay awhile and enjoy the beauty surrounding her.� Vicky seated herself upon it; the stone felt refreshingly cool against her plump thighs and she settled herself in to soak up as much of the place's beauty as possible.� From the orchard's heart, it seemed to stretch out around her endlessly in all directions, save towards the house, which high upon the hill as it was, seemed to float upon a cloud of white like a castle in the sky.� Vicky felt herself listing to one side, lightheaded; she felt as if she had already drunk too deeply of this place.� Overcome, she lay down upon the stone and stretched out her arms and legs in surrender.� The sky seemed to reel and dance above as she closed her eyes. Oh, life cannot possibly get any better than this, Vicky mused contentedly, what else could happen to me that would be more wonderful than this?� Smiling to herself, Vicky lay there, delighting in everything around and within her: the stone cool against her skin, the morning breeze washing over her, the kneading warmth in her bosom as the collar around her neck slowly filled her breasts with milk.

Vicky felt a change in the air, as if someone had passed silently by, or the world itself had subtly refocused itself around her.� Roused from her reverie, she sat up and looked around to see what had changed.� At first, everything appeared the same as it had before, everywhere a riot of flowers, an ocean of white punctuated here and there by an orange blossom or the pink of a cherry tree. �Well, that was odd, Vicky thought, perhaps I'm just imagining things.� I suppose that after experiencing all that I have these last few days, I've started look for magic even when there isn't any to be found.� And she was just about to lie down once more when she saw something out of the corner of her eye.� It was bright red, hanging from a small tree at the edge of the clearing where she sat.� Drawn by curiosity, Vicky went to it and discovered, to her surprise, that it was a pomegranate.� It was a little larger than a grapefruit, and hung on a tree that was in every other way just like all the others, covered in flowers.� And yet there it was hanging on a slender branch mere inches away from Vicky.� This must be magic, she told herself, this definitely wasn't there a minute ago.� She reached out her hand and touched the fruit, it felt solid and firm and very real indeed.� Well, maybe it did just appear, she reconsidered, I mean, if the spring's power can force every tree in the orchard to bloom overnight, then maybe it can bring a single tree to fruit in a minute.� At any rate, everything else that's happened to me has been safe enough, if a little disconcerting at times, I don't imagine there could be any harm in this.� With a twist of her hand, Vicky plucked the pomegranate from its place, and after looking around once more to be sure that there were no others of its kind nearby, she took it back to the setting stone.

Setting the fruit down on the rock, Vicky opened it easily; it seemed ready to surrender itself to her, the wet, wine-red seeds glistening in the sun's clear light.� Vicky took a seat, and after half a moment's consideration, slipped one of the arils into her mouth.� It was the most delicious thing she could remember tasting; the juice was sweet and warm and crisp, like the waters of the spring had been distilled down to their essence and infused into this single fruit.� Warmth spread through her body, a soothing energy that relaxed and excited her.� She wanted more.� Quickly, Vicky ate a few more; she felt the warmth from them suffusing her body.� After swallowing her third handful of them, she felt them beginning to have a more obvious effect.� Slowly at first, she felt her dress beginning to grow snug.� Vicky swallowed another mouthful, and then another; she ate up the rest of the seeds ravenously, her lips dripping with juice.� Her breasts started to swell, gaps forming between the buttons of her dress, small at first but steadily widening as their burden grew.� "Yes," Vicky breathed ardently, "I've been waiting all morning for this, more, please more."� She felt her dress pulling tighter about her waist; when she placed her hands against her stomach, which until now had remained trim and flat, she found it was starting to become distinctly convex.� The day before this development would have dismayed her, but after last night, after watching Victoria's belly expanding until it was so huge that she was pinned to the floor by its weight, well, Vicky found that she had developed a desire to experience such a thing first-hand and felt that this was a very much a step in the right direction.� Vicky's bottom fattened beneath her, her hemline gradually retreating as the area of contact between her thighs and the stone she sat upon increased, her dress slowly creeping higher up her thighs.�

�� The effect began to slow; Vicky looked around her, her appetite to grow more curvesome fully whetted.� She spied an apple, gleamingly green and hanging from a nearby tree, plucked it from its place and bit into it eagerly.� As she swallowed it, Vicky felt its magic working upon her body.� Her bustline blossomed with a sudden burst.� The buttons on her dress, which had evidently been stitched on with just such burden in mind, continued to hold, and the rondure of Vicky's breasts increased as they swelled jiggling out above the neckline.� The apple core had hardly slipped from her fingers this time when she began to cast about again for something new to sate her hunger.� A fistful of mulberries appeared at hand; Vicky stuffed them into her mouth, their dark juice staining her eager lips.� Gorging herself on every piece of fruit within reach, Vicky felt her belly filling, fattening as she ate with lustful abandon.� Devouring a double handful of black cherries, Vicky noticed that a tightness about her chest was making it difficult to breathe.� Looking downward she found to her delight that her dress, its buttons still defying the onslaught of her fattening bosom, was straining, her breasts now bulged out from the top of it with such pneumatic roundness that it was a wonder they had not simply popped clear out of her top.� "That won't do at all, you two," Vicky said, addressing her ripening d�colletage, "If you make me that tight, how am I supposed to go on eating like this?� Here, let me open things up a bit and give you girls more room to expand."� And saying so she slipped the top button of her dress open, a gap several inches wide immediately yawning in its place as her breasts, no longer quite so closely confined, spilled forward eagerly, settling a bit lower, while creating a vista of cleavage more alluring.� "Much better then, now where was I?" Vicky mused, "Ah yes, I believe I was seeing how much fruit I could stuff myself with.� Back to business then."

���� A pear of surprising size appeared nearby, and as Vicky devoured it she noticed that it seemed even more extraordinarily juicy than everything which had come before.� She did not have long to ruminate upon such thoughts, for even before she had swallowed the last bite, her hips surged outwards, blossoming into womanly opulence in seconds.� Vicky had only just begun to catch her breath when an even greater burst struck her.� She felt her ass suddenly expanding, growing fatter and heavier and more lushly overstuffed until Vicky realized that her dress no longer offered even the illusion of modesty; in the front, her hemline lay decidedly north of the aching temple of her femininity, while behind her, her bottom, dimpled and swollen to lasciviously indulgent proportions, spread indulgently wide.� Even as she struggled to stay standing, Vicky felt a pang of hunger in her softening belly, her eyes widening with surprise and worry.� What's going on? This doesn't make sense, Vicky thought to herself as she searched for the next thing to appear, I'm even hungrier than I did when I started eating, and I feel like I�ve gained at least fifty pounds since then.� Merely discovering the truth was no help though, for seconds later, when a plum the size of a cantaloupe appeared nearby, she lunged after it hungrily.� Even as she bit into it, Vicky realized that each fruit which appeared was juicier than the last, soaked with more magic, crammed with more power, and that every savory drop of it was causing her body to grow more brazenly voluptuous.� In her mind Vicky wrestled with this new development.� She knew that in a way this was exactly what she had wanted, to grow, to feel her body fattening with all the delights of excess.� At the same time, even as she felt herself gaining weight in all her softest and most feminine places, Vicky worried that she had been so seduced by this unearthly orchard that when she finally did reach her limit she might find herself too enchanted to stop.� She imagined herself eating as a woman possessed, gorging uncontrollably on barrels of fruit, growing fatter and fatter until she could no longer move, lying like some gluttonous Roman empress while the orchard dropped ever sweeter morsels into her helpless mouth.� Vicky imagined her breasts, obscenely distended with the nectar of this verdant grove, her belly bloated to such epic proportions as to make Victoria appear a twiggy little girl in comparison, legs and hips attaining such impossible lusciousness that they could no longer support her weight, but merely serve to conduct more pleasure to her lushly overfed body.� Vicky envisioned herself eating yet more, casting all care and moderation to the wind and stuffing herself to such unrestrainable overfullness- No! Vicky thought, jarring herself away from the delectations of her dream, I've got to slow down, pace myself, I can't just let my hunger run away with me!� I need to focus- Even as she thought this, she realized that her fingers were busy peeling an orange so heavy with juice that it weighed in her hand like a little cannonball.� When did I even pick this? Vicky wondered, growing alarmed as she felt the increasing tightness that told her her bosom had again expanded to test the confines of her dress.� Vicky went to undo another button, realizing only as it surrendered, letting her ripening bosom settle into comparative comfort, that her other hand was stuffing orange slices into her mouth as though it had a will of its own.� She felt its juice spreading through her body like ambrosia.� Vicky's luxurious derriere fattened with a vengeance, spreading with her thighs wider and wider across the cold, hard rock, its suppleness surrendering beneath her accumulating weight.�

Desperately, Vicky willed herself to stop, gathering every drop of her resolve to halt her own unslakable thirst.� Please stop, please stop, she begged herself and whatever power might be compelling her to such wanton gluttony, I appreciate you helping to fatten me up, really I do, but this is too much, too fast.� Please, don't force me to keep eating, I'll gladly do it on my own, you'll see, just don't force me to keep feeding myself like this.� When she opened her eyes though, Vicky learned straightaway that she had begged in vain, for she saw herself plucking a nectarine of monstrous fleshiness, bringing it to her mouth and biting into it.� It was transcendently sweet, and Vicky found her hunger only growing as she sucked at its saturating juice.� She heard a soft stretching noise and felt the tickle of torn threads across her stomach.� Feeling downward, Vicky gasped as she realized that her belly had fattened beyond the capacity of her dress which, stretched almost transparently tight, had begun to split along its seams.� "Oh, I can't stop it!" Vicky cried in desperation, her voice muffled somewhat as she took another bite from the nectarine, and then another.� Vicky devoured it ravenously, as if she were starving, and as she threw the pit aside she felt her enlarging bosom again aching for more room.� Looking down as she loosed her next button, Vicky watched as the tight slit of her cleavage opened up into a soft and welcoming valley as she allowed her breasts another fleeting breath of freedom.� "Oh, but you're growing too fast!" Vicky moaned as her breasts, without pause, continued their expansion.� Vicky wrapped her arms around them as well as she was able as they fattened; her breasts pressing with a warm and almost liquid heaviness against her plump arms.� Trying to ignore her prolific bosom, Vicky looked around the orchard, noticing, to her relief that no other fruit seemed to have appeared.�� Maybe that's all there is for now, that would be a relief, she hoped, If my body is mine to command again I might just go over to the pool and have a quick dip before lunch.� Lunch? What am I thinking, I've just finished stuffing myself so much that my clothes are literally bursting at the seams, why am I still so hungry?� If all this wasn't such deliciously indulgent fun I'd probably be a getting worried.� Oh well, I may as well be off to the spring for a little soak; if I'm going to spend this morning plumping myself up, I may as well make a thorough job of it.�

��� As she heaved herself up off rock though, Vicky saw that the orchard has one last gift for her.� She didn't know why she noticed it, for at first it was merely a tiny green sphere hardly larger than a marble growing on a tree.� Against her better judgment, Vicky stopped to watch.� Soon it was a big as an egg, still green and Vicky realized that it was a peach.� She looked on with fascination as it reached the normal size of its kind and kept right on growing.� More of the orchard's power was poured into it, and as it ripened to its proper color, Vicky realized that she could hear it filling with juice.� It was abnormally large now, and it dawned on Vicky that when it was finished growing, she would have to eat it.� The effect that consuming a fruit so obviously brimming with magic might have upon her was all too evident, and as she rubbed her ample belly Vicky worried about the degree of that effect.� She tried to pull herself away, to leave temptation behind but found to her dismay that she remained unmoving, transfixed by the sight of the peach, the branch that it hung from bending under its weight.� How much bigger is this thing going to get? Vicky wondered, It looks so delicious, but I'm going to have to eat it all, how big will I become?� And what if there's another after that?� What if it isn't the last and I just keep on eating them until I- Vicky noticed with a start that the peach had stopped growing.� She stared at it; it was so large that from a distance she might well have mistaken it for a good-sized pumpkin; it was dewy with moisture, dripping with richness.� Vicky reached out for it, and detaching itself from the tree it dropped into her hands, so heavy and so slippery that she nearly dropped it.� There's no way I can eat this whole thing, it's too big. Vicky told herself as she considered the peach's glistening surface.� It seemed, however, that the decision was not hers to make.� Vicky lifted the peach up to her mouth; it was so large she wondered how she could even bite into it.� She opened her mouth as wide as she could, the downy hairs of the peach tickling her lips.� Well, I suppose that one bite wouldn't hurt, she mused, and took a bite.

Sinking her teeth into the peach, Vicky bit off a huge mouthful, sweet juice spattering her face.� She swallowed, and felt its power go straight to her inmost recesses as her loins, already inflamed, grew suddenly drenched with desire.� Her labia felt as if they were being pumped up like balloons and her expanding thighs met wetly together.� "Oh my..." Vicky gasped, her voice muffled as she went for another mouth-filling gulp. �An explosion of pleasure washed through her body; her legs buckled and she collapsed, falling to her knees in the soft, green grass of the orchard.� Eating ravenously, Vicky felt the warmth inside her beginning to spread through her body.� Her hips spread out like a flower unfurling itself to the sun.� They swelled with fertility; in moments they were twice as broad as her waist, her dress retreating even higher, revealing the moistness of her femininity.� Consumed with hunger, Vicky kept eating.� Sticky juice dripped down her chin, splashing in fat drops upon her bosom.� It saturated her body even more now, and Vicky felt her ass expanding.� Almost as soon as she had registered this change, she felt a gushing surge, and her bottom began to balloon beneath her.� Vicky had already thought herself to be more than amply favored in that area, but soon she realized that much larger things awaited.� Fat seemed to fairly pour into her behind; it quaked with fullness, her heels sinking in against the softening expanse of her derriere.� Vicky tried to swallow faster, as if there were nothing so important as ensuring that every bit of the peach was inside of her as soon as possible.� Her thighs billowed with lushness, their creamy flesh glistening in the light as they fattened.� Vicky heard the hem of her dress as making small tearing sounds as, overwhelmed by her expanding body, its seams began to give way, splitting slowly up its sides, revealing her sensually juicy thighs.� Before long the rift, steadily widening as her bottom inflated with fat, had advanced upwards until, reaching all the way to her waist, it laid bare Vicky's fertile and curvaceous hips.� Vicky felt her body expanding as if it were happening in slow motion, every ounce of weight she gained, every inch of tender flesh seemed to call out to her for attention, begging to be admired, touched, caressed.� Vicky wished she could stop and take proper stock of her burgeoning endowments, but even as this fleeting notion passed through her mind she felt hunger, the irresistible desire for MORE.� Vicky pressed her face deep into the peach, thirstily lapping at the nectar that covered her face and matted her hair with its sticky wetness.� Oh, I can't stop, Vicky worried as she gorged herself with utter abandon, But then again, I'm not sure I'd want to even if I could; I never imagined such heavenly excess existed!� And surrendering herself to the thirsts of her flesh, she began, if such a thing were possible, to eat even faster.�

��� As if the strange power of the orchard had at last fattened her sleek and sensuous hindquarters to their fullest capacity, leaving it nowhere to go but up, Vicky's belly began to fill.� The fertile curve which stretched from just below her bosom to just above the temple of her inmost delights grew more pronounced.� With every bite, Vicky's belly swelled, as if everything she swallowed were expanding inside of her, filling her as if it somehow knew that her belly had a ways to go before it matched the rest of her figure in delectable over-indulgence.� Vicky could feel herself gaining weight, getting heavier and heavier as she stuffed herself insatiably.� Her dress at last surrendered in the front, revealing her soft, swollen belly, her navel deepening as she fattened herself to ever-more enravishing excess.� So this is what it feels like to have a big, round belly, Vicky thought, Why, it's even more deliciously stimulating than I imagined; no wonder Victoria let me let me feed her so.� And here I thought she was doing me a favor by letting me play the wet-nurse last night.� Well, maybe tonight if I'm lucky she'll see fit to return the favor.� Even as these thoughts passed through her mind, Vicky continued to devour the peach.� Half of it was already gone, and Vicky glutted herself with an intensity that came from knowing that the more she swallowed, the greater the pleasure that awaited her.

Vicky's belly bulged out in front of her now, as if she were so heavily pregnant that even the most extensively well-stocked maternity shop would have struggled to clothe her burgeoning beauty.� But still she ate.� Vicky heard a sound, like a balloon being inflated, and she gasped, almost dropping the peach from her hands.� Her belly, straining as she stuffed it with even more, had begun to grow wider, expanding out to her sides until the view from behind her began to rival the one from in front as Vicky forced herself to eat, and eat, and eat.� The curve of her enthrallingly bloated belly began to reach lower as well.� Gradually but inexorably, Vicky felt its seductive fullness growing closer and closer to damp petals of her womanhood.� Mad with desire, Vicky gorged herself with desperate abandon; she felt the burning warmth of her belly as it caressed, with soft insistence, the creamy skin of her thighs.� Vicky spread her legs wide beneath her body, as if inviting it to grow to even more entrancing proportions.� Oh please, oh please, keep filling me like this! Vicky begged silently, Inflate my breasts until they're fit to burst, make my ass so fat I can't walk any more, just please keep filling up my belly.� Pump it into me by the gallon; let me feel my skin stretching as I get fatter.� Just keep it coming until I can't take it any more, until I beg for it to stop and then keep forcing it into me!� I want a belly that puts Victoria's to shame, so huge, so vast and overstuffed that even thinking about touching it will make me come!� For a moment, it seemed like Vicky was about to get her wish; she felt herself inflating with fat, her belly bulging with rondure as it filled her lap, cradled by the embrace of her luxuriant thighs.� Vicky gasped; she felt the pressure building inside her, throbbing against her lust-enflamed femininity.� "Oh yes, Oh yes!" Vicky murmured between mouthfuls, "This is it, give me more, give me more!"� Suddenly though, her belly, trembling with exquisite excess, shuddered to a halt.� Her disappointment lasted only a moment though, for almost as soon as her waistline ceased expanding, she felt a burst of warmth bubbling up into her chest as the magic of the orchard filled her body from base to apex.

Vicky's breasts began to swell.� Once again they began to bulge up out of what remained of her dress.� They pressed against the inside of her arms, filling out far wider than her body, their juice-slickened skin sticky to the touch.� Vicky felt her bosom rising upwards as it filled, so tight she could hardly stand it.� If this keeps up much longer I won't be able to breathe, Vicky worried, but kept on eating.� Her breasts bulged spectacularly out of her top; rising towards her chin as they grew more irresistibly overladen.� Vicky's areolae began to peek out above the straining neckline of her dress, rosy and delicate against the pale flesh of her bosom, peeking into view like the morning sun rising proudly over the horizon.� As the cool breeze caressed their skin, Vicky felt herself getting goose bumps as her nipples reminded her that there were regions north of her magnificently overburdened belly which longed for some attention and promised more than ample measures of pleasure if she indulged them.� As she inhaled, Vicky the warm touch of her own flesh against her chin.� With her next breath she felt it again, and again, enduring longer each time.� Her breasts, though tight in their confinement, wobbled beguilingly with fluid softness until, with a resonant rip, her dress surrendered, leaving her naked from head to toe.� Her breasts, suddenly released, fell with a wet, heavy slap against her body, sending ripples of motion and bliss arcing through her voluptuous figure.� Round and seductively fat they hung against Vicky's body, weighing upon her fertile belly and billowing out above it.� Determined to make the most of their freedom, Vicky's breasts suddenly spilled outwards, trembling with supple liquidity as they gained weight.� Arching her back in ecstasy, Vicky felt a heavy slosh and realized that she was filling up with milk.� Still too absorbed in her gluttony to look down at her ripening mammaries, Vicky still felt them getting heavier as they grew more bloated with milk.� Their weight upon her luxuriantly overstuffed belly increased, adding fuel to the blazing fires of her lust.� Vicky's flourishing bosom was wider than her shoulders now; as she ate her elbows sank into the billowing expanse of her own yielding flesh.� Her breasts grew more succulently swollen by the second; even as Vicky's areolae stretched from the pressure inside of her, their rosy pinkness darkened to a rich cherry red; the first white drops leaking from her nipples as they readied themselves to give service.� Vicky gasped with pleasure, her body brimming with fertility, so ponderously womanly and sensual that she could hardly bear the burden of her own insatiable desire.� Her breasts, each already laden with more than they should have been able to hold, ballooned to even more massive proportions; they expanded as if they were being injected with milk so fast they strained to withstand it.� Alarmingly distended, they struggled to hold more milk, gallons of it, as Vicky kept on eating, blissfully heedless of her own perilously overfilled body.� Her immense bosom now loomed out a foot farther than even her provocatively overfed tummy and broader than the spread of her bounteous hips.� She wanted more.� At long last though, Vicky felt her tongue rasping against the rough fissures of the peach's pit and opening her eyes, she realized that she had at last eaten the entire thing.

Dropping the peach pit to the ground, Vicky struggled to her feet, her entire body quaking with buxom opulence as she fought for balance.� Finally standing, Vicky eagerly took stock of her freshly plumpened mounds.� I wish I had a mirror, Vicky thought to herself as she looked down at the deep, generous slope of her bust, I'm so huge I can't even see past my boobs anymore!� Oh well, there are worse problems to have, I suppose; let's see how fat I've gotten then.� Vicky ran her hands down along her sides, discovering to her surprise and delight that her hips billowed out from her waist even more spectacularly than she remembered, enlarged to such a degree that laying her hands flat against them, she could no longer reach past the fullest extent of their curve, the point where they began to narrow (and narrow being a very relative term) toward her thighs.� Her bottom was even more enormous than before; it swelled out behind her, a glorious monument to excess, as if the orchard's power had sought to fatten it full to bursting only to discover that her capacity for gaining seemed limitless, but not before pumping at least another hundred pounds into her jigglesome posterior.� It was almost too vast to wrap her mind around, Vicky thought, as she sank her fingers into her flesh, thrilled at how soft and supple her derriere remained.� She reached for her belly and found to her amazement that her fingers brushed its surface far sooner than she expected them to.� It was vast, so tantalizingly huge that Vicky found herself growing lost in her pleasant explorations.� Sliding her fingers along it, Vicky found that only with effort could she encircle her arms all the way around its circumference, and even then, it spilled out fulsomely above and below.� Her belly button was deep and seemed to only draw attention to how resplendently huge she now was.� "There's just so much of me," Vicky whispered in a wonder-tinged voice, "I had no idea I could ever get so big.� And yet, I'm still so soft all over, I feel like I could fatten myself up even more."� One area though that did not seem as if it could stand much more of this though, was her bosom.� Her breasts ached with milk, tender at her touch as she examined them.� From the top, they had a gentle curve to them, and her nipples, Vicky noticed, still pointed upwards a bit, as if her breasts had swollen more underneath than above.� "Well that's good, we're still all nice and perky," she noted approvingly.� "I hope they don't fill up much more now that I've stopped eating though."� Vicky worried, feeling the pressure inside of her nectarous bosom still unmistakably increasing, They're already getting uncomfortable, and without Victoria here there's no one to milk me.� Vicky considered her predicament for a thoughtful moment.� "Hmm, I wonder if I could..." she mused, and carefully lifted one of her milk-laden tits to her mouth.� Just barely, she found that she could make it, though using both arms to support her breast left her unable to guide her nipple home to its destination, and she felt like she was going to develop a crick in her neck if she carried on for very long in this position.� Stupid gravity, making my fat boobs too heavy, Vicky thought, stomping her foot in a fetching display of frustration, Oh wait, I know what I can do!�

Vicky traipsed back to the rock in the midst of the grove, her wide hips swaying bewitchingly all the way, sat herself down upon it, and laid back.� The smooth stone was cold against her flesh; she shivered with delight and spread herself out upon it, naked except for the gleaming collar of gems about her neck, splaying her legs out wide enough that her amply favored thighs no longer crowded each other.� Her red hair, loose and wild and fiery, cascaded over the edge of the stone around her head and Vicky felt deliciously, sensuously at one with the verdant power of this place that had left her so absolutely saturated with delights.� Even so, in the back of Vicky's mind she worried that laying out here alone, she might easily drift off to sleep and wake to find that her breasts, already overbrimming with milk, had become unbearably distended, so heavy that she was trapped beneath their weight and so bloated that she could no longer pull them to her lips.� There was only one thing to do, and besides, she was thirsty for more. �With one arm she pushed her milk-laden breast towards her face.� With soft submissiveness it rolled along her body, as with her other hand Vicky sought to guide her nipple to her mouth, marveling as she did so at how small her hands were against such a vast expanse of pale and pliant flesh, and how her areola, redder than a ruby and irresistibly sensitive, had been so stretched by the fullness of her breast that it was wider than her hand.� How luscious I have grown, Vicky thought as she teased her nipple with her tongue, watching as it fattened for suckling, It feels like every inch of me is just so wonderfully receptive, I just never imagined it would feel so... sexy to be so huge.� Here we go then, ready for action. The milk dripping from her breast had increased to a dribbling stream, flowing down along her breast and forming a small white pool on her chest just below her neck.� Vicky pulled her milk-heavy breast to her lips and began to suck.

�� Her efforts were immediately rewarded as her milk began to flow.� It came not with such force that she had trouble swallowing it, but with a steady, pulsing rhythm, filling her mouth quickly enough that she had to swallow continually, but gently enough that she could savor it thoroughly.� I didn't think it would taste like this, Vicky thought, surprised, It's so sweet; all that fruit must have done it; I feel like I'm drinking a milkshake.� My gosh, this must be so fattening.� She began to suck a little harder, her body responding to the encouragement, expressing milk more freely, a steady stream of it now spurting into her mouth.� Vicky felt absolutely content, as if she were some peasant girl from the wine country who had come down that morning to find the wineskins bursting with some sweet new spring vintage and no one but herself around to relieve their pressure.� Ah, could life be any better than this? Vicky mused serenely, a giant peach, two jugs of milk - and me.� Gradually however, it began to dawn upon her that something was not exactly right here, for despite the fact that she had drunk down a good portion of her own abundance, she didn't feel any fuller.� Her belly was not filling out in the least and stranger yet, Vicky noticed, the pressure in her breasts, instead of subsiding, was doing just the opposite.� Worried, she nursed herself more ardently, sucking as hard as she was able, her nipple began to grow sore and tender in her mouth.� By now her breast was beginning to spill out around her arm, while her other one, unrestrained, at last attained such a degree of fatness that Vicky felt it make contact with the stone beneath her.� My milk! she suddenly realized, it's all going right back into my boobs.� It is fattening me up just like I thought it would, it's just that all the fat is going straight into my breasts.� They're already so full of milk though, I can't imagine how enormous they'll be if I drink it all.� It tastes so incredible though, so sweet, I don't know if I can stop myself; I'm not sure if I want to stop.� Well, I'm already trying to make my belly as fat as humanly possible, I may as well have some big balloon boobs to keep it company.

�� And thus embracing temptation with open arms, Vicky hugged her ballooning bosom tightly to her body and sucked lustily at her turgid nipple.� As she swallowed down the cream that now flowed easily into her mouth, Vicky could feel her breasts growing heavier.� Lying on her back without gravity pulling them toward her feet, their own accumulating weight flattened them slightly as they spread across her chest.� Her cleavage, no longer a tight slit squeezed between two towering mountains, opened and spread into a welcoming valley betwixt a pair of soft and rolling hills, rising and trembling now and then her own milk fattened them to ever more awe-inspiring dimensions.� Vicky felt her skin, soft and tender against the palm of her hand, stretching as her breasts grew ever more deliciously burdened.� Indeed, for every ounce of milk that Vicky drained from her breast, she felt her bosom's weight increase by double that amount, and as her bustline expanded, she found she was having to squeeze her breast tighter and tighter just to keep her nipple from slipping from her lips.� As her stream of milk slowed to a dribble, Vicky was startled to feel her other breast pressing gently against her neck.� Quickly Vicky sucked down the last few drops and released her breast, now drained of milk but more than twice as ample as it had been before she began to drink.� She turned her attention to her other breast and stared in wonder.� It was much larger than the first, for not only was it still engorged with milk, but she had just spent the last half hour pumping it full of so much fat that it was now swollen to nearly twice the size of the one she had just finished draining.� It gently trembled in time with her breathing as if it contained an ocean, but just barely.� I should have kept a closer eye on these while I was drinking, Vicky thought, They're just - massive!� How am I going to be able to do any housework with these monsters?� My gosh, and if I drink all the milk in this one too, they'll just get even bigger!� I'll be lucky if I can even walk!� Still, Victoria did have a point last night; even the most ordinary of things will be so deliciously stimulating if I keep indulging my appetites like this.� Why, I can scarcely imagine making breakfast or going to bed with a pair of tits this big, but I have a feeling that it's going to be absolutely wonderful.� Anyways, it wouldn't do to have one bigger than the other now, would it? �No, I suppose I'd best get back to work then.�

Carefully, Vicky drew her breast to her mouth.� Her nipple was fat and puffy, as if it resented being ignored for long while she focused her attentions on its twin, and as she pulled it near to her face, Vicky saw that she was already weeping milk, filled beyond overflowing.� She wrapped her lips around it, and before she had even begun to suck it started to discharge its load of milk into her mouth.� If anything, it was even sweeter to her tongue that the other, and Vicky drank very deeply indeed.� Milk spurted into her mouth, and a burst of fullness surged into her breasts.� Vicky felt their mass bearing down against her chest, her arms, her belly, as they gained more and more weight, and as she felt them begin to press against her chin, Vicky began to feel something else as well.� It was a sort of too-muchness, as if perhaps she might have already loaded her bloated bosom with more fat than it was wise to.� If Vicky saw this as a warning though, she showed no sign of it, but instead took it rather as a challenge, as if she wished to show her mammaries that she would stuff them just as fat as she pleased, regardless of their limits.� The potency of her milk seemed to grow with her determination; her breasts, already lusciously overdeveloped, were forced to expand faster as her body pumped them fuller and fuller.� Oh, I should stop, a small voice in the back of Vicky's mind told her, But I'm sure I can take at least a little more; surely I'm not quite full.� Not just yet.� Her breasts were quivering now, every swallow fattening them by that much more.� They were beginning to grow firmer, and Vicky noticed that they no longer yielded to her touch with quite the same pillowy softness as before.� Soon Vicky could no longer reach her arms around them, and she realized that as soon as she released her cherried nipple from her mouth, it would be forever beyond her reach.� Vicky felt like her tits were being stuffed with fat by the gallon, already she knew that she had overdone it; her breasts, exquisitely swollen, ached with overfullness, her body begging for relief.� But Vicky was determined now that when next she met Victoria, she would be the larger one, with a body so voluptuous that Victoria would fall on her knees before her.� Surely such a goal was worth a little discomfort, and in truth, Vicky found the sensation of her mammaries distending with fat to be curiously arousing.� She forced herself to drink more, and her body forced her breasts to become even larger.� They ballooned with fat, until they were wider by far than her fulsome hips, her figure an hourglass of the most lasciviously inviting proportions imaginable.� They were excruciatingly full now; Vicky's areolae bulged out as the pressure inside her breasts built up.� They began to expand more easily, like a pair of water balloons filled to such excess that they could no longer resist any more, submitting meekly as they inflated to such indecent lusciousness that Vicky could scarcely withstand it. She felt as if she were ready to burst but also knew that just a little of her milk remained.� Her vast melons, swollen with indecent sumptuousness, creaked dangerously, and at last Vicky could take no more.� Her nipple slipped from her wet lips and, setting her titanic breast quaking, it sent a white stream arcing across the sky as the last of her milk sprayed out and fell in fat creamy drops upon her body.� "Darn it!" Vicky huffed as it splattered against her voluptuously over-filled figure, "I wanted to drink all of it.� Oh well, perhaps it's for the best, I feel like if I had any more at all, it would have been more than I could hold.� Oh, I think it's too much already actually; my boobs feel like they're about to pop."� Already though, Vicky was exploring her lavishly immodest curves.� Her worries and concerns melted from her mind as she caressed her silky skin, seduced by how soft her breasts were, even as they still throbbed, stuffed to capacity's utmost limits.� Vicky's skin, still wet with juice and milk, glistened moistly in the sun, lending to her body a brilliant sheen which, as she lay there naked and vulnerable, made her appear like a willing sacrifice laid out to appease the appetites of some ancient and untamed goddess of fertility, save with the twist that rather than being devoured by some ravenous thing, it was her lot to be fattened without mercy by lush and fecund nature, force-fed by the magic of the grove until her body could not possibly hold another drop.� It was a fate which, if her murmured moans of contentment were any sign, she most eagerly surrendered herself to.

Lazily Vicky sat up, her swollen bosom sliding ponderously along her body as the immense weight of her breasts settled upon her flourishing belly, thrusting out beyond it by more than a foot.� Indeed, had her belly been less sumptuously endowed, her milk-sodden mammaries would have covered it completely; but as it was, by some immaculately sensual alchemy, her body had been amplified to the very epitome of womanly beauty, her salient attributes all blown up to consummately balanced luxuriance.� She went to place her hands against the stone to lift her self up, just as she would have done the day before, or any time in her entire life.� This time though, they pressed into the ample expanse of her curvesome hips, which spread out with womanly softness to her either side, giving way behind her to an ass so indecently fattened that Vicky suspected that her breasts were not the only part of her which had been overstuffed to a positively dangerous degree.� Placing her hands further apart on the stone, though even then her hips still rubbed against her wrists, Vicky slid off of the stone and onto the ground.� Her entire body jiggled as she landed, waves of motion rippling though her and filling her with pleasure curled her toes into the wet grass.� "Oh my," Vicky sighed, surprised by the unwieldy weight of her breasts, "I'm so top-heavy now, I'd better be careful if I don't want to pitch over forward.� Though I do suppose it would at least be a very soft landing."� Vicky began to saunter back towards the house, every step a symphony of new and electrifying sensations, her titanic bosom bobbing against her bulging belly and her hips rolling with a wide and welcoming rhythm that only hinted at what boundless pleasures awaited her.

Vicky walked through the orchard with her eyes forward, looking neither left nor right.� What happens if I find another peach in here? she worried, I'm already so stuffed I shouldn't even think about eating anything right now.� If I saw one though, would I be able to help myself or would I just keep eating and eating?� Fortunately though, the grove seemed to be satisfied that she was sufficiently fattened, at least for now, and no other fruits appeared to tempt Vicky from her path.� As she passed beyond its borders and walked down the small hill between orchard and house, the pool hove into view.� It sparkled blue in the bright light of day, and as it caught her eye, Vicky found her steps veering away from the steps up to the house, path leading her to the water's edge.� She discovered that she was giving serious consideration to jumping right in before the possibility had even passed through her knowing mind, such that in an instant, Vicky found herself in the position of trying to talk herself out of going for a dip.� I really shouldn't even be thinking about this. Vicky thought, I'm already much too big- well, much too full at least, to do such a thing.� As she pondered, she rubbed herself thoughtfully.� Her nipples were sore from all her sucking and her breasts felt so delicate and tender, especially underneath where they felt as if they had been force-filled with much more than they could really take.� Any yet, she noted, I'm still all wet and sticky all over.� If I go into the house like this I'm sure I'll be getting juice on everything I touch, and it's still too hot to take a shower.� I'll just slip in for a moment, wash myself off and be out of the water before I can gain another pound, that's what I'll do.� And so Vicky let herself down by the edge of the water and with a little push, slid into the pool.�

� Just like every time she did this, she was surprised as how sublimely sustaining the water felt, and Vicky wondered for a moment whether it was because it was simply one of those things that are so incredible that your mind can't quite write a proper memory of them, or if it was just that the spring was growing stronger, and that every time she felt its power it really was better than every time before.� In a second Vicky was clean and refreshed, in two seconds she had already forgotten that she had meant to climb out as soon as she was in, and in three seconds she was idly wondering how much longer it would take before the pool began to work its nourishing magic.� I really should get out now, Vicky told herself, That's what I said I was going to do, and it's not like I haven't already gone farther this morning than I meant to go.� But maybe I'll just in for a couple of more minutes, just long enough to let it make me a little bit bigger.� Another ten pounds would be nice, especially if it went to my belly.� Or maybe just twenty more, if it all went into my boobs, my nipples would be even more sensitive than they are already, which could be nice this afternoon if I spend some time playing at nothing.� Then again, I don't suppose I'd say no to another thirty, my thighs could probably still stand to be a bit plumper; there's a lot more of me to carry around now, they might as well be nice and thick.� Thirty's such a funny number though, and I'm in no hurry; fifty is nice and round, and I'm sure it wouldn't hurt anything if my butt fattened up a little more.� A woman, after all, can't have too much to show off in that department.� As Vicky thought all this though, imagining her buoyant figure growing ever more buxom, the pool had not yet seen fit to indulge her in her fantasies.� Still the water felt like it was soaking into her, saturating her body with energy, but, and now Vicky herself noticed it too, she felt nothing that would indicate that she had gained so much as an ounce.� That's odd, Vicky wondered, I've been in here for a good five minutes; I ought to be putting on weight by now.� She looked around; everything seemed to be in place.� The water was still cool and fresh, and if anything more luminously blue than yesterday.� A fresh supply still poured from the pipe at the edge of the pool; nothing was missing.� Well, this is weird, Vicky observed, why isn't anything happening? �Everything was right, everything felt right, right down to the energizing tingle of the water against her skin.� No worries then.� It's probably for the best.� Maybe it knows that I've already overdone it today.� I just hope it starts working again later; Victoria's still bigger than me.� Reluctantly, Vicky climbed up out of the pool realizing that if she were any less buoyant she wouldn't have been to pull herself out of the water and made her way, wet and refreshed and wonderful, back up to the house.

Vicky stood in front of her bedroom mirror, agog.� "I'm huge," she whispered to herself, as if hearing the words aloud might help her to grasp the reality of what had happened to her, "I mean, this is what I wanted; it's just so much of it, and so fast."� She was right of course, just a few hours before when she had woken up, hers had been a dramatically different figure.� Vicky had been curvaceous certainly, and with her breasts already swollen with milk, she had boasted a bust that dominated her well-rounded figure.� Now though, this was something else entirely.� To say that Vicky was statuesque did not even begin to cover it.� Her calves were plump and shapely in the extreme, while above her knees, her thighs ballooned out into creamy lusciousness.� Vicky's hips spread out wider yet, so broad that she had to step back a bit for the breadth of her body to fit inside the mirror.� Turning, she discovered that her ass had been so profusely overfilled that it bulged out at least a foot behind her, charmingly dimpled and quaking with fat.� Her belly had gone from being almost nonexistent to being almost indecently huge.� With a roundness that defied gravity it swelled out in front of her; Vicky could hardly believe that it was all hers as she rubbed it, her hands tiny against her own fertile immensity.� I knew I was stuffing myself, Vicky thought, but I didn't think I'd eaten nearly enough to get this size.� This is even better than I hoped; I thought it would take me a few days to get as big as Victoria and now look at me!� Why, a couple more feeding sessions like this one and I'll be so big I can pin her against the wall just with my belly!� Vicky's belly though, sensuously overstuffed as it was, could hardly compare with her most magnificent of assets.� Her breasts were simply massive.� Each one of them was fully two feet across, and so exquisitely swollen that even from behind, they were more than half revealed.� On a woman of less fulsome endowments, they would have hung down to her waist, prevented only by the voluptuous convexity of her belly and the fact that, as heavy as her bosom had become, Vicky's breasts were almost unnaturally round.� Her nipples still rode high, and her boobs kept a subtle a hint of their former perkiness, as if they were still inclined towards pointiness, but had been fattened to such indulgent lusciousness that the only way they could even contain their own immensity was to become the vast and bloated spheres which Vicky now delighted in unabashedly.�

�� "Oh my, this is just so much- muchness," Vicky enthused, "I'm so big and juicy all over now, especially these tits!� Why, I wouldn't be surprised if they each weigh a hundred pounds by now; they're just so fat and heavy!� I think I could just stay here and play with them all day, but I need to figure out why I've stopped growing.� Have I really reached my limits already?� I mean, I know I'm absolutely stuffed and everything, just look at me, but it's just so amazing feeling myself get bigger and bigger; I'd hate to think that this is as far as I can go.� I mean, I know that other women in the family have gotten much fatter than I have; I've seen the pictures.� So what's holding me back?� I'm sure there's an answer around here somewhere, I just need to find it!� Until I do though, I can't just go around naked.� Well, I mean I can, it's my house and all, but I just feel so horny now that if I'm jiggling all over the place I'll never be able to keep my hands to myself.� Well, off myself anyway; keeping my hands to myself sounds pretty nice.� So right then, something to wear; I'm sure there will be something about that might fit a girl of my ever-so-ample charms."

Vicky turned her attention to the closet, from whence she had found the sun dress the day before.� As she went to enter the closet though, she discovered that she no longer quite fit inside anymore.� "Oh dear," she said to herself as she found herself needing to squash her breasts together in order to pass, "Being a big girl comes with all sorts of complications."� Her hips too, were several inches wider than the doorframe. It's a good thing I'm so soft and squishy; it's fun and practical, Vicky thought while wriggling through.� And having at last negotiated the threshold she went directly to the cedar chest.� The piles of papers and clothes and old photo albums seeming to press much closer today than they had before.� Vicky opened the trunk and leaned over it until her fat breasts hung against the smooth wood of its front.� The cold brass of the lock against her flesh sent a little thrill through her chest.� Right then, what else do we have in here that might fit me? she pondered, turning over old stretch pants, a wool navy blanket that still smelled like the sea, a yellowed stack of maps of the orient.� This thing must be bottomless, Vicky thought, leaning over further as she plumbed the depths of the chest, Oh, hang on then, this might be something!� It was indeed something, a thin box, of the sort one gets at department stores.� Vicky lifted the top off of it and smiled, for there, nestled upon a bed on tissue paper, lay a bra and panties that she just knew were what she had been looking for.� They were sort of cream-colored, and from their cut, Vicky could tell that they likely dated from the 50's.� Carefully, she lifted them out of the box.� The bra was definitely made for a woman with a very full figure; its cups looked as though they had been stitched together by someone with a background in zeppelin construction, and in the back it boasted more hooks than a tacklebox.� While the panties, at first blush, looked far too roomy to fit her, when Vicky unfurled them and held them against her body, she found that they were no wider than she was.� Delicate white lace fringed their edges, and clasping them to her bosom with a squeal of girlish delight Vicky turned a little too hastily to go and try them on.� Her bottom collided with a tower of bath towels, and she heard a muffled thunk as something rolled against her foot.� Bending down to see what it was, more carefully this time, Vicky discovered that it was a towel with a bottle of wine wrapped up inside it, evidently sequestered and forgotten long before.� It bore no label, but it certainly looked to be a product of the twentieth century, and when she held it up to the light she could discern through the thick green glass a uniformly dark red fluid inside.� "How lucky for me," Vicky smiled, "This will be just the thing to unwind with tonight!"� And with bottle in one hand and lingerie in the other, she squeezed out the closet door again and set about getting attired.

Dressing herself though, turned out to be more of a challenge than Vicky had anticipated.� All her life she had been able to just step into a pair of panties and pull them up, but now she realized another course of action would be called for.� She was simply too top-heavy to pull them up over her legs without falling forwards, and it was only after she lay on the bed that Vicky began to make progress.� It was easy enough going up to her knees at least, but she found that the only way to slide the panties up over her curvaceous thighs was to sort of pull while kicking her legs, which did get the job done, though it also set her entire body in motion, her belly quaking with alluring fullness and her milk-fed breasts bouncing and jiggling with such lusciousness that Vicky worried that she in danger of smothering herself.� Rising to her feet again, Vicky pulled the panties up the last couple of inches and gave a little gasp of delight, for they hugged her body with such stimulatingly perfect closeness, especially her most intimate of contours, which needed no more than the lightest touch to light the fires of desire within her.� The brassiere was a bit easier to do, for Vicky had once roomed with a girl in college who rejoiced in a voluminous bust, and Vicky had often watched, with slightly greater interest than was perhaps appropriate, as she dressed herself in the morning.� She started with it on backwards, and just under her breasts, where her middle was at its narrowest.� Even this proved no easy task though, as she had to continually push her breasts outwards lest their ponderous bulk obscure her view entirely.� At last Vicky got the final clasp attached and after working the bra around her body, she was ready to pour herself into it.� Even this was a challenge however, as she was obliged to hold the bra at the ready with one hand, leaving the other one to try and slip her breast into it.� Vicky was unable to lift it though, so fat and heavy had her bosom become, and it was still so supple and yielding that she found it tended to slide in every direction except where she intended it to.� On top of that, her breasts were still so freshly overfilled that they remained very tender indeed, and as she struggled with them, Vicky found herself growing more and more aroused.� Finally though, with a plop her breast slid into the cup, and now that she had mastered the art, Vicky found that her other breast did not put up so much of a fight, and sliding her plump arms through the shoulder straps, she turned once more to admire herself.

�� She was absolutely ravishing.� The panties gave her a bit more coverage than something of a more modern design might, but Vicky was pleased with it, for they still displayed an ample and expansive view of her lusciously huge rear, while concealing enough that it could easily be seen that what was revealed was but the merely portion of a derriere fattened to such trembling overfullness that it seemed a miracle that it could be confined by any undergarments at all.� The bra somehow managed to make Vicky's bosom seem even more immense.� It supported her breasts, lifting them up off her round belly just enough to make her profile more awe-inspiring that it was already.� It was just a couple of inches of lift, but it made her bust jut in front of her body imposingly, as if her prodigiously fulsome figure challenged the world to stand before her; to behold her sensual beauty and submit to it.� Thus supported, Vicky's breasts bulged gently out of their cups, the smooth upper slope of each being lent a beguiling convexity by its support.� The lace tickled Vicky's skin, touching her like a spring breeze as she breathed and her breasts rose and subsided in the confines of the bra.� Vicky's entire body seemed charged with sexual energy.� The bra and panties, though they fit her perfectly, at the same time seemed barely to contain her, as if the raw, massive womanliness of her body might at any moment split them asunder to lay her bare, lush, and insatiable.� Vicky realized now that as sexy as it felt to be nude, there was a certain ambivalence about nakedness.� Whether she was proud of her body or ashamed, when she was absolutely unclothed they looked very much the same.� The very act of wearing something though, was a choice, a choice that declared how she saw herself.� No one could see her now and doubt that she was very pleased with herself indeed.� Like some voluptuous valkyrie she stood there, every luscious inch of her body dripping with sensuality.� The way she dressed left no room for doubt at all; Vicky was all woman, large and lusty and for the first time in her life, absolutely sure of herself.� "You know, I think I'll just wear this for now," Vicky decided, "it's too hot to put on anything else right now anyway, and besides, I've never felt so sexy before in my life!� Oh, this is just too good to stop," she sighed, arching her back as she ran her fingers through her fiery mane of hair, "I don't care how stuffed I am, I want more!� Why won't that spring make me even sexier than I already am?� Maybe if I head back to the orchard and eat some more- No, my belly is already fit to burst; there must be something I'm missing..." As her voice trailed off, Vicky's eye happened to fall on the diary at her bedside.� "Of course!" she exclaimed, her body quivering with such enthusiasm that even her bra and panties seemed on the verge of being overwhelmed by her vast and tremulous figure.� "If anything can tell me how to keep getting bigger, it'll be Victoria's diary!"� And so Vicky snatched up the book, installed herself amidst the tangled covers of the bed, and opened it up to the page where she had left off the day before.

� Dear Diary,

���� I did mean to write sooner than this, but this week has been by turns both indescribably wonderful and terribly frustrating.� I should perhaps begin at the beginning.� Last week, as I am sure you will recall, Millie and I spent an entire day out in the pond and well, (how best to put it?) we discovered much to my surprise and her delight that she is endowed with a constitution naturally inclined to make the most of the gifts which the spring bestows.� Which is to say, in short, that before my very eyes she went from being as thin as a willow tree to possessing such an exceptional degree of buxomness as to put her in the same general category as myself, a result which thrilled her to no end, and though it kindled in my own breast ever so slight a feeling of jealousy at seeing her burst right out of her bathing clothes; though I imagine that as I have daily access to the spring's salubrious gifts and Millie is here for less than a month, it is wholly fitting that she be able to get the most from such a brief exposure.� At any rate, we are both quite certain that her husband, my dear cousin Wilbur, will be ever so pleased with her added dimensions. Indeed, before that very night was over, Millie had extracted from me a promise that in the week remaining before she had to leave, we would take every opportunity to spend more time in the water, as she has developed a consuming interest in seeing just how delectably voluptuous she can become.� Indeed, she has told informed me, with such conspiratorial solemnity that I still do not know quite how seriously to take it, that it is her goal to become so bountifully endowed that when she goes to board the train home, she will have to trade in her compartment for space on the flatbed car.� I hope she knows what she intends to do, but in the interest of making both her and her husband happy, I agreed to spare no effort to see that she departs from here so stuffed to the gills that Wilbur will require a map and compass to find his way around her hills and valleys.� But thereby hangs the tale.

��� As happy as we both were with Millie's beguiling embonpoint, Mother was absolutely scandalized when we came down to dinner, both in high spirits, rosy-cheeked and spilling out of our clothes.� Well, she didn't say a word all through the meal (not that Millie or I did either; a day in the spring seemed to have stimulated both our appetites and I am sure that between us we put away more food than everyone else at the table combined.� Well, halfway through dessert, the waistband of my dress gave out with such explosive force that its buckle shot across the table and struck the chandelier.� Millie, who had been very liberal with her wine, found this endlessly amusing, and laughed so hard that I could hear her corset splitting from across the table.� Father, who I suspect is proud of us as much as anything, merely sat there with that sphinxlike smile of his but Mother- oh she sat there stony silent and turned so many shades of lividness as I cannot even describe.� Since then, well, we have found it absolutely impossible to get on with our mission, Millie and I, for Mother has been using every pretext imaginable (and some which I would not have imagined) to keep us from the pool.� As a result, though Millie and I have still endlessly enjoyed each other's company, we failed utterly to advance her goal as the days ticked idly by.� At least, until today.

��� As it so happens, (and I should have known this myself but with all that has been going on recently it had slipped wholly from my mind) today was race day in town, and Father never misses an opportunity to go out and see the horses.� Mother was inclined to stay at home, but he was stern with her as he seldom is, and was most insistent that she accompany him.� What is more, he gave the servants the day off, and before heading out on the buckboard he told me, with what was almost certainly a wink, that he hoped that Millie and I should spend the day well, as tomorrow she would be travelling and a relaxing day to replenish her energies would be quite the thing.� Well, we could not believe our luck, and the second everyone was out beyond the orchard we both dashed for the spring like a couple of girls reprieved from their chores for the day.� No bathing suits for us today.� For one thing, I'm not sure if we even have any left in the house that would fit us, well-favored as we have become, and Millie wanted nothing that might restrain her from getting as big as she possibly could.� As a result, we soon were both running down the steps behind the house, giddy with excitement and naked as the day we were born.� I imagine we were quite a sight, for though of course, I could not watch myself, Millie was they very shape of poetry in motion as we raced across the stones and leapt into the shimmering waters.� Suddenly being in the spring after a week deprived of it was like a long deep drink of water after a dry and dusty week in the desert, and immediately I felt it soaking into my body as if the spring had missed me as well.� As for Millie, well, no sooner had I heard her give a moan of delight so wanton it made me glad that we were alone than I saw that once again, she appeared to be soaking it up like a sponge.� Her bosom, already bounteous in the extreme, was rising higher and higher in the water as the spring saturated her.� As she drew nearer to me, I was amazed to feel her body pressing against mine below the surface of the water; I could feel her belly slipping wetly against my bare skin as her figure growing more generous even than my own.

Again I was all but speechless, for never have I seen the spring work with such potency upon a woman's charms, but Millie was beside herself with happiness, and we passed the long, happy hours of the day paddling around the pool, splashing at each other and even wrestling with one another in a way that I found curiously exciting, as if I were one indulging in a forbidden pleasure.� If Millie had any misgivings though, she did not show them, though what she did show was impressive enough in its own right.� As the sun crept lazily across the sky, I felt myself filling out delightfully, and I should not be the least bit surprised if by the time afternoon had settled in I had not added another fifty pounds to my figure, and every one of them in the most boundlessly satisfying places.� Millie though, had eclipsed me utterly.� Her bosom was so swollen that she could no longer even swim properly, depending instead on her more than ample buoyancy to keep her head above water.� Her hips reminded me of a statue of some ancient fertility idol I once saw at the natural history museum, though Millie's had clearly been formed along much more generous lines, and when she lay back in the water she displayed a belly so colossally enlarged that it stole my breath away.� I bobbed there in the water, gaping in amazement at Millie, sure that the was about to tell me that she had had enough, that she couldn't bear to gain another ounce or add another inch to her measurements and wouldn't I please help her out of the water before she became even more suggestively immense than she already was.� Instead though, she looked at me, threw back her head and laughed, as carefree and happy as any creature on this earth.

� Well now, it does not make me proud to commit what followed to paper, but I felt myself growing very cross with Millie.� Who was she?, I asked myself, to come to my house, my spring, in need of my help, and then by some cruel quirk of fate to fatten herself in the space of two weeks to an extent that made me burn with envy and then, heaped upon all these other things, that when she ought by all rights be begging me to help her out of the water before it rendered her immobile, she was instead laughing at me.� I was distinctly out of humor, I will tell you, and in a fit I threw myself at Millie.� She was still in mid-laugh as I collided with her and held her face in the water, thinking to teach her a lesson.� Imagine my surprise though, when almost immediately her already Junoesque figure began to grow yet more over-filled.� Her bosom inflated like the hot air balloon at the state fair; I even fancied that I heard it creaking the same way.� I saw the valley between her most womanly of mountains widening as her belly expanded fantastically, soon reaching such a degree of repletion that I began to wonder if after this Millie might need to commission her whalebone corsets from a shop that trafficked in an altogether larger species of whale.� And as I had taken her from behind when I threw myself at her, I felt Millie's bottom developing in a very similar manner.� As she grew increasingly broad in the beam I felt her body softly billowing against my own.� Millie's flesh seemed to ripple as she plumpened, the touch of her blossoming callipygian charms against my body once more filling me with sinful curiosity.� I realized suddenly that I had been holding her head under the water for a good minute by now, and letting go, I was greatly relieved to see that Millie came up smiling.� I was about to address her, to apologize for my most ungracious behavior, when with a lusty cry of battle she turned upon me, knocking me nearly senseless with her massive prow and as I struggled to regain myself she dove on top of me and held me under the water.� I struggled, I tried to cry out, but there was only water all around, and before I knew it, I had swallowed a sizeable draught of it.� Everything in me told me that I should be drowning, but to my amazement, I discovered I was fine.� More than fine in fact, for as I felt the coolness of the water I had drank spread through my body, I felt it beginning to affect me wondrously.� I swallowed more, and more after that, and soon it began to work its magic upon me in a most delightful fashion.� I felt myself growing, far faster than I ever had before, my skin tingling as I became more buxom than I had dreamed possible.� I was getting full, so very full as my bosom grew increasingly replete before my very eyes.� I could only imagine how incomparably full Millie must have felt, for she was still vastly better-favored than I, though I did my utmost to close the gap.� I drank on, insatiably as a woman possessed, becoming fatter and fatter until even my nether parts began to grow indecently forswollen and I found myself lost in the delirium of my own billowing body.� I should likely have stayed under until I had drank the entire pool were it not for the fact that Millie at length pulled my head out of the water as she had sensibly judged that I had had enough.�

���� I floated there for a moment, astounded at how full and fertile of flesh we had both become.� Though face to face there were a full four feet between us, I felt the softness of Millie's body sliding against my own.� I searched for words as she gazed back at me, as if appraising herself of how much larger she was than me.� Evidently the difference was not so great as she desired it to be however, for just as I opened my mouth to speak, Millie once more smiled and dove beneath the glimmering surface of the spring.� Straightaway, of course, Millie's womanly charms began to swell.� At first I could do no more than stare in wonder, for I felt as if my body could hold no more, and Millie already being larger, must be commensurately more sensible of her fullness, but it seemed to make no difference to her as she gave herself over to the pleasures of excess.� Bosom and belly, every bit of her seemed to be growing bigger and rounder as she drank, loading herself with more and more until I began to wonder just how much more of this a woman's body could bear.� I struggled to reach her, to stop her from drinking any more, but I was still enervated from my own amplification and it seemed that everywhere I touched Millie she was too round and soft and slippery to gain any kind of useful purchase.� At last I drew her face above the water again, she smiled beamishly, her eyes glinting blue as if she had taken so much of the spring's substance into herself that its magic shone from them, and her face bore a look of satisfaction that left me in no doubt that she had accomplished her goal, to her boundless satisfaction.� As I helped her pull herself out of the water, I was almost blinded by Millie's radiance.� She seemed to me like some lusty and fondlesome Venus, emerging from foam of the sea, and I was so overpowered by her beauty that I nearly let her hand slip from my own.� Fortunate though that I held on, for if Millie had fallen back into the water again, I suspect she would have availed herself of the opportunity to bump herself up to ever greater fulsomeness, though however vast her limits are, I cannot but think that Millie must be fast approaching them.

���� It was a struggle, I don't mind telling you, getting the both of us out of the water and back up to the house.� My lower limbs, though they were thicker by far than they had been, seemed all wobbly beneath me, and Millie was in even more desperate straits, barely able to support her added weight.� Step by step though, we toddled back into the house and up to my room, though I did have to do a bit of pushing to get her through the bedroom door and into bed.� As I locked the door and turned around though, something happened to me the likes of which I had never before experienced.� I saw Millie lying there in a strange new light.� Her eyes still gleamed blue, and her blonde hair fell in fat, loose ringlets about her plump shoulders.� I began to realize just how monumental she had allowed herself to become.� Her bosom spread almost as wide as the bed, heaving and trembling with her labored breath.� Her belly rose skywards, distended beyond belief, so full and taut that I should have been afraid to touch it, while about her hips and hindquarters Millie had broadened to such prodigious proportions that it seemed to me unlikely that she should ever find a chair made to fit her again, not that she would miss such comforts, being so enormously well-cushioned behind and beneath.� I felt strange; my heart raced, and my loins burned like a furnace of desire.� It scared me more than a little, for while I have ever been a young woman for virtue insofar as carnal matters are concerned, I had never even entertained the notion of looking upon a woman as I now found myself looking upon dear, sweet, Millie.� I dimly recalled old family rumors, spoken of only in hushed tones that certain of my female relations had at times surrendered themselves to the temptations of sapphism, but even as I fought with myself, I saw Millie looking back at me with the same hunger I felt and I knew in my heart that this night would belong to something other than my maidenly virtue.

���� It would, I think, be most unseemly to describe in full what next transpired, but suffice it to say that it was an experience unlike and beyond any other in my life, not only because I have been, up to this night, a stranger to the physical act of love, but also because Millie and I found that our sensibility of touch is, as result of our recent feeding up, in all places greatly magnified.� We lay together for I know not how many hours, and brought one other to the apex of passion more times than I can count.� Even in the small hours of the night as I write this, Millie slumbers ravished amidst the bedclothes, bare and beautiful, and I find myself seized with a sadness almost as perplexing as my earlier desire.� It is not, I am sure, regret of any sort, for this day has enriched me in ways undreamt of, and were Millie to awaken even now to wriggle her bewitching charms at me I would surely hasten slavishly to lie with her again.� Nor is it that I regret surrendering Millie once more to the affections of her loving husband, who will surely be more than willing to furnish her with all the attention that she deserves.� It is, I suppose, simply that this newly found closeness, this fresh intimacy, makes me only more acutely aware of how alone I am.� There is no man here in town who has yet captured my heart, and our family is not wealthy enough that any who did not truly love me would even try.� No other woman here shares my lustful inclinations or my appetite for the pleasures of the spring.� It makes me very sad, almost as if tomorrow when Millie leaves I shall be even more lonely than I was before she arrived, which is silly of course, for not only have I gained a friend and kindred spirit, but one who has introduced me to wonders unto which I was previously unacquainted.� Still, how I wish that I had a Millie of my own to be my consort, one willing to share my dreams and frivolities, as well as my bed.� All the same, one never knows what the future may bring, and I am a very patient girl when I have to be.� I do console myself with the thought that in the morning Mother will have returned and see how lapped in luxury we have both become in her absence; I am sure she will be absolutely beside herself!� I must be off to bed then, for though there is hardly room enough in bed for Millie, I imagine she will not mind if I spread myself upon her to sleep and dream of the day that fortune brings me someone who knows what to do with a buxom and headstrong young woman, whose only faults are the habit of outgrowing her clothes, and a tendency to be ever so naughty when her mother is out of town.

�� The rest of the page was empty, and though she was curious to read of Victoria's mother's reaction the next morning, Vicky felt she had more than enough to think about for now.� How very sad, Vicky thought as she laid the book aside and stared up at the ceiling, I had no idea that Victoria was so lonely.� I guess I had just assumed that she spent all her days attending cotillions and garden parties and carrying on with rakish Rhett Butler types.� Though this certain does explain a few things.� Vicky closed her eyes, letting the afternoon sun which filtered through the trees outside her window cast its dappling light upon her body.� It was sad, but also strangely heartening, for things seemed now to be falling into place.� Ever since she had learned of her dubious inheritance, Vicky had been wondering if it meant something, if this was all leading somewhere, or if it was merely a detour from her life's purpose, simply a bunch of stuff that happened.� Now at last Vicky began to understand why her path had brought her here.� It was not merely a diversion from the responsibilities of life, nor a journey solely for her own pleasure (though surely pleasure was a big and growing part of it), more deeply, she had been looking for someone to connect with, and here she had discovered that for ever so much longer, so had Victoria.� Vicky opened her eyes, feeling herself suddenly seized with the passion that a new quest brings.� "Well," she announced to the bedroom, rising to her feet, "If Victoria is looking for a woman to share her bed and her appetites, then I'd better make sure that I am equal to the task.� It certainly wouldn't do to disappoint if she's used to a woman as big as Millie, and now I know how to fatten myself up properly!"

�� All Vicky's worries about getting too big had instantly dissolved; the almost painful tenderness of her swollen breasts and the sumptuous overfullness of her belly were forgotten as she ran downstairs, her hips undulating roundly with every step and her luscious bottom jiggling as if it had been pumped full to bursting with jello.� Vicky was a woman on a mission now though, and the riot of sensations coursing through her body only registered to her as a pleasant background hum of stimulation that, rather than warning her away from plumping herself up to even greater repletion, enticed her all the more, as if every sensuous inch of her body murmured temptations to her, promising that every bit more that she stuffed into her voluptuous figure, every pound that Vicky forced into her bloated belly or her soft and creamy thighs would only pay dividends in the purest of earthly delights.� Vicky swept through the kitchen like a buxom goddess, snatching up a crystal water pitcher in her hand as she passed through, the floorboards creaking just a little beneath the burden carried by her delicate feet.� A second later and she stood once again in the fresh air of the day, the smells of the orchard and the magnolias and the verdant boxwoods surrounding the patio mingling into an intoxicatingly antique perfume of tameless life.

Vicky rushed down the steps with such unbridled enthusiasm that by the time she reached the edge of the pool, her entire body was aquiver with anticipation, a flush of pink spreading across the trembling flesh of her bosom.� The pitcher in her hand grew cloudy with condensation in the moist air of the afternoon; cold drops ran down the handle, dribbling along Vicky's fingers and plopping onto the well-worn stone beneath her feet.� Carefully Vicky set the pitcher down on a mossy patch nearby.� Arms behind her, she arched her back to reach the clasp of her bra, her breasts jutting out with such spectacular prominence that Vicky was more than a little worried that she might topple right over into the water.� In a minute though the job was done; Vicky shrugged her plump shoulders with a lissome grace and just as quickly her fondlesome breasts were liberated, hanging heavily against her comely body.� With a flick of her wrist, Vicky released the bra; it fluttered shapelessly to the ground beside her, settling on the stone like a deflated balloon.� She rolled the panties down over the soft expanse of her hips and then down her legs and just past her knees where her calves yet remained slender enough that the garment dropped off her with no further help, and stepping out, Vicky stood, naked and beautiful at the very lip of the pool.� With a triumphant smile, she slid into the water.

���� A moment later Vicky bobbed to the surface, her red hair plastered against her face, clinging wet and tangled to her shoulders and the upper surface of her buoyant bosom.� Alright then, Vicky thought to herself, time to see if this will work as well for me as it did for Victoria and Millie.� She swam to the water's edge, and taking up the pitcher, dipped it into the pool.� As Vicky lifted it up out of the spring, she was struck by the way the water within it scintillated so hypnotically, so luminously blue and obviously seething with magic that Vicky wondered for a moment whether she might not be wise to start by drinking just a little, maybe a glass or two just to be safe.� Such qualms however, were quickly overwhelmed by her desire to get even bigger; bigger than Victoria, bigger even than Millie, if such a thing were possible.� Her eyes glinting with the reflected light of the pool, Vicky opened her mouth, raised the pitcher to her lips, and poured its contents into herself.� Instantly a flash of vivifying coolness of spread through her body, radiating out from her stomach to her fingertips.� The energizing effect of the water was multiplied tenfold above what Vicky had grown accustomed to, but she did not have long to savor the sensation before the water's potency began to assert itself in more obvious ways.

�� Her belly began to feel full, very full, as if Vicky had just downed a couple of gallons instead of merely a pitcherful, but placing her hand against it, Vicky was amazed to discover that she had grown no larger.� Intrigued by this unexpected turn, Vicky quickly drew forth another pitcher of water, gulped it down, and paused to see if this one might affect her more.� She felt the pressure inside her building, teasing at her femininity from within.� Vicky felt the same sense of fullness beginning to suffuse other parts of her body; her breasts felt rather akin to the way they felt when they wanted milking, while her bottom simply felt somewhat more overstuffed than it already was.� Once again though, unless her senses deceived her, Vicky didn't believe that she had added so much as an inch to her girth.� Still more puzzled than anything, Vicky did the only thing that made sense; she drank another.� As soon as it had passed her lips, Vicky felt it happening again.� A feeling of indescribable overfullness washed through her.� She felt as if she had guzzled down ten gallons of water, her belly straining to hold it all.� Her breasts felt almost as full as they had the night before when they had been so laden with milk that Vicky had been pinned to the couch by their weight, and she felt as if her behind had been forced to take in another hundred pounds of fat.� Exploring her body yet again though, Vicky found herself unchanged.� Far from being filled beyond capacity, her belly was just as plump and soft as it had been before she had the first drink, while her breasts, though already lusciously heavy, were just as soft and supple as they had ever been, though from within, they felt as if they were stretched absolutely tight.�

What's going on here? Vicky wondered, It isn't that the spring just isn't working, because something is definitely happening to me.� I ought to be swelling up like a balloon; so what's the deal here?� I feel so full already, I'm almost afraid to drink any more.� And this sensation of- pressure, it's really starting to get me turned on.� What happens if I keep drinking like this?� Is it going to build up until I finally do start getting bigger again, or am I just going to keep feeling as if I am?� I really don't think I should keep messing around with this until I understand what's going on with my body here, though I do hate giving up.� I'm just missing something is all, something that Victoria did right that I'm getting wrong.� Oh well, just one more try for good measure and then I'll call it a night and go in.� After all, I have accomplished plenty today.� Why just this morning I was merely stacked, and now I've plumped myself up to a more satisfyingly pneumatic condition.� Still, I do hate leaving a thing half-done, and it isn't as if I could ever get TOO curvy for my own good, so let's just hope that is one does the trick.

�� One last time, Vicky filled up the pitcher.� Even lifting it out of the water was a challenge, for whatever was happening to her had rendered her entire body so sensitive that her arms sliding against the skin of her glistening bosom aroused her to distraction.� Vicky downed the pitcher and waited.� Her belly seemed intolerably full, so overloaded that Vicky didn't dare to touch herself.� Her breasts felt as if they were overflowing with milk, so intense was the pressure inside of them.� With a sigh, and a twinge of regret that she hadn't had the sense to stop earlier, Vicky made to paddle to the edge of the water, feeling foolish that she was now stuck with a body that was no more buxom, but so sensitive she could hardly move without bringing sending waves of bliss coursing through her more delicate regions.� As soon as she kicked her legs though, an eruption of bliss seemed to explode inside of her as the motion of her thighs and the soft heaviness of her body brought her to climax.� "Oh-" Vicky gasped.� Her strength failing her, her mouth dipped for a moment beneath the surface of the pool.� Vicky felt the cool water flow past her lips, just barely a mouthful.� It was enough though, and suddenly Vicky felt the power which she had drank with such careless thirst unleashed within her body.

��� It started with a curious sensation of freedom, as if Vicky had suddenly slipped out of a straitjacket that she hadn't even known she was wearing.� She had little time to dwell on this particular feeling though, for almost instantly she felt a thrill of exhilaration explode inside of her, like the feeling she always got after the interminable ride up the first hill of a roller coaster, when suddenly the train crested the peak and the world seemed to rush towards and away from her so blindingly fast that it was impossible to think about it, and all but impossible to hold on.� Feeling a little dizzy, Vicky pressed her hands against her stomach, and realized that she was growing.� Even as Vicky tried to take in what was happening to her, she found her hands being pushed apart as her belly expanded at a feverish pace.� Up to this point, whenever she had found herself growing it had been a process which, while miraculously fast compared the normal course of nature, had proceeded at a speed which Vicky felt was at least nominally within her control.� True, there had been a few moments here and there where she found herself growing faster than she might have preferred, but overall it had been an agreeably gradual process.� She had enjoyed the luxury of feeling her body develop at a perceptible but modest rate, leaving her free to savor every pound gained and inch added to her curvaceous form.� This was a different thing altogether, and Vicky realized that rather than slowly putting on more and more, it was as if she had wound herself up as tight as she could go and then released all the tension in the spring at once.

Vicky's belly surged outwards, engorging with ever-increasing fullness against the palms of her hands.� She expected that in just a few seconds of this would bring her to her limit, that she would feel her belly growing taut as she rapidly reached the point where she could grow no larger, but Vicky soon found, to her surprise, that this was not so.� Instead she realized that the lush curve of her blossoming belly was becoming steadily more soft and sensuous.� Vicky felt her fingers sinking more deeply into her burgeoning middle.� She felt like a girl stretching a rubber band only to discover than the farther she stretched it, the stretchier it became.� Even in the few moments that had passed since this began, all possibility of being able to reach all the way around her belly had been exceeded; trying to encircle her lavishly fattened middle left a gap more than a foot wide between her hands, her belly button growing deeper as fat poured into her belly.� Vicky felt like it was being pumped into her at a gallon a second.� Her belly swelled softly against the tender underside of her bosom, spreading her breasts apart and lifting them higher until they began to rise out of the water.� Already Vicky was sure that were she sitting down, her belly would project out past her knees, and it showed no sign of stopping.� Vicky worried, How much more am I going to gain?� I can't let myself get too big right now; I won't be able to climb out of the pool!� Oh, I'm starting to feel so full too; how much more of this can my tummy take?� The spring however, seemed to share none of Vicky's doubts, and with a powerful surge her belly ballooned larger and larger.� Vicky pressed her hands into its lush abundance; she could feel her skin stretching as her body filled with fat, her belly becoming wider until she could no longer properly wrap her arms around it even in part, but could only press them against its soft, swollen sides.� Its fulsome curve crept steadily downward as she grew; Vicky felt her body tingling with pleasure as her belly grew closer and closer to her already inflamed womanhood, like a lit match slowly drawing nearer to a keg full of dynamite.� Vicky was becoming very full indeed now, she could feel her belly growing tighter as she ran out of room; still it felt soft to her touch, but she had no doubts that she was already overfilled to an alarming degree.�

�� All the little thrills coursing through Vicky's body as she became more wonderfully voluptuous in a dozen different ways suddenly seemed to fade.� Vicky realized that while all this had been happening, her belly had at last shuddered to a halt.� It was nearly as large as Victoria's had been the night before, throbbing and brimming over, so lusciously immense that Vicky worried that even now she might not be able to lift herself out of the water.� Her concerns were interrupted, however, as she felt the spring's power choose a new target.� With the same wild energy that had stuffed her belly to such luscious repletion, Vicky's ass began to expand.

�� She felt it growing behind her, the spring's power filling her with such eagerness that Vicky was sure she was gaining at least ten pounds a second; and every ounce of it was going straight to her jigglesome posterior.� Her hips broadened to womanly perfection, the hourglass quality of her figure, lately diminished by her belly's expansion, rapidly reasserted itself with interest gained.� Vicky shivered with pleasure as her bottom grew more enormous with each passing moment.� Sumptuously huge, it swelled to such supple and yielding convexity that Vicky felt as if she couldn't possibly grow any bigger.� Even floating in the water, Vicky could feel herself gaining weight, growing heavier and heavier as her thighs expanded with fat.� Delightfully sleek at her knees, her legs fattened gorgeously as they rose towards her waist, expanding to the most fulsome of dimensions the closer they were to Vicky's overstuffed derriere.� If this keeps up much longer I'm not even going to be able to stand up straight, Vicky thought, not so much worried though, as merely curious, almost eager to find out how full the spring was going to make her, And everything down there is so sensitive now, it's starting to make me really horny.� Vicky felt her thighs rippling with fat, jiggling as the currents of the water caressed her fattening figure. �Vicky's felt as if her bottom was beginning to get too full now.� The spring was stuffing her with so much, so fast that Vicky felt as if her body could hardly keep up, her tender derriere stretching as fast as it could as the spring forced her body to accept more.� Vicky reached back to find out just how vast she had become, but much like her belly, her bottom had become so huge that all she could do was touch the sides of her burgeoning behind, feeling it quivering with barely-contained immensity against her fingertips as she grew.� A lustful moan escaped Vicky's lips; it was all simply too much, too arousing to even try to keep control of herself.� As Vicky surrendered any pretense of self-control, the spring abandoned the quaking flesh of her seat and began to expend itself on the one part of her body that was not yet stuffed to the absolute limit.

� Like a dam giving way before an onrushing flood, Vicky felt it surging into her breasts.� They shuddered, unprepared for this assault, as the spring's power gushed into them.� For a moment Vicky's breasts, already tender from their most recent filling, already so full that Vicky could hardly bear to touch them, seemed to resist, pushing back against this new onslaught.� It was too much to oppose though, like trying to stop a raging river with a teacup, and Vicky's bosom, already lusciously bloated, surrendered to the irresistible power working within her body.� Her breasts inflated like a pair of balloons, filling with fat so quickly that Vicky could hear them expanding, soft and helpless to stem the tide that poured into them.� Vicky felt her nipples slide out of reach, carried out beyond her grasp by the growth of her massive globes.� Before now, Vicky's breasts had always grown at a rate her body could handle, her nipples remaining pert and rosy as her bosom grew ever more ample.� Now though, her areolae began to stretch as her breasts struggled to contain the enormous overlavishness being given to them.� No longer simply bigger than her hand, her areolae stretched until their ruby red gave way to a sort of bubblegum pink, doubling in diameter as her breasts bloated.� Vicky moaned with unbridled hunger as her massive mammaries expanded, too delirious with delight to worry about how much more of this she could possibly take.� At any rate, it wouldn't have mattered even if she did, for the spring sought no permission from her, it asked not if her tremblingly overfilled tits could hold any more but forced her breasts to accept all that it chose to bestow.� Overcome by pleasure, Vicky's body sank lower into the water, the buoyancy of her billowing bosom keeping her head above the surface.� It was a strange feeling, for while Vicky had grown used to the enormous weight of her bosom, it was another sensation entirely to feel it lifting her body, pulling her up in the water as if her breasts were filled with helium.� It felt most unnatural to her, but Vicky quickly discovered that she rather enjoyed it.� At last, all the water she had swallowed seemed to have spent its power.� Her breasts slowly stopped growing, still bobbing and trembling with repletion, so huge that if Vicky wanted to see beyond them she had to push them down into the water in front of her.

�� Oh, that was incredible, Vicky thought to herself; she had come so many times she had lost count, her inner fires now cooling just enough for her to think, I never thought it would work like that!� I'm so huge now, I can hardly wait to get out of the water and see how big everything's gotten.� I bet I'm almost as big as Victoria now...� Vicky stopped as mused for a second.� She knew that if she were much bigger she would have no hope of getting out of the water; even now it seemed doubtful that she had the strength to heave herself over the lip of the pool.� At the same time, she found herself longing for the intimacy that she and Victoria had shared the night before, an impassioned connection that she now knew Victoria thirsted for just as ardently as herself.� And of course, she now knew that Victoria burned especially for a woman of truly Junoesque voluptuousness.� Vicky felt temptation bewitching her; her desire to get even bigger overtook her like an addiction, but such an enchanting one, where every new high was more breathtakingly splendorous than the last.� A small pool of water lay in the valley between her breasts, like a welcoming harbor, an oasis for the thirsty.� Vicky knew that she was already absolutely stuffed, and that allowing herself to indulge further would surely be tempting fate.� She could not imagine how it would feel to fill herself with even more.� As she dipped her face into the water, Vicky knew the sensible thing would be to get out now and come back tomorrow.� As she opened her mouth, she knew this was most unwise.� And as she took a deep drink and felt the magic coursing through her body, she only knew that she wanted more.�

�� All at once she felt it happening to her now, her entire body seized by the spring's power.� Vicky felt the skin of her breasts growing taut, as if they could barely be made to contain any more.� Still they fattened though, their undulant jiggling giving way to quivering overfullness as they shimmered wetly in the sun.� Vicky felt her belly expanding as fat coursed directly into it.� Sumptuously huge, it was growing even more spectacular, as if every drop of the surrounding garden's fertility were being stuffed into it, forcing Vicky's body to contain an Eden's worth of abundance.� Bewitchingly distended, it lifted her fattening breasts up higher, the pressure within her massaging and tantalizing Vicky's inmost parts.� As her hips broadened, Vicky's ass fattened to ever more indulgent opulence, trembling as it neared its limit, inflating with fat until even her lushly plumped up thighs seemed modest in comparison, and Vicky grew concerned as to whether it was going to be entirely safe to sit upon, so awfully full had it become.

��� It stopped once more, and again Vicky tried to take a measure of her indecently overfed figure.� Surely, she thought, she was as big as Victoria now, perhaps even bigger.� At the same time, a little voice in her mind seemed to whisper that she could surely hold just a bit more, tempting her with the attendant pleasures of finally being even more voluptuous than Victoria, driving the object of her desire wild with a body of such incomparable curvaceousness, and her own delights growing more exquisite the more buxom she became.� Vicky took another drink, but just a small one.

Almost the instant the water had passed her lips, Vicky felt herself expanding again.� Already her breasts felt as if they were filled to bursting, and as a fresh surge of magic loaded them with fat Vicky heard her mammoth mammaries beginning to creak like a pair of overinflated balloons.� Alluringly distended, they shone pale in the light of the setting sun, Vicky's areolae bulging out from her overladen globes, her nipples stiffening from the unbearable pressure within her.� Oh, I've gone too far this time, Vicky thought with concern as her breasts, like two billowing pink flesh balloons, pressed more insistently against her arms.� I should have stopped after that last drink.� There's no way I can hold this much; my boobs are ready to pop!� It was too late to do anything about it now though; Vicky had already set things in motion and all that she could do was wait while the spring had its way with her magnificently swollen body.� Her belly groaned, billowing bigger and bigger as fat pumped into it.� It throbbed, stretching out wider and wider at her sides, filling lower until its fertile curve at last reached Vicky's burning loins.� "Mmmmmm," Vicky murmured, her body wracked with pleasure made all the more potent because she knew she ought to be afraid, Oh, whatever happens to me, this is worth it, right here.� I can't wait to just lie back and let Victoria have her way with me.� I hope she takes her time, I want to savor ever second of it, I want to feel her kissing every inch of me!� Her ass, already lavishly overstuffed, was fattening to unbelievable dimensions.� Rounder and more enormous it grew, until it was wider even than Vicky's womanly hips, expanding as the spring made sure that Vicky was going to be at least as awe-inspiring from the rear as in front, in the process forcing her to gain so much weight that Vicky was sure that she had gained far more than she could take.� Each second though she felt herself stuffed to a degree of fullness she could never have dreamed of in her wildest flights of fancy.� Every moment she dared to hope that she could take just a little bit more, that Victoria would have to fall down before Vicky as a pilgrim before a tender goddess, overflowing with blessings to bestow upon those who aroused her interest.� This is just getting to be too much, Vicky worried, as her enormously overfed breasts creaked with excess, desperately overloaded with fat, I'd love for this to keep on forever, but I don't know how much more of this I can take.� My poor tits feel like they're ready to burst but I feel so wonderful, I can't even bring myself to be properly afraid!� Vicky could only look on though, as the spring filled her with more, until her vast, creamy melons were so alarmingly full that she could only hope that soon the spring might have mercy upon her and stop, for even with its magic pumping into her, Vicky realized that every time she begged that it would stop, some little corner of her heart would whisper "but not yet."�

��� At last Vicky had abandoned all hope.� Wave upon wave of nigh excruciating pleasure rippled through her body.� She knew that she was utterly helpless, completely at the mercy of the spring.� Her breasts, swollen to obscene immensity, quivered before her.� Her belly, fattened to the point where Vicky dared not touch it, shuddered with repletion, while her thighs, her hips, her magnificently luscious ass, stuffed until her creamy flesh trembled, exquisitely overloaded.� And then it stopped.� Slowly Vicky regained her senses, her luxuriously lush body still pulsating with pleasure.� "It's over," she said quietly to herself, as if the sound of her own voice would bring her back to reality.� It's finally stopped.� I'm not getting any bigger.� How am I going to get out of here now though?� I can hardly move without- Oh-ohh, Ohhhh!� Well, without that happening, much less left myself over the edge of the pool.� And my gosh, I certainly can't let myself drink any more;� I've got to keep my head above water, otherwise I'll get even bigger, if I even can-� Vicky abandoned that particular train of thought and devoted her energies to getting out of the pool.� She swam with painstaking care, like a woman navigating her way through a minefield, afraid of what even a mouthful of water might do to her body already glutted with buxomness.� No escape offered itself however, and every way that she turned, Vicky found only the smooth wet stone of the pool, the water lapping at it a foot below the lip that she would have to lift herself over to get out.� If wasn't that she was getting tired, Vicky found that she could float like this all day; it was just that she needed to get out, and the sun was starting to go down and-� Vicky's eyes followed the sun, it seemed to grow red and huge as it neared the horizon, its rays casting long shadows across the land; the trees, the hedge around the pool, even the steps leading out of the water.

Vicky blinked in disbelief.� Yet there they were, directly below the sun.� A set of steps cut deep into the stone, leading up and out of the water and looking just as if they had been waiting there since time began.� It made no sense, but Vicky saw no need to ask questions; if she stopped to ponder they might well disappear again.� She made her way towards them, as fast as she dared, hoping that this was not merely some mirage.� At the wall of the pool Vicky reached out her toes for the bottom step, at last finding it slick and well-worn beneath her.� Carefully she began to climb out of the pool, with no handrail to hold on to, and her feet hidden from her sight by five feet of water, and a bust and belly so vast that she felt like she would be lucky to see the ground a yard in front of her.� Finding the stone solid and real, Vicky climbed faster, her legs still unsteady until, as she trod upon a step more uneven than the others, she lost her footing.� With a cry of dismay Vicky toppled forwards, her breasts slapping moistly against the stone as she pitched forward.� Vicky hit the water, kicking up a wave that rebounded off the edge of the pool and hit her full in the face, her mouth still open in surprise.� As the events of the last few seconds struck home, Vicky paused, waiting for the water to fill her with more than she could take.� Instead however, nothing happened.

�� She sighed with relief, grateful that the spring had decided not to load her with even more for now.� Even as she regained her footing though, Vicky found herself musing, I bet I could have taken a little more...� She dared not dwell upon such thoughts however, and making good her escape, Vicky got out of the pool as quickly as she was able.� Even as she waddled towards the steps back up to the house though, she began to realize how much larger she was than when she had entered the water.� I'm so heavy now, she thought in disbelief, How could I have gained so much weight so fast?� I mean, I know it happened to Millie, but to feel it for myself, just my boobs feel like they're at least a hundred pounds heavier and my belly, I can't even see it but it feels like I'm as big as a house.� Ohhh, it's so sensitive I can't even cradle it with my hands.� I've got to get back into the house before I just collapse.� In a fog Vicky made her way back into the house, her divinely overstuffed behind swaying with ponderous grace with her every step, her entire body jiggling seductively with the fruits of her overindulgence.� Dazed, she ascended the stairs up to her room, the stairs creaking quietly as she trod upon them.� Finally reaching the door to her room, Vicky tried to walk in, only to discover that her breasts were now so spectacularly engorged with fat that she could no longer pass through.� Am I really that big? �Vicky wondered, at once excited at the thought of having a figure of such ravishingly overfed dimensions and just a little worried when she considered how stupendously huge she had allowed herself to become just since that afternoon, Well, hopefully I'm not too full to squeeze through here just yet.� Vicky tried to press her bloated breasts together enough for her to pass through the door.� As she did do, they bulged out in every other direction, overloaded and quivering as Vicky thrust them through the door only to discover that her bottom too, was now so overstuffed that she found herself firmly stuck.� Really now, this is getting to be too much, Vicky thought, If I want to get any bigger I'm going to need to find a room with a wider door unless I want to start rubbing myself down with butter so I can slide through this one.� At last, by placing her hands against the doorframe and pushing as hard as she could, Vicky popped free of the door, falling into the bedroom.� As she hit the floor, her mammoth breasts bulged dangerously under her weight, her belly creaking under the burden of her titanically overstuffed behind.� "Oh!" Vicky cried, the impact sending ripples of motion coursing through all the softer and more womanly parts of her anatomy, "That was certainly something.� I'm going to have to develop a whole new sense of balance."� Considering her position, Vicky was amazed at her new proportions.� It was a struggle simply for her hands to touch the floor, and even then her plump arms were almost enveloped by the luxurious expanse of breast-flesh before her.� Her knees touched the ground lightly, her belly, even compressed by her own weight, stuck out a couple inches beyond them.� Trying to get to her feet, Vicky looked up.� She saw the mirror.

���� A silent sigh of wonder passed her lips, and with winsome awkwardness she stood up.� "Oh my," Vicky breathed, "Oh my, I didn't think I had gotten anywhere near this big.� Just look at me, I'm positively ginormous."� And heeding her own recommendation, she tried to take the measure of herself, standing halfway across the room just so that most of her would fit in the mirror at once.� Her thighs had been fattened to almost indescribable lusciousness.� Sleek and creamy, they were legs fit for the most indulgent of lovers, ready to be wrapped around someone who wanted to be enveloped in the deepest well of desire.� Her hips flared out daringly, their ripe flowing curves a declaration of fertility, a fount of earthly delights.� Wider than them though was Vicky's ass.� It swelled out stupendously behind her, as if it had grown impatient with the pace at which her hips were spreading her body had decided to inflate it with fat until she burst, stopping only at the last possible moment.� Vicky turned to see it better, staring breathlessly at the way it swelled out behind her body, round and pale and perfectly replete, a vision of callipygian beauty, dimpled in a way that begged for the tender touch of an appreciative lover.� She noticed too that she could no longer quite stand up straight, which not only made Vicky feel as if she were in continual danger of falling over, but also made her butt appear altogether larger than it already was.� Vicky saw, if she had any doubts before, that her belly was absolutely colossal.� She was amazed at how much it been able to take, how exquisitely distended it had become.� Vicky tenderly ran her fingers across it, around it, below it, rejoicing in how gloriously huge it was, stretched as full as it could be, and more sensitive than she had dared to hope.� Vicky savored the way its sides swelled out, how very tender it was below, so heavy and full above the wellspring of her bliss.� As she turned to take in her profile Vicky noticed that she had begun to develop the merest hint of a few rolls of fat.� Well, I suppose I can't worry about that too much, Vicky reassured herself, If I'm going to be a big girl then well, I suppose I'm going to be getting big all over.� And I just can't wait to see Victoria again; we're going to have so much fun with all of me!� Continuing upwards, Vicky finally set her eyes on her most conspicuous of blessings.� Her breasts were nearly too big for words.� They rested on the fertile sphere of her belly, casting it into shadow and nearly covering her navel.� Indeed, on a woman with a less bountiful middle they would surely have hung down to her waist.� They were gloriously round though, their slight teardrop shape being the only concession they seemed willing to make to gravity's demands.� The torpedo shape to her breasts that Vicky had found so agreeable was gone now, for they had been so mercilessly fattened that Vicky was surprised they were anything other than perfectly spherical.� Forced to contain even more than her overfed behind, her swollen jugs had obviously had to stretch profusely to contain it all.� They were paler than the rest of her body, their straining skin an alabaster white beneath which Vicky could see a faint lacework of blue veins.� Her tumescent nipples were surrounded by areolae so overstretched that even if Vicky had been able to reach them, her hands would have covered only a fraction of their area.� Bulging out from her breasts as if under tremendous pressure, their light pink cast suggested that they had been strained to their absolute limit.� It's a good thing I already squeezed myself into the bedroom, Vicky thought, my poor boobs are so overinflated that if I'd seen them like this first, I would never have dared to squeeze myself so tightly.� All the same, I'm here now, so I suppose that even if they're fit to pop, they've still got enough give for me to get through the door, at least for now.� I do hope my pendant doesn't start working again though, I don't know what I could do if we started filling up with milk again.�

Looking beyond her opulently overdeveloped endowments, Vicky noticed that spending the entire day filling herself had affected her in some more subtle ways.� Her arms, for one thing, were far plumper than they had been that morning, fattened as if to make Vicky's embrace even more soft and pleasant than it otherwise would be.� Her shoulders had a certain heaviness about them too.� Not that they were broad by any means, especially compared to the rest of her pillowy physique, but were simply better padded than they had been before.� Indeed, Vicky noticed, she was a good deal more well-padded all over, as if every inch of her had been fattened to the precise degree of voluptuousness that would make her the most desirable woman conceivable.� Even her face, she noted with surprise, had a certain roundness to it which she had lacked before.� Not in a bad way, Vicky thought, but in a lusty, healthful way, as if he were no longer the starving college coed, but was now the well-fed farmer's daughter, raised on whole milk and home-baked apples pies.� When she smiled, dimples showed in her round cheeks, and her sensual lips seemed to suggest that while she was well-acquainted with pleasures of the table, and no stranger to the delectations of the boudoir.� Well then, Vicky mused with unambiguous satisfaction, I've never looked so good in my life.� I just wish I weren't quite so...full.� Well, no, that's not it, I'm perfectly happy being this full, it's more just that I wish I hadn't run out of room to grow.� If only my tits weren't quite so overloaded, I'd just love to go back for another drink from the spring, but I don't think I could take any more.� Oh damn, there's my back again, Vicky swore to herself, the twinge just above her fulsome hips reminding her that she had a ways to go in getting used to being this size, I suppose I've stood around and ogled myself for long enough; I might as well head downstairs and wrap the day up with a bath.

�� And so Vicky gathered up her bath towel, picked up the bottle of wine which had so providentially fallen into her possession, and sought to extricate herself from the bedroom.� It went easier this time at least, not that she was any less amplitudinous, but through a bit of creative positioning Vicky managed to get through the door without compressing her more tender parts quite so vigorously.� Down the stairs she glided, taking great delight in walking through the grand old house without a stitch of clothing to cover her nakedness.� In the kitchen Vicky found a corkscrew easily enough, and when locating a wineglass proved more difficult, she decided that since it was just her for the moment anyway, she might as well just have some time alone with the bottle.� She ambled into the downstairs bathroom, noting to herself that the door to the neighboring bedroom had obviously been cut with a woman of more than abundant charms in mind and resolved that in the morning she would have to move her things downstairs to the master bedroom here.�

��� In the bathroom, Vicky opened the tap; the water was just as hot as she had hoped it would be, and while the tub filled, she walked over to the sink to uncork the wine.� As she stepped in front of the vanity though, she stubbed her toe against something on the floor.� Ow, what was that? she wondered, realizing upon looking downward that such a course would henceforth be utterly unhelpful, Of course, it must be the scale I found this morning.� I wonder how much I weigh now.� It must be an awful lot, I mean, I never thought I'd break 120 in school, but now, well, I'm almost afraid to see just how much of me there is.� Still though, I am curious, I've gained so much weight today I feel like I ought to know just what I tip the scales at now.� Vicky kicked the scale a few feet away from the sink, braced herself, and stepped on top of it.� Before she even thought about looking down, she knew the number on the dial would surprise her.� She heard the sound of metal protesting from her weight, felt the top plate of the scale bending beneath her feet.� Vicky picked up a hand mirror, and by sort of turning her body to the side to get her more prominent attributes out of the way she was able to make out the reflection of the numbers on the scale.� "What's that?" Vicky said, squinting at the fogging mirror, trying to make out the numbers reflected backwards in the glass, "Four hundred? Wait, no, that can't be right."� Vicky looked harder, trying to decipher the scale.� "There we are," she said, positioning herself to get a better view of the dial, "Okay then- four hundred and fifty!� No wonder I feel like I'm straining at the seams, that's four times as much as I weighed a week ago!� I mean, let me think, I used to be about 110, give or take, so that means I've gained three hundred forty pounds in the last few days.� My gosh, I never thought I'd weigh that much in my life, let alone have it pumped into me in less than a week.� Vicky stood there dumbfounded for a moment.� She already knew, of course, that she had been packing it on since the start of her little adventure, but somehow seeing it all summed up in numbers really brought the reality of it home to her.� Vicky was just about to set down the mirror and get on with her bath when something about the numbers on the scale struck her as odd.� The 450 in the middle of the dial looked a little bit off, and carefully holding onto the mirror, Vicky gave a little bounce, or at least as little a bounce as a woman of her size could give, the scale complaining at this new abuse.� That's weird, Vicky thought to herself, The number isn't moving at all.� That has to mean that- Oh no, four fifty is as high as the scale goes and I weigh so much that it buries the needle.� I wonder how much heavier I am.� I mean, even four fifty seems like an awful lot, so maybe I'm only at four seventy or eighty.� Then again, it isn't like I've had a lot of experience with this kind of thing; I could just as easily weigh five hundred and fifty; no wonder my belly's so huge.� Then again, I'm getting stuck in doors now, I might just as easily be up to six hundred.� Six hundred pounds?� Would I even be able to walk?� I don't think I could even hold that much, but then again, I wouldn't have thought I could take four fifty either.� Oh, it's all just too much to think about.� I'll have to wait until I see Victoria again; she's got a lot more experience with this kind of thing, I bet she can tell me how big I've really gotten.� Knowing her though, however big I am she'll probably have something ready to make me gain even more.� I hope she's gentle about it, I don't think I could take much more right now.

Laying aside such worries, and feeling pleased despite herself to be weighing in at such a lofty number, Vicky left the scale, which now had a distinctly concave shape about it, and went to climb into the bath.� Vicky sighed as she immersed herself in the hot water, vapor rising from its surface.� As she lowered herself into the tub, the water level grew higher, until as Vicky was reclining properly in the tub, the water filled it to the brim, lapping playfully at the edges.� Vicky hastened to turn off the faucet before it spilled over.� I hadn't thought about how much more space I take up now, she thought, I suppose next time I'll have to be more careful filling up the tub.� But then again, it looks like I can fill up the tub pretty well without even turning the water on.� Vicky lay back, feeling the smooth enamel of the bathtub slippery against her skin, every trace of tension in her back melting away in an instant.� The bathtub was deep as well as wide, but even so, her belly and boobs shimmered like three huge pink bubbles above the surface of the water. �This is the life, Vicky decided contentedly, Not a care in the world except figuring out how I can possibly blow myself up even bigger.� Now where did I set the bottle of wine?� Vicky reached over the edge of the tub, waving her arm around the space she imagined the bottle probably was.� She found it, and brought it immediately to her lips, taking a long lusty drink which she noticed, as she went to set it down, had drained nearly half the bottle.� I guess that's why people usually drink this stuff out of glasses, Vicky observed, the wine already beginning to go to her head, but then, I'm a big girl, I can handle myself.� By way of affirmation she patted herself on the belly, her palm slapping against her taut, wet skin in a way that steered her thoughts to other pleasures.�

�� Oh, I could so completely do with a good fucking right now, Vicky thought, her fingers wandering further south, it wouldn't even have to be all tender and slow; in fact, I think I'm sort of in the mood for something a bit rough.� Vicky rubbed her lusciously distended underbelly, realizing that she had at last become so huge that satisfying herself was no longer an option, If only Victoria were here, I'd give anything for her to just absolutely dominate me.� Just to have her ride me, pinch my nipples, squeeze me until I beg for mercy and make me come until it hurts.� Vicky took another long pull from the bottle, setting it down roughly on the floor as the warmth of the wine spread through her body, her head spinning with visions of Victoria taking her in all sorts of ways, from every position and every angle imaginable.� Caressing her belly lustfully, Vicky felt her arousal building, If she only just touched me right now I think I'd come, I'm just getting so hot and bothered, it's like my appetites are growing right along with the rest of me.� I wonder if I'll be even hornier if I keep gaining weight.� It's so frustrating not being able to touch myself, but then, I suppose that it'll just make it that much better when I've got someone else to do the job for me.� This is no good, if I stay here much longer I'm just going to get myself sopping wet with no way to pull the trigger.� I'd best be getting onto bed before I work myself into a frenzy.� I think I've still got my vibrator up in the bedroom; maybe I can wedge it in the mattress and have a quick ride to get myself off.

Vicky took one last slug from the bottle, finishing it off and dropping it carelessly so that it rolled across the floor.� She tried to stand up, but with a bellyfull of wine and a figure that gravity was all too fond of, she lost her balance before she'd even really found it and slid back into the tub with a splash that left wet spots in the foggy glass of the mirror above the sink.� Okay, let's try that again, Vicky decided philosophically.� This time she carefully lifted herself out of the water, plump hands braced against the brim of the tub.� Unsteadily Vicky stepped out of the bath and, swaying with ponderous awkwardness, made her way over to the vanity, where, upon picking up her bath towel to dry off, she found something most unexpected.� There, neatly folded and smelling faintly of lilac, were a set of silk heliotrope pajamas.� Where on earth did these come from? Vicky wondered as she tried to towel off her distant peaks, Well, obviously they're for me, however they got here.� And just as well, there's no way I'll be able to stuff myself back into my bra and panties, not now that I've let myself be blown up like a parade balloon.� Let's see how these fit then.� Vicky soon found that they fit like they had been tailored just for her.� True, the top, capacious though it was, was still a bit snug across the bust.� And though the bottoms fit well enough too, it was a bit of a trick getting the waistband up above her overdeveloped behind while tying the drawstring below her tremendous belly.� Vicky managed it well enough though, and still listing pleasantly to this side and that, she tottered back up the stairs, leaning on the banister so heavily that it threatened to pull free from its moorings, and, after a final squeeze through the door that set the buttons on her top straining desperately, Vicky threw herself at the bed and climbed beneath the confusion of sheets, while through the window a blue mist seemed to rise glowing from the pool below.

~���

Vicky awoke to find herself sitting in the huge chair downstairs.� How did I get down here? she wondered groggily, and a moment later, Well, I'm certainly starting to fill this seat up properly.� I mean, I don't quite spill out of it, but I can sit here properly now instead of looking like a little girl perched on a queen's throne, and it is certainly a lot more comfortable now that I've got a bit more padding underneath me.� Her thoughts were interrupted by the soft pat pat pat of footsteps as someone entered the room.� Vicky looked up; it was, of course, Victoria.�

Vicky stared; Victoria was even bigger than she had been last night, and was wearing, of all things, a harem girl outfit.� Her belly, which had before been so bloated that its weight had held her to the floor, having gorged herself on the milk of Vicky's entirely too lactacious bosom, seemed hardly any smaller than it had been before, and even that, Vicky realized, might merely be because the rest of her had definitely expanded.� Her breasts, wrapped in a top of some gauzy pink material, were even more massive than Vicky's, and from the way they wobbled ponderously, Vicky could tell that Victoria's melons remained far more soft and delicate of flesh than her own perky but bloated mammaries.� She looked as if she had grown even more enormous south of the equator, her hips billowing to such a size that Vicky wondered that there were any doors in the house yet able to accommodate her, while behind her, her ass was so lusciously overinflated with fat that her every movement made set it trembling with repletion while Vicky, even as she marveled at the delicious excess of Victoria's figure, found herself eager to feel her overfilled attributes yielding to her lover's touch.�

There was something different too about her face, and for a moment Vicky struggled to figure out just what it was.� It was odd, but Victoria somehow looked older without looking older.� It was not that she had lost anything, to be sure; her beauty had not faded in the least, her hair was every bit as fiery red as it had been before, and her skin remained as flawlessly smooth as ever it had been.� No, it wasn't that she looked older, Vicky finally concluded, it was that she looked more, complete somehow, more fully developed.� It was as if up until now Victoria's beauty had been like the first rosebud of spring, beautiful, though with beauty that lay not only in its present comeliness but in the promise it held of even greater beauty yet to come.� Now though, she had clearly blossomed into the absolute picture of female perfection.� It was not merely that her already ample charms had been fattened to even more lavish overabundance, though that was certainly part of it, it was that her entire body glowed with sex appeal, as if as huge as she was, she was filled to the brim with womanly perfection until it overflowed her, radiating like sunlight from her body and illuminating everything around her.� Vicky was immediately and irrevocably smitten.� To think that this woman, this vision, this goddess had ever been lonely, had ever for a moment lacked companionship, was unthinkable to her, and even before Victoria had said so much as a word, Vicky decided that she was going to do everything she could to give herself, body and soul, to Victoria and make her as deliriously happy as ever a woman was.

"Hello there Vicky," she purred, sashaying into the room with fulsome seductiveness, eyeing Vicky's body, "You certainly look like you've been busy today."

� "Oh, hi Victoria," Vicky answered, her heart beating so hard that she was sure that Victoria could hear it from across the room, "Well, there was just so much to do.� I found an orchard that was so wonderfully nourishing, and then well, I had to play wet-nurse to the twins here, which can certainly, as you know, be a very broadening experience.� After that, I probably should have called it a day but I read about something in your diary and I just couldn't keep myself from running right out and trying it and of course, I was hoping that I might finally blow myself up even bigger than you, not that it seems to have worked."

� "Oh, you mean this?" Victoria asked innocently, affectionately patting a breast of divinely excessive proportions, "Well, after you pumped up my belly like that, I had to do something to bring myself back into balance and well, I could either try to lose some of this absolutely exquisite tummy you gave me or I could just put on a bit more in one or two other places.� Besides, I had a feeling you'd be trying to gorge yourself with all you could hold to impress me, so why shouldn't I do the same for you?� I must say I am surprised though; I never thought you'd be able to put on this much in just one day, good heavens though, you look like you're about to pop."

"Believe me, I feel like I'm about to," Vicky said, as Victoria came up to touch her distended belly, "I would have kept going too, you know, but the spell or whatever it is that makes the spring work stopped affecting me."

�� "It probably just wanted to make sure you didn't get too big too fast,� Victoria said thoughtfully, "And just look at how full you are right now, even if the spring would keep fattening you up, where would you put it all?"

��� "I guess you're right," Vicky demurred, "It's just that last night you seemed to have so much fun after I was done nursing you until you couldn't even walk and I wanted to feel what it was like to have a big fertile belly like that so that maybe tonight, you'd be able to please me like that.� Besides, it's just frustrating to have to wait and not be able to get as big as I can imagine getting all at once."

�� "So then, you want to be able to get even bigger, and really fast too?" Victoria asked her, a knowing look in her eye.

�� "Oh yes, more than anything," Vicky gushed, "Is there anything you can do to help me?"

"Well, there is one thing," Victoria told her, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "There is a power here even more potent than the spring, and luckily for you, I know just how to tap into it."

"Really?" Vicky asked in the same hushed tones.

� "Are you sure you're quite prepared for it?" Victoria asked with a teasing note of doubt, "It's something more uncontrollable, more tameless than the spring.� Are you certain you can handle it?"

�� "Oh yes, it sounds wonderful!" Vicky enthused, already imagining new vistas of buxomness opening up before her, "Whatever it is, count me in!"

"Alright then," Victoria said with a bewitching smile, "Follow me."

Victoria turned, and Vicky stifled a gasp of surprise as she saw that her posterior was even more massive than Vicky had thought.� "Victoria!" she said, unable to keep silent, "Your, um, your bottom is- it's enormous."

�� "Is it now?" Victoria smiled, her hand caressing the broad arc of her backside, at least so much of it as she was able, "Well you know, it's funny that you should mention it, because after seeing how broad in the beam you had become last night, I just couldn't help myself.� I don't know why any woman would want to exercise just to be rid of such a delightful asset; mine brings me nothing but pleasure.� Would you care for a touch?� I'm just so well padded back there that I can hardly keep my own hands off it."

Victoria backed up to Vicky, bending over as she did so to present her sumptuously overstuffed seat for Vicky's approval, until her resplendently huge ass began to press against Vicky's body.

� "Oh, sorry about that, I suppose I've gotten so big back there that even I don't quite know the scope of my own gifts yet," Victoria said, not moving away the least bit, but rubbing herself more insistently against Vicky's bulging belly, "Go ahead then, have a feel!� Don't tell me that's not the most indecently voluptuous thing you've ever felt."

Unable and unwilling to offer any objections, Vicky reached out and grabbed Victoria's butt.� The sheer fabric of her pants seemed almost immaterial, and she felt her hands sinking unbidden into the billowing expanse of flesh before her.� My gosh, my hands look so tiny, Vicky thought, She's just so, so huge, and she's right, I can't remember the last time simply touching someone gave me such a thrill.� If she weren't about to show me the secret to getting even bigger I don't think I'd be able to stop myself from just throwing her to the floor and fucking her until we both passed out from exhaustion.� Oh, I can barely wait until we lie together again tonight.

"Hmmmm," Vicky said, trying to straddle the line between simple approval and wanton lustfulness, "It is very nice.� Perhaps later we'll be able to spend a bit more time on show and tell."

"Show and tell? What a novel way of putting it," Victoria said with a laugh, "I think we might be able to make time for such a thing.� First though, do come with me."

�� And so she walked towards the door, Vicky following close behind, mesmerized by the undulation of Victoria's callipygian charms.� Out the double doors and out to the patio they walked, then down the steps to the spring, which sparkled with a curious luminesnce that Vicky was certain had not been there before.� Instead of stopping though, Victoria veered off towards a dark corner of the terrace, and pushing through the bushes that grew there, she started down a path scarcely wide enough to admit her girth.� The trees and brush that crowded the path parted willingly before her, and as Vicky followed, she noticed that they were descending a flight of steps hewn roughly into the hillside.� Down and down and down they went, Victoria leading wordlessly, and Vicky doing her best to keep her footing on the dark and uneven way as the hidden things of the night sang their mysterious songs around them.� The lights of the house grew more distant as they descended, fading dimmer and dimmer until the only light that Vicky could see was the honeyed light of the moon, waxing gibbous through the branches of the overgrown trees that crossed their gnarled branches high above.� Finally, after what felt like an interminable time, Vicky thought she saw a faint glow growing ahead of them, and soon thereafter the two women stepped into a clearing, surrounded on three sides by the wild forest, and on the fourth by a high rock face, pierced by a deep cleft large enough to admit even the most generously endowed of women, and from it shone the glimmer of firelight.

"Here we are then," Victoria said brightly, "Go on in; this is the place."

"What is it?" Vicky asked, struck by the impression that this was a place of ancient power, and not one to be treated with lightly.

"This," Victoria answered, "is the closest we can get to the source of the spring, of the power that animates everything here.� It was here that our earliest ancestors took refuge from the winter while building their first homestead on the hill, and it remains the fountain of all the gifts which you and I have been so fortunate as to receive.� Come now, and I will show you more."

Vicky followed her through the opening, and with just a few steps further found herself standing in a very curious place.� It was a chamber, perhaps thirty feet long at its widest, with a gentle oval shape to it.� The walls were rough and craggy, while both the floor and the ceiling ten feet above were so smooth that Vicky though that in better light they might have served as mirrors, each slightly concave, like the bowl of a giant teaspoon.� In the middle of the floor was a substantial heap of pillows, piled up in such profusion that Vicky found it very easy to imagine of Victoria lying atop them, lazily smoking a hookah and looking every bit the fat, pleasure-bent harem girl.� Hewed out of the walls were several torch sconces, each burning brightly and filling the chamber with the heady perfume of pine and other, less placeable aromas, though somehow they seemed to produce no smoke at all.

"Where are we?" Vicky asked, craning her neck to look around.

"Right now, we happen to be a goodly way beneath the spring," Victoria answered, "Here, the magic that feeds it is much, much stronger."

�� "So this is where it all comes from then?" Vicky asked again, a note of awe in her voice.

� "Not exactly, the source must be even deeper than this, but this place is special all the same."

"What do you mean? How does it work?" Vicky asked, feeling mildly silly for asking so many questions.

"This chamber," Victoria explained, spreading her arms out expansively, "is like a lens.� It makes it possible to take the energy that feeds into the spring, focus it, and then project it into a person, giving them a pure dose of the power which up until now you have mostly only received in a more diluted fashion."

"This is safe, isn't it?� I mean, it isn't going to hurt or anything?" Vicky inquired, worrying that since even the spring had nearly been more than she could handle, this seemed like the sort of thing that it would be easy to overdo.

�� "Oh Vicky, believe me, it's the safest thing in the world, at least with me looking after you," Victoria said, her eyes flashing with excitement, "And as for the other thing; I can guarantee that you're about to feel better than you ever have before in your life.� And better yet, once you get good and saturated, you'll be able to get a lot bigger than you already are.� Why, tomorrow morning you could go right out to that pool and drink up every drop of it and still have room for dessert.� Now, it can be a bit disorienting, so once we start, you're going to have to trust me and let me be in control here.� I promise I'll take very good care of you."

Vicky tried to process all of this.� It all sounded very good for the most part; a night of bliss with Victoria, being able to get as big as she wanted.� Even letting Victoria take control, it wasn't easy for Vicky to just submit like that, but inwardly she was already yearning to find out what Victoria would do with her body.

"Okay then," Vicky said, "What do you need me to do then?"

"Well, nothing really,� Victoria answered, "Just go to the middle of the room, there with the pillows.� You had probably better stay standing, at least as long as you're still able to, it'll make it easier for me to focus on you, and hopefully after that you'll have gained enough that I won't be able to miss even if you're just laying there.� Good girl, now just stand there, turn and face me, try to watch me now, good.� All right then, you just stay right there and try to take this all in."

Slowly Victoria began to dance.� She moved with a lissome grace that would have been impressive even in a woman less bountifully endowed, as she let her body move in time with some exotic music which only sang to her.� Vicky watched, spellbound, as she swayed in the flickering light of the cave, every motion of her body seeming to call attention to just how much of a woman she truly was.� Victoria danced her slow, sensual, undulant dance, her sumptuously ample body barely contained by the diaphanous fabric of her clothes, as if she were some beautiful girl of noble blood, stolen away from her home and sold to some satrap of the orient to be the odalisque of his harem, fattened on the rarest of delicacies to an altogether indecent degree of voluptuousness for the pleasure of her master, as the delicate silks of her costume strained with each shiver of her majestic figure.� Vicky found herself unable to move, hypnotized by Victoria's seductive dance.� Victoria danced as if she were lost in a dream, her eyes lowered, her lips silently mouthing words both indecipherable and powerful.� Suddenly Victoria opened her eyes as if she heard a distant sound, as a strange thrumming pulse began to fill the air.� She stared straight at Vicky and without warning, thrust out both her hands in front of her, fingers splayed wide as if she were trying to stop an oncoming train.

Vicky suddenly felt as if a bomb had gone off inside her.� In an instant, she felt herself gaining another hundred pounds.� Her breasts exploded outwards, shredding her dress and expanding with such mind-numbing speed that Vicky heard the whoosh of the air being displaced by their sudden increase in volume.� Her belly surged out in front of her, so round and full that its fertile immensity hid the rapidly moistening valley of her joy.� Vicky felt her ass blow up like a pair of weather balloons behind her, fattening so quickly that it sent thrills arcing through the flesh of her swelling thighs.� Instinctively she tried to grab her breasts and hold them against her body.� After all, just a few minutes before she had been so full that even Victoria, who was clearly an expert on the subject, had remarked that she looked ready to pop and here suddenly she was being filled with so much, so fast that she could hardly even wrap her mind around it.� A second later though, Vicky noticed that far from being stuffed beyond her limits, she had somehow increased her capacity.� Her dimensions, to be sure, were considerably greater, but she felt softer all over, as if she could now withstand much more.� She looked up at Victoria.

"Still comfortable?" Victoria asked, her body still swaying as she looked at Vicky, who nodded submissively.� "Good, good, I hoped you would like it.� Do you feel like you've got a little bit more growing room now then?"� Vicky, still speechless, nodded again, as Victoria began to give herself more forcefully to her dance, noting how Victoria's top seemed to be fitting her a bit more tightly now.� "Wonderful then," Victoria remarked, throwing herself into the dance with even greater vigor, "I think you're really going to enjoy this then."� And before Vicky could begin to wonder what it was that she was about to enjoy, Victoria threw her arms out in front of herself, pointing at Vicky as if she were hurling lightning bolts from her fingertips.

Another blast rocked her body.� Vicky felt it hit her like a thunderstorm, penetrating and saturating her arousingly.� Her breasts, still quaking from her last spurt of growth, expanded with such violent speed that she could hear them filling, a sort of a wet, muffled whooshing noise as Victoria's spell forced them to take in twice as much as before.� With each of her tits swollen to more than a yard in diameter, Vicky felt her legs begin to surrender, overwhelmed by the sudden additional weight and the waves of pleasure that had begun to pulse through her humongous bosom like a magnetic field.� Vicky's belly fattened as well; already decadently luscious, she felt it being pumped up to even more lascivious immensity.� Submissively, it yielded as uncounted gallons poured into it, becoming heavier and heavier until it easily surpassed Victoria's own sensually suggestive middle.� It felt to Vicky as if every ounce of it was bearing down directly upon her tingling nethers until she climaxed, a sudden, unstoppable release of energy that dimmed her vision and robbed her of her senses.� As she fell to the floor, Vicky's bottom inflated with fat as if it were trying to cushion her fall and needed to become as enlarged as possible before she landed upon it.� In a fraction of a second Vicky felt herself gaining, her bottom billowing with fat, and she felt the welcomingly soft pile of pillows on the floor against her overfed derriere sooner than she expected.� Even with the added padding, Vicky's ass creaked beneath her considerably augmented weight, bulging from the pressure as she landed.� Her massively overfilled tits struck her huge belly with a slap that resonated off the walls of the chamber, quaking as they settled across Vicky's outspread legs, almost enveloping her belly with their hugeness, pulsating faintly in rhythm with Vicky's rapid breathing.

"Well then, you're doing even better than I expected," Victoria observed, coming closer to inspect the fruits of her labor, her top straining around a bustline that seemed to have now expanded by more than a few inches, "Just look how soft you still are; it's like you've got all the room in the world in there."� As Vicky again tried to summon a coherent answer, as Victoria, still wriggling enchantingly to her inward song, poked a finger into one of Vicky's breasts, smiling as her mammary, bloated as it was, yielded softly to her probing touch.� Vicky felt torn between terror and ecstasy, she could hardly move, held down by the weight of her own provocatively overloaded anatomy.� On one hand, everything inside her told to her to be afraid.� She was not in control here, not in the least, and Victoria was obviously intent of paying her back for last night with interest.� On the other, this was exactly what she had dreamed of.� She wanted to be even fatter, more curvaceous, the biggest, most mind-bendingly voluptuous woman in the world and for Victoria to utterly ravish her to the depths of her very soul.

Victoria smiled, "Look at you lying there," she said, a suggestive glint in her eye, "you're already so huge you can't even stand but even without you saying a word I can tell you want more.� You do want more, don't you?� Do you want me to give it to you then?"� Victoria licked her finger and ran it across Vicky's protuberant belly, relishing her dominant role.� "Do you just want to be a little larger?� Would you like me to make those tiny titties of yours just a bit bigger?"� Vicky shook her head demurely.� "No?" Victoria asked in mock surprise, "You don't want me to fatten up those little mams of yours a bit?� Well, then I suppose that you must want me to blow them up into a great big pair of udders then, is that right?� A pair of breasts so fat and juicy that you need someone else to play with them for you?� Would you like that?� Maybe I'll just keep dancing for a while longer then.� After all, I did say last night that it was going to be my turn to fill you up, so it's very tempting to just carry on until your poor little titties are so fat and full of milk that they're ready to burst, and then we can really have some fun together."

Vicky felt her pulse pounding in her temples, How did she know? she asked herself, Is she reading my mind?� I've been waiting for Victoria to treat me this way.� To own me, to lust after me and fill me to the limit until I'm so fat and fuckable and huge that she can't keep her hands off of me.� I hope she gives it to me rough, oh I really do, I've been needing this so badly.� Last night was so right, so intimate, but right now I just want to be fucked.� Oh, she's doing that grinding thing with her hips again!� I'm so wet right now, just watching her, thinking about her body and imagining what she's about to do to mine.� I hope this lasts all night.� "Alright then," she said to Victoria, a wicked smile stealing across her face, "I think I could still take sooo much more.� Why don't you go on and give it to me then; let's find out just how big you can make me."

��� It was Victoria's turn to smile now.� They both wanted- no, needed the same thing.� It had been so long for her, so very long since she had enjoyed the company of another woman like this, especially one of such insatiable appetites, one who had no other commitments, no husband to return to, one who was a product of an age in which such sapphic entanglements were no longer taboo.� Victoria began to throw herself into her dance with a passion that made everything before it seem like just a warm-up.� She shook her shoulders enticingly, her titanic tits trembling with unbridled sensuality, the fabric of her top beginning to rip, surrendering at it was torn by the weight of the massive boulders it sought to contain.� A sheen of sweat coated Victoria's skin, her body glistening in the firelight.� She bucked her hips as if she were consumed by the deepest throes of passion, her vast, fertile belly quavering tremulously as she writhed, her hands outstretched at her sides.� A palpable change passed through the chamber, the air felt heavy, thick with something powerful and almost invisible, as a blue mist began to curl around Victoria's fingers.� Her harem girl pants began to split their seams, sundered by her gyrating hips, as if she were channeling so much power through herself that merely containing it temporarily was making her body expand and swell.� She stopped, for the blink of an eye, as still as a statue.� She looked down at Vicky, her eyes flashing blue in the dim light of the cave.� Victoria planted her legs wide, arched her back, and in one blindingly fast movement cast everything she had brought down into Vicky's willing form.

� When it hit her, Vicky felt like the world was collapsing around her.� She heard nothing, everything she saw in the light of the dancing flames was a blur, slowed down as if even time itself were unable to cope with what was happening to her.� She felt everything though.� As the magic surged into her body, Vicky felt her ass expanding to a truly spectacular size.� It gave itself eagerly to its increasing burden, bulging out at the sides, lifting Vicky's hips steadily higher, the pillows strewn across the floor rustling meekly as her resplendent rear doubled in volume.� Vicky felt as if gallons of fat were being pumped into her; her bottom quaked as if it could hardly expand fast enough to take in all that it was being forced to receive.� Vicky felt herself becoming incomparably full, so full that she couldn't even begin to describe this new sensation of utter repletion.� At the same time, she realized that she was nowhere near her limit, her potential for growth felt absolutely limitless, even as her opulent ass spread ever wider under her, her creamy thighs billowing as they fattened, the pressure between them wickedly teasing at her inmost parts.� More power poured into her, as gentle as a roaring river, and Vicky felt her belly expanding.� Looking down the chasm between her tremendous breasts, Vicky saw it inflating like a balloon, round and ponderous and deliciously heavy.� It pushed up against her breasts, lifting their bulk towards her face, separating them as it grew.� She felt her legs parted by her swelling belly as it filled her lap, an expanse of pale flesh, at once so tight as to be lusciously round while still soft and supple enough that it begged for a lover's caress.� Vicky felt transcendently gorged now, she sank heavily into the scattered pillows as her weight steadily increased.� Yesss, more of this please, Vicky wished, her breath escaping through lips parted in bliss, make my belly big and sexy.� Give me more, I can take it; make my body a playground for your wildest fantasies!�� Trembling, her breasts blew up.� Faster than any other part of her body, they expanded, as if they were thirsty to drink up every bit of power that they could get, or perhaps because they already the largest and softest part of Vicky's anatomy and were all the more helpless to resist the power that gushed into them.� Quivering like mountains of jelly, gallon after gallon coursed into her breasts, inflating them with flesh as they spilled out across Vicky's body, her arms pinned beneath their lusciousness.� Vicky felt her skin stretching to accommodate it all, each of her mammaries gaining another hundred pounds in a sudden paroxysm of growth.� They grew as if Victoria had made some sort of budgeting error in her spell, as if she had allotted far too little to fattening up the rest of Vicky and now was left with a surplus that was all being poured into her aching tits.� Vicky felt unbelievably, rapturously full, every part of her body lusciously overfilled and waiting for the touch of her lover's hand.� Her breasts though, were different, for unlike everything else, they felt like they might be starting to run out of room.� Her plump arms almost hidden beneath their nectarious bulk, Vicky began to wonder just how much bigger she was going to get.� Wow, Vicky thought to herself, as her colossal bosom began to creak faintly, Victoria wasn't joking when she said she was going to blow up my tits until they're ready to explode; I wonder just how close she's going to take me.� They're just getting so full now; I can't even see my nipples anymore.� I'm so huge; I don't know how much more of this I can hold.� Even as she worried about her capacity, Vicky found herself hoping that Victoria was going to fill her right up to the edge of it.� Still transfixed by Victoria's penetrating stare, Vicky felt her breasts swelling to truly monumental proportions.� They felt like they were being inflated from within, so full that they quivered, filled to the brim, and yet so lush that they wobbled with her every shallow, gasping breath.� After a few short seconds that felt like an eternity of pleasure and uncertainty, Victoria stood still, lowering her outstretched arms.� Vicky's breasts, stretched to the point where it seemed like any more, even the smallest drop, would be too much for her, stopped growing.

Vicky, gazing along the chasm between her lusciously excessive tits and over the bulging roundness of her own belly, saw Victoria, smiling, walking up to her; she stopped, standing between Vicky's parted legs and looked down at her.� Vicky noticed that her top was now completely ripped to shreds; though a few strips of cloths still crossed them, Victoria's breasts were now hanging free, huge and fat, and jiggling gently.� Victoria's pants had split at their sides from her waist to her knees, her body, pink and curvy, revealed in tantalizing glimpses through the wide gashes in the fabric, which was drawn up tightly between her legs, as if that narrow channel from front to back was the only part of her which had not grown quite enough to split her seams, even though it hugged with almost obscene closeness Victoria's moist center.

"Mmmmm," she said approvingly, leaning over Vicky, "You certainly took that very well.� I was ready to stop a couple of times there, but you seemed to be enjoying it so much and every time I told myself I had better stop, I figured you could take at least a little more.� Good thing I finally quit when I did though, you look like you've had as much as you can handle."

"Have I?" Vicky asked, not doubting that Victoria was absolutely right that in her present state, her bosom was bloated well past the point of saturation, but at the same time feeling disappointed to hear this truth announced with such succinct finality, "I thought you said you were going to make me really big tonight."

� "Did I now?" Victoria asked, arching an eyebrow, "Even if I did start dancing again, how much longer do you think you could endure it?� Do remember that down here the power isn't as watered down as you've grown accustomed to, if you find you can't take it, you can't just paddle to the edge of the pool and climb out."

� "But you know this place so well," Vicky implored her, wishing desperately that she might still somehow become so enormous that Victoria would have no choice but to throw herself at her, "Isn't there something you can do to um, increase my capacity?� Besides, you said the bigger I get tonight, the bigger I'll be able to get tomorrow when I wake up, and I want to be huge!"

"Well," Victoria began, still looking down at Vicky in a way that made her feel helplessly enormous, "I suppose if you're really in such a hurry, there is one thing you could do."

"Just name it," Vicky sighed, "I'll do anything you say."

"Really?� That could be interesting," Victoria murmured as she moved to the wall of the cave and emerged from the shadows holding a small vial of liquid so blue it was very nearly black.

"What's that?" Vicky asked her, hoping for some magical brew that would increase the elasticity of her figure.

� "Oh, just a little something I keep around," Victoria said casually, "I think it might help to make you more, pliable."

� "You mean like, stretchy?" Vicky asked.

"Well, yes, at least partly," Victoria said, "it might also tend to make you a bit more, open, to new experiences, sensations you might not have considered before."

She's trying to seduce me! Vicky realized with surprise, can't she tell that I already want her so badly I can taste it?� Or is this all just a game, a bit of roleplaying where we both know where everything is headed but dragging it all out just makes the needle of pleasure prick you that much deeper.� Either way, this is even better than I hoped.� Vamp away, Victoria; you can seduce all you like.

"Okay then," Vicky said, trying to sound more doubtful than she felt, "Go ahead and give it to me then."

"Good girl, I'm sure you'll appreciate how this turns out," Victoria cooed.� She lowered herself to the floor and knelt by Vicky, cradling her head in one hand, while with the other she brought the vial to Vicky's lips, her huge breasts hanging so near to Vicky's face that she could feel heat radiating from them, as if Victoria was burning for her just as fervently as she did for Victoria.� She tipped the vial up, and Vicky felt something that felt like a mix between pure sugar and distilled electricity pour into her mouth.� She swallowed.

"There we are, things should start happening right away," Victoria said approvingly as she stood and began to knead one of Vicky's uncomfortably full breasts, "See, you're starting to soften up already."

��� To her surprise, Vicky found that she was right.� Her breasts, which had been almost painfully spherical, seemed to be relaxing, softening in response to whatever it was that Victoria had just given her.� She watched as they became less round, spreading gently out across the pillows that she lay upon.� It felt good, not only because she no longer felt as if she were too tight to be touched, but because she knew that now she would be able to take even more of what Victoria was so very eager to give.

"Let's see here then," Victoria said standing once more between Vicky's knees and watching her with an appraising eye, "That certainly seems to have helped, but then, you wanted to get really big tonight didn't you?"

Vicky nodded; words seemed unnecessary, and she was absolutely enchanted by the way that Victoria was taking charge of her body.

��� "I suppose there is one thing we could do that might increase your let you carry even more, if you're willing that is," She said to Vicky, leading her to the inevitable question.

"What's that?" Vicky said, finding her voice.

"Well, I wouldn't even bring it up if you weren't so set on letting me make you just as huge and buxom as possible, and I certainly wouldn't dare to suggest such a thing to anyone who hadn't already displayed such ah, sapphic inclinations as you did with me last night, but if you really want me to help you on your way, there might be a little something I can do."

��� As Victoria said this, she began to tug at the waistband of her pants.� Already strained by the fetching fullness of her middle, it readily gave way, her pants falling in shreds around her plump ankles and leaving her completely, gorgeously naked.

� "I'm willing," Vicky managed, her heart beating like a jackhammer, her loins so drenched with desire that she was almost ashamed to be presenting herself to Victoria in such a fashion.

��� "I thought you might be," Victoria said with a sultry smile.

Without another word she sank heavily to her knees, carefully leaning forwards.� Vicky felt her ponderous breasts pressing against the lower hemisphere of her belly as she bent over and kissed Vicky right on her navel.� It was the single most erotic moment of contact that Vicky had ever felt.� Deliciously pleasurable, it teased her in a way that only made her hunger for even deeper delights.� Victoria raised her eyes briefly to see Vicky's reaction, and obviously approving, she proceeded to kiss her a fraction of an inch lower.� Vicky's entire body tingled with anticipation.� Victoria's lips found her belly once again, lower than before.� With every repetition, Vicky felt her anticipation building.� With what seemed like agonizing slowness, she watched Vicky disappearing below the huge, fertile sphere of her belly, until the top of her head was gone, and all she could see was Victoria's luscious ass sticking up in the air as she bowed herself closer and closer to Vicky's lust-soaked core.� It seemed to go on for an eternity, every kiss bringing her closer and closer to a climax that was gradually building towards a blissful explosion.� Vicky could hardly believe that her belly was this immense, even as she felt Victoria's breasts pressing against her inner thighs as she progressed along her trail of felicity.� Agonizingly slowly, her mouth crept down Vicky's tender underbelly, both women savoring each kiss until finally, well after she had progressed from teasing to the tortured, Vicky felt Victoria's questing lips pressing softly against her own, sopping wet with desire and overdeveloped to such an indecent degree that even the lightest touch sent her into paroxysms of orgasmic delight.

�� "Oh Vicky," Victoria said, suddenly lifting her head above Vicky's prodigious belly, "I had no idea you'd be so- responsive.� I'd really love to please you with my tongue but you're just so wet I think you'd drown me if I carried on with this."

Vicky felt a pang of despair, which must have been evident in her face because Victoria quickly added:

"Don't worry though, I found out a thing or two while I was playing around with Millie and I've got an idea that ought to light us both up.� Just follow my lead; I hope we haven't both grown too big to carry it off."

� With another sinfully knowing smile, Victoria began to lean backwards, carefully, slowly sinking into the field of pillows that waited to support her voluptuous form.� Vicky watch, in wide-eyed expectation as Victoria�s pendulously heavy breasts lolled out to either side of her body, separated by her own huge belly and wobbling tremulously as they picked up and amplified the movement of her arms.� Soon she was gone from Vicky's sight, hidden by the vast globe of Vicky's belly.� She wondered what Victoria was doing, bracing herself as if at any second Victoria might sensually assault her most tender of parts.

"Here, just let my leg through there, if you can," Victoria called out, "and do the same with yours."� A moment later Vicky felt Victoria's well-fleshed lower limb sliding along her body.� She worked it around the bulging side of her tummy; her foot sliding beneath her massive breast.� Probing blindly, Vicky tried to reciprocate.� She stuck her own leg out, feeling the sole of her foot gently grazing the opulent curve of Victoria's belly.� She burned with eagerness, aquiver with curiosity to find out exactly what Victoria had in mind.� In a few seconds more she felt her toes slip beneath the yielding mountain that was Victoria's breast; she waited breathlessly for further instructions.

"Good, good, now pull me in close," she commanded Vicky gently as she felt Victoria's lissome fingers grasping at her plump thighs, "This might not be easy, we've both gotten so awfully fat I'm not certain we'll be able to do this.� But then, Millie and I passed many a pleasant morning in my room in such a fashion, and eventually she came to be more lapped in luxury than you are now my dear.� Come then, draw me in tight now."

Vicky grabbed Victoria's thighs as tightly as she could as Victoria did the same to her own, and both women drew themselves toward an infinitely more pleasurable union.� Vicky felt as if they couldn't possibly make it, both of them were simply too full of flesh for such a coupling to work.� Though she and Victoria both spread their billowing thighs as wide they were able, Vicky felt as if their mutual paradise was bound to remain out of reach.� Gasping, she twisted her hips as she pressed herself closer to Victoria.� She felt Victoria's leg pressing into her overstuffed belly, harder, harder, her internal pressure building until it seemed impossible for her to withstand any more, her thighs interlocked with Victoria's and absolutely soaked, though whether it was with her own juices or her partner's Vicky could not tell.� Finally, with one last united push, the gap between them closed, and their two bodies, already primed for this moment, met in such an embrace as only two women can share.� It was like a long, wet, wanton kiss after a month alone out on the desert, and as the two of them lay there panting in the firelight, Vicky felt the pure, sensual power of Victoria's body flowing into her, coaxing her body to stretch and open itself to her.� She felt herself relaxing, a deep and penetrating peace that went straight through her into her very bones and she knew that after this, she would be able to take much, much more of the bounty Victoria had been sharing with her.� Vicky sighed, for the moment, completely content.� Victoria however, had other ideas.

�� "Oh Vicky, you're even more luscious down there when you're excited; my what I wouldn't give for a succulent jewel as you have there, I think I'd probably spend all my time just playing with myself, you must tell me sometime how you filled your nethers to such a state of sinful luxuriance!"� Victoria tensed her hips, giving Vicky a playful squeeze, "Until then though, I think I'll just play with yours a bit, if you don't mind; I promise you it will only increase your capacity for fulsomeness even further."

�� And without waiting for a reply, Victoria cocked her hips at a sultry angle and, as Vicky cried out in surprise, began to grind herself against her lusciously overladen lover, slowly gyrating her broad hips so that Vicky felt her sliding against her in a way that left her fighting for air.� Victoria, her own body trembling with arousal, seized the moment and clamped her legs as tightly together as she could, her thick thighs sinking into Vicky's soft body, savagely squeezing the roundness of her belly and yielding expanse of her ass.� Vicky felt as if every drop of pleasure in her body were cascading into her throbbing femininity, and as Victoria felt a sudden gush of warmth against her own inner thighs, she knew that Vicky was at her mercy.� She lifted herself up from the floor, bending a bit at the waist so that her own belly bore heavily against Vicky's own, pressing against the younger woman in a way that bespoke substantial experience in such agreeable entanglements.� She could feel Vicky shivering in her embrace, her body wracked with more pleasure than she could bear.� Closing her eyes for a moment to savor the climax washing through her own body, Victoria began to roll her hips, the weight of her body smacking against Vicky like the sea pounding against the beach.� Vicky whimpered and lifted her hips slightly off the ground, mutely presenting herself for more of Victoria's generous instruction.� Pausing to recover her strength, Victoria began to writhe savagely against Vicky.� Her breasts slapped loudly against a belly slick with the sweat of passion, her body surging against Vicky's.� Vicky, though considerably larger than Victoria, felt utterly helpless to resist, but as the connection between them grew hotter and hotter until she could almost feel the steam rising between their entwined limbs she felt the fire building in her passion-moistened depths.� As a rosy flush spread across her oscillating bosom, she held Victoria in a vise-like grip that she did not expect, and both women fucked each other into a lather trying to break the other first.� Their cries of ecstasy filled the air, reverberating off the walls and filling the room.� At last, mingled screams of release were pulled from their lips, their bodies convulsed by a final molten eruption of searing pleasure.

Faint from exertion, the two of them collapsed onto the pile of cushions.� The atmosphere around them was still humid with lust, the scent of their spent passion hung heavily in the air.� For a brief eternity they lay there, as two racing hearts gradually calmed, two bodies gasping for breath at last recaptured the rhythmic in and out that sustained them.� Gently, almost aching with the effort, the lovers disentangled themselves, the wetness and heat between them parting as they each drew themselves away from the large damp spot where they had lain in such glorious completion.� Ages seemed to pass as the firelight danced, their distorted reflections shimmering on the polished ceiling of the chamber.� Vicky was the first to speak.

�� "Oh Victoria, I wish you'd told me you were planning on doing that."

"Believe me Vicky, when I first started, I just intended to get you to loosen up a little," Victoria explained, sliding her hands along her body as if to be sure that everything was still in its expected place, �But it's just been so very long since I truly lay with another woman like this, and oh, but yours is a body of delights too numerous to mention and I'm afraid I got a little carried away."

�� "I- I just never knew it could be like that," Vicky sighed, "I mean, we were together the other night, of course, and I've been with guys before and sometimes it was even pretty good but this- You just took me places that I didn't know existed; parts of me that I didn't even know were there are still singing."

"Well, for your first time I'd say that you definitely made a very strong showing," Victoria responded, "Honestly, if that's how you are when you don't know what you're doing, I'm just a little bit afraid of how masterfully you'll handle me the next time we come together."

� "Not too afraid to keep you coming back, I hope?" Vicky inquired teasingly.

"Surely not, I'm far too smitten to pass up the chance to go careening over the edge with you again," answered Victoria, "I can hardly wait, though I think I'm too tired to try it again right this moment."

� "Oh?� Well I hope you aren't too tired to make me a bit bigger before you knock off for the night," Vicky chided her, pouting a little, "If you recall this was just the warm-up before you really let me have it."

� "You still want more tonight, even after that?� My, but you are insatiable Vicky," Victoria remarked with something akin to awe, "I do hate to disappoint though, so think I might still have it within myself to add a few more pounds to that luscious ass of yours before I turn in.� Just give me a minute to get back to my feet."

�� "Of course, do take your time.� I'm obviously not going anywhere," Vicky replied, waving a hand dismissively at her mammoth middle, overladen to splendid immobility, "Do tell me though, before you start again, why is it that you are getting bigger while you're fattening me up?"

�� "Oh that?� Well, it's rather like this," Victoria explained, "You see, this whole chamber is like a lens, designed to collect and focus the power here and inject it directly into you, luscious thing that you are.� However, it isn't a perfect process, and in sort of the same fashion that motes of dust floating in the air scatter the light of the sun, a bit of the power that I'm channeling ends up radiating off in different directions.� Now, a lot of it just ends up going into you anyway, but a good bit of it finds its way to me which explains, of course, how I managed to outgrow my attire back there before our romantic interlude.� But enough of the how-to's and why-fores, are you ready to find out how much more you can hold now?"

"Just try me," Vicky came back, "And don't hold back; I'm a big girl, I can take it."

"Vicky," Victoria said, "I sincerely hope that you're going to find this as pleasurable as I am."

Vicky only flashed her a steamy smile, as Victoria started a new dance.� She was moving slowly this time, with a sensual and deliberate grace that made the brimming contours of her body sway with ponderous beauty.� Vicky, reflecting on this, thought it was probably for the best, since now that she had outgrown her clothes, a repeat of her earlier frenetic gyrations would likely have resulted in Victoria knocking herself out with her own massive mammaries.� As it was, Vicky found herself enchanted by this new dance of Victoria's.� She moved with a buoyant sort of grace, swaying side to side as if she were only following the natural inclinations of her jigglesome figure, allowing it guide her so that every tremor was deliciously exaggerated.� Vicky was spellbound, watching as she felt the air around her crackling with gathering energy, as tendrils of glimmering mist began to wreath Victoria's body.� Just as before, Victoria pulled herself from her reverie and looked deep into Vicky's eyes.� Vicky braced herself for what was next; the outstretched arms, the sudden unstoppable surge of power surging into her body, the transcendent feeling of fullness and ecstasy that were sure to come.

Victoria raised her arms, arching an eyebrow as if she knew intimately of Vicky's expectations.� The blast that Vicky anticipated though, never came, for Victoria simply placed the palms of her hands against the sides of her tremendous belly and carried on with her suggestive undulations.� At first Vicky, more than a little confused, felt nothing.� But as Victoria continued and the tension in the air grew, Vicky started to feel her stomach growing fuller.� She looked up at Victoria, who now began to press her hands against the bulging sides of her belly.� As she did so, Vicky suddenly felt the pressure in her own voluminous middle increasing.� Victoria slid her hands across the silky expanse of her belly, writhing slowly as she touched herself.� She cradled its great, fertile bulk in her arms, moving as if she could hardly stagger along with such a burden and Vicky felt a tingling in the delicate flesh of her underbelly in exactly the same place that Victoria was touching her own.� Looking down, Vicky realized that while she had been watching, her belly had already become palpably enlarged.� Victoria was now embracing herself, as if trying to reach all the way around her own magnificence.� Vicky felt herself swelling up, as if somewhere inside of her, someone had opened a faucet which was now steadily filling her up.� With a mischievous glance, Victoria lifted her hands away from her belly, instantly Vicky her expansion pause.� Victoria waited a beat, and then suddenly slapped her overgrown belly like a drum.� Vicky felt a sudden pulse flow through her body; her belly gave a start as she gained another fifty pounds in the instant that Victoria's hands met her skin.� Victoria paused again, smiling, her hands at the ready.� Another slap rang out, louder than the first; Vicky's belly was forced to accommodate even more this time.� Again, Victoria waited, suspending her hands over her belly, pink from her self-flagellation.� Vicky sighed, and nodded to her.� In instant later, Vicky heard a loud wet smack that reverberated off the walls of the cave.� In the same moment, she felt herself gaining an alarming amount of weight, her belly expanding as if ten gallons of fat had just been injected into her swelling tummy, leaving it lusciously distended, so huge that it cast her thighs into shadow, lifting her enormous tits towards her face, their skin pressing excitingly against Vicky's shapely neck.

Victoria began to roll her hips again and leaned forwards in a way that bespoke her open defiance of gravity and began to stroke her thighs.� Vicky felt the same steady sensation as before, as if somewhere inside of her a life-giving stream had been turned loose to fill her as it saw fit.� Her thighs were fattening steadily, and though Vicky could hardly see them around the engorged sphere of her belly, she could feel them plumping up, soon reaching the point where she had to spread her legs just to keep them from squeezing the moist heart of her desire too distractingly.� In front of her, Victoria turned herself in a lazy circle, presenting her expansive posterior to Vicky.� She ran her hand along it and then, as knowing that it would be futile to try to compass such a vast expanse with her hands, began to shake her ass.� With every twist of her hips, her phenomenally fattened bottom trembled like pudding in an earthquake, and as she performed, Vicky felt her own body throbbing in unison, each oscillation of Victoria's curvaceous rear causing her own to expand.� Victoria, lost in the sensation of her own tremulous ass, began to shake herself harder and faster; Vicky felt her butt widening and inflating beneath her, the cushions below her body compressing as she expanded.� Soon Victoria was jerking around like she was having the most passionate sex of her life; Vicky felt the continuous pulsations rippling through her body as her bottom was stuffed to such immensity that even her lush thighs seemed modest in comparison, and Vicky began to realize that even if Victoria were to stop right this minute, and give her all the time she might need to recover her strength, rising and walking under her own power would be a doubtful proposition, to say the least.� At last, her body glistening with perspiration, Victoria�s movement slowed, and as she turned, Vicky saw the skin of her thighs glistening especially moist by the firelight.

� "Oh, I'm sorry if I got a bit carried away there," Victoria said, panting softly, "I hope I didn't stuff you too full just now.� Well, maybe a little more that I intended to, but it definitely suits you, and you did say you wanted the de luxe treatment now didn't you?� Alright then, time to round you out with some gifts that'll make you even more jaw-droppingly gorgeous than you already are.� No, no need to say a word, you just lie there and let me work my magic."

� With a gentle shimmy that sent her own burdensome bosom quivering, Victoria cupped her breasts as well as she was able.� Immediately, Vicky's breasts began to grow, as if they were being injected with fat from underneath.� Victoria started fondling her pendulous jugs, kneading herself with obvious delight.� Vicky felt each pinch of her fingers as her own bust inflated to obscene proportions.� She felt her breasts getting heavier, spreading wider as they rolled out across her outstretched arms.� Soon she was buried out to her wrists by her own creamy mountains, and Victoria showed no signs of stopping.� She began to rub her breasts in a more circular way, as if reaching for the pair of tight, throbbing nipples that were obviously well beyond her reach.� Her intention was clear though, and Vicky felt her own crimson peaks fattening in response, her breasts being pumped up with fat until at last they touched the palms of her hands, larger than her ass, her belly, so large in fact that Vicky wondered just how much room was left between her pert protuberances and the chamber's ceiling.� Victoria mashed her hands into the enveloping fullness of her own huge tits, and Vicky felt another surge as her breasts were forced to receive even more as Victoria tested the limits of Vicky's capacity.� As her fingers sank into the creamy, billowing flesh of her immense breasts, Vicky began to feel as if it would have been a good idea to stop this several seconds ago.� Victoria however, was lost in her body's own rolling rhythms, and carried on blissfully fondling her own tits.� Vicky felt lightheaded, her pulse pounding as her breasts distended with fat.� They weighed so heavy against her chest, and upon her huge belly, still growing as Victoria, softly humming to herself, played with herself, oblivious to just how enormous she was forcing Vicky to become.� Vicky thought, for a short moment, about saying something, about calling out.� Surely Victoria would hear her, would stop as soon as she saw how fantastically bloated Vicky's bosom had become.� But Vicky realized, as she felt her breasts stretching to accept even more, that this was just what she wanted.� She kept silent, stifling a whimper of delight as Victoria, still entranced by her own body, cupped her hands beneath her mountainous bosom and pressed her face into her capacious cleavage.� Vicky felt her boobs filling with fat, as if it were being pumped into them from inside.� They were so ponderously heavy now, so achingly full.� A few more seconds passed.� Vicky kept as quiet as she could, until finally her breasts attained such a degree of repletion that she had to let out a little sigh of satisfaction.� Victoria stopped, and opened her eyes.

"Good heavens, Vicky," she said, staring at Vicky's mammoth melons, "Why didn't you say something when I let myself get carried away?� I had no idea I was making you so, so, colossal."

"Hmmmm?" Vicky smiled, stretching her arms out above her head and arching her back as if she had just awoken from a nap, "Maybe I just felt like getting carried away myself.� I do love what you've done to me though, I feel like the very picture of beauty.� I just wish you had made all of me as big as these big, juicy boobs here.� Also, it'd be nice to be able to walk, or at least waddle, but I suppose a girl can't have everything."

"Vicky, you are truly a woman after my own heart," Victoria remarked, "I've always said there weren't enough women in this world with the sort of lust for life that you and I have.� And as for walking, if you were to stick around a while and rest for a bit, you might surprise yourself.� Millie, you know, after she spent enough time in my company, ended up about the size you are now, and she got around pretty well.� And my, but it was such a treat to watch that girl walk; we did have such fun together."

� "You really do miss her, don't you?" Vicky asked, quietly, as Victoria walked around and took a seat by her, Vicky's head nestled in her expansive cleavage.

��� "I really do," Victoria admitted quietly, "She was the only woman I ever met who really, understood me; who understood what a wonderful sort of life two women could have here in this house with all its blessings.� I don't begrudge her for wanting to have a life outside of that.� I'm not angry that I had to share her with her husband; it�s just that, that when I was with her, everything just felt so right, so natural.� All my life I had felt like some sort of an aberration, a sport of nature for enjoying the things that seemed so very natural to me, like the wonderful way I always felt in the water as it made me fat and buxom, or how my heart always skipped a beat when I was sharing my bed with a woman just as large and lusty as I was made to be."

�� "It must have been very difficult for you, being alone all these many years," Vicky said, her voice hushed, as she dabbed at a tear running down Victoria's cheek, "I hope that having me here helps a little at least."

�� "Oh Vicky, you have no idea," Victoria whispered fervently, stroking Vicky's hair," I had all but given up hope.� It had been so long since anyone cared enough to fix up the house; just to see you taking some pride in cleaning the place up made me feel better than I had in more years than I can count.� And that first night, when I dared to visit you, I hoped against all hope that you wouldn't be frightened of me, or repulsed by what I was."

"Victoria," Vicky said quietly, words escaping her for a moment as she realized that Victoria wasn't just the strong, sensual woman who had so wonderfully dominated her that first night, she was a woman desperately in need of someone to understand her, someone to accept her, "I can't even imagine not being smitten with you from the moment we first met.� I've always felt apart from the rest of the world too, like I was born in the wrong time."

"Have you truly?" Victoria asked eagerly, "Even all these years then, is there no place for women like us in the world?"

"Well, to tell the truth, before I came here I never knew that I was this sort of woman," Vicky explained, "I mean, in my day and age, a girl can take another girl to bed if she likes, and there's certainly places where people, men and women, who think there's no such thing as a girl with too much weight, as long as she carries it in all the right places.� But I never thought I was either, until I came here, until I met you.� I spent all my time in college wondering why none of the guys I was involved with really satisfied me, not just sexually, I mean, but inside me, like a very important part of my heart was just so empty I didn't even know how it would feel for it to be filled.� Until you found me."

"Vicky, I know exactly how you feel," Victoria said, "And don't feel like you have to say another word about it just now.� I mean, not that I don't want to talk about our, our relationship, it's just an awful lot to contemplate, and now that we both know how the other feels, we can take our time with it and just let it grow between us."

"That's sounds good," Vicky said, feeling a little spent herself from having suddenly opened up the depths of her secret soul to someone, "Let's just have fun together then, and experience this all as it unfolds."

"Wonderful," Victoria said, grasping Vicky's plump arm tightly, "Now then, weren't you saying something about wanting to gain a few more pounds tonight?"

�� "If you don't mind dancing," Vicky said with a wink, "I think you'll find me to be a most receptive audience."

"Well then," Victoria said, pushing a few more pillows under Vicky's head so that she would still be able to watch as her girth increased, "I think I might be able to do that.� I'll just have to go a bit slower, you're very full already you know, and well, I'm not sure if I would dare to fatten your breasts up any more right now; I fear I may have blown them up too big already."

� "Aw, are you sure?" Vicky asked, giving herself a squeeze as if to show how much more she could take, "Just look at how soft they still are!� These girls aren't anywhere close to full.� So come on Victoria, pump 'em up some more!� It just feels sooooo good, and I promise I'll tell you if I feel like you're giving me too much.� Please!� I'll make it worth your while if you do..."

"Very well," Victoria sighed, smiling as if she had hoped that she might be talked into doing this very thing, "I'm still going to do your breasts last though; they're so overfilled I can practically hear them groaning already."

"That's fine," Vicky said with a smile as Victoria took her place once again on her impromptu dance floor, "You'll just have more time spend fattening me up everywhere else.� Unless of course, you don't like big girls..."

"Vicky my darling," Victoria said as she shimmied her shoulders and began to dance, "by the time I'm finished with you, you'll be the biggest girl in all the state of Georgia."

Vicky watched hungrily as Victoria danced.� She hadn�t noticed it before, but she could see now that she had done a fair bit of growing herself while she was filling Vicky up.� It wasn't that she looked that much more voluptuous standing still, but as she moved, it was obvious that she had probably added another hundred pounds of jigglesome flesh to her figure, every subtle movement magnified as she flounced fulsomely for Vicky's pleasure.� For more than a minute, Vicky didn't feel anything happening; Victoria was dancing slower than last time, more deliberately, though gradually the magic coalesced around her bewitching form until her body was encoiled by the blue mist once more.� Satisfied at last that she had built up enough of a charge to begin, Victoria looked down and began to caress her belly pensively.� Immediately Vicky felt a tremble race through her body, her belly was beginning to grow, fattening just slowly enough that Vicky wished she would make happen faster.� As if divining Vicky's thoughts, Victoria started to massage the soft expanse of her belly more intently.� The sudden shock sent a shiver through Vicky's bloating middle as its load increased by several gallons.� Vicky felt it groaning softly as it stretched to contain this burden that left her feeling gloriously full, the smooth curve of her belly pushing against her soft, plush, inner thighs.� Victoria, clearly taking her responsibilities seriously now, stopped squeezing her belly and, with a smile, slowly, carefully, spread her legs beneath her and began to rock her body as if she were astride some invisible lover.� With each spasm of her body, Vicky felt another spurt of growth, as she was pumped full of fat half a gallon at a time, short, staccato bursts of pressure forcing her belly to grow increasingly distended, each pulse squeezing from within against her womanhood, already sodden with desire.� As the swollen sides of her belly began to groan louder, a gasp of delight escaped her lips, quiet and unmistakable.

� "Why Vicky, you wicked girl," Victoria murmured, not stopping her sensual swaying for a moment, "Are you getting off on this?� I ought to spank you right here and now, you naughty thing.� Then again, maybe I'll just spank myself and watch your ass inflate like a balloon.� I bet that would make you come, wouldn't it?� Hmmm, before I do that though, do you think you could stand it if I stuffed your belly just a little bit more?� That is what you wanted, isn't it?� Let's see how you like this then."

Vicky could only watch, the expanding sphere of her belly filling more and more of her field of vision, as Victoria, still doing her harlot's dance, slid her hands down along the underside of her own belly, reaching towards the moist well of delights that waited there.� Her belly was far too swollen for her to reach herself though (Vicky wondered how she was keeping her balance at all) and contented herself by touching the pale underside of her own fertile, overfilled belly.� Vicky felt heat building inside of her, as if more fuel were being added to the fiery furnace of passion that already burned savagely within her depths.� She felt impossibly full now, her gigantic belly swelling from beneath; Victoria had found all her most sensitive places and, smiling wickedly, was filling them with all that fat that they could hold.� The lower hemisphere of Vicky's belly ballooned; with each passing moment she grew more delectably luscious, the shape of it only making her appear more pregnant to a positively fantastic degree.� Her loins throbbed as she felt her labia swelling until it hurt, the skin of her belly creaking alarmingly.

"Well then," Victoria said with a satisfied air as she stood up carefully, "How's that now?� Not too much all at once I hope.� I mean, I certainly would have stopped sooner, but you were enjoying it so and I do take such pleasure in testing your limits.� Still, I think I might have overdone things just a bit there; if I were you I'd keep away from pointy objects for a while."

"Pointy objects?" Vicky asked weakly, not sure if she was serious.

�� "Oh no, don't you worry," Victoria reassured her, "You're safe and perfectly sound, I'm sure.� And besides, one can't spend one's entire life trying to go back and undo things, you have to put it all behind you and move on.� I'm sure that this will go much more smoothly.� And speaking of putting it all behind you, let's see how this tickles your fancy."

�� She turned away from Vicky, her hands planted firmly against her eye-filling hips and began to move with strange and seductive grace.� Vicky felt a tingling spread through her rump, and as Victoria began to sway, her ravishingly overfilled breasts and belly looking even more luscious from behind.� Vicky was starting to grow again.� She felt her bottom expanding, not at the passionate, lust-soaked pace that her belly had grown at, but slower, more evenly, as if Victoria were being more careful with her this time.� Vicky stared; the way she moved was almost unnatural.� Victoria's ass jiggled sublimely as Vicky found herself almost overwhelmed by the fact that she herself was already considerably larger.� Victoria danced silently, not so much as stealing a glance out of the corner of her eye as she gradually stuffed Vicky with more and more.� She didn't need to look; she could hear everything, from the primal crackling of the fire, to the crimpling of the pillows pressed beneath Vicky as she grew heavier, to the quiet rasping of Vicky's breath as a succession of spasms stole through her body, like the tremors that herald an earthquake building deep below the surface.� Victoria strained her ears for one other sound, the sort of soft stretching noise that would tell her when Vicky had received as much as she could hold.� Victoria heard no such sound though, and with a lustful glint in her eye, she carried on, Vicky gaining and gaining as her magic penetrated her body.� Vicky felt her thighs fattening, the underside of her massive belly pressed heavily upon them.� She slid her hands down past her waist and placed them against her fetchingly juicy derriere.� It throbbed against Vicky's fingers, already filled with more than Vicky thought she could possibly hold, and yet, as Victoria steadily pumped gallon after gallon of fat into her quivering behind, the discomfort of being so absolutely stuffed was more than outweighed by the pleasure she felt as she grew more sinfully voluptuous.� Victoria continued to dance, looking over her shoulder every now and then to see how Vicky was progressing.� Vicky's calves were plumping up faster now, as if her behind had taken all that it could hold and now everything else below her waist was being forced to accept what the rest of her body could not possibly hold.� Her shapely thighs were rapidly attaining a truly staggering degree of opulence.� Vicky found that just bending her knees was quickly becoming difficult, and as she felt her ass trembling beneath the weight of her body as it struggled to contain its own blossoming bulk, Vicky began to wonder if Victoria was really serious about stopping before she wound up with another portion of her anatomy dangerously overexpanded.� Her worries were in vain though, for Victoria was keeping a closer eye on Vicky this time, and as her thighs began to make a sound like two wet balloons being rubbed together, Victoria slowed her dance and turned.

Vicky couldn't help but notice that Victoria had been gaining weight this entire time.� Everything about her had gotten bigger, as the power she was channeling into Vicky, unable to wait for its intended target, had been increasing her already ample girth, filling her from her fat watermelon tits to her bloated belly to her fabulously buxom behind.� The smoke surrounding her was thicker too, as making Vicky gain weight at a more gradual pace had caused it to build up around her, accumulating around her body faster than she was using it.

"There we are," Victoria cooed, "Is that better now?� After all a girl might be able to stand having her belly fattened to such lascivious excess, but I don't think that even you could endure having that big, bloated bottom of yours fattened up nearly as much.� I mean, just think about how much weight it has to support, you fat little thing, you.� And really, it's a lucky thing I decided to go gently with you this time; just because your skin isn't stretched tight as a drum doesn't mean you haven't put on more weight than you ought to already.� Oh, but just look at your thighs though, so soft and creamy white; it makes me weak just thinking of the paradise I could find between them.� It's almost enough to make me want to see if you could take just a little more, maybe another hundred pounds or so, well, two hundred at the most, I promise; I can just imagine you embracing me between those silky thighs of yours.� I promise I'd make it worth your while, whatever might happen."

� "But Victoria," Vicky sighed, worried that Victoria might at any minute convince herself to inflate her behind with more than it could safely hold, "Aren't you forgetting something?� I mean, I know my boobs are awfully big already, but you did say that you could make them a little bit bigger, if you were careful about it.� And if you were thinking of throwing caution to the wind and pumping part of me up until I beg for mercy, until I'm absolutely ready to pop, why don't you see just how much my titties can take?� Go ahead; just fill them up until one of us loses her nerve.� I mean, they are so very full already, but I bet you could make them twice as big if you really wanted to."

"Twice as big?" Victoria asked incredulously, "Vicky, I don't know how you can even bear having them the size they are now.� The pressure alone must be intolerable!� But all right, if you really want me to make your tits even fatter, I suppose I can try, though I won't be responsible for what might happen if I go too far."

�� "Of course not," Vicky said, "I can make my own decisions; I'm a big girl after all.� It's just that it would be so heavenly if you could make me an even bigger one than I am already.� So come on, give me everything you've got!� I don't want to hear you even mention stopping until I'm screaming for mercy."

�� "If you insist," Victoria said with a smile, "I'll try to be gentle."

Victoria began by leaning forward, farther and farther until her bloated bosom almost touched the smooth stone floor as Vicky wondered how she managed to keep from tipping right over onto her chest.� The magic around her gathered in strength until Victoria's entire body seemed to almost glow with it; she touched her fingers to her magnificently cumbersome bust and Vicky felt a crackle of power beginning to flow, as if a circuit between their two bodies had been completed, and her breasts began to grow once more.� Her vast mammaries seemed almost reluctant to get bigger, as if even Vicky's body knew that she had already had more than enough for one day.� In fact, as Vicky felt her breasts shudder as they finally started to expand, she thought that they had probably had enough to last them at least a month, but it was too late to change her mind now; Victoria's eyes were closed; she had given herself over to that worshipful, meditative state, completely engrossed in her quest to satisfy herself while making Vicky as tremendous as possible.� As Victoria stroked her breasts, Vicky felt her own growth gaining momentum.� They were growing faster now, filling with fat as the magic of Victoria's dance pumped them up with more and more.� Looking down at her body, Vicky was awed to see that her breasts projected out wider than the bed of pillows upon which she lay; were it not for their lush roundness she surely would have already felt the touch of cold stone against her tender skin.� At this rate though, such a development was only a matter of time.� Victoria moaned and began to trace large, lazy circles around her nipples, the great circumference of her bosom making it altogether impossible for her to touch them herself.� No sooner had she completed her first half-circle around her taut cherried peaks than Vicky experienced the results herself.� Her own nipples throbbed unbearably, and though they were too far beyond the horizon of her heaving globes for her to see, she felt them growing painfully erect, as if they were being pinched.� Desperate to see what was happening to her, Vicky looked up and watched in the dimly mirrored ceiling as yet another part of her was sold over to the pure pursuit of fleshly desires.� Her areolae, stretched by her latest session until they were a delicate bubblegum pink, were rapidly darkening.� They grew rosy first, then deepened to a dark ruby color.� Vicky's breathing quickened; the soft and burdensome weight of her breasts growing heavier against her neck as they grew ever more enlarged.� Victoria, still swaying lusciously, was almost hidden by the roiling mists around her.� Vicky felt another surge; several gallons more flooded into her bosom.� Her breasts were so full now that they quivered even when Vicky lay perfectly still.�

� Like a dam crumbling as a river overtops it, Vicky felt it growing stronger, faster, as if Victoria could hardly control the power any more, and it was leaking, no- flooding out of her body and directly into Vicky's overinflated breasts.� She looked up at her reflection again, agape at how mind-bending voluptuous she had grown.� She filled up the entire middle of the chamber, every inch of her body smooth and rounded and perfect.� She felt as if she had become a goddess, one whose worship might entail any number of acts of devotion, so long as they culminated in the climax that she desired above all others.� Vicky longed to be touched, caressed, fondled, anything, as long as it was by Victoria.� Though at this particular moment, she entertained the thought that since there was more than enough of her to go around, she wondered if her voluptuous dancing girl might not mind sharing her just a bit.� Lost in a reverie, Vicky felt herself jolted back to her senses by a sudden touch of cold against her bloated mammaries as they were fattened to the point where the mountain of pillows ran out and her white skin made contact with the polished stone floor.� Vicky felt an instant tightening race through their flesh, as if she had just stepped into a cold shower.� Goosebumps popped up around her nipples as they swelled, readying themselves for further stimulation. Vicky felt, then heard, her breasts creaking as they strained to hold their own trembling immensity.� She was amazed that it had taken them this long to reach this point; only Victoria's determination to go so gently had made it possible to fill Vicky's breasts with so much more than she had thought she could take.� Now though, it was obvious that she had reached her limit, and no matter how tender Victoria was with her, Vicky knew that she couldn't take much more of this treatment.

"Victoria," Vicky called softly, trying to get her attention, "I think you might want to stop; I think I've had about as much as I can handle for right now."

Victoria, with her eyes closed and wearing a lascivious smile, continued to sway gently, fondling herself as if bewitched by her own charms.� Vicky felt her breasts stretching as they grew.� Each second that passed forced another gallon of fat into her achingly swollen tits.

� "Um, Victoria, I'm really starting to get a bit too big over here," Vicky called again, a note of worry finding its way into her voice, "You can stop now; my boobs are plenty big enough for the moment."

Victoria danced on, enraptured by the delights of her own body.� Vicky cried out as a sudden surge or ill-contained magic forced another hundred pounds into her overstuffed tits, as if the power beneath the spring was trying to stop her from distracting Victoria.� Whether it was trying to frighten her into submission by inflating her breasts to such dangerous fullness or simply trying to distract her with pleasure though, Vicky couldn't tell.� She could feel them stretching desperately to hold it all, creaking with alarming insistence.� At the same time, Vicky felt herself growing distractingly aroused, the honeyed flesh between her thighs burning as she toyed with the idea of just being quiet and letting Victoria carry on with it, forcing her breasts to get bigger and bigger.� She felt a curious sort of tickling sensation beginning around her nipples, as if she had reached a whole new level of saturation.� It was frightening, but also strangely enticing.� No, I'm not thinking clearly! Vicky realized with a start, I'm way too big already; I've got to stop this while I still can, while I still want it to stop!

"Victoria, please!" Vicky screamed, "Wake up, my boobs can't take this much!"

Victoria finally stopped and opened her eyes, her hands slipping away from her breasts as she came to her senses, blinking as is she had just been awakened from a dream, blue mists still swirling around her body.

� "Oh, sorry Vicky, I must have just gotten carried away with myself and I-" she suddenly noticed just how tremendous Vicky's breasts had become, "Oh my heavens Vicky, why didn't you say something sooner?� My goodness, I didn't mean to blow you up with this much.� I don't think I've ever seen a pair of tits so absolutely filled to the brim before.� They don't hurt, do they?"

"Well, they kind of ache a little,"� Vicky confessed, "Like maybe you overdid it, but they're still so sensitive it's kind of hard to sort everything out, like they're just so stimulating that it's a little overwhelming.� I'm okay though, I'm just happy you finally heard me and stopped when you did; I was afraid you were just going to keep on playing with yourself until my boobs exploded."

"Vicky, I'd never do anything like that," Victoria said, the vapors surrounding her body finally beginning to disperse, "Well, not on purpose anyway.� At any rate, whenever I let myself gain too much at once I found that there's nothing like a nice, deep massage to get loosened up again."

"That would be absolutely heavenly," Vicky said with a teasing smile, "Why don't you come on over here and get started; if you treat me really well, I might even forgive you for turning me into a parade balloon."

"Well, well my lady, if you put it that way, how can I refuse?" Victoria answered eagerly, "I'm afraid I've gained more than a few pounds myself while we've been down here, so if you'll pardon me while I make my way over to you, I think you'll soon discover my reputation as a masseuse is- Oof!"

Unaccustomed to walking with the weight that she had gained while inflating Vicky, Victoria lost her balance and tumbled forward.� Her breasts and belly bulged out at the sides from her weight as they struck the smooth floor of the cave with a smack that echoed off the walls.� In an instant, swirling energies that had been clinging to her body were spent, and before she knew it Victoria felt a rush of power coursing through her body.� Her breasts fattened, lifting her body several inches higher from the floor.� Her belly swelled, pressing against her juicy thighs, her knees slightly indenting its underside where they pressed against her belly's fulsome lower curve.� Victoria could feel her butt expanding, growing wider and rounder, her hips, supported by her round and bloated belly, widened, making her hourglass figure even more luscious from behind.� Soon it was over, and Victoria unsteadily tried to rise to her feet again, fully two hundred pounds heavier than she had been when she had entered the cave.

Well, there's certainly a bit more of me to hang on to now.� I suppose that could have easily been worse, she thought with relief as she struggled to lift herself from the floor, I was still charged with enough magic when I fell that I could have just as easily gained five times that just now.� I hope I didn't frighten Vicky there; she's probably worried about me.

"Vicky," Victoria called as she lifted herself off the ground, "Sorry about that, I'm just a little clumsy sometimes.� Are you- Oh. My. Goodness."

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Vicky, however had other things on her mind at this particular moment.� She had seen Victoria starting to walk over to her after offering her a good rub down, when she had seen her trip, pitch forward, and then disappear from view, as her view of pretty much everything south of her waist was hidden by the magnificence of her belly.� Vicky heard Victoria hit the floor, and suddenly there was a flash of blue light that seemed to fill the room, as if a small star had suddenly been ignited just a few feet away.� The light seemed to cool for a moment, and condensed into countless little particles that danced like motes of dust caught in an afternoon sunbeam.� Slowly, they began to fall, but not towards the ground.� They fell towards Vicky's breasts, as if her body were the source of some magnetic force.� The closest one fell against her skin, drawn to the waiting tip of her nipple.� Glowing faintly, it melted like a snowflake at the warm touch of her skin.� As it dissolved, Vicky suddenly felt a surge of growth, her breasts gaining several pounds, shuddering as they were compelled to grow larger.� It was only the first though, and a moment later, the other corpuscles of light descended upon her supine figure.� Touching her, they each evaporated like the first, bestowing their gifts upon Vicky's body.� She felt her breasts, already exquisitely overswollen, being filled with far more than she thought they could possibly take.� They quivered with fatness, inexorably spreading out across the floor, inching closer and closer to the polished chamber ceiling.

��� Oh no, Vicky thought, terrified by this new development, This has to stop; I can't take any more!� My boobs are already too full; They're going to burst!

��� As she lay there helplessly though, every second forcing her breasts to accept even more, Vicky realized that something had changed.� She still felt as if she were stuffed past her capacity, so far beyond her limits that she could only imagine how much her titanic mammaries must weigh, and yet, there was something about this new, transcendent level of saturation that Vicky found exhilarating.� Her fears dissolved in an instant, and as more motes of light delivered their nourishment into the ripening flesh of her bosom, Vicky found herself hungering for more.� It was a hunger that did not long have long to wait, for the magic swirling around her hastened to sate it.� Vicky's breasts ballooned with fat, incomprehensibly luscious as they grew and grew.� She felt her nipples growing taut with desire as they too lengthened, thickening and tingling as if they were being pumped up with pure, distilled, bliss, their expansion stopping only because they could hold no more.� As the pressure with her breasts built, Vicky's areolae started to bulge out, puffy and pulsing as they stretched.� The cool air of the cave made innumerable little goose bumps pop up across their tender expanse, and Vicky noticed that, as her body had grown more receptive, the sparks dancing in the air were now being drawn to her belly as well. �

Vicky felt a shiver of anticipation as the first one found its way to her navel; it melted into her, and she gave a thrill as her belly fattened slightly.� Another one found its way to the center of her belly, and then another and another.� Soon they were pouring into Vicky's body, stuffing her middle with more and more.� Vicky felt it getting heavier, swelling out in front of her body, creaking with barely contained fertility.� She was getting so aroused she could barely stand it; waves of pleasure throbbed against her from within until her cup of joy overflowed.�

� Yes! YES! Vicky screamed within the silence of her mind, Oh yes, give me of this!� I can take all of it, every drop.� Fill me, fill me!� No please, don't worry about how full my tits are already, just keep it coming, pump them up with everything there is.� And my belly, oh just keep it coming.� Let me suck this place dry if I have to, but give me more!� Give me more until I don't even know where I am anymore, until I'm just awash in a sea of endless pleasures.� Just keep filling me and feeding me until I become the very incarnation of lust and desire.� Oh, just do anything, gave me anything, but make a goddess and make me ready to fuck Victoria until we're both too exhausted to lift a finger and then let her fuck me some more.

Vicky's belly was inconceivably distended now, wider even than her spreading hips it almost lent her the illusion of decency as its blooming curve lapped over the moist garden of her delights.� She heard a soft pop as her belly button popped out, a single prominence in a vast curved expanse of alabaster skin.� Her belly had grown so huge that it was beginning to push her breasts, as massive as they were, up against Vicky's face, still round and perfect, though she was at last beginning to develop an indulgent double chin, though in contrast to the breathtaking excess of the rest of her it almost made her face seem slender in comparison.� Her breasts, not to be outdone, were now so enormous that they lay more upon the bare stone beneath her than they did on the bed of pillows on which she lay.� Vicky had never imagined that such delicious sensations of satiation as this existed.� Not an iota of worry remained in her mind; she could do this all night, she was sure, and love every second of it.� The closest thing to discomfort that she felt was an aching in her nipples, as if they yearned for the stimulation of a tender pair of hands upon them, or the knowing lips of someone well-equipped to make them gush forth with delights.� After what felt like a splendorous eternity, Vicky felt the last speck of light spend itself upon her.� Vicky was sated, completely relaxed and too tired to even think about how staggeringly huge she had become.� Her overdeveloped gifts now made it impossible to see anything below her, but after a few seconds of silence, she heard Victoria cry out.

"Vicky," Victoria called, "Sorry about that, I'm just a little clumsy sometimes. �Are you- Oh. My. Goodness."

�� "Hi Victoria, are you down there, my love?" Vicky called back, "I'm afraid you'll have to come up around this way; I seem to have recently put on a few pounds."

"Vicky, are you alright?" Victoria asked, deeply concerned, "I really didn't mean to do that; I must have just slipped on something.� I would have been more careful if I had known how much magic I still had in me."

"Victoria, I'm fine," Vicky reassured her, "Actually, I'm better than fine, I feel so wonderful that I wish there were a better word for it, but my mind is still so fuzzy I'm afraid I can't for the life of me think what it is."

"Well, alright, if you say so," Victoria answered, still doubtful regarding Vicky's well-being, "It's just that, at least from this angle, you look like you're ready to pop."

"Believe me Victoria, I've never been better in my life," Vicky said, "Oh, you do have to try this sometime; you'd absolutely love it."

�� "As long as you're sure then, I suppose I needn't worry," Victoria answered, "You're just so overstuffed your belly is distended like a balloon.� My goodness, you really did overdo it, you've even got stretch marks."

"What? Where?" Vicky asked, looking down as if there were any chance that she could glimpse the lower half of her body.

"Right here, on your belly," Victoria replied, as Vicky felt her hand cautiously pressing against her skin, "Goodness but you bulge out at the sides here, I don't think I've ever seen a woman take in so much at one sitting."

� "Are they going to go away?" Vicky asked, mildly concerned that they might be a permanent feature, but also inwardly delighted that she had pushed herself so far."

�� "Oh yes, next time you hit the spring I'm sure they'll fade right away," Victoria replied, caressing Vicky's belly a bit more, "There was this one time, after all, when Millie and I went down to the spring and well, we were both feeling so marvelously naughty, so we took turns having-� Well, you'll find out about that soon enough.� Besides, it might sound funny, but you having stretch marks is kind of nice, it makes you look more maternal.� In fact, I'm sure you'll think it frightfully odd of me to say so, but it�s actually kind of a turn on."

"Why, Victoria, you kinky girl," Vicky laughed, "You're going to have to share all your other fetishes with me when we have the time."

� "Oh, I do have one or two others," Victoria admitted demurely, "I was waiting until we got to know each other a little bit better before I bared all my inmost secrets to you, but I suppose we are on fairly intimate terms now.� All the same, I think we've got enough here to work with tonight.� I promise I'll unburden myself of a few more secrets next time we meet; think of it as an added incentive to see me again."

� "Why Victoria, just being with you is all the incentive I need," Vicky enthused, "Still, more is always better I suppose.� Anyways, I'm getting tired of talking at my belly, come on around up top here so that I can see your smiling face again."

"Vicky, I'd love to," Victoria began with concern, "But I'm afraid there's one little, well, not so little, problem."

��� "A problem; What is it?� Vicky asked.

"Well, it's just that your breasts, my fat little maid- I'm afraid there's not enough room by the wall for me to squeeze myself through."

"Victoria, you don't mean it!" Vicky said in disbelief, "Am I really that huge?� Do my boobs really fill up the entire room like that?"

� "You will be pleased to learn then, that at its narrowest at least, there are hardly six inches clear between the wall of this chamber and your own ambrosial globes," Victoria answered.

"Couldn't you just squeeze through then?" Vicky asked earnestly, "I mean, I know that isn't a whole lot of room, but I'm pretty soft; you push my ample endowments out of the way and push on though.� I won't even mind if you have to rub that big, sexy body of yours all over me to make it through."

"That is a very tempting offer," Victoria allowed, "But I'm afraid that the same accident that has left you brimming over with your own goodness filled this big, sexy body of mine to become considerably bigger than it already was."

� "You don't say," Vicky said, almost smacking her lips with anticipation, "Well, now I really want to see you; I hope every bit of it went right to those gorgeous watermelon tits of yours.� I just can't wait to see you in motion."

"Vicky my darling, it has gone to every part of me; I'm still having trouble standing," Victoria said, "And I think I know what to do now, if you don't mind me doing a bit of climbing."

��� "A bit of- Ohhh, by all means, do proceed," Vicky said, taking Victoria's meaning, "You know you don't need an excuse to climb up on top of me."

"Well then, let's see if I haven't gotten too fat to do this then," Victoria answered with obvious enthusiasm, "You just lie there for a moment, Vicky- Oh, what am I saying?� It isn't as if you can go anywhere else, can you?"

Victoria found that climbing up on top of Vicky was a bit more difficult than she has expected.� Vicky's belly was so enormously swollen that Victoria had trouble pulling herself up, ultimately just ooching up a few inches at a time until she reached the summit.� Vicky's belly bulged out beneath Victoria, creaking like an overinflated balloon as it took her weight.� Victoria was almost tempted to ask Vicky if she was all right, but her low sighs of pleasure told her all that she needed to know.� Victoria finally situated herself atop Vicky, straddling her titanic belly, several feet of space between her feet and the cavern floor on either side.

"Hello there, gorgeous," Vicky said with a come hither look in her eye, "How's the view from up there?"

� "Oh, it's quite spectacular," Victoria answered, "You're even more fantastic from this vantage point."

�� "Am I now?" Vicky asked playfully, "How fantastic am I?"

� "Oh, you should see just how you've grown," Victoria gushed, "Your nipples alone are so plump I don't think I could even fit my mouth around them any more."

"Ooh, that sounds like a challenge if ever I heard one," Vicky said with a shiver of anticipation, "Why don't you try it and see if you can?"

���� �Victoria leaned forward, precariously balanced atop Vicky's huge tummy.� She felt it trembling beneath her as she shifted her weight, throbbing against her sensitive skin of her thighs.� She overbalanced, and slipped forward, her plump hands sinking into the pale expanse of Vicky's vast bosom.� As she reached across it, Victoria was amazed at how soft Vicky's colossal breasts still were, how despite the fact that they had been forced to hold much more than her groaning belly they remained lush and yielding.� Heat rose from her skin, as if Vicky's entire body was a raging furnace of desire, with Victoria's every touch only more fuel to her fire.� She grabbed Vicky's waiting nipple and rolled it playfully in her hands; it sprung to attention in her embrace, growing fat and taut and just a little too big for her to wrap one hand around its girth.� With one last smile at Vicky waiting expectantly below, Victoria opened wide and took it into her mouth.

Instantly, several things happened.� Vicky let loose a deep, shuddering gasp that set her entire body aquiver as an hour's worth of pent-up sexual energy suddenly found release.� Her nipple, stimulated by the touch of Victoria's lips, grew tight and firm, filling her mouth until her lips were stretched so wide they ached.� Victoria pressed her hands against Vicky's overstretched aureola, kneading its puffy surface with attentive hands.� Immediately, she felt a warm trickle against her tongue; Vicky had started to give milk again.� It wasn't anything like last night; even as she swallowed it down delightedly, Victoria knew that this would be no repeat of the night before; she could nurse at Vicky's bloated breasts all night and not lessen their flourishing overfullness.� All the same, it excited her.� Victoria savored the warmth of Vicky's milk; it was so hot it almost burned the inside of her mouth, but in a good way, like a fresh cup of hot chocolate on a cold day, and Victoria gave a shiver of pleasure as it warmed her inside.� Vicky's breathing was labored, punctuated by husky moans of ecstasy as she pumped her thighs together to plumb the depths of her own rapture.� Her belly quaked in response, and Victoria felt herself growing more and more aroused, her seat becoming ever more uncertain as the wetness of her ardor increased.� She suckled harder, rocking her hips as she stoked her own passion towards climax.� Vicky's other breast, across the gaping canyon of her cleavage, had started to leak milk in sympathy; interrupted by an occasional geyserlike spurt, its white stream dribbled down between her breasts and Victoria hoped that Vicky would get a taste of her own sweet nectar.� It was only a fleeting thought though, for both women found themselves rushing towards that glorious pinnacle of release where all conscious thoughts are washed away in the warm and untamed tide of release.� Victoria squirmed with needful abandon against Vicky's belly, thirstily slurping down as much of her milk as she could, her cries of passion muffled by the supple bulk of Vicky's breast.� Vicky writhed helplessly beneath her, arching her back as wave after wave pulsed mercilessly against her most tender of places.�

� They came, convulsing together for what felt like an eternity, united in a dizzying explosion of rapturous release.� Milk erupted from Vicky's breasts, one spraying the ceiling of the chamber until white rained down upon both women, spattering their skin with creamy droplets, the other releasing a surge that, in the space of a few seconds, forced some fifty gallons down Victoria's throat and into her belly.� Taken by surprise, Victoria pressed her hands against her middle as it ballooned alarmingly.� She felt herself inflating, her belly displacing her massive melons; bulging lower until the tender, suddenly overstretched flesh of her underbelly pressed tenderly against Vicky's own immense middle beneath her.� Victoria's belly creaked with tightness, her body unprepared to take in so much, so quickly, while below her, Vicky's protested against Victoria's increasing weight.

� "Ohh Vicky, I didn't expect that," Victoria sighed, milk dripping from her lips as she eased Victoria's nipple from her mouth, "How absolutely sublime you are!� I feel like you just made me gain another two hundred pounds right there!"

"Well," said Vicky with a lust-dazed smile, "There's no reason I should be the only one who gets to enjoy being too big to move."

"Vicky, you are an absolute-" Victoria began, but before she could finish her thought, the combination of her all-too slippery seat and the weight of her sudden, unexpectedly bloated belly, pulled her from her unsteady perch.� She slid forward, directly into the milk-sodden canyon of Vicky's lushly forswollen cleavage, setting off a cascade of jiggling flesh that threatened to rekindle the love-fires of both women.� Victoria opened her eyes to find herself face to face with Vicky.� Her own breasts lay heavy on either side of Vicky's head, and belly to enormous belly, Vicky felt as if she were lying distinctly downhill.� Seizing the moment, she drew herself in close and kissed Vicky with a silent, needful passion.� They both had so much they wanted to say, so many feelings built up inside of them.� Neither one knew how to begin though, and so they simply lay there together, lips and bodies locked in the satiated embrace of love's warm afterglow.� Vicky was the first to break away.� She opened her eyes and gazed deeply into Victoria's.� It was a look that spoke volumes, but there were three words at least, which needed to be spoken aloud.

��� "I love you," Vicky said simply.

��� "I love you too," Victoria echoed her, realizing the moment that the words had slipped off her tongue that not only was it true, but that any alternative was unimaginable.

"I've spent my whole life looking for someone like you, someone to make me feel alive and fill up the empty spaces in my heart,"� Vicky told her, her words coming more easily now, "I just never, in a million years, ever imagined that I was destined for something like this."

� "Oh, Vicky," Victoria breathed, "I've been waiting for you for so long, I'd forgotten what it was like to be anything but alone.� I spent so many years carrying this deep aching loneliness that that I didn't even know it was there until you came along and made it disappear."

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��� "I just love you so much," Vicky said again, her voice faltering with emotion, "All I want to do is stay here with you- be together with you.� Every waking moment of the day, through all the hours of the night, I want to be with you, Victoria."

"Vicky, my dear sweet love, we will be," Victoria said, tears of joy running down her face, "You'll never be alone again; I'll never leave you."

There was still so much to say, so much to share, but for this one moment, all of it could wait.� Victoria caressed Vicky's cheeks and once more their lips met in a kiss sealed with passion.� Tongues eagerly probing, they searched one another, each drinking deeply from the intoxicating sweetness of the other's lips, hungry and urgent and delirious.� Vicky and Victoria lingered in a languorous embrace until, with all the pleasures of their flesh satisfied and their hearts at happy peace, they drifted off to sleep contented, each one wrapped in the arms of her buxom lover.

Morning was coming.� Vicky stretched and yawned, the tangled and twisted sheets of her bed hiding and revealing the well-fattened curves of her pajama'd form.� She opened her eyes, blinking against the light as the sultry sun rose over that lazy, luscious land, and smiled to herself.� Life was good, and before she saw the sun rose again, it was only going to get better.

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