Caution: In the event that you have downloaded this story while under the impression that it is a modern translation of Ferdinand Hamdinger's An Authoritative Treatise on the Roman Aqueducts of Northern Britain, I must inform you that it is so totally not that thing.� This is in fact a work of an entirely bawdy nature, filled with descriptions of the utmost naughtiness, mostly concerning women attaining a positively scandalous degree of voluptuousness and one particular woman availing herself of every opportunity to render herself even more indescribably buxom.� Indeed, from there it only gets worse, and it is only out of concern for your tender sensibilities, gentle reader, that I here refrain from going into any greater depth at this time.� Read on then, only if you think yourself prepared for the tale of a woman utterly seduced by the temptations of the flesh, one whose insatiable lust and thirst for her own expansion is so great that even time itself can scarcely contain it (and all the juicy stuff that happens along the way there).� Everyone else, this is your last chance to go read about aqueducts (because they're really quite fascinating, but admittedly, not all that sexy).

Vicky and Victoria: Part 4

by: Kodos

����������� Blinking blearily at the morning sun, Vicky turned away from the window and tugged the tangled covers up over her head.� The cool morning air coming in through the open window was just cold enough that it made her want to curl up in bed and� put off starting the day just a little longer.� Vicky's mind was still pleasantly foggy with dreams of last night as delightful and disjointed memories of being so deliciously entangled with the amorous Victoria swirled enjoyably in her head.� Vicky snuggled up under the covers.� Her pillow seemed like the best place imaginable for her head at the moment; and it seemed for all the world that there could be no better way to spend the morning than luxuriating lazily in bed like this.� Her breasts, so heavy and full that they seemed to take up as much of the bed as the rest of her did, were warm against her body, held close by her pajamas.� As she turned herself away from the sun's uninvited intrusion her huge belly bulged out from beneath her untucked nightshirt and reluctantly rolled with her, as if it had at last become so enormous that it expected to have a say in whether or not Vicky rolled over at this particular minute, though at the moment she did not feel like giving it one.� All the same, it quivered enjoyably as she rolled onto her side, rejoicing in how much softer it was this morning than it had been when she went to bed.� Indeed, Vicky found herself kneading its yielding bulk absent-mindedly, stroking herself to an enjoyable but far from urgent state of arousal as visions of the night's pleasures danced in her head.� Her nipples perked up as unfocused desire percolated through her more than ample form; her nightshirt, even as generously tailored as it was, was still more than a little snug across her bust, and the fabric had just enough of a texture to send a frisson of excitement coursing through her hugely swollen tits.

����������� "Mmmmmm," Vicky murmured, her hand idly wandering lower as she savored the way that every ounce of her body hummed with the lazy pleasure of an idle morning.� The profusion of sheets draped haphazardly across her all too ample body could barely hide the overfilled contours of her form.� The preceding days had left her marvelously broad across the hips which, spreading and fertile, rose at least three feet higher than the mattress, and since her ponderous weight made her sink rather deeply into the bed, it was difficult to gauge exactly how wide across the middle Vicky now was, though it was evident from even the most modest angle of observation that she was very wide indeed.� The immense expanse of her bosom buried her left arm entirely, with only her hand projecting far enough beyond it to fondle her indulgently overfilled belly.� Her right arm, meanwhile, sank deeply into the yielding vastness of her breasts, their bulk squashed between her plump arms as she caressed her skin with the idle indulgence of a good night's sleep and no reason in particular to get out of bed just yet.

����������� Oh, whatever Victoria did to me last night, it certainly worked, Vicky mused contemplatively, when I came to bed I was stuffed so full I couldn't hold another drop.� But this morning- Oh, I'm just so soft all over, I don't think I could keep my hands off my body if I tried.� I mean, I thought I couldn't possibly feel any better than I did when my belly was as tight as a drum and my boobs as stretched with fullness as could be, but well, now I just feel so wonderful all over.� In fact, it�s really starting to turn me on.

����������� Vicky cradled her immensely fattened tummy more intently, savoring the delicious sensations that even the lightest touch sent coursing through her tender flesh.� She noticed that her fingers were fumbling to untie the drawstring of her pajama bottoms; she was growing more aroused by the moment, even though she knew full well that she had had been inflated to such an excessive degree that the most delicate regions of her anatomy now lay wholly beyond her reach.� Still, Vicky felt her passion growing more inflamed.� The embers of pleasure which she been idly fanning had burst into flame and she felt her body readying itself in anticipation.� The drawstring was finally loose; Vicky positioned herself better to slip out of her pants.� Oh, my- she thought as she rolled over on her back, was my ass this huge last night?� I'm almost as wide as the bed!� This is just getting ridiculous; if it weren't for this shirt, I'd be getting a face full of boobs right now.� As she thought these things though, the smile which spread across Vicky's face left no doubt that any surprise she felt was far from unpleasant, but rather to the contrary, the bulging curves of her overfilled physique filled her with endless delight.� She tried to pull off her pants.� It wasn't easy to do lying down; the soft fabric was pulled tight as it could be, straining to contain her lusciously fulsome behind.� An inch at a time, Vicky managed to work them down past her waist, lifting the massive weight of her middle off the bed just enough that she could slide the waistband a little lower.� As her work progressed, her efforts took on a certain urgency.� Bucking her hips like this was only getting Vicky more turned on, and by the time she had managed to kick her way out of her pajamas, she was sopping wet with arousal.� In a dreamy sort of a fever, Vicky fought to unbutton her top; each button that she unfastened popping open to reveal a belly so huge and sensuous that it was a strain for her to bend at the middle.� As Vicky undid the penultimate button on her top, the massive weight of her breasts overwhelmed the last one; it popped off and shot across the room as her overdeveloped bosom spilled free of its confinement.� Divided by the looming globe of her belly, her breasts spread out across the bed, burying Vicky's plump shoulders beneath their yielding bulk.� Vicky sighed with contentment; they even bigger like this, and had an absolutely luscious shape, as if they were trying to be round, but had been fattened to such a deliciously suggestive degree as to make such a thing entirely impossible.� Vicky's areolae, each riding high atop her trembling bosom, rimpled at the touch of the cool morning air, her nipples almost painfully erect, each as fat as a shot glass and slightly longer than one.�

����������� Growing hotter by the second now, Vicky tore the rest of the sheets away from her body and threw them to the bedroom floor, her sumptuous form pouring out of her opened nightshirt, her pajama pants bunched down about her plump ankles.� She struggled, moaning with frustration and desire as she fought with her voluptuously overfilled body, her own size both exciting her and keeping her from the sweet garden she so desperately thirsted for.� Lower and lower she stroked her belly, savoring how soft and sensual it had grown.� Fresh stirrings of pleasure rippled through Vicky's core; it seemed that the closer she got to the fount of her delights the more the more wonderfully responsive her body became.�

����������� "Oh come now," Vicky muttered, "Can't I at least finish myself off?"

����������� She made one final effort to close the gap.� Reaching downwards, Vicky's arms sank deeply into her round belly until it bulged out tight around them as if she were squeezing a balloon.� Vicky felt her fingers slide into the moist warmth she had been so ardently seeking.

����������� "Mmmm, there we are," Vicky smiled, I guess I can't still reach myself for the moment; I'd better enjoy it now while I still can, before I get even bigger."

����������� Vicky gave herself over to her body's desires.� She slid one finger inside of herself, then two, amazed at how full she felt down there now.� Her labia were swollen like the petals of some exotic flower, while inside herself Vicky felt all the fullness of her belly pressing inward against her womanhood, her body squeezing tightly around her fingers, sucking at them as she drew them out.� Harder, faster now Vicky worked; her titanic breasts shuddered from the rhythmic motion of her arms.� She slid a third finger inside herself, filling up the cup of her indulgence just a little bit more.� Vicky's breathing grew more uneven; her enormous breasts heaved and rolled from her exertions as a flush of pink spread across her bosom.� Vicky let out a moan of bliss, relieved that no one was nearby to hear her reveling in her own abundant blessings.� She began to rock her hips now, writhing as if pinned beneath some unseen lover.� Vicky felt the climax building within her, expanding like a thing rapidly becoming too huge for her body to contain.� She slid a fourth finger inside herself.� It was tight, too tight even, but stretching herself like this gave a keen edge of excitement to the passion burning through her inmost parts.� Vicky closed her eyes, her mouth wide open as she let loose a long, undulant, gasping scream of ecstasy.� The rhythm of her body gave way to a chaotic, fevered shuddering of unadulterated bliss that made her feel as if the room was spinning around her, and left her wondering how long her body and mind could withstand such overpowering joys.� At last, it began to fade, like the fire and roiling colors of the setting sun subside to the lingering embers of red as it slips below the horizon.

����������� Oooooh, Vicky sighed to herself, still awash with satisfaction, That was certainly a nice way to start the morning.� My gosh though; I don't usually wake up all horny like that.� On one hand, it certainly starts the day off with a bang, but on the other, I'm not sure I'm ready to keep up with myself.� I mean, it isn't just while I'm out in the spring actually growing any more, it seems like I'm always ready for action now.� It's nice, wonderful even, but it's a little bit frightening too.� Oh well, nothing to do but wait and see how it goes, though I'll definitely have to ask Victoria about this next time I see her.� Anyways then, playtime's over; if I'm going to move my stuff down to the master bedroom, I'd better do it while I can still fit through the door.

����������� And so, patting her well-fed bosom appreciatively, Vicky pulled up her pajama pants, climbed ponderously out of bed, and set about her work.� It seemed silly to take any of her old clothes; she was at least four times as much woman now as she had been when she first came here.� Not knowing quite where to begin, Vicky decided to start with the basics, picked up Victoria's diary, and headed downstairs.� Getting through the door remained a challenge.� Even though her fat-filled breasts were softer now and contained, to a limited degree, by her nightshirt, Vicky found that she still had to squeeze them together so tightly that another button burst off of her top in the process, the gap it left behind displaying a teasing glimpse of boundless overabundance her shirt struggled to hold.� Her behind as well, though considerably more plush and yielding than it had been when last she entered her bedroom, was simply so massive that getting it through the door demanded a level of exertion that left Vicky rather short of breath.� Down the stairs she went, delighting along the way at how her body jiggled delightfully with each step.

����������� Oh, this is wonderful, Vicky thought, her descent down the stairs sending ripples of motion through her lusciously full figure, the only thing that would make this even better is if I were naked; then I could really feel myself bounce along.� No, wait, no time for that right now; I'm in the middle of something.� Come on Vicky, you can't keep letting every little thing get you all hot and bothered.� Oh, but then again, it's hardly every little thing anymore now is it?� Okay, I at least have to get my stuff moved down to the new room.� That won't take more than what, an hour?� I can wait that long, can't I?

����������� Willing herself to ignore her smoldering desire, Vicky at last made her way to the bedroom downstairs.� It was right across the hall from the bathroom with tub that she had so enjoyed luxuriating in the night before, and as she walked through the wide bedroom door, she smiled in approval as she noted that it still offered her a comfortable amount of clearance.� Clearly, this room had been made for the mistress of the house, but even as Vicky appreciated the convenience of having a bedroom door she could fit through, in the back of her mind she was already appraising it thoughtfully, wondering just how much bigger she could get before this door too, would balk at allowing her ever more ample self to pass.�

����������� As she entered the room and set down the diary, Vicky smiled.� "Oh, I love it already!" she enthused, giving a giddy little clap of excitement as her hands met just above her billowy bust.� The bedroom was lit by a large, high window; the morning's light poured in and filled every corner of it with brightness.� The room was dominated by a bed of monumental proportions, and its thickness and evident sturdiness attested to the fact that although Victoria's mother and Vicky's aunt might have had no interest in such things, at some point this room had belonged to a woman of truly enormous appetites, both in the bedroom and out of it.� With a sigh of contentment, Vicky threw herself upon it, the drawstring of her pajama bottoms splitting snapping like an old rubber band, though the expansive curve of her spreading hips was more than enough to keep them in place.

����������� "Why didn't I move into this room in the first place?" Vicky asked herself, "Well I suppose that I had no way of knowing I'd be needing quite this much room, still, this is a bed fit for a queen!"

����������� Vicky looked around and smiled at what she saw.� There was a mirror there, full-length and (she noted happily), full-width, even for her.� There was a dresser there, and a small writing desk, though Vicky didn't imagine that she'd be getting much use from it, as simply by sitting down at it, Vicky would fill up all the space before her.� An imposing wardrobe sat against the wall by the door, ancient and immovable.� There was a picture here too, on the bedside table, and looking at it more closely, Vicky had to sigh in amazement.� There was Victoria, looking as full and buxom as Vicky had yet seen her.� She was stuffed into a dress that would have been fairly modest had she not been spilling out of it and looking as if she were only seconds away from splitting any number of seams.� She had her plump arm wrapped around another woman though, and it was the sight of her who took Vicky's breath away.� She was blonde, and smiling, and absolutely enormous.� She was so huge that she even made Victoria seem almost petite in comparison.� Her breasts were so spectacularly fat that she looked as if she must be in constant danger of suffocating herself whenever she lay down.� Even in the faded photograph, Vicky saw that they fairly seemed to throb with fullness, as if just before posing for this picture she had been held down and forcibly filled until she her bloated breasts were just about to burst (which, Vicky thought, judging from Victoria's lasciviously satisfied smile, was more than likely what had transpired).� While the old picture only captured its voluptuous subjects to their waists, the expansive bust of Victoria's friend completely obscured the rest of her body.� As it was though, Vicky discerned that she was carrying those massive breasts in a way that suggested she was either wearing a brassiere with enough reinforcement for it to serve as a bomb shelter, or those bloated boobs of hers were riding proudly atop a belly every bit as impressive.

����������� "Is that...?" Vicky asked herself, turning the frame over to see if her guess was right.� It was; a yellowed slip of paper that looked like it had been torn from a notepad was tucked into the back of the frame.�

����������� Out for a picnic in the rose garden with Millie after a particularly enchanting day in the pool.� She tells me she can't conceive of getting any bigger than this, but I think she intended it more a challenge than a complaint.� Besides, I understand it gets cold up in the North, and surely her husband deserves a more than amply-favored wife to keep him warm through those long, cold months.� Millie is only going to be here for another two weeks, but I've promised myself that before it's time for her to leave, I'll have fattened her up so much she won't have a thing left that fits her.

����������� Vicky set the photograph back down on the bedside table and stared again at the two laughing, buxom women who seemed to smile back at her from across the gulf of countless years.� Wow, she really did fatten Millie up with as much as she could hold, Vicky thought to herself, I mean, I know I read it in her diary yesterday but this- this is just too much.� Do I really want to get that big?� I mean, I know I told Victoria that I did, and last night in the cave, I'm sure I was even bigger there.� It's just different though, standing here in the light of day and seeing just what happens to a girl who lets Victoria have her way with her.� I mean, if I keep going like this, that'll be me soon.� Not, I suppose, that I mind being this big; I'd never want to lose a pound of what I've got now.� Getting bigger though, heavier, just thinking about there being that much more of me; I don't know if I'm ready yet.� Still, the day has only just begun.� I've got plenty of things to do around here while I think this thing out.� What was that that Victoria wrote about a picnic in the rose garden?� That sounds like just the thing!� Now then, I'll just need to find something to wear; even if there isn't another soul around, I can hardly go walking around outside in my pjs, especially with the buttons already popping off them left and right.

����������� Her gaze fell once more upon the wardrobe, and hoisting herself up off the bed, Vicky went over and opened it.� Inside it smelled of well-preserved antiquity, as if it had been a long time waiting for her.� Inside were a great variety of clothes, all of which looked as if they were far too large to be of any practical use to Vicky.� All the same, she tentatively picked up a corduroy brown skirt.� As Vicky let it unfold in her hands, it seemed to unfurl itself like a flag.� Holding it up against her body though, Vicky was startled to see that it looked like it was just about her size.� Okay, maybe it's a little too late for me to be worrying about getting too big for my own good, Vicky mused, I guess I crossed that line a while ago.� Oh well, at least I've found something that should fit me, at least for now.

����������� With a wriggle of her hips that would put the curvaceous of harem girls proud, Vicky let her pajama bottoms fall to the floor.� She went to unbutton her top, but stopped herself thinking, Maybe I'd better wait until I've got my skirt on.� Getting into it will be enough of a challenge without my boobs flopping around and throwing me off balance.� Thoughtfully, she picked out a pair of lace panties from the wardrobe.� They were cut in sort of an old-fashioned style, like something a pinup girl from the forties would wear, and they were a very fetching shade of come-hither blue.� Thoroughly pleased, Vicky carried them over to the bed, lay down upon the great mattress, and kicked her way into them, popping another two buttons off her top as her jigglesome endowments balked at their continued confinement.� As she stood up the growing gap at the front of her nightshirt spread wider, revealing a breathtaking show of cleavage, Vicky's shirt trying mightily to contain to hold in her sumptuous bosom, but succeeding only in squeezing her breasts together, her cleavage a soft, invitingly warm cleft her two overswollen mountains.� Vicky stepped into the skirt and tried to pull it up around her spreading hips.� It was slow work, and as she leaned over to try and stuff her sleek well-fattened thighs into it, Vicky felt another button, this one holding her shirt closed across her belly, surrender with a sound like a tired rubber band snapping.� She pulled harder, another one popped loose.� Vicky tried to pull the skirt up over her ravishingly fattened behind, the waistband digging in just below the curve of her belly as she stuffed her luscious bottom into it.� At last the job was done; with one last inhalation that sent another button ricocheting against the bedroom wall, Vicky cinched the skirt in and stood up straight, or at least as straight as a woman so heavily laden with sensual blessings could stand.� Turning to the mirror, she smiled at the sight that met her there.� Her nightshirt hung almost completely open, the yielding heaviness of her brimming bosom barely cradled by the thin fabric, a single button just beneath her breasts straining to support them.� Below it, Vicky's belly bulged out with wanton abandon, proud and comely and full, with only the indulgent deepness of her belly button hinting at how soft, for all its blooming fullness, her belly remained.� The low-dipping waistband of the skirt seemed to support the roundness of her belly, lifting it as if to put it on display, as if without this small assistance its flourishing roundness might somehow go unnoticed.�

����������� With a smile and a deft snap of her fingers, Vicky released the last straining button.� Her shirt fell open, her breasts quivering as they spilled free, breathtakingly heavy and sensuous against her belly.� Wider than her indulgent middle, wider than her lust-fattened hips, Vicky's breasts felt almost sinfully enormous, as if simply having a pair of such titanic lusciousness ought to be against the rules somehow, or that it was unjust in some way for one single woman to be so gorged with sensuality and pleasure that her body trembled to contain it all.

����������� Mmmmm, Vicky thought, chewing her lip thoughtfully, If I threaten the laws of heaven and earth at this size, just imagine how I'll upset the natural order when I really let myself go!� Vicky smiled lustfully at herself, her reflection striking her, for a moment, as the image of Victoria ardently beaming back at her.� Well, at some point maybe, not just yet though, of course, Vicky explained to herself, as if she had caught herself in a lie, I mean, I might let myself get that big someday, but this is fine for now; I'm in no hurry.

����������� As she tried to rationalize away her undeniable desire, Vicky found it was difficult to focus on such things.� She found herself noticing the way that the skirt forced her to squeeze her thighs together distractingly tightly.� It made her billowing hips, her resplendent ass seem ever more enormous, as if her hourglass figure had really needed any more sand at the bottom.� Vicky noticed a blush of pink spreading out from her nipples and realized that her necklace, still fused around her neck, was slowly filling her breasts up with milk again.� Maybe it isn't even so slow as that, Vicky found herself musing idly, I mean, they're so awfully big, I'm sure it takes a lot of milk, gallons and gallons of it, to really fill my girls up to capacity.� I mean, for all I know, it's filling me up at a rate that would have a normal girl screaming for mercy and ready to burst in just a few minutes.� Vicky found herself strangely intrigued and aroused by the idea, imagining how even in the last few minutes her breasts had been filled with more milk than most women could be forced to hold, and yet for her, it was hardly noticeable, a gentle stretching of her tender skin, a subtle increase in the weight of her already ponderous bosom.� Vicky knew that eventually this would become a problem; her nipples were already well beyond the reach of her inquisitive fingers, and at some point she would need to drain at least some of the milk that bloated her massive melons.� Right now though, she simply could not bring herself to worry, instead lost in a reverie, mindlessly stroking her own satiny skin as her thoughts wandered far abroad.

����������� Oh, where was I? Vicky snapped herself back to reality, like a student who falls asleep and waking only as she feels her head drop towards her desk, Well, I certainly seem to be letting my mind wander today.� Alright then, where's that sweater?� I can hardly go about in just a skirt with my boobs hanging and swaying free as you please.� Vicky picked up the sweater, briefly considered and quickly rejected the notion of hunting for a bra to contain her mammaries (wisely assuming that anything that fit her closely enough to offer any support at all, would only become painfully tight as her breasts grew more laden with milk), and set about pulling it over her head.� Unlike the skirt, the sweater, knitted from thick and slightly elastic yarn, seemed to accept her body eagerly.� This is not to say that it required no effort at all to pull it down past her proudly protuberant nipples, which had grown suddenly taut as if they were only trying to make getting dressed more of a chore than it already was, and wriggling it down across her sumptuously ample belly took a bit of persistence, and finally Vicky found herself attired, if not quite decently enough for public viewing, at least adequately to satisfy her own standards.

����������� Vicky turned again to admire herself in the mirror, and beheld an absolute vision of womanly divinity.� The sweater stretched itself winsomely across every large and luxurious curve of her body.� It hugged her swollen breasts closely to her body, but only with the utmost delicacy; they still wobbled and bounced at her slightest movement just as easily as when she was topless, while the deep plunging neckline revealed the bathycolpian depths of Vicky's cleavage.� Below the milk-sodden immensity of her bosom, her belly bulged out enticingly, the sweater embracing its fulsome curve completely, as if it had been tailored to guard a woman's modesty during the later months of her maternity, while still showing off just how full and fertile the figure of its wearer was.� The skirt completed her look marvelously, clinging to the generous contours of her hips and accentuating the inescapable hugeness of Vicky's overstuffed derriere.

����������� "Well then, that's more like it," Vicky nodded with approval, "I'm decent to go outside.� Well, at least as decent as a girl of my size would ever want to be.� Let's see if I can't scrounge up something for lunch then; I know all I've done this morning is play with myself and try on clothes but I seem to have worked up quite an appetite from it."

����������� Vicky traipsed out of her new bedroom, her steps more than a little uneven as she tried to get used to the skirt squeezing her thighs together.� It made it more difficult to keep her balance, and what was more, the way her thighs rubbed against each other aroused her.� Not to such a degree that she felt tempted to strip off again and bring herself to another fevered climax of release (well, at least not quite) but rather at a sort of subtle, ever present level, her lavish body primed and ready, the lace of her blue panties clinging with tantalizing tightness to her more sensitive parts, which were now very sensitive indeed.� Vicky tried to ignore it, with limited success, and focused her mind on what she might be able to throw together in the kitchen to make a satisfactory lunch for herself.� As she walked through the kitchen door though, she immediately saw that she need not have troubled herself with such concerns.

����������� On the middle of the kitchen table, resting cheerfully atop a neatly folded checkered blanket sat a picnic basket which was positively overflowing with just such viands as Vicky had been dreaming of.� Too full for the top to be closed securely, a lazy cascade of ripe grapes hung over the basket's side, while a modest tower of sandwiches peeked out over the brim on the other, and atop of the basket a small, white towel was draped over something which gave every indication of being a fresh-baked pie.

����������� "Oh Victoria, however you've done this, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Vicky fairly squealed with glee, worrying not one whit about how such a thing as this was possible but merely accepting with willing enthusiasm that she now inhabited a world where she might find any of her appetites suddenly and completely gratified.� Sweeping up the contents of the table in the red and white checked blanket, Vicky pushed her way through the door and into the soft light of late morning.

����������� Where to go, where to go? She mused idly.� Certainly she could just sit right here on the patio and tuck right into her lunch, but she had spent so much time up here near the house already, and she was very sure that if she lingered too near to the spring she would not be able to resist its siren's call.� The orchard was certainly nice, but it too had its dangers; if she tarried there in the air thick with the blossoming breath of spring, Vicky was sure that she would find herself compelled to gorge herself on much more than just the contents of her picnic basket, as the current lushness of her ample figure surely attested.� She thought about looking for the path that Victoria had led her down the night before, down through the trees and into the cave where Vicky had found herself overfilled to such delectable excess.� Even this notion, however, failed to satisfy her.� The cave seemed like a place that would lose its magic if she went alone, and the tangle of wilderness where the path had lain the night before did not look like an inviting place for a fat girl with a brimming picnic basket and no shoes upon her feet to try to navigate alone.

����������� Well then, Vicky decided at last, there's nothing for it but to go exploring and find myself a fitting place to enjoy my lunch.� And having so decided, Vicky descended the stairs, walked on past the spring, and with the dew-moistened grass still� squishing wetly between her toes, and headed off down the hill towards the river, picnic basket swinging against her well-padded side, her more prominent features wobbling hypnotically as she padded barefoot across the yielding ground.

����������� It was growing late in the morning, but there was still a crispness in the air that Vicky found wonderfully invigorating after so many days of oppressive heat.� The air, humid and cool, was thick with the smell of nature; the smell of boxwoods after a spring rain came and went and came again to Vicky, and as she walked past the orchard, doubtless hanging heavy with fruits entirely too juicy for her own good, its fragrance as well reached out to her, faint but persistent, teasing Vicky with an invitation to a feast of pleasures that she knew she must resist if she wanted to avoid being fattened to even more prodigious proportions.� Vicky knew that if her resolve failed her and she turned aside to sample the orchard's delights, she would be lucky to escape with a belly that she would need a wheelbarrow to haul around and with breasts so absolutely overfilled with milk and fat and the nectar of enchantment that it would be a wonder if they didn't burst.� Trying to stifle her appetites, Vicky held her picnic basket as tightly as if it were a talisman of protection and walked resolutely down the hill, until the beckoning sweetness of the orchard faded and the grand old house behind her was hidden by the gentle rise of the land, with only its thick white brick chimneys still visible, like the top sails of a ship vanishing over the horizon.

����������� "Oh, this is nice," Vicky breathed, "It's just so serene out here, so peaceful.� Of course, everything back at the house is nice too, but it feels like I can hardly turn around without bumping into something that wants to fatten me up even more, but out here, well, it's just nice to get away from that for a little bit, to enjoy having some open space to spread myself out and wander around in."

����������� Vicky sighed and slowly turned in place.� She felt wonderfully alone, distant from the world and all its worries.� Far off to either side, the borders of the woods licked at the great grassy slope that Vicky stood in the midst of, while farther along, shrouded in a soft haze, was the river, just close enough that Vicky could hear its quiet murmurings as it wended its way across the countryside.� Vicky was just about to unfurl her picnic blanket when she spied something off to one side, at the very edge of a patch of forest that thrust more deeply into the verdant pasture.� There was something there, something that looked distinctly cultivated, and Vicky found that while she might be able to resist other temptations, her curiosity was irrepressible.� As she made her way closer to it, Vicky discovered that it was an arbor.� Made from rough-cut stones and weathered timbers, and overgrown with something that Vicky could not quite place until she was close enough to smell it.

����������� Roses, as soon as Vicky recognized them, it seemed impossible that she hadn't known them from her first sight.� They twined and tangled around the little pavilion, blooming in a profusion of colors so bright and so diverse that Vicky was almost wary to look too long at them, as if they might blind her like the sun.� As Vicky ventured into their inviting shade, she felt as if she had wandered to the doorstep of some new land of enchantment, and there in that shady covered place, beneath green vines festooned with pinks and whites and yellows, Vicky leaned over, careful that no thorns were near enough to poke at her callipygous behind, only to hear and feel the rusting of leaves against fabric that reminded her yet again that however enormous she thought of herself as being now, she was in fact a good deal larger.� Vicky unfolded the blanket and plopped herself down on top of it.� Sitting made her skirt dig in around Vicky's middle, while putting all her weight on her lushly fattened bottom caused it to tighten around her body and her legs.� Though it was mildly uncomfortable, Vicky found herself pleased by it, as having such an embarrassment of riches was a problem that she was only too happy to endure.

����������� Vicky set about unloading the picnic basket, and found to her surprise that, unlike herself, it seemed nearly bottomless.� The pendulous cluster of grapes she pulled out first was only one of half a dozen inside.� Below it were sandwiches, fresh, neatly wrapped in brown paper, and so numerous that she was hesitant to count them.� A bottle of wine, large enough that it alone should have neatly occupied half the picnic basket, emerged from the depths, and finally, nestled in its farthest corner was another pie, just as fresh and heavy as the one that Vicky had found on the kitchen table.

����������� Well, this is certainly quite a feast, Vicky thought with some small bit of concern, I mean, I am hungry, but I had no idea that Victoria would prepare this much for me.� I probably shouldn't eat it.� I know that would be terribly ungrateful, but I just know she's probably put some kind of spell on all this food, or steeped it in the spring somehow.� Why, I bet as soon as I take my first bite, I'll just swell up with fat like a balloon!� That is just the sort of thing she'd do; send me an enchanted picnic basket and then come along an hour later when I'm too fat and juicy to move to laugh and poke at my boobs and do all sorts of things that I should be forced to enjoy very much in spite of myself.� Still, walking all this way has made me so hungry; I suppose just one bite couldn't hurt.

����������� Unwrapping a sandwich, Vicky brought it to her mouth; it didn't smell like it had been enchanted or anything; in fact, it seemed perfectly normal in every way.� Vicky took a small bite.� She chewed cautiously, expecting that any moment she would feel the tell-tale tingle that meant she was about start getting even bigger.� She swallowed, waiting for something to happen.� But nothing did.

����������� Ah, that is such a relief, Vicky thought with a sigh, how nice of Victoria to leave me a nice, normal, non-magical lunch for a change.� I'll have to thank her appropriately next time I see her.� Right now though, I've just got to eat some more!

����������� And eat she did.� Vicky dispatched the rest of the sandwich eagerly, and even before she had swallowed the last of it, found herself reaching around her expansive bosom to grab another.� Unwrapping it with obvious relish, Vicky had soon made short work of this one as well.� She carried on in this fashion until five sandwich papers lay scattered about the picnic blanket, and Vicky found herself feeling more than a little thirsty.

����������� "Hmmm, now where did that wine get to?" Vicky asked herself as she felt around such areas as were obscured by her own overshadowing lush embonpoint, "Oh, here we go; it rolled beneath my thigh there.� Now then, to just fetch out the corkscrew and I'll... oh."

����������� Vicky found that she had a bit of a problem.� Opening this bottle would require the use of both her hands and yet, owning to the tremendous volume of her bust, there were not an awful lot of options open to her that would permit her to employ them both.� Well, there was one anyway, and Vicky smiled a naughty smile as she realized what it was.� Still grinning, and wishing that Victoria was here with a camera, Vicky took the bottle and pushed it down in between her breasts.� It was still wet with condensation and slid in easily between her pale, yielding mountains, ponderously huge and enthrallingly delicate.� Vicky had to be careful to hold onto it tightly; if she let the neck of the bottle slip from her fingers, her cleavage seemed all too ready to swallow it up.� The cold glass was stimulating against her skin; she felt her nipples perking up against her sweater, her areolae drawing in tightly from the sudden coldness.� With the large bottle now comfortably nestled between her breasts, Vicky took up the corkscrew in her free hand and began to work.� As she turned it, working it deeper into the cork, the vibrations that her efforts sent through the bottle seemed curiously magnified; with each turn of the screw, it seemed to thrum between her delectably heavy mammaries, sending gentle ripples of pleasure spread softly through Vicky's massive bosom.� Vicky gave the cork a tug; it didn't budge.� She tried again, giving the bottle a jerk as she felt a few drops of cool moisture from it dripping down the tight cleft of her cleavage and raining down upon the upper curve of her protruding belly.� The cork however, was still stuck tight.� Frustrated, Vicky began to wrestle with the bottle.� The cork remained stubborn, and as she fought with it Vicky felt the sloshing liquid lapping inside the bottle increasingly matched by the sloshing and quivering of her own enormous breasts.� Her nipples, now utterly firm and tight, were rubbing most arousingly against the deep-furrowed knit of the sweater, and Vicky suddenly realized that somewhere along the way, goal had changed from removing the wine cork to wallowing in the pleasure it brought her to feel the cool, hard, smoothness of the glass slipping in and out from the moist, tight embrace of her bosom.�

����������� Lost in the moment, Vicky pumped the bottle harder; her breasts quaked every time she thrust it back in, their every jolt and jiggle now echoed by a feeling like an ocean lapping thirstfully at the inmost tender reaches of her body.� A felicitous sigh escaped Vicky's lips; she was wielding the bottle almost savagely now, with an urgency borne from the fact that every time she plunged it into the depths of her cleavage, the fires within her burned hotter and hotter.� At last Vicky brought herself to orgasm, and a scream of pleasure and release ripped through the silence which surrounded her.� At the same moment, the cork which Vicky had all but forgotten, at last popped free, and a small geyser of sweet white wine leaped from the bottle, splashing Vicky in the face and leaving its sweet taste to linger on her parted lips.

����������� "Ahhhhh," Vicky sighed, unable for the moment to form any thoughts that better summed up her current state.� Spreading her arms wide, in surrender, in satisfaction, Vicky leaned back until her balance failed her.� As she fell back upon the blue checked blanket beneath her, her towering breasts rolled like the boulders, though very soft ones indeed.� Only mildly restrained by her sweater, their lushness bulged out from the deep-cut neckline to such a degree that for a moment it seemed as likely as not that they would slip free entirely from their confinement.� Along with them, her breasts carried the now-open bottle, delivering it right to Vicky's lips, which she closed gratefully around it, such that when the last tremors had faded from her reclining form, she found herself laying there, drinking down the wine as easily and comfortably as a suckling baby, the bottle still clasped in that most pleasant of vises.

����������� Oh, but this is just too wonderful, Vicky thought, idly watching the way the roses above her diffused the sunlight, breaking it into so many rich and pleasing colors, I know I ought to be worried right now; that's the second time this morning I've gotten myself all turned on.� What's happening to me anyway?� I'm turning into a nympho or something.� I mean, it wouldn't be so bad if Victoria were here, hmm, actually it might be very nice indeed, I just wish I knew if this is something that's going to grow a little less, persistent, as I get used to being so big, or if every pound I gain is just going to make my body that much more excitable.� Then again, what if it isn't a physical thing at all?� Well, of course it's a physical thing, but what if that's not the biggest part of it?� What if it's really a mental thing, and the reason I keep getting hornier and hornier is because this is the most sexually fulfilling thing I could have ever imagined?� I suppose that after a while the novelty might wear off a bit; I'll get used to being all fat and sexy, however fat Victoria ends up making me, and it'll still be fun, it just won't be like now where it seems like every time I turn around I can feel myself just aching for it.� Oh, I've got to get a grip on myself; if I keep thinking along in this vein, I'm liable to go throw myself into the spring just so I can find out how it feels to bring myself off when I've made myself even fatter than I am now.� Okay, that's it; I'm letting myself get carried away again.� That's enough wine for now; I need to sit up, compose myself properly, and finish my lunch.

����������� With all the oomph she could muster, Vicky sat herself back up and took the bottle away from her mouth, its remaining contents settling to the bottom with a resonant slosh.� Oh, I feel light-headed, Vicky thought as she noticed the world spinning gently around her, and I think I've soaked my panties clear through.� Well, no surprise there, it's a good thing I'm already on the ground; if I had been sitting in a chair I probably would have slid right off of it.� I'd better have some more to eat; I don't imagine that'll help much with the state of my underwear, but at least it might help chase the wine out of my head; it's still entirely too early in the day to be feeling this tipsy, at least while I'm by myself.

����������� With uncertain fingers, Vicky hastened to unwrap another sandwich, bolting it down as if its weight might prevent her from floating away entirely, like a soap bubble on the breeze.� It tasted good, solid and real, and as soon as she had finished it Vicky tore open another and another.� She could feel her head clearing a bit, her equilibrium returning.� She ate another sandwich, this one a little slower.� Vicky took her time now, savoring every bite, relishing the crisp snap of the pickles, the salt and savory of a slice of roast beef.� These, she decided, were too good to just bolt down in a frenzy, and she forced herself to eat at a more leisurely pace.� All this eating wasn't filling her up in any magical way, she was sure, but it was definitely filling her belly in the normal mundane fashion of such things.� Even now, though her enthrallingly round belly mostly bulged right above the waistband of her skirt, Vicky could still feel it growing perceptibly tighter around her indulgent middle as, even without any magic, Vicky stuffed herself quite willingly.

����������� Just one more for now, Vicky told herself, her mind wandering until she realized that she had stuffed herself with another four while off chasing her wandersome thoughts, Oh, it just feels so nice to eat.� It isn't quite as rapturous as certain other hungers I could be indulging in, but I just can't help myself.� To think, I've probably eaten more sitting here now than I used to eat in a week, and I'm only just beginning to feel full.� Not even that really, this damn skirt is just getting so tight.� Hmmmm, it is kind of turning me on though, feeling it getting tighter the more I stuff myself.� I wonder how much I'd have to eat to- No! I've got to keep my appetites on a short leash; it seems like every time I look the other way anymore, I start getting all steamy.� Eating seems to help keep me distracted though, I've still got enough sandwiches to keep me from going sopping wet for a little while longer at least.

����������� And so, in hopes of distracting herself from the insistent stirrings of her inner reaches, Vicky gave herself over entirely to eating.� One sandwich after another passed her lips; a light but steady rain of breadcrumbs fell upon the satin-smooth skin of her breasts.� Vicky gorged herself with complete abandon; every bite she took buying her a few more seconds of freedom from her own simmering desire.� The waistband of her skirt pinched her very uncomfortably about her middle, and Vicky knew that even if she were as naked as the day she was born, she would still feel absolutely stuffed.� Vicky forced herself to keep eating though, long past the point of satisfying her hunger, far beyond the place where she knew she had had enough.� Her skirt was digging around the lower part of her belly almost intolerably now, and Vicky wasn't sure if the occasional creaking noises she heard were coming from it or from herself.

����������� Oh, I don't think I can hold another bite, Vicky lamented, holding her hands protectively against her overfed tummy, but there it is again, I can't even stop for a minute to catch my breath without getting all excited.� Damn, and that was the last of the sandwiches too; I can't believe I just ate them all.� Still, unless I want to get all worked up again, I've got to keep myself distracted.� I know Victoria's the one behind this; if I let myself get carried away, there's no telling how big I'll end up becoming.� Oh wait, I've still got the pie there; that ought to buy me some time.

����������� Casting about beneath the modest mountain of sandwich wrappers that had piled up around her, Vicky found the pie.� It smelled like cherries, and strangely, was still so warm that she could almost see steam rising from the crust.� Vicky looked around for a fork, a knife, anything, but it seemed that for all its bounty, the picnic basket did not contain such implements.

����������� Here it comes again, Vicky sighed, the unquenchable thirsts of her body begging her to stop and indulge them, Well, no time for good manners then, a woman does what she must.

����������� With a resigned shrug that caused her swollen udders to jiggle ponderously, Vicky thrust her fingers into the pie and raised a messy slice to her mouth.� Cherries and filling dripped down her wrist and plopped sticky and hot against her breasts; Vicky stuffed as much as she could into her mouth and swallowed.� It tasted wonderful, so good in fact that for the moment, the pure pleasure of eating took her mind off of how absolutely stuffed she was.� Another handful, and another; Vicky felt herself getting fuller and fuller.� Though her belly remained as soft and yielding as before, Vicky felt as if it were impossibly taut, straining at every bite she forced it to hold.� Her belly creaked, as if warning Vicky that it could hold no more, that she needed to stop eating, and soon.� It was working though; it kept her boundless lust at bay, and Vicky kept on stuffing herself until, gasping with utter repletion, Vicky swallowed down the last bite.� With a sigh of indulgent satisfaction, Vicky let herself fall back onto the picnic blanket, her lusciously overfed curves barely contained by a sweater and skirt so tight now that she could hardly breathe.� Vicky's sweater was, in fact, no longer quite equal to the challenge, her distended belly bulging out beneath its lower edge, her pale and perfect skin exposed and begging to be caressed.� Lying back like this, Vicky felt helplessly overfed, but also wonderfully satisfied.� In this position the waist of her skirt was not quite so constrictive, and at long last, Vicky realized that she had gorged herself into submission.� Though she still felt the subtle hum of light pleasures coursing through her nethers, it was something that she could suppress, more or less.

����������� Oh, finally, I've never eaten so much in my life; I'm so stuffed I don't think I can even get up,, Vicky thought, relived as she reached for the half-full wine bottle, I need a drink; surely I've got enough room left for that at least.� At least it worked.� I don't know what I'd have done if I'd eaten all that and still been all quivery inside.� I suppose that Victoria would have gotten the best of me; I'd have just waddled right back up to the pond and drank the whole thing dry.� Well, next time I see her I'll have to give her a taste of her own medicine.� Maybe I'll just blow HER up like a balloon for a change, fatten her up until she's so huge she can't even move.� Mmmm, now that's a thought.� Oh, I forgot all about the grapes here, maybe I'll have a few of those.� I am awfully full but still, they're so juicy and they smell so sweet.� Besides, I'm sure they'll help me ward off whatever it is that keeps making me too horny to think straight.� That, and the rest of this wine.� Ahhh, a girl could get used to this.

����������� And so, like the supine goddess that she was becoming, Vicky lay there, the soft fabric of the blanket pressing gently against her exposed skin, her body dappled by the light that filtered through the rose bower above her.� Lost in her own quiet euphoria, Vicky would pop another grape into her mouth every few seconds, taking a perverse delight in the way that every additional morsel made her belly beg for mercy, stretching her skin just a little bit tighter than before.� Absentmindedly, Vicky took another swig from the bottle, before holding it up to the light and looking at it intently.� She felt so good, so very good, that she was almost tempted to slide it back into the pleasurable embrace of her breasts.� Vicky forced herself to resist the urge, knowing all too well were such self-indulgence would surely lead.� As she lay there though, lost in her own delectations, she did not see the gathering mist.� It started at the top of the hill, near the house, and seemed to spill down along the ground like an unattended pot boiling over.� Vicky merely observed that her extravagant meal was nourishing her body very well indeed; her breasts were growing warm, and she felt with a satisfied thrill that spread from her nipples to her chest that she was quickly filling up with milk, though still not at so fast a rate that it alarmed her in the least.� The mist, obscuring the landscape, distorting the trees into grotesque and fantastic shapes, closed in nearer around Vicky; she sighed again and rubbed her swollen tummy.� It was sensitive, so wonderfully, excessively replete, she felt like she could just lie here for a week and still be satisfied completely, growing no larger than she was already, but certainly no smaller either.� Finally, the mists closed in around her, and caught unawares, Vicky was enveloped in the cloud.

����������� Still drifting happily between sleep and wakefulness, Vicky paid no heed to its coming.� She was drifting into a very pleasant dream, sitting in a royal hall piled up to the rafter with all manner of delicacies, and with Victoria utterly at her mercy.�

"Oh please Vicky, don't feed me any more; I can't move!" Dream-Victoria begged as Vicky fed her a leg of mutton.� She was kneeling before Vicky, her belly so enormously distended that it rested on the polished marble of the floor in front of her, red stretch marks blossoming into existence all along its bulging sides, and radiating out below her deep, sensual belly button as if her belly had been stretched particularly full down below.� Victoria's breasts too, were nothing short of spectacular, they ballooned out atop her belly, spilling over its immensity so far that they came within a few inches of brushing the floor themselves, their skin stretched so tight it shone like wet rubber.

����������� "What? Had enough already?" Vicky asked in mock surprise, "But we've only just started.� Look at all this food!� It's all for you, my dear Victoria; we can't possibly stop until you've eaten it all. Every. Last. Bite.�

����������� Vicky punctuated the last three words by stuffing a handful of cake into Victoria's mouth, and though she protested weakly, she made no effort to resist.

����������� "Oh, please don't," Victoria implored her, her titanic breasts quivering as she gasped for breath, "I know I said I wanted you to fatten me up, but this, this is too much even for me."

����������� "But Victoria," Vicky cooed, caressing Victoria's scandalously overstuffed belly, "You're so sexy like this, I'm not sure I can stop myself.� Here, have another candied pear, I know you adore them."

����������� "Mmmph, oh, I'll do anything, you have to stop this," Victoria insisted, her belly creaking like an balloon that was preparing to burst, "Just name it, whatever you want me to do."

����������� "Anything?" Vicky asked, wickedly eyeing her own milk-bloated bosom, "Well, there is one service you could offer me that would make me hold off on fattening you up, at least for a little while; will you do it for me?"

����������� "Yes, yes, anything you ask!" Victoria cried in desperation, as pink blush of desperation (and possibly more than a bit of desire) spread across her bosom.

����������� "Well then, I guess this can wait for now," Vicky said, setting aside a platter laden with the most delicious and fattening morsels imaginable as she approached Victoria, "Now then, I understand if you haven't noticed, but feeding you, seeing you like this, somehow it seems to have made my little breasts just swell up with milk.� Why, they've gone and grown so very heavy, so very full that it hurts the tender things and they're just aching for someone to suck out every last drop.� Thank you so much for offering."

����������� "Oh Vicky, I really can't, I can't drink all of that!" Victoria said, her eyes wide as saucers as she stared fearfully at Vicky's nectarious bosom, "I'm already had far too much as it is."

����������� "I'm so sorry Victoria, but you already promised," Vicky said with a smile, tugging at her blouse until it slipped far enough to reveal a pair of breasts brimming over with milk, warm white rivulets of it dribbling down from her nipples, spraying out from them at the slightest pressure, "Come now, it's so rich and creamy, so very, very fattening, I'm sure you'll find it absolutely heavenly."

����������� Vicky advanced on Victoria.� She was already so huge she could hardly get close enough to her, but Vicky, determined, finally pressed a fat nipple to Victoria's lips.� As Victoria began to suck, finally resigned to gaining even more weight than she already had, Vicky sighed with satisfaction as she heard Victoria's belly groaning as her first tentative swallows became great, lusty gulps.

����������� "Ahhhh....."

����������� "Ahhhh!" Vicky exclaimed, awakening with a start to the sound of fabric stretching and a growing sensation of confinement about her bust, "Oh! I'm getting bigger again; what's going on?� Where did this mist come from?"

����������� Alarmed, Vicky struggled to sit up.� It was difficult; her skirt felt even tighter around her ample middle, and her entire body was tingling as if she was immersed in the spring.

����������� I've definitely put on weight, Vicky noticed, looking down at herself, and it's not just from stuffing myself with sandwiches earlier.

����������� Vicky looked around.� The mist was thick around her; even the fabric of the picnic blanket seemed vague and ill-focused.� She could hardly see anything more than ten feet in any direction, beyond that the world was nothing but a sea of gray and uncertain shapes, forming and dissolving at the periphery of her vision.

����������� This is so weird, Vicky observed, laboriously climbing to her feet to get a better view, its way too late in the morning for it to be this foggy.� And it feels so strange.� It's cold, but it's so thick, it almost feels like I'm under water.� It's so heavy in the air I can almost taste it.

����������� Vicky stood still and inhaled deeply, hoping to pick up some scent upon the still air that might tell her what was going on.� She felt her bust expand as she took a breath.� She paused, holding her breath, and then she felt her bust expand a little more.� Startled, Vicky exhaled.

����������� What was that? she wondered, her bemusement at the mist suddenly giving way to worry, Did that just happen?

����������� Again she breathed in deeply, held it as if she were savoring the taste of it, and after a moment, felt her clothes becoming just a little more snug than they already were.

����������� �Oh my gosh, it's the air!� Just breathing it is making me grow!� Vicky cried out with growing alarm, I� don't want to get any bigger just now; I've got to get back to the house!�

����������� Leaving the remains of her picnic behind, Vicky hurried out into the field, running in a near panic for the house.� The way home though, which had seemed so unmistakably clear before, was now all but impossible to discern through the swirling mists.� Vicky was even doubtful about the slope of the hill now, at once trying to walk as fast as her plumpening legs could carry her, but knowing all the while that she had lost her bearings completely.

����������� It's happening so fast; I'm getting heavier! Vicky noted with dismay as she felt herself gaining weight with every breath she took, This would be a whole lot easier if I didn't feel like I'd just eaten a whole cow; my belly's still so full I can hardly walk.

����������� Vicky tottered precariously with every step; she was too heavy, and entirely too full to move with much speed, and the ground beneath her feet felt quaggy and uncertain, though whether this was because of the dampness of the earth or because of the weight she was so quickly putting on, Vicky could not be sure.� At last she felt as if she had struck the right rhythm; still it was a challenge to keep herself from jiggling any more than necessary, and her broad hips gyrated with every step in a way that made her pace exceedingly uncertain.� Vicky handled her swaying belly with the utmost care; it was still so full, so tender that every misstep made it quake lusciously.� Her breasts, rapidly expanding to fill her sweater, were growing obscenely bouncy.� Vicky almost regretted not finding a bra to wear, though she knew it would soon become just one more restrictive thing for her expanding curves to split the seams of.� Her bottom jiggling like jelly with her every step; and though it was restrained by her skirt, Vicky could feel her enormous ass undulating as it was fattened to ever more massive dimensions.

����������� Vicky discovered to her chagrin that the slope of the field, which in the clear day had been unmistakable, was now quite impossible to determine, as if with the coming of the mist the very earth had leveled itself out simply to confuse her.� Back and forth she wavered; first one direction seemed to be leading up, only to suddenly decline in a most disappointing way, then another would seem surely to be leading down towards the river, only to suddenly rise up in a way that promised to lead her back up to the house.� Tormented by her own indecision, Vicky knew that she was wasting precious time; her breasts were ballooning larger with every breath she took.� Already her d�colletage was becoming decidedly convex, and as her bust swelled it began to raise the fringe of the sweater higher and higher.� After a few minutes of trying first this direction and then that one, Vicky felt her belly protruding from the gap forming above the waist of her dress.� Vicky felt the chill in the air prickling at her alabaster skin, her belly becoming slightly moist as the damp of the air condensed like dew upon it.

����������� I've got to make up my mind! Vicky told herself as she felt her belly slowly slipping free of her top, I've probably put on another fifty pounds since I got up and I haven't even gone anywhere� I have to choose; even if I don't find the straightest way back up there, I can at least start heading in the right direction.� So, okay- This way!

����������� With a feeling of certainty that Vicky very much hoped was not misplaced, she turned to face uphill and began walk as fast as she was able.� Vicky could tell that she was making progress, but she worried that it wouldn't be enough.� Carrying all her recently-gained weight up the hill took a lot of energy; Vicky found herself growing short of breath, and trying to catch it again only made her expand that much faster.� She felt a shiver of cold against her skin; her belly button was now exposed to the cool air.� The nakedness of her gargantuan belly only made it feel more enormous to Vicky, as if she had gotten herself hugely pregnant and then neglected to find any clothes that would fit her spectacular belly.� It was gigantic now, so round that Vicky's every step and every swing of her hips made it quake.� She tried to cradle its bulk in her arms, to steady it slightly at the very least, but this only made her ponderous steps more uncertain than before.� Trying to walk as naturally as she could, Vicky found that she had to hold her arms out further and further to her sides to avoid her blooming hips, her gait becoming more and more awkward as she tried to make room for her ripening curves.�

����������� It seemed to Vicky as if she had been walking entirely too long, and she began to wonder if she were not, somehow, going in circles.� While she doubted that she was making much progress on her way back up to the house, it was impossible to overlook that in other ways, she was progressing quite well indeed.� Her breasts, already so massive that her arms barely could reach a quarter of the way around them, felt as if they were swelling up even faster than the rest of her figure.� Vicky's sweater was stretched tight, hugging the developing rolls of fat along her back as every spare bit of fabric was pulled frontwards to contain her two titanic melons.� For a moment Vicky wondered why it was that her bust seemed to be soaking it up so thirstily, but when she lost her footing for a second and felt a heavy liquid sloshing that made her entire bosom tremble from within, she had her answer.

����������� So that's why my boobs are blowing up like a couple of balloons, Vicky thought, both relieved to have found her answer and troubled by the implications of it, I'm not just getting fatter, I'm getting milkier, and since my girls are already so fat and juicy, I'm getting it both ways.� I suppose it could be worse though; my belly's still so full, I'm not sure I could take it if it were fattening up as fast as my boobs, and if my ass started expanding at anywhere near this rate, I'd think I could even manage to hobble along at half this pace.� Still, it's kind of, disturbing, feeling them getting bigger so quickly.� It isn't that I'm afraid they won't be able to hold it all (and just how much is "it all" going to be?); they still feel all nice and soft; I know I can take a lot more, they're just getting so heavy now; my shoulders are starting to get tired just from carrying this much weight around.� If only Victoria were here to give me a back rub, and then maybe she could rub a few other things for me...� Okay, I can't keep letting myself get distracted; I need to keep moving and get back to the house!

����������� Vicky struggled on, doing her best to ignore how overwhelmingly immense she was becoming, especially about her front� Her breasts were steadily expanding upwards, rising out of the top of her sweater like dough to which someone had added entirely too much yeast.� Her sweater continued to creep up along the full curve of her belly.� Vicky could feel her breasts priming themselves to express their load of milk; her throbbing nipples chafed against her top as the sweater stretched around her milk-bloating mammaries, its weave growing more open until, looking down, Vicky could see her skin through the knit.� Her skirt, however, seemed far less forgiving of her fulsome figure.� The corduroy cloth clung to her swelling hips tenaciously, forcing her billowy thighs to rub together in a way that Vicky found entirely too stimulating for comfort.� Her ass felt as if it was fattening more with every step that Vicky took, and her skirt was beginning to adhere to her well-stuffed rear like a second skin, so tight that it barely even permitted her callipygian endowments to jiggle at all.� A soft fraying sound announced that her skirt had begun to reach its limit; the cool touch of the air on her bare skin told her that it was starting to split its seams along where her hips had expanded to their most fulsome.� As if to make the most of their new-found growing-room though, Vicky's thighs billowed out suddenly, as if they had been kept under pressure for so long, and were now determined to expand freely to make up for lost time.� With a twinge of dismay, Vicky felt her elbows brush against her hips.� Were they really that huge now?� She dared to take a quick glance; though the mist she saw that she was even wider across the seat than she had feared.

����������� This is terrible, Vicky thought, even if I reached the house this instant, I've already put on enough weight here to give Millie a run for her money.� If I keep getting hornier the bigger I get, then it won't be long before all I'll be fit for is playing with myself and stuffing myself silly.� Well, I suppose at some point I'll run out of batteries for my toys, but then it'll just be frustrating.� I feel like I really am turning into some Greek goddess of fertility; all I can think about anymore is eating and sex.� Oh, I hope Victoria can help me with this.� Well, I know she can help me with it, can she ever, but I hope she'll be able to help me keep my appetites in check somehow.� Still, it is kind of fun having a body that just wants me to- what's that ahead?

����������� Vicky paused, listening.� Somewhere in front of her, she could hear a quiet something, like a gentle breeze blowing through tall grass.

����������� Oh! Oh I must be getting close; that sounds like the leaves on the big magnolia by the house, Vicky thought, finally feeling hopeful, I�m almost there; I can almost smell the spring!

����������� Casting aside all caution, Vicky made for the sound as if her life depended on it.� Breaking into a gallop, or at least as close to such a thing as she could manage so greatly enlarged as she was, she pounded across the grass, her feet sinking deep into the soft ground with every step.� Her breasts bounced wildly, her sweater making little tearing noises as they shook.� All the bouncing was making her belly sore; it swayed and trembled as she moved, uncomfortably full and very sensitive.� Vicky could hear it more clearly now, it was right in front of her; the ground was leveling out ahead of her, the grass giving way to the smooth stones of- Splash!

����������� Vicky stopped suddenly and looked down.� At first, all she could see was herself, her massive breasts heaving, her overfraught hips flaring wide below her waist, the mist swirling all around her, still overpowering her body, forcing her to grow heavier, rounder, with every breath that filled her lungs.� The mists parted, and for a split second, Vicky could clearly see where she stood.

����������� Oh no!� I'm in the river!� Vicky realized with horror, All this way, all this effort and I've gone to exactly the place I wanted to get away from!� Oh, this is terrible; I'm getting bigger by the second and now I'm twice as far away from the house as I was when I started out!

����������� Reeling from this realization, Vicky staggered back onto the bank of the river before her strength and her resolve failed her and she collapsed weakly to the ground, defeated and afraid.

����������� There's no way I'll be able to make it back to the house now, even if I can find my way, Vicky despaired, her body wracked as her every sobbing gasp added more pounds to her voluptuous figure.� It's too far, I'm too huge, there's no way I'll be able to make it back there.� I'll be too huge to even move before I get halfway up the hill.

����������� Kneeling there on the riverbank, Vicky buried her face in her hands, her elbows sinking deep into her fulsome bosom.� Even in her extremity, Vicky could hear the stitches of her skirt snapping, could feel her bottom fattening beneath her with every second she spent bemoaning her fate.� She knew Victoria was behind this, even as she felt her sweater inching up to reveal more of her lavishly fertile belly.� Vicky felt- conflicted; she wanted to blame Victoria for this, to hate her for putting her in a position where all she could do was sit here while the very air that she breathed was filling up her figure until that Vicky was sure her own forswollen figure rivaled Millie's from the picture she had seen that morning.� And yet, and yet, Vicky was, in a certain corner of her heart, relieved.� She knew that she had wanted this; she just had been hesitant to take the next step, to willingly fatten herself up like this.� Being forced to grow like this, not having to make the choice to keep pumping herself up larger and larger, it was strangely calming.� If only she were safe in her room, lying in bed, she knew she'd be enjoying this, and enjoying it very much indeed.� If she were even a little bit bigger than this, well, that would be alright.� Right now though, she knew she had to get moving if she wanted to reach the house before she got too fat to even fit through the door.

����������� Her thick legs trembling with effort, Vicky struggled to her feet.� She turned away from the river and, facing the direction that she dearly hoped would lead her uphill, began to walk.� Though before up and downhill had looked very much alike, Vicky now wondered how she could have ever confused the two.� Though the slope up to the house was a gentle one, Vicky soon felt as if she were dragging herself up a mountain.� Vicky was panting for air as she fought to proceed uphill.� With each inhalation, she could feel the air inside her lungs, almost taste the mist, whatever magic it was composed of dissolving inside her chest, and then feel it spreading though her body, fattening her up more and more and more.� Vicky felt her thighs swelling up; still constrained by her skirt; they rubbed together like a pair of wet water balloons, though whether it was the sweat of exertion or her own more intimate juices that lubricated them so, she wasn't sure.� A few more steps, and Vicky could almost swear she hear her thighs squeaking like they were balloons being rubbed together; she tried to spread her legs apart, but she knew it was futile.� The waistband of her skirt though, was slowly surrendering as she gained more weight and sank in more and more deeply to the yielding flesh about her middle and bulging out behind her as it struggled vainly to cover the spreading shelf of her posterior.� Vicky felt her ass being pumped up with fat, until she wondered how she could possibly keep taking more of it while her skirt still restrained her immensity.� As her swollen behind grew even fatter, she felt the waistband of her skirt tightening around her middle like a vise.� In pinched her terribly, digging in against the soft underside of her bloated belly most uncomfortably.� She was already so tender there, still sore from eating so much while trying to stave off her other, more persistent craving, and the faster she tried to move, the more Vicky felt her overfull tummy begging her to slow down a bit.

����������� Snap! Snap!� The seams of her skirt popped apart from the strain, her milky white thighs spilling out as her legs fattened.� Vicky knew that she wasn't going in a straight line.� She had no sense of direction in this thick fog, and she knew her increasingly waversome gait was carrying her on a path that was anything but direct.� Still, she hoped she was still moving away from the river, or at least that if she started to turn around, that she might run into the forest at the edge of the field in time to realize her mistake, assuming there was time to make it back to the house even now.� Vicky felt her breasts getting heavier, whether they were filling up more with flesh or with milk, she wasn't sure, but whichever it was, it was an awful lot of it.� Their sloshing grew louder with every step she took, with a sound like the river lapping at its bank.� Vicky felt a soft tickling against the upper hemisphere of her lusciously swollen belly.� She heard a soft elastic sort of a pop, felt her massive melons jump as if they'd been slapped, and realized that her breasts were so huge and now projected out beyond her belly to such a degree that her sweater had slipped completely off of her round, opulent tummy and now only covered her immense bosom, fitting Vicky like some sort of a way-too-tight halter top, and letting her overfed middle sway freely and heavily as she made her ungainly way up the hill.� A cold breeze against the small of her back told Vicky that it had retreated upwards there as well, and now hugged her against the small of her back, just above where her hips flared out to such enticingly overfed proportions.� From the way it held her body, the way she felt herself jiggling, Vicky knew that even the small of her back had not been spared; she was fattening up all over, every inch of her becoming fat and smooth and womanly.� Though she fought to hang onto her desperation, Vicky found the thought inescapably arousing.

����������� How voluptuous I must be by now, Vicky found herself musing in spite of her situation, I know I don't want to get too big, but I can't really be too worried about this now can I?� I mean, of course I don't want to stay out here while my boobs blow up like zeppelins, but surely there are worse fates in the grand scheme of things.� Maybe I'm taking this present situation the wrong way, panicking, trying to escape before I gain a single pound more than I absolutely have to.� I've probably already packed on at least another hundred out here, and that's not even counting lunch!� Oof, my belly does feel awfully sore though; I wish my boobs weren't quite so heavy.� Well, actually my boobs can be quite as heavy as they please; it�d just be nice if they weren't riding on what's below them quite so much.� Anyways, what's a hundred more pounds when I'm already this big?� Wasn't it just last night that I was begging Victoria to fill me up with as much as I could possibly take, filling me until I couldn't even more?� Why am I so afraid now, just because I saw how huge she made Millie?� And here I am fighting against it, this is the best thing that's ever happened to me; Victoria's not going to let any harm come to me.� "Come on then!" Vicky shouted, standing up as straight as she was able, thrusting her titanic bosom out defiantly before her, "Here I am, give me everything you've got!� Fill me up with as much as I can hold! No-fill me up with all of it! Aahhh!"

����������� "Yesss!" Vicky sighed through clenched teeth, her lips parted in pleasure, Come on Victoria, that's what I need.� The mist had already begun to swirl in around her, as if in response to Vicky's passionate but ill-considered plea.� The moisture was so thick in the air now that she could feel it settling on her skin, fat wet drops on it forming and sliding down along the huge, gentle curve of her belly.� Vicky felt the water catching in the threads of her sweater, soaking through its ever more open weave and cooling her breasts, their skin now plainly visible through the overstretched material.� Vicky could feel them filling with milk.� It wasn't just that they were getting heavier, though she already knew that gaining another hundred pounds out here had been a naively conservative estimate, and it wasn't simply that her top was getting tighter, though even now Vicky felt her nipples, almost painfully erect, but still constrained by her top, questing, teasing at the mesh of the sweater, as if searching for a gap large enough to push through.� It was all that, it most definitely was, but it was something else too.� Vicky could feel the milk churning inside of her breasts, massaging them from within.� It felt different, exciting, and even a little scary, as if someone had hooked her huge, milk-swollen breasts up to a milking machine and turned in on in reverse.� Her thighs were plumping up dangerously fast; already she had burst the seams of her skirt from hip to knee, only the waist and the hemline held on, and with every step, Vicky found walking was becoming more of a challenge.� She had no choice but to walk with her thighs held tightly together, and now that Vicky was no longer quite so opposed to what was happening to her body, she felt her desire warming once again.� It was different this time though, Vicky noticed as her soft jiggling thighs slid against each other, well moistened by a lust that had already soaked right through her panties, this time though, instead of a sudden irresistible explosion of want, Vicky felt her ardor simply building to a nice, rolling boil.�

����������� Vicky waddled on along, lost in an almost trance-like haze of pleasure.� She could feel her bottom becoming more immense behind her, expanding as more and more fat pumped into it.� The back of her skirt was stretched as tight as a drum against it, utterly, delightfully inadequate to the task of concealing an ass so lusciously overstuffed that when Vicky moved it took a second for the quaking of her flesh to ripple through its vast expanse.

����������� I must be getting close to the top now, Vicky thought, the fog's getting even thicker, then again though, it's hardly the only thing around here that is.� I'm surprised that it hasn't started filling up my b-

����������� With a sudden urgency, Vicky felt her belly expand.� As she pressed her hands against it, she felt it distended by at least another six inches across in the space of a few seconds.� It was inflating like a balloon, so quickly, so irresistibly that Vicky could almost swear she could hear the resonant hiss on in-rushing air, and there could be no mistake about the creaking, stretching sound as her belly was so suddenly and forcibly enlarged.� Vicky moaned, her legs suddenly feeling far from equal to the task of supporting her weight.� Though her belly was swelling up so fast, growing so perfectly round that she might have been tempted to think that she had finally become a human balloon, being inflated to ever more pneumatic levels of buxomness, the weight that she felt herself gaining left no doubt that her belly was being filled in a much more permanent fashion.�

����������� Oh, why is this happening all at once? Vicky wondered, her legs were starting to fail her; she could feel the underside of her breasts slipping wetly against her ponderous belly as it began to quiver from the pressure building within it.� Up until now she had hoped that her belly had simply been spared the treatment which had stuffed her ass with fat until it trembled and pumped her breasts so full of milk that they ached, that the magic swirling around her had taken pity on her engorged tummy.� Now though, Vicky realized that it had merely been holding it all back, saving it all like a river dammed up and building and building until it broke free in a torrent that released the pent-up weight of an entire storm in a few minutes.� Vicky's belly was swelling larger still; at its widest point it seemed to be trying to outdo even her delectably overfed hips and though she could see very little of its progress in front of her, it felt for all the world as if it was going to keep on growing until it bulged out even further than her incomparably lush bosom.� It lapped over the tortured waistband of her skirt, so humongous now that even standing up she felt its burgeoning bulk pressing temptingly against her sumptuously well-fattened thighs, the merest hint of pressure there igniting so many commingled and prurient desires within her that Vicky could hardly think clearly enough to sort them out.� With another burst of growth, Vicky felt the sides of her belly bulging out as she was filled to even more breathtaking repletion.� She felt as if another fifty pounds had just been pumped into her already saturated belly; it creaked softly, straining to contain it all.� Her knees buckled at last, and with a sort of graceful overfullness she collapsed to the ground.

����������� Vicky felt her knees resisting as she fell; her legs had become so indulgently plump that bending them more than half-way felt made her feel as if she were pushing her body beyond its decent limits.� Cracking like a whip, the hem of her skirt tore apart, and as her legs splayed wide before her, Vicky sank to the ground.� She was far too front-heavy to balance even on her knees, and the combined weight of her helplessly expanding belly and her milk-engorged breasts pulled her forward as if she had no strength at all.� Already her titanic belly was cradled by the soft embrace of her thighs, but as she listed forwards, Vicky soon felt the tickle of the wet grass against her tender skin as she came to a rest against the ground.�

����������� Oh, I'm never going to be able to stand up now, Vicky despaired, though she felt strangely at peace with suffering such a fate, I'm too heavy to even stand; how can I possibly walk?� She felt unbelievably full, her belly laden with such excess that she was afraid to even touch herself there, exerting all the strength her over-matched back could muster to keep herself from laying any more heavily upon it than absolutely necessary.� Still though, Vicky had to admit to herself that it was not what she had expected.� Her belly was awfully full, it was true, so full in fact that she was almost hesitant to breathe for fear that her next breath would be the one that filled her with more than she could hold (already she wondered if she had passed that final margin of safety, and was even now safe only because her enforced immobility).� The grass tickled her skin; every inch of her was so much more sensitive now, such that when an errant tingle coursing through her distended middle made her sigh, Vicky found herself almost looking forward to the delicious new sensations that her belly would feed to her as it grew just a little bit more.

����������� She knew she had reached her limit now, anything more, another pound, another ounce, another drop would be too much.� Vicky tried to hold her breath.� Seconds slipped by slowly, it felt like an eternity, as if she were drowning on dry land.� Her instincts fought her; every drop of her being told her she should be panting, inhaling as much of this sweet, cool air as her lungs could hold, but she held her breath still, afraid of what her next inhalation would bring, the effect it would have on her belly, stuffed beyond all decency, so huge that it had outpaced even the luscious broadness of her hips.� The world swam before her eyes, and with a great desperate gasp Vicky exhaled and, unable to stop herself, took in a great, deep chestful of air, and then another and another.� She waited, certain that she couldn't possibly hold any more.� It seemed that whatever mischievous intelligence controlled her fate had reached the same conclusion, for her enormous belly grew no larger.� It was only the reprieve of a moment though, for as she thirstily and thankfully drank in the clean, cool air around her, Vicky felt her breasts beginning to tingle anew.

����������� Instantly, Vicky felt the full force of the magic swirling around her redirecting its efforts to her breasts.� She felt them jump from the sudden surge, bulging with juicy overfullness out of her sweater which, especially towards the front, had been stretched so very thin that it looked more like a fishnet than anything else.� Her nipples felt ready to burst as her breasts, sumptuously swollen with fat and brimming with milk, were forced to grow larger, and larger, and larger.� Vicky felt a wet pop at the most distant point of her breast, and a second later another one, each bringing with it a sudden lessening of the intolerable fullness that so ravishingly overwhelmed her.� Her nipples, Vicky could just barely see as she looked down across the ripening vista of her bosom, had finally poked through the open fabric.� They were each at least three inches long, fat and plump and begging to be sucked, and thick in a way that left no doubt that her body was making a lot of milk, and was absolutely desperate to be relieved of its accumulating burden.

����������� "Oohhhhh!" Vicky moaned, arching her back with pleasure, my tits are getting to huge, they feel like they're ready to burst!� Oh, I shouldn't complain too much though; it could just as easily be my belly still blowing up like this.� It's just so full, so huge and round and I can feel it all squeezing down on my tight, wet- It's just too much.� I've got to at least try to keep ahold of myself.� I may not be able to walk, but if I don't at least try to think straight I'm sure I'll get so lost in this that by the time I'm finished I'll weigh a ton, assuming I can stand that much.� Hmm, I wonder how big that would be.� Last night with Victoria, I was so gigantic I felt like could have been crushed beneath my own boobs, did I weigh a ton then?� Just the thought of it, it's frightening, but oh, it's still making me hot.� I have to stop this; it feels wonderful, but I can't just let myself get carried away like this.� I do want to get bigger, I can't deny it anymore, but like this?� Just lying here while Vicky or the magic of the spring or whatever it is just pumps me up with more and more and more?� It shouldn't feel so good to feel so completely helpless, but I just can't help it, I want more of this.

����������� And smiling with sweet surrender, more was exactly what Vicky received.� She sank deeper into the wet grass, growing heavier and heavier, her plump calves and feet hidden as her sensually full thighs swelled to even more excessive lusciousness.� Vicky could feel her sweater, already tight everywhere else, growing tighter around her upper arms as she grew fatter there now too.� Like everywhere else on her body, it felt wonderful, like the last thing that she needed to have a truly indulgent figure was finally coming to pass; not too much, but just enough that her arms now looked as if they matched the rest of her body, soft, sensual, and filled to give the absolute maximum amount of pleasure to anyone so fortunate as to find herself in Vicky's ample embrace.� Vicky's breasts though, they were not withheld by any such restraints; the air that Vicky breathed in was not carefully balancing their size with the rest of her body, making them just large enough and no larger.� Now, with her belly swollen to its utmost capacity, Vicky's breasts now endured the full onslaught of the magic swirling around and inside of her.� They were being filled with milk so fast now that Vicky could hear it gurgling inside them; filling more and more, her mammoth bosom overflowed her top, ballooning until Vicky could feel the smooth flesh of her luscious breasts gently brushing against her neck, and pressing against her chin.� Below, she could tell that more the same was happening.� Vicky could feel herself developing a truly epic case of under-boob as her fat, juicy melons were pumped full of even more.� Vicky tried to get a sense of just how enormous she had become, but looking down all she could see was the endless expanse of her own tender flesh, her breasts now so immense that stretching her arms out as wide as she was able Vicky was astonished to find that her boobs were wider than her reach.� The pressure inside them was increasing; Vicky's nipples ached for release, throbbing as if the milk inside them was ready to start spurting out at any moment.� Still pinched by the fabric of her top though, Vicky could just barely feel a hot trickle of milk leaking from them, not nearly enough to relieve the countless creamy gallons that were pouring into her.� She struggled to drag herself onwards, knowing that she was nearing the point of immobility, when she would at last become so large and luscious, so paralyzed by pleasure that reaching the house would become an utter impossibility.

����������� Letting herself be pulled forward by the ponderous, quivering weight of her breasts, Vicky felt her nipples pressing against the ground.� She cried out in pain, surprise, and more than a small amount of pleasure; it was like taking an overinflated balloon and trying to bend a kink in it.� Whether it hurt too much keep on like this, or whether she was simply afraid she would develop a taste for such delicate tortures, Vicky struggled one last time to stand, and with a strength borne of utter desperation, felt her body slowly rising from the ground.� Vicky was panting, and even so, she felt herself getting more than a little light-headed.� Gasping for air, she felt the moist heart of her body growing warmer again; though she had tried her best to gorge her lust into submission, hoping to stuff herself into quiescence, Vicky now realized that she had not done away with her body's ever-growing carnal urges, indeed, it felt as if bottling them up had only allowed them to explode forth now with even greater intensity.� Vicky's sumptuously swollen ass quaked as she took an awkward step forward, swelling as she earned herself another ten pounds of overly-sensitive flesh for her efforts.� She caught herself wondering if she was breathing harder because of her exertions or because every time her thighs slid past one another it sent a jolt of orgasmic ecstasy coursing through her body.� Whichever was the reason, all her huffing and puffing was having a most obvious effect.� Her bottom expanded with fat every time she inhaled; Vicky felt like she was being inflated with jelly, as her hindquarters became fatter and fatter still.

����������� Oh, this is getting to be too much, Vicky despaired, feeling herself gaining more weight with every step as her desires fought within her, Even if I do make my way all the way to the top, I'll be too enormous to move.� Or will I?� That would be the easy thing, wouldn't it, to just give up and say I'd done my best and lie here and take it all. �No, I'm not going to be passive like that.� I'm all for stuffing myself so full that I'm just Victoria's big, fat, sapphic, sex toy, but damn it, I'm going to do it myself, not have it done to me!

����������� With her next step, Vicky felt heard a snap and felt something flutter defeatedly against her legs on its way to the ground.� Her skirt had finally been overwhelmed by her burgeoning girth.� Vicky felt her belly settle a few inches lower, though still irresistibly tender, the discomfort of its overfullness eased slightly.� Her blue lace panties were now all that protected her modesty, and even they did precious little enough of that.� They were stretched to translucence across the wide-spreading and newly-revealed expanse of her overstuffed derriere; their fabric beginning to tear in places, holes forming and growing larger as it pulled away from the thin strap of elastic that encircled Vicky's fertile waist, sinking so deeply into the soft flesh of her seductively over-fattened hips that it liable to disappear into her curves altogether.� As Vicky grew even more ravishing from behind, she felt her panties beginning to ride up, pulled taut between her quakingly over-fattened cheeks while in the front she felt it beginning to work its way into the moist cleft of her obscenely inflamed femininity, the lace tickling her surrendering center in a way that only roused her passions further.� As she walked, Vicky felt her elbows beginning to poke into her broadening hips.� Each impact sent tremors coursing through her lusciously enormous ass and all its nearby regions, and so she was forced to hold her arms out at an ungainly angle, which did nothing to help with her already unsteady gait.

����������� At last Vicky felt the solid reassurance of cold, hard stone beneath her feet; she had reached the steps up to the pool; she was almost there.� Even as she rejoiced at this small victory, she felt a stretching tickling tearing sensation across her front, and hoped desperately that it was only her sweater which had been filled to its limit.� It was; a few seconds later, Vicky felt it split asunder.� Her massive, milk-swollen breasts, suddenly liberated, dropped with a sodden smack against her belly.� Vicky came, every inch of her body was throbbing with desire, even the slightest touch excited her unbearably, and the sensation of her massive tits, bloated to bursting slapping against her inconceivably distended belly almost brought her to her knees again.� Vicky quivered; she managed to keep her feet, expecting that at any moment her breasts would finally begin to express their milk in earnest.� She longed for that sweetest release, but it was not forthcoming, and though her nipples were painfully erect, still only the merest trickle of milk escaped from her breasts so filled to overflowing that they should have been gushing with it.� Vicky looked down at her body in awe.

����������� They're just so huge, I'm just so huge! Vicky marveled, amazed at how bewitchingly overfilled she had become, They look so heavy too, like Victoria's boobs always do, though I'm definitely bigger than her.� I wonder why they're not all perfectly round any more like the last few times I've been filled up with milk.� I wonder if I've finally stretched them out a bit.� That could be a good thing; I don't want them to get too saggy, though I can see why Victoria enjoys a more natural look.� Still though, they must still be growing too; it isn't just that I'm filling up with milk, though oh, there's just so much of it I don't even want to think about it, but my tits must be fattening up too, otherwise there's no way I could hold this much and not have boobs as round as a pair of overinflated weather balloons.

����������� Vicky staggered onwards.� The steps were weathered and worn, uncertain footing even if she could have seen her feet.� And Vicky was quickly discovering that having huge, soft breasts overloaded with milk was not altogether better than having them round and drum-tight.� The pressure was still there, she soon found, it was just that instead of being distributed more or less evenly throughout her breasts, it all seemed concentrated at their undersides.� All that milk, how much was it, fifty gallons, a hundred, or how much of it was her own voluptuous mountainously overfattened tits?� It didn't matter, Vicky supposed, either way, all the weight seemed to be focused in the lowest regions of her breasts.� She could feel them stretching there as they got even heavier, meekly allowing themselves to be glutted with even more.� Ever step she climbed, Vicky gained another twenty pounds there, her overloaded mammaries pumping full of more and more milk, the mist growing thicker around her as she grew closer to its source.� Almost palpably it filled her lungs now; she could taste it soaking into her body, filling her and filling her to ever more sumptuous excess.� Vicky forced herself to climb another step; she gained another twenty pounds in hot milk and trembling tit-flesh, another step, she was forty pounds heavier; Vicky felt the weight of her breasts tugging at the skin of her chest; it wasn't just that her overburdened breasts were stretching underneath, they were hanging so very heavy now, so supremely fat and pendulous with milk.� Vicky ascended another step; she had sixty pounds more to carry.� She wished there was some way she could climb the steps less than one at a time.� Every step she took reminded her of just how dangerously overfilled her breasts had become.� They were starting to feel like a pair of overfilled water balloons that someone was pinching by the knot and bouncing up and down; Vicky could only hope that they weren't quite so critically overloaded as they looked.� Another step, and eighty pounds was pumped into her wobbling bosom.� Vicky felt the skin of her breasts pulling tight; she wanted to support them, to take some of their unwieldy weight in her hands, that her own straining creamy flesh might not have to bear their full weight. It was no use though, even the lightest touch of her fingers was too much; Vicky's breasts were too tender, too delicately overfilled to hold.� Pressing her fingertips even softly into the billowing expanse of her bosom told Vicky everything she needed to know, and more than she really wanted to, about her limits, and just how dangerously near she was to exceeding them.� Vicky continued her ascent up the steps of fleshy paradise; she knew she must be nearing the top as she felt her tally increased by a hundred pounds since she had felt the first step beneath her bare feet.� Her breasts were so huge now, so lusciously titanic that Vicky could feel them swaying with ponderous gentleness against the widest point of her bulging belly.

����������� They're just so heavy, I can't stand it, Vicky worried, trying to comprehend just how massive her milk-laden bosom had become, I can't even see around them anymore; they must hang down to past waist by now.� Oh, my poor boobs; I need to get them milked, let some of the pressure off.� They feel like they're just about ready to explode- this shouldn't be turning me on so much but oh, oh, I can feel them just getting tighter and tighter.� I have to get back into the house and release some of this before I just-

����������� As Vicky desperately made her plans, she finally reached the top of the stairs and felt the smooth water-worn stone surrounding the spring against her feet.� She dared to breathe a sigh of relief; she was almost there, soon she'd be past the pool, and then, hopefully, climbing up beyond the reach of this fattening fog.� Even as Vicky readied herself to dash across the level ground near the pool though, the mist rising up from it suddenly roiled and thickened around her.� She could faintly hear the surface of the water bubbling as if it was boiling over with whatever it was that gave it its power.� In a few short seconds, Vicky found her visibility reduced to almost nothing.� She hesitated; she wanted to get to the other side as soon as possible, but if she couldn't see, how would she find her way there?

����������� Oh, what am I going to do now, Vicky wondered, holding her breath in the expectation that as the mist thickened, its potency could only increase, I've got to get past here, but if I lose my path, or worse, fall into the pool, there's no telling what will happen to me.� Well, no, that's not quite right; I know what's going to happen: I'll blow up like a balloon.� My boobs will get so huge I won't be able to move.� I'll probably gain another two hundred pounds before I can even pull myself to the edge!

����������� Vicky wavered.� Her lungs were burning; climbing the steps had left her winded, and at last, without meaning to, she opened her mouth and took a long, deep breath.� Vicky felt the air, the mist inside her.� It was so thick it tasted like a liquid.� As soon as she had inhaled it though, Vicky felt it dissolve inside her, suddenly absorbed into her body.� And then she felt something else.

����������� Vicky felt a sudden, irresistible surge well up inside of her, and her breasts began to fill as if the spring had only just noticed her proximity, and decided that if it was going to fill her up with milk, it ought to do as thorough a job of it as possible.� Words could hardly describe it, Vicky thought, and as it poured like a raging torrent into her helpless body, the effects were only too obvious.� Vicky's breasts, already ponderously bloated with milk, were suddenly forced to contain more, dozens of gallons beyond she had imagined she could hold.� In moments, her bosom inflated out a foot wider to either side than it had moments before; how many gallons were being pumped into her, Vicky could not begin to calculate, how many pounds were being stuffed into her she was afraid to even think about.� The sudden onslaught was too much for her to withstand; her legs trembled, and then buckled as she collapsed to the ground.� Her enormous overstuffed ass, her massive belly slapped against the wet stone with a smack that echoed through the humid air.� The impact sent shocks and ripples of the most exciting sort coursing through her body.� Vicky felt herself growing even more aroused by this sudden blow against some of the most lusciously overloaded portions of her anatomy, and for the briefest of moments, Vicky was even distracted from her continued expansion.� Her breasts, quivering from the pressure inside them, were loaded with even more.� They filled her wide-spreading lap and then began to overflow it, even her enormous, overstuffed belly all but disappearing beneath them.� Vicky kept waiting for them to run out of room, for them to grow rounder and rounder, and finally as perfectly spherical as their weight would support before they finally- what? Stopped?� Vicky hoped that would be it, though she didn't relish the thought of having to try and drag these monsters up to the house.� Or would the pressure inside her finally build up to the point where she really would start gushing milk?� Vicky smiled to herself; that would be fun; it might even lighten her burden some.� Still, as big, as full as she was, that hadn't happened yet; her nipples still somehow held back the great creamy flood that was building up inside her.� What else did that leave?� Only one other final outcome that Vicky could think of, and she didn't want to think about that one very much at all.

����������� Vicky did notice though, watching her milk-distended mammaries billowing as they were filled with gallon upon gallon of her own sweet cream, that they didn't seem to be getting any rounder.� As they overlapped her sumptuously overfattened thighs Vicky realized that for all the milk that was being pumped into them, her breasts were still growing, keeping them fat and supple, as if the spring was reluctant to let its new plaything reach her capacity too quickly, and so kept forcing her lush, overdeveloped mammaries to keep growing just barely enough that Vicky was never quite filled beyond her capacity.� For a moment Vicky felt relieved; at least she didn't have to worry about her boobs bursting, probably.� At the same time, she realized that this could go on practically forever.� It was a frightening thought, to imagine herself getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger, until at last she had soaked up every last drop of magic in the spring, and it left her just lying there, utterly replete, saturated with her own impossible voluptuousness, pinned beneath a pair of breasts too colossal for words, a perfect prisoner of her own body, coming, and coming and coming...

����������� No dammit, stop being turned on by this! Vicky told herself as she the seductive pull of just letting her body get as big as it possibly could, Well, okay, I've got to at least keep myself from getting so turned on I can't think straight.� I can just imagine it though, lying out here by the pool, my boobs so enormous and juicy that I can hear them creaking.� Maybe Victoria could come out too, and rub some lotion on them so I don't get sunburned; I do have such sensitive skin.� Mmmmm, Victoria, the things I'd like for her to do to me.� She's so heavenly to kiss; I can tell she's got a talented tongue; I think I'd lose my mind if she just walked up to me, knelt down between my legs and went to work.

����������� It was as if the spring was somehow feeding off of Vicky's own pleasure, that her sensual blissfulness was encouraging it to keep giving her more.� The fuller she became, the hotter she felt herself becoming, and the more the spring decided to give her.� Vicky knew, as well as she knew anything at the moment, that it was no use fighting it anymore.� Her breasts weighed down with luscious, irresistible heaviness on her belly and her legs.� Vicky was sure they weighed hundreds of pounds by now, and yet the weight only increased her excitement.� Their mass seemed to caress her body, hanging down on her fertile belly, adding their weight to the pressure that kneaded and teased at Vicky's most intimate of parts.� Also, though she only vaguely noticed it, the spring seemed to have stopped allowing her breasts to grow, and was now simply pumping them full of milk.� Vicky could only sit there and watch, a slave to her own enjoyment as the upper hemispheres of her breasts began to rise and swell upwards.� All this morning they had been content to let themselves be squashed together, but as they now neared their limits, Vicky felt the pressure growing between them as her two milk-inflated mammaries began to run out of room.� Vicky felt herself coming again; she knew she should be worried; she knew she was fast approaching her limits.� Her breasts rose until they began to press against her neck, the deep, full chasm of her cleavage rising up towards her face.� Vicky's skin stretched farther and farther as milk continued to pump into her breasts.� They still bore the faint red lines from where the weave of her sweater had been pressed into their skin, and Vicky looked on in a kind of helpless fascination as the pattern expanded and distorted as her opulently overblown tits desperately tried to accommodate the untold gallons pumping into her body.� They were getting very tight indeed now, she could barely even see around them anymore.� In a sane world, she knew she ought to have panicked; her breasts were ready to burst, but all she really felt were the waves of pleasure washing through her body.

����������� Ohhh, this can't be happening, Vicky thought as another surge filled her breasts to even greater excess as they began to creak ominously, Oh, this is it; I can't take any more, I've got to do something, but I can't even move or think straight.� If I am going to do something though, I'm going to have to do it fast, I don't have much time.

����������� Desperate, her breasts distended out past her knees, Vicky finally hit on an idea.

����������� "Hey, you have to stop!" Vicky shouted at the air around her, her breasts trembling at her sudden exertion, "I can't get any bigger right now, I'm full!� No more room!� I know you're just trying to make me happy, to bring me pleasure like you did when there was a houseful of women here who wanted to be as fat and buxom as you could make them, but they're all gone now; it's just me, and you can't just pump it all into me!� I can't take any more; you have to be gentle with me; I'm just one woman.� And right now you have to stop because my boobs are so full they're ready to pop!"

����������� Vicky waited, the sudden silence echoing around her, her breasts straining to contain their own luscious immensity.� After what felt like an eternity, she felt a gentle breeze blowing.� It tickled her skin as it grew stronger; the mist, suddenly disturbed, made it difficult to see anything.� Vicky closed her eyes against it and waited, wondering what was coming next.� The wind faded; Vicky opened her eyes.�

����������� The mist was gone, and she could see everything again, from the smooth and well-walked stone that she was splayed out on to the grand old house not fifty feet ahead of her.� Cautiously, and as gently as she possibly could, Vicky tried to squash her brimming breasts out of the way enough to look in front of her.� It wasn't easy, they were far more ponderous than she was prepared to deal with, and at even the lightest touch, they reminded her how utterly saturated they were, and Vicky winced, half from pain, half from pleasure as she gently tried to get a look at the spring.� Finally, with the carefulness of a woman disarming a live bomb, she managed to open up enough of a gap for her to see the surface of the water in front of her.� I was completely calm, as if nothing had happened at all.� It teemed with little flashes of blue light, all the brighter beneath the still-overcast sky.

����������� Okay then, Vicky thought, trying to get herself in order again, I'm alright; I just need to get back into the house, milk myself, and then see if I can't find some of my toys because, oh, oh OH, I am still so horny I can hardly stand it.� Well, it all sounds simple enough.� I guess I can't really do anything though, if I can't stand up, so here goes.

����������� Vicky sat for a moment and tried to gather her strength.� She felt inconceivably huge, and so heavy that she approached the prospect of rising to her feet with considerable trepidation.� She closed her eyes for a moment, grateful that she could breathe deeply now and trying to focus on the task at hand.� Vicky's breasts trembled softly, as if they now held so much milk that they were subject to the changing tides.� Finally, Vicky tried to rise to her feet.� It seemed an awesome challenge, indeed, it was not until Vicky had begun to straighten her knees and lift her voluptuously overfattened body up off the ground that she had any inkling of just how heavy she had become.

����������� Oh, I feel like I must weigh a ton, Vicky thought, wondering just how much of an exaggeration that might be, and hoping that it was still just an exaggeration, I wonder how much of this weight is just my boobs, or my milk anyway.� Well, it's a good thing my butt is so huge now, I think I'd just tip right over without so much behind me to help counterbalance everything.

����������� Standing at last, Vicky felt embarrassingly awkward.� Her breasts felt as if their full weight was hanging on her still too sensitive belly.� They bulged out obscenely at her sides, so full that in order to avoid jostling them, Vicky found that she had to hold her arms out and back a bit, but with small, tentative steps, she made her way around the pool.� The steps on the other side were more of a challenge.� Every step, no matter how slowly Vicky tried to take it, no matter how painstaking gentle she tried to be, seemed to set her entire body in motion.� Her ass, so overstuffed with fat that it quivered like a balloon full of jello, trembled at the slightest disturbance.� Her breasts wobbled lushly, so huge and heavy, tugging at Vicky's shoulders with every step she mounted until her shoulders ached from carrying such a stupendous load, and she felt a twinge in her back as it protested being forced to support such a succulently excessive burden.� Worse yet, as far as Vicky was concerned, she felt herself growing more aroused again.� Her panties, the only article of clothing that hadn't been destroyed by her overfilled figure, had ridden up terribly.� Though soaked through completely in the front, Vicky could feel them working their way back and forth as she climbed, their lace tickling her lust-swollen womanhood entirely too distractingly to be ignored.� Every step she climbed, Vicky was sure that she was going to come; she wanted it; she wanted it so, so badly, but now that the mist had gone, she found that she couldn't.� Vicky felt it building and building inside of her, as if she were not only filled with as much milk as she could possibly carry, and fattened with the most that she could possibly hold, but her entire body was now brimming over with desire as well.� Vicky felt it filling her, her breasts seemed to swell with her unfulfilled lust.� Her belly grew taut with barely-contained passion and she felt her scandalously overdeveloped femininity plumping up as if trying to make her body even more receptive to pleasure than it already was.

����������� Oh, oh, Ohhhhhh, Vicky sighed, this is ridiculous; I've got to fuck something now.� I've never had to come so badly in my life.� I'm so hot, why can't I just do it?� Just a little bit would help so much.� Oh, my whole body is tingling, throbbing, I just feel so juicy, so fuckable.� I wish Victoria were here, she'd have me screaming for mercy in a second.� Oh, I've got to get inside and get myself off before I lose my mind!

����������� Reaching the top of the steps, Vicky hastily waddled through the double doors and into the kitchen.� She tottered unevenly through to the front room, her lusciously distended breasts knocking several things off the kitchen counter as she struggled past.� Desperate for relief, her legs trembling unsteadily beneath her, Vicky made her ungainly way towards her boudoir.� She barely cleared the door; she looked around for something, anything, that she could use to get herself over the edge.� The bath! There it was; Vicky headed straight for the bathroom.� The door was too narrow for her fantastically bloated mammaries.� She turned, backing through until her overloaded breasts were stuck and then, eyes closed as she bit her lip in hopes that she could take this one last squeeze, pulled herself back into the bathroom.� For a moment, it seemed too tight a fit.� Vicky's breasts meekly protested at the pressure, and then, to her boundless satisfaction, Vicky felt a short spurt of milk issue from them and she was in.� Out of the corner of her eye, Vicky glimpsed her reflection in the mirror.� Though her need was all-consuming, she had to pause for a second, for what she saw was so incredible.� Her breasts were gargantuan; they hung all the way to her knees and projected out at least five feet in front of her.� The ruined sweater still clung to her plump shoulders; she shrugged out of it easily, and the overstretched elastic of her panties dug deeply in against the flesh of her blossoming hips.� With a moan of insatiable lust, Vicky grabbed at her panties and tore them off with a wet snap.� She felt like a volcano ready to erupt as she staggered over to the bathtub and turned on the hot water.� Hurriedly, Vicky pulled down the shower head from its hook, aimed it, and lowered her lust-heavy form into the tub, her vast breasts overflowing it and hanging out over the sides.� She laid back, spread her lush thighs as far as she was able, and the spraying of water found its mark.

����������� The warm water sprayed against Vicky's inflamed womanhood.� In seconds, it brought her over the edge, an hour's worth of raw, pent-up sexual energy released inside her.

����������� "Oh, Ohhhhhhhh!" Vicky moaned, her entire body convulsed by shockwaves of pure bliss, "Oh yesssss! I'm coming, Ahhhhhh!"

����������� Her entire body wobbled and quivered as she overflowed with ecstasy.� A few minutes before, Vicky had felt as if most of her body was too swollen and sensitive to withstand even her own gentle touch, now though, she couldn't keep her hands off herself.� Rubbing her enormous belly, fondling her massive tits, Vicky stroked herself into a frenzy of desire.� Vicky could hear her breasts sloshing with milk; it was churning inside her.� Desperate, ecstatic, Vicky screamed for relief; she felt her breasts tightening, her plum-sized nipples growing so firm that they hurt.�

����������� Two great arcs of milk erupted from Vicky's breasts.� It was the most orgasmic thing she could imagine, the sensation of so much of it gushing through her body.� Vicky felt the wet, creamy drops of it raining down onto her legs.� Milk was spraying everywhere; soon the tile wall beside the tub was spattered with it, and gleaming puddles of white formed and grew on the bathroom floor.� Vicky did not notice though, completely lost as she was in the paradise of her own body.� She was wracked by waves of pure rapturous joy so strong that she worried whether her luscious body could long withstand such hard use, Vicky felt as if the pressure in her breasts was only growing.� Though she had expressed several gallons of her milk already and the water in the tub was growing distinctly whitish, Vicky felt the twin torrents gushing from her overfilled udders increasing.� They sprayed against the foot of the tub now, loud as a summer storm on a tin roof.� All the while, she was coming, moaning, screaming.� Vicky heard all sorts of cries of utter passion, and only later realized that they were springing from her own lips.� The bathtub was full enough now that the rocking undulations of her body filled it with waves, sloshing and rolling against her overfed belly.� Her throbbing nethers finally submerged, Vicky reached over to the faucet, pawing at it blindly to turn off the water.� She wanted to see if she could make the bathtub overflow just by herself.� Her breasts, she noticed, had finally been drained enough that they were no longer in danger of just flopping over the lip of the tub, though they still bulged out considerably wider than it, the hard, smooth coolness of the porcelain feeling very solid against the yielding luxuriance of her breasts.� As the bathtub continued to fill with milk, Vicky's fevered thrashing excited larger waves within the tub.� Growing higher and stronger, they beat against the tight skin of her swollen belly, arousing her even more, encouraging her enormous udders to spray out even more of their thick, creamy burden.� Vicky sighed; she wanted so desperately to simply be exhausted, to have reached the end of herself and finally be able to just lie there for a while, tingling with echoing pleasures.� Her body, however, would allow no such thing.� Every time she Vicky felt that she had finally climaxed as much as she was able, that the surging pressure within her wobbling bosom had abated to a comfortable degree and her lust, at least for the moment, was sated, she would feel the need growing within her once more.� She felt as if the hot, wet sheath of her womanhood was being pumped up with fat and desire until she was ready to burst.� Vicky felt herself becoming wetter and tighter in her tenderest of places; as if she were so desperately full that she couldn't slide a single finger inside herself even if she were able to reach around the opulent globe of her belly, and yet she felt as if she could take anything that might bring her even greater delight.� Vicky was sure that she wouldn't be able to stand with her fat, sleek legs together after this; her labia felt like they were being inflated into pontoons, aching as if her once-modest petals had not grown at all, but had merely been filled, stretched, swollen with liquid desire until the yielding walls of her soft, feminine folds were fit to burst, so wet and juicy that Vicky couldn't imagine trying to live anything like a normal life with the very depths of her body so shockingly sensitive, yet as her milk lapped at the lip of the tub, and she felt herself aching to be dragged again to the precipice of rapture, and Vicky couldn't help but hope that the pulsating portal of her womanhood might be forced to accept just a little more before she was finished.� Delirious with pleasure, Vicky screamed again; her breasts erupted, she came with blinding, soul-shattering intensity.� The world around her grew dim as she grew dizzy, and soon all she felt was the warm froth of milk enveloping her body and the fading aftershocks of an orgasm so incredible that as she lost consciousness, Vicky was surprised that she had endured it and survived.

����������� When Vicky finally regained herself, it was to the sound of milk splashing over the edge of the tub and onto the tiled floor.� She saw the tub was brimming over with the creamy whiteness of her milk.� Its surface rippling gently with her breath, and the beating of her heart.� Vicky saw her breasts had finally expelled all of her milk; they only bulged out over the sides of the tub a little now, and she was fairly certain that some of that was because they were floating, their prodigious weight supported by the milky sea around them as they jiggled softly as the ripples into the bath were transmitted through their silk-smooth flesh.� Vicky's belly however, was utterly undiminished in size; its fertile dome rose spectacularly above the surface of the tub.� Vicky, her legs still parted wide in surrender, could feel her overinflated underbelly pressed against her sleek, lavishly plumpened thighs, but she could not see them beyond it.� Her knees, spread wide as she was able, still were hidden wholly beneath its luscious roundness, and when she inhaled, Vicky could just feel the light pressure of the walls of the bathtub squeezing against the bulging sides of her enormous belly.

����������� Oh, that was good, Vicky sighed contentedly, I've been needing something like that since I woke up this morning.� Not that playing around in bed wasn't nice enough, but there's just nothing like really giving it my all, just coming and coming until I can't anymore.� Oh my, this could be habit-forming.� And it is certainly nice that my boobs don't feel like quite so overfilled anymore.� Just look at all that milk.� No wonder I could hardly walk with that much inside me; though I bet if Victoria were here I could convince her to drink it.� Wouldn't it be a treat to watch her belly swelling with it while I watched?� Oh, I can just imagine her lapping it up, getting bigger and bigger until she could hardly move either; Oh but that would be a lovely sight.� Time enough for that later though, I guess I'd best be getting out now, I don't want to be getting all pruny or anything.

����������� Vicky cautiously lifted herself up out of the tub, still feeling so deliciously exhausted that she wasn't quite sure her legs had the strength to carry her.� She was lighter though, she found, having pumped out enough milk that it half-filled the bathtub even without her inside it, and as she passed by the scale, Vicky stepped onto it experimentally.� The resulting crunching noise told her all that she needed to know about her present weight, and feeling greatly satisfied at having survived her ordeal, Vicky waddled back into her bedroom to find something to wear, her skin still flecked with white droplets of milk.

����������� Passing by the wide mirror, Vicky paused to see what effects her morning's adventure had had upon her figure.� Vicky stood there spellbound, for staring back at her was the reflection of a goddess.� Her hips were resplendently wide.� At least five feet across at their broadest point, their blossoming roundness bespoke a woman who had stuffed herself with so many pleasures that her body could barely contain them all.� Vicky gave her hips a little roll, and found herself almost hypnotized by their swaying.� She moved as if her body had been dipped in honey, the huge but gentle undulations of her flesh making Vicky feel more than a little lustful for herself.� Her thighs were fascinatingly plump, so big around that Vicky doubted that she would ever be able to get into a pair of pants again, her legs so lusciously fat that her knees no longer wanted to bend.� Her belly was almost inconceivably immense.� Stuffing herself with food until she couldn't eat another bite and then letting the power of the spring fill her up with even more had obviously been a very potent combination, because Vicky now found herself carrying a belly that bulged out a good four feet in front of her.� Round and distractingly heavy, its lush curve swelled out almost as wide as her hips, so full and fertile that her belly's swollen underside bulged almost to Vicky's knees.� Vicky's breasts however, were absolutely stunning.� Wider than her belly, wider even than her fulsome womanly hips, they were so voluptuously massive that they made even Vicky's huge, round belly seem modest in comparison.� Her breasts were so swollen, enlarged so enormously beyond the already-ample size that they had been when Vicky set out that morning that she could hardly believe it.� Even drained of their vast load of milk, Vicky thought they still looked extremely full, heavy and fat and quivering gently as she breathed.� They hung down to her waist; her belly tried to squeeze them apart but their soft, creamy bulk overwhelmed it wonderfully.

����������� I, I Is that all me? Vicky wondered in disbelief as she tried to comprehend the endless mountains and valleys reflected before her, I'm massive!� I mean, I was huge before, but this, my gosh, I must have just pumped a hundred gallons of milk out of my boobs and they still look too full.� And my belly, it's just too big; I don't even know where to begin, what to do with so much of, of- me.�

����������� Vicky remained there in front of the mirror, staring, wobbling unsteadily.� She noticed that her skin seemed fairer now, smoother, as if forcing her breasts to contain such a load of milk for so long had caused it to somehow soak into the rest of her body, making her skin grow more pale and creamy as her whole body was saturated with milk.� The fiery red of her hair stood out in stark relief compared to such alabaster perfection, the ruby redness of her puffy nipples made them look even sweeter and juicier against the vast, milky white expanse of her bosom.� Vicky licked her scarlet lips at the sight.� Thoughtfully caressing the softness of her new endowments, Vicky wondered what to do next.� From the next room, she detected an inviting scent.

����������� What's that? Vicky wondered, sniffing at the air, It smells like someone's baking something, something sweet.� Oh, I can't possibly be hungry again; my belly's still so terribly full but I- Oh, there's just no helping it; it just smells too delicious, I can't help myself.� I suppose I really ought to put on a robe or something first, or at least try to find something that fits me, it just seems a shame to cover up such an exquisite body as this, and after all, it's my house now, I think I'm entitled to walk around in the nude if I like.� Well then, let's see what's cooking now.

����������� Her body swaying with naked lusciousness, Vicky followed her nose out into the great room.� She saw it immediately.� There, on a table next to the enormous chair was a rum cake large enough to feed a substantial dinner party and, curiously enough, Victoria's diary, set out waiting just for Vicky.� As she sauntered over to the chair, Vicky thought about how strange it was, not that she lived in a house where food appeared from nowhere and where objects moved themselves about for her own convenience, but that it all seemed so very natural to her, so absolutely appropriate.� She marveled at how quickly she had come to accept, embrace even, this sort of thing, and to love living in a place that seemed eager to cater to her every whim, the only price being that every gift this place bestowed upon her seemed by design to leave her stuffed to the gills, fattening her up so much that Vicky was sure, in a doubtful corner of her mind, that if she took the time to think about it properly she would be very frightened at just how fast she was gaining .� The cake smelled so good though, and she felt so clean and hungry and relaxed after her bath that worrying about things just felt like too much trouble to bother with just now.

����������� Vicky plopped herself into the chair.� It gave her a start, for now, she discovered, it was actually getting rather tight.� Well, not exactly tight, she decided, just kind of snug about her hips, as if it had been built not only to accommodate a woman of her ample charms, but to hold them in a little.� The velvet cloth of the chair felt so nice against her naked skin, and Vicky gave a little wriggle of delight as she settled herself in properly.� She cut a largish slice of the cake and brought it to her mouth.� As it melted on contact with her tongue, Vicky smiled.

����������� Mmmmmm, rum.� Victoria really does know what I like, doesn't she? Vicky thought as she began to eat eagerly, all concerns about her overfilled tummy vanishing in an instant of culinary bliss, Oh, and it tastes so sinfully rich; she certainly does know how to cook.� I suppose this is just one more thing to fatten me up, but really now, I'd only be lying to myself if I denied how much I enjoy it.� If only I'd known how fabulous it felt to indulge myself before, I'd have probably weighed three hundred pounds by the time I finished college.� Mmmm, but that tastes so good; I don't think Victoria cooked this quite long enough though, there's definitely more than a little rum left in here.� Oh well, getting drunk off a cake, what more could a big girl want on a lazy afternoon?� Anyway, let's see what Victoria wanted me to find in her diary here.

����������� Setting her fork aside for the moment, Vicky picked up the diary.� Curiously, it now held a bookmark, embroidered with a large purple V, at a point some pages further along than Vicky had been reading before.� Vicky opened the book to the marked page and set it out upon her tremendous bosom, and, cutting herself another slice of the rum-impregnated cake, began to read the entry written in gracefully looping letters across the yellowed page.

Dear Diary,

����������� It's simply so marvelous having the entire house to myself, I hardly even know where to begin!� Well, at the beginning, I imagine, would be as good a place as any, so let us start there.� Mother has been complaining of her health more than usual as of late (It is still nothing, I think, which a good long dip in the spring wouldn't cure), and since father has recently handed over management of his business to his junior partners, the two of them have decided to travel out West for a while.� That leaves me, of course, as the eldest unmarried daughter, as mistress of the house.� Oh, but just writing it down here leaves me positively aquiver with excitement.� Then again, I suppose a lot of things make me quiver, like breakfast, and swimming in the spring, and taking a nice hot bath, and trying on new clothes and then outgrowing them and of course, having a visit from my favorite young woman in all the world, Millie.

����������� Yes, the very afternoon that my parents boarded the train and embarked upon their Western sojourn, I received a telegram from Millie informing me that as she had recently delivered her third child, (Three already? My, but her and Wilbur have been busy lately) and was going to have the opportunity to leave the children with their father for a few weeks, and would it be quite alright if she caught the next train down to Georgia to spend some time with me.� Well, I could hardly have hoped for better news, and I set off for the telegraph office straightaway to send Millie my reply.� I invited her to proceed with all possible haste of course, and also suggested, perhaps with undue lasciviousness, that she pack some clothes with a bit of growing room, as for the first time we would have free use of the house and all of its amenities, such that if we desired to spend every waking moment out in the water making ourselves more voluptuous than some lustful heathen priestesses of old, well, there was nothing stopping us from doing just that.�

����������� Eagerly I awaited Millie's response.� I hoped that family life had not made her grow overly sober in her outlook, and that the wanton delights which we had shared had not faded in her estimation compared to the fullfillments of being a good wife and mother.� I need not have worried.� The very next day I received another missive from her stating with obvious anticipation that she could hardly wait to share my company, my spring, and my bed (Oh, but she seemed to have become a very naughty thing indeed).� Unfortunately, she added, it would be impossible for her to bring along any clothes fit for growing into, as her recent time being great with child have left her very great indeed, if you follow my meaning, and that even now she was going to have to hurry the seamstress just so she would have a few things appropriate for traveling in, for even the most capacious items of her present wardrobe scarcely protected her modesty, and oh, by the way, when I came to pick her up at the station a few days hence to be sure that I brought the sturdiest buckboard in the carriage house, but not to bother with the carriage, as Millie found that she no longer fit inside of most of them.

����������� Well, when I read these tidings, I must admit that I nearly fainted right there at the door in front of the telegraph courier.� I must have blushed very red indeed, for he hurried off directly; perhaps he thought I was going to faint and that he might be required to carry me inside, a task to startle even the stoutest of hearts.� My expectations for the coming visit increased considerably; I had known that Millie had a great desire to render her plump and savory figure even more buxom, but without ready access to the spring, I had doubted that she could make much headway, even with a husband so thoroughly devoted to the further development of Millie's ample charms.� To learn now, that she had decided to use pregnancy not only as a means for expanding her family but also her figure- I found myself driven to distraction at the very thought of what condition Millie might meet me in when she got off the train.

����������� For three days I was in a terrible state; patience has never been my forte, and I'm afraid that waiting for Millie's arrival was no exception.� I sent orders to Jennings's Grocery and changed them a dozen times (heaven forbid that we might not have enough to eat) and sent nearly as many requests to Mr. Jacoby's Emporium of Spirits (for as much water as we might be drinking, I was sure that the two of us would require appropriate libations to slake our thirst and also, I hoped, to act as an appropriate social lubricant).� I'm certain that I worked myself up into far more of a tizzy than that situation required, but it had been some time since I had had, well, the pleasure of Millie's company, and I wished to leave nothing to chance, to ensure that our time together was spent in a veritable Shangri-La of earthly pleasures.� At least, the appointed day arrived, and with hands trembling at the reins I rode out to the railway station.� The train arrived; I scanned every window but aw nothing until at least I heard the sweet and lusty hallo of a voice so dear to my heart.� I looked back toward the welcome sound of Millie's voice and when I beheld her, well, I might as well have been struck by a bolt of lightning.

����������� She was absolutely breathtaking.� Never in my life had I seen a woman so obviously devoted herself to filling her body with all the pleasures it could hold.� Millie was enormous.� She was larger than I had imagined it was possible to become even with the spring, larger even than Aunt Amelia, who was so titanic that when she had her portrait done, the painters had to use a canvas that was wider than it was tall.� I've seen her picture in the study a thousand times, but until that moment, I had always suspected that it was at least mildly exaggerated.� Seeing Millie though, gave me a whole new conception of what a determined woman might be capable of.� I called out to her, waving to draw her attention.� She saw me, and beamed back, her plump round cheeks the picture of beauty and good health.� People all across the rail platform turned to stare at her.� I should have liked to chide them for their rudeness, but I knew that I was staring harder than any of them.� As Millie stepped down off of the railway carriage, I could swear that I saw it rocking with relief on its springs.� I could see now that she hadn't been lying when she said that even the largest clothes barely could hold her, the buttons on her prodigious dress strained to bursting, her skirts stretched entrancingly tight around hips so broad that I could only imagine what paradise her husband found in the sumptuous embrace of her below.� I felt my heart pounding as she hurried towards me; the nearer Millie loomed, the more prodigious her figure seemed to me, her vast, swollen bosom (surely still, I imagined, indecently fat with milk, for Millie did have a babe that she was suckling at home, and during these long days of travel, with none to drain her, surely she was so heavy with milk that it pained her by now) rippled with a voluptuous fullness that made it a challenge merely to meet her eye when at last she reached me.� With a squeal of girlish excitement, Millie sought to enfold me in a welcoming embrace, and, though her arms were far too short to encircle the bounty between us, she did succeed in enveloping me in the heavenly softness of her front, and for a moment I seemed to feel her all around me, her soft belly, still huge from her recent pregnancy (or perhaps merely from her tireless gorging) pressing tightly against my own.� Well, right then I knew that I could not wait; I needed her to share my bed that very night.

����������� The journey home brought its own challenges; Millie had to sit behind me, lest the buckboard tip over from her weight.� The horses were tiring before we had gone even a mile, and at every bump and hollow of the road I could hear the wood groaning at its burden, in a way that I only hoped the frame of my own bed shortly would be.� We reached home at last; it was too late in the afternoon to suggest a visit to the spring, but still too early to go to bed, and so, after helping Millie carry in what few bags she had brought (for indeed, outgrowing all one's clothes encourages a woman to travel lightly) and settled ourselves down in the front room to catch up.� I sat in the Big Chair, feeling very proud that after so much effort I am at last to the point where I fill it up properly, and can even, after a particularly big meal and a glass of wine or two, convince myself that I am starting to rather outgrow it.� Millie sat on the sofa across from me.� On one hand, it was somewhat dispiriting to see how effortlessly she spread herself across a couch which I have seen to comfortably seat three plump women of our family.� At the same time though, I felt my pulse racing at her closeness.� The very notion of being so very close to a woman of such transcendent voluptuousness made me feel weak.� We talked of home life (she enjoyed the challenge of keeping up with a house full of children while I still reveled in my new mastery of the house) and of husbands (how devoted he is to her, and she to him, and how I could not imagine meeting a man to satisfy my needs) and how very good it was to be together again (and how, at least we could both spend as much time as we liked out in the spring, every moment adding to the bounty of our flesh.� I offered Millie food, the best my pantry had to offer, for I desired to take good care of her, and simply watching her devour an entire plate of ham biscuits aroused all sorts of urges within me.� I plied her with wine, and stronger things as the evening progressed; she become more easy in her talk, though at length she began to trip over her tongue here and there.� She told me how wonderful it was to be together again, how fabulous to share my company, how deeply she loved her husband, but how sleeping with a woman did not, in her estimation, count as any betrayal to him, especially since he had seemed so very eager to send her off to visit with me for a while, and how he almost certainly knew of our sapphic dalliances .� I knew my moment had come.� Millie was quite tipsy (even sober, she had not been quite accustomed to new weight, I think) but I led her back to my room.� I helped her out of her clothes; it was easier than I had thought it would be, she seemed altogether pleased to be free from her dress.� Soon Millie was sitting there on the bed, disrobed, so full and fat that I almost dared not blink, as if she were simply too beautiful to exist and that were I to look away, she would surely vanish, as a soap bubble does when it pops.� She smiled at me.� With all haste I struggled out of my own dress, my fingers fumbling, so anxious was I to be with her.� At last, I was disrobed as well, my own ample figure seeming very modest against Millie's, whose bosom was so ponderously milk-fed that I wondered that she could carry its weight at all.

����������� Without a word, I came to her.� Our bodies met in the dappled moonlight beneath the open window.� I had missed her so, missed this, and missed this most exquisite intimacy and mutual surrender.� It was obvious that Millie had as well.� She was so eager, so ready to share my company, so quick to know what I most desired and comply with it, I felt as if I must be in a dream.� She was so much bigger now though; it seemed that she was ten times the woman I remembered, and the pleasures we shared were surely tenfold greater than the last time we had lain together.

����������� I fear I have already said too much; I do not wish to compromise her virtue to any who should ever read this book.� As I write these words, Millie lies sleeping in the bed.� She has had a busy day after all, and a long ride to get here.� I know I should sleep, and I am so delightfully exhausted, but I can scarcely wait until the morning when the two of us can go down to the spring again, for I have an idea which, if I am right, will render the both of us so scandalously buxom that I shall have to have a few doors widened, and Millie will have to return to her husband by freight-car.

����������� The rest of the page was blank, and Vicky stared down at it thoughtfully.� If any of her doubts about getting even bigger still lingered, she found that they had now been dispelled completely.

����������� How silly I was to worry, Vicky realized, How could I possibly even think about denying myself such wondrous pleasure as that?

����������� Vicky pondered her situation, stuffing another slice of rum cake into her mouth.� There was definitely a lot of rum in it, she thought as she felt herself growing pleasantly light-headed, and half the cake still remained to be eaten.� Vicky bit her lip thoughtfully, looking out the kitchen door that lead to the pool.

����������� Decisions, decisions, Vicky mused, On one hand, I can hardly wait to get out there and fatten myself up until I'm as big as Millie, perhaps even bigger, if I can handle it.� Still, I wonder what it is that Victoria was planning on doing to her the next day.� Maybe it was something that would work for me.� And besides, I've still got all this cake to finish, so even if I'm just sitting here reading and eating, I'm sure to pack on at least a few more pounds.� Also, reading about Victoria and Millie, together like that, oh it's getting me all turned on; I hope Victoria brings a bit of that along next time we meet up.

����������� And so Vicky turned the page.

Dear Diary,

����������� Oh, but today has been a success, an enormous one if I may say so myself.� Even putting these words to paper give me a thrill, for my bosom is now fattened to such a degree that simply writing has become a challenge, though a very stimulating one.� If this keeps up, I imagine that by the end of the week I shall need to hire someone on to take dictation, so huge shall I have become.� As for Millie, she has passed that point already, and not in any small way.� Even now I can see her; already she practically overflows the bed and-� Well, I am getting ahead of myself; I ought to begin at the beginning.�

����������� We both arose somewhat late in the morning, Millie and I, for while we had each slept very well indeed, as it had been a late night, and an exhausting one, to say the least.� We breakfasted on the porch together, and though we spoke of many things, neither of us mentioned the night's events.� It felt as if it was meant to be our secret, kept even from each other during the daylight hours, a connection too personal, too intimate to speak of. �In truth, I half worried that Millie had regrets, but my fears were without foundation, for no sooner had Millie finished her breakfast, than she asked with a solicitous tone whether I might be up for a dip in the refreshing waters of the spring.� As soon as I had agreed, she smiled and with practiced deftness, slipped out of her robe, offering me only a glance over her plump shoulder as she went for the steps down to the spring.� I followed, of course, shedding my own clothes along the way.� Soon we found ourselves once more immersed in the healthful waters.� After a reasonable interval of splashing about, Millie inquired of me as to whether it was time to begin the day's work in earnest, leaning herself forward as if ready to drink from the pool's waters immediately.� I asked that she wait, and motioning to the copper pipe from whence the spring's waters flowed, I told her of my idea...

����������� As Vicky swallowed the last big chunk of cake, she felt her thoughts growing somewhat hazy, and her eyelids growing heavier.� She wanted to read on, but fate seemed to conspire against her.� The house was that perfect temperature, where falling asleep naked feels absolutely wonderful, and as the sun remained high in the sky, Vicky felt she could afford to take a nap, just a short one.� Her belly was comfortably full; just full enough to feel pleasantly indulgent and no inclined to move around very much for the immediate future, while not quite so stuffed to give her worry.� Vicky felt all deliciously warm and wobbly inside; even the well-handled leather of the diary and its weight upon her gently rising and subsiding bosom seemed to insist on lulling her to sleep.� The words on the page swan and melted before her eyes, and before she knew it, Vicky had drifted off to sleep.

����������� Vicky awoke to a sound she could not remember hearing.� It must have been at least a couple hours later though, she decided, for the day which had still been decidedly grayish when she dozed off, now blazed brightly through the windows.� Setting the book aside and brushing a few stray crumbs of cake from her fruitful bosom, Vicky rose from her seat and turned to discover that the back door to the house had been left open.

����������� Oh! I thought I closed that when I came inside, Vicky thought with a start, worried for a brief moment that someone might have found their way into the house while she slept, No, that's silly; there's no one else around for miles.� Lucky me of course; I can just imagine some Girl Scout selling cookies wandering in and finding me passed out naked and huge and cake-drunk in the front room.� Well, I wonder what it was that woke me up though-

����������� Vicky did not have the opportunity to finish this particular thought, however, for she now heard the unmistakable sounds of laughter coming through the door.� It was a woman, that much was certain, and Vicky was very nearly positive that she knew exactly who it was.

����������� Oh, but I must be dreaming again! Vicky concluded, And here I thought she could only come to me at night.� Well, I did do my part to speed things along by conking out full in the middle of the day; I wonder what it is she's got in store for me now.

����������� Still unaccustomed to her weight, Vicky swayed broadly as she made her way outside.� She heard another peal of laughter, followed by a squeal of surprise, and a very pronounced splash.� Hurrying onward, her ample form bouncing with every step, Vicky hurried to the top of the steps, and stopped, staring down at the pool.�

����������� In the water were two women, one of whom was obviously Victoria despite the fact that she was much more generously-favored than the last time Vicky had seen her.� She was naked as the day she was born, and from the unrestrained nature of her good cheer, she had obviously indulged in a few glasses of something rather potent herself.� It was not she who caught Vicky's eye though; it was the other woman in the pool.� She was blonde, for one thing, and for another, she had taken the copper tube that filled the pool and inserted it in her mouth.� As Vicky watched, astounded, she watched as the other woman, who could only be Millie, she now realized, expanded before her very eyes.� If Victoria's diary had been right at all, Millie must surely have been a very large girl indeed before she even started, now though, she was fattened to consummate excess.� Her breasts were enormous, so swollen that they seemed to fill up half the pool, and her ass was so tremendously overstuffed that even from a distance, Vicky could see it trembling from her own overabundance as Millie forced herself to gain even more.� Most captivating of all though, was Millie's belly.� Even from behind, it was spectacular, bulging out wider than Millie's lush behind by more than a foot on either side.� It pressed her vast breasts against the stone wall of the pool, while its obvious buoyancy made Millie's expanding figure bob in the water like a cork.� Slowly advancing down the steps, Vicky stared, hypnotized by the scene before her.� Millie's belly, Vicky saw, was so round, so absolutely titanic that Vicky wondered how the poor girl expected to walk after this, or whether she had simply made her peace with being waited on hand and foot, fed and loved and delighted all where she lay (which, as Vicky thought about it, seemed like a lifestyle she might herself be able to grow used to).� Her plush, overplumpened thighs squeezed against the softness of her belly; her knees making only the slightest impression against the vast sphere as it swelled out in front of her body.� Vicky could see she was still growing too, just in the span of a few seconds, she could tell Millie's breasts were becoming even more bloated, her butt fattening and fattening while her belly ballooned precipitously.� Vicky watched Victoria as she attended to Millie.� She was stroking her hair; she seemed to be whispering something in her ear which Vicky would have liked to very much to have overheard.� Victoria caressed Millie's overfattened breast, and whispering a few more words of encouragement to the enormous young woman she so obviously held in her thrall, patted Millie's blossoming belly approvingly.� Whatever encouragement she was offering though, it evidently was not enough to convince Millie to keep drinking.� With a squeal of delight, she let the copper tube slip from her lips.� The water sprayed against her face as Millie, now by far the most indescribably voluptuous woman whom Vicky had ever laid eyes on, tried to bring herself right side up.� As Victoria looked on with evident satisfaction, Millie giggled with delight, struggling to even move her incomparably curvesome form.� Vicky had reached the bottom of the steps now, but both women seemed so completely wrapped up in their own business that for the moment, neither one seemed to notice her.

����������� "Well Millie, it's a good start, but I was hoping you'd try to really stretch yourself a bit today," Victoria said as she gave Millie's bosom an appraising poke, "You said last night you were just dying to come have some fun in the spring."

����������� "You call this a good start?" Millie replied with mock offense, plopping a hand against one distended breast, "I begin to think you won't be satisfied until you've kept filling me up until I'm so fat that I burst, you kinky girl."

����������� "You call me kinky?� You're the one who's come away from her husband for two weeks for the express purpose of making herself too fat to walk and to dabble in tribadism," Victoria shot back with a laugh.

����������� "Well now, it's hardly cheating now is it?" Millie responded, still awestruck at how enormous she had made herself, "I mean, he did insist that I come down here, so it isn't as if I'm doing anything behind his back.� I'm only saying that I wouldn't have minded taking our time with this; I feel like I'm already twice as big as I was this morning.� Just look at my mams; they're blown up as big as a couple of hot air balloons!"

����������� "Just because we've got two weeks of this doesn't mean we need to be lazy about it though," Victoria protested, "What's the fun for me if it takes all that time to get you all turned on and fattened up just in time to send you back to Ohio?� Maybe I want to have my nice, fat Millie to play with for as long as she's here.� Come now, don't pretend as if I can't do a few things your husband can't."

����������� "Oh, but you do have a point there," Millie sighed with a blush as she remembered the previous night's diversions, "It's just an awful lot to gain at once, especially for me.� Why, for the last year I've just been eating like a queen and making the most of my irrepressibly fertile nature, which certainly rounds a girl out, but it can't compare to drinking right from the fountainhead here; I just feel like I'm out of practice for such sudden and unrestrained overindulgence."

����������� "Oh, you say that now," Victoria said, pretending to pout, "But you remember our little wager don't you?� My offer to you if you could really make the most of today's opportunities?� Don't tell me you've lost interest.� I'd enjoy nothing so much as having you prove me wrong on this one, so please, just suck a while longer; you're already scandalously plump as it is, what do you have to lose by tipping the scale at a few more pounds?"

����������� "Well, being able to walk, for one thing, and not having tits so monstrously swollen that they affect the tides," Millie retorted, once more gesturing to one of her bloated breasts as if to prove her point, "Still though, it does feel soooo good to be growing again, so I suppose I might be able to swallow down just a little more.� Don't push me too hard though, I know I'll start drinking with the intent of just gaining enough to make you eat your words, and you'll probably force me to keep at it until I'm too fat to even pull myself away- Oh, hi there!� Surely you must be Vicky!"

����������� Vicky gave a little jump of surprise.� Victoria and Millie had seemed so engrossed in their friendly quarrel that she had rather assumed that the pair of them couldn't see her.� Obviously, she had been mistaken, for there was Millie now, waving a very plump and shapely arm in her direction, while Victoria paddled over to the edge of the pool, clearly delighted to have gained more company.

����������� "Well hello, Vicky," Victoria purred as she drew near, her buoyant melons bulging alluringly as she squashed them against the stone wall, "I knew you wouldn't be able to keep away for long.� So, did you come just to help me roll Millie back up to my bedroom once I've finished fattening her up, or were you interested in having a turn at the tap yourself, hmmm?"

����������� "Oh, don't mind her Vicky," Millie called out cheerfully, reclining back against the far edge of the pool in what Vicky could only interpret as an effort (and a very successful one at that) to show off her enormously opulent belly to the best possible effect, "You know as well as I do that Victoria isn't happy unless she's busy fattening some sweet young thing up to within an inch of her life; I'm just glad you're here so she'll have someone else to lavish her attentions upon.� I'm Millie, by the way; I'm sure Victoria's told you about me, she's certainly told me about you.� My, but you do look an awful lot like her; I never would have thought it possible.� Well, Victoria's still a good bit bigger, I suppose, but if you come on into the water here, I'm sure we can take care of that problem easily enough."

����������� "Millie, you're enormous!" was all Vicky could say.� She had meant to say 'Hi there Millie; it's nice to meet you!� I've heard such lovely things.' but she was just so astounded by Millie's titanically swollen belly that her social graces seemed to have abandoned her for the moment.

����������� "Well, aren't you a candid little thing?" Millie smiled as she noticed the way that Vicky's gaze remained fixed upon her captivatingly vast belly, "It's a pleasure to meet you too, by the way; would you like to come in to examine things a bit more intimately?"

����������� "Yes Vicky, do come in; the water is absolutely heavenly today," Victoria added, "Millie and I were just playing a little game when you arrived; you're more than welcome to join us."

����������� "Oh, well, as long as I'm not interrupting anything," Vicky sort of half stammered as she knelt down and slid into the pool, the water level rising by a few inches as it accepted her fulsome figure, "I just, my goodness, I had no idea the water here could make a girl so, so,"

����������� "Beautiful?� Voluptuous?� Colossal?" Millie suggested as Vicky cautiously swam across the pool towards her, "Oh don't be shy now, it's going to take me a while to get used to being this huge too, but then, Victoria did promise me that if I fattened myself up to the point where my breasts stretched out the canopy over her bed, she would do things to me that would make you blush like a nun in a bordello."

����������� "Millie!� I didn't want you to tell her about that part," Victoria interrupted, blushing more than a little herself, "I thought you agreed to let me fatten you up like this so I'd have that much more time to enjoy the, um, charms of a woman of such transcendent buxomness as yourself."

����������� "Oh, you did, and I'm looking forward to that too," Millie allowed with a giggle, "But I'm not going to pretend I'm not looking forward to having you fill me up until I can barely walk and then lying there while you do all those wickedly unmentionable things to me."

����������� Vicky was just inches away from Millie now.� My, but she IS colossal! Vicky thought to herself.� Until she had come this close, Millie somehow hadn't seemed real before, it hadn't seemed possible for a woman to be so big, so staggeringly immense.� And yet here she was, smiling indulgently at Vicky as she gaped at Millie, in all her lusciously overfattened glory.

����������� "Don't be afraid," Millie said with a beguiling smile, "You can touch me if you want to.� I like to be touched."

����������� "Oh," Vicky said, taken aback for a moment, until she realized that her hand was indeed outstretched towards Millie's irresistibly resplendent tummy, "Thanks, if you don't mind that is."

����������� Vicky reached out and pressed her fingers against Millie's skin.� Vicky was surprised at how soft she was; she had been thinking that after being fattened up to twice her previous size in one sitting, she'd be firmer than this.� Millie was quite the opposite though, Vicky discovered, as her hand sank into the yielding flesh of Millie's sumptuous belly.� It was still enticingly round, Vicky noticed, and her skin felt cool and wet from the spring's water.� Vicky pressed harder; her fingers sank deep into the vast, supple expanse of Millie's middle.� Millie giggled with delight.

����������� "Well, I certainly didn't have to ask you twice, now did I?" Millie asked as Vicky eagerly prodded her lush and overfed belly, "Oh now, don't be shy, I didn't mean it like that.� I could do this all day, and it's ever so nice that you seem so curious about me, or at least some parts of me.� Would you like to examine anything else?"

����������� "What do you mean?" Vicky asked nervously, trying her best to pretend that as soon as Millie asked her she hadn't immediately begun staring at Millie's massive breasts.

����������� "Oh, you needn't be coy with me, Vicky; we both know you can hardly keep your hands away from my bosom," Millie laughed, obviously amused at Vicky's sudden embarrassment, "We're all three of us absolutely naked in the water here anyway; it's rather late to be caught back by your inhibitions now.� Besides, you really do look awfully like Victoria, and she and I have been so very intimate together that I already feel perfectly familiar with you."

����������� Swallowing hard, Vicky reached out to touch Millie's breasts.� Both women were entirely too well-developed in the front for her to simply use her hands, but in order to reach past her own more than ample bust, Vicky had to press her body up against Millie's.� She felt an electric thrill course through her body as they made contact.� Millie was so soft, so inconceivably huge.� As Vicky struggled vainly to cup Millie's prodigious breasts in her palms, she realized two things with absolute certainly: one, that being squeezed up tight against a woman as stupendously voluptuous as this was turning her on in all sorts of ways, and two, that she wanted more than anything to be even bigger.� Not just a little bigger, Vicky was sure, but as big as she could possibly become.� Meanwhile though, she contented herself with fondling Millie's massive mammaries.� They were absolutely ginormous.� Each, bobbing languidly in the water, was at least five feet across, trembling with fullness.� They were soft as well, like her belly; Vicky imagined that they would be so bloated they were ready to burst, but instead Millie's swollen pale orbs were so invitingly pillowy that Vicky imagined that she could pass a very enjoyable night reclining upon them, after she had enjoyed them in a few other choice ways.

����������� "They are awfully big, aren't they?" Millie noted as Vicky felt her up, "It's only to be expected though, I suppose; it isn't just that they're so fat I hardly know what to do with them, but they're always brimming with milk."

����������� "Oh? Are they really?" Vicky asked, even more intrigued.

����������� "Oh yes, it started when I was still pregnant with our first," Millie elaborated, "They just never stopped giving milk; and every time I get find myself in a family way again, they just seem to expand production even more!� Why this time, it got so bad that the last couple of months before I delivered, we had to hire a girl from the local dairy to come twice a day to milk me as if I were a cow.� Really, I had to get down on all fours because she said that was the only way she was used to doing it!� It was ever so inconvenient; it makes my back sore just thinking about it now.� So, at any rate, if either of you get thirsty while we're out here, well, I'm carrying more for you to drink your fill

����������� "Well, Vicky, you and Millie certainly seem to be taking right to each other," Victoria observed, "I mean, I hoped you'd get along, but you two seem to have gotten very friendly indeed."

����������� "Oh, well, I've just read so much about her in your diary," Vicky said, still happily pressed up against Millie's mountainous endowments, "And to tell the truth, I am just a little jealous.� I don't suppose you two would mind helping me to gain a few more pounds while we're all out here?� There's something about your figure Millie, which simply makes me green with envy."

����������� "I think we might be able to accommodate you," Victoria smiled, sizing Vicky up as if she were taking a mental before-and-after of her physique, "What do you think, Millie?"

����������� "I think it's a marvelous idea," Millie enthused, "Oh Vicky, you're going to absolutely love being this size.� True, you'll never ride a bicycle again, but oh, even the most mundane of acts brings pleasures you would never have imagined, and of course, there are other things to ride as well."

����������� "Okay then, what do I need to do?" Vicky asked.

����������� "Well, Vicky dear, it's really quite simple," Victoria explained, "You just wrap those lips of yours around the pipe there, hold on tight, and don't forget to keep swallowing."

����������� "Well, that sounds easy enough," Vicky said, and paddling over to the copper pipe, she readied herself to drink.� It projected out of the wall just a couple inches above the water's surface, and though a steady stream poured forth from it, Vicky didn't see what was so hard about managing to swallow such a modest stream.� With Victoria and Millie looking on expectantly, Vicky lowered her head, parted her lips, and took the pipe in her mouth.

����������� This isn't so bad, Vicky thought as she felt the cool water flowing past her lips, It's actually kind of relaxing; I could do this all afternoon.

����������� Vicky felt the water pouring into her, but swallowing came easily to her now.� She quickly perfected her rhythm, and as she drank thirstily from the spring's source, the water began to fill her.� It started in her belly, the same cool, soothing feeling of fullness that she had felt the day before when she drank from the pool.� Vicky's belly started to expand; earlier in the day when she had stuffed herself to such excess, it had felt too full, almost painfully so; now though, it just felt wonderful.� Vicky felt her waistline expanding, her belly fattening and filling, growing rounder and more luxuriant as she drank.� She felt Victoria and Millie pressing close to her on either side.� Millie's vast, slippery bosom slid excitingly against her skin, and Victoria's tender hands caressed her swelling belly in a way that Vicky found deliciously relaxing and maddeningly exciting at the same time.

����������� "Mmmmmm," Vicky murmured to herself, sparing a hand to squeeze one of Millie's indulgently forswollen breasts, I don't know why I ever resisted this; it just feels so, so right, just letting myself go, letting the spring make me as big as it wants to.

����������� "Oh, just look at that," Millie sighed with approval, "I can feel her growing against me already."

����������� "See?� Didn't I tell you she was practically born for this?" Victoria said, "As long as she doesn't panic, she'll be as big as you before long, Millie."

����������� "Really, do you think so?" Millie asked, Vicky's inflating belly pressing more insistently against her own, "I think she's got a ways to go yet before she's nearly as fat and fulsome as I."

����������� "Well, perhaps so, at least about the middle," Victoria allowed, glancing from Vicky's burgeoning tummy to Millie and back again, "But then again you've had a few years and three children to improve your figure; she's done all this in a week.� Oh, look, it's spreading into her bust now!"

����������� And indeed it was.� Vicky, still drinking as deeply as she could from the spring's source, felt its nourishing energy starting to work on her breasts.� They were already so huge that it took a few seconds for the effect to spread all the way through her sumptuous bosom, the tingling sensation of growth starting deep within them and pushing outwards.� Vicky felt the skin of her breasts growing uncomfortably taut for a few moments as their growth spread unevenly throughout them.� Vicky gave a little moan of relief as the magic finally penetrated all the way through her.� Finally able to expand properly, she felt her massive breasts give a wet, heavy shudder as they suddenly increased in size.

����������� It just feels so strange, so nice the way they feel under water as they grow, Vicky mused, considering her current position, My boobs must be getting awfully heavy right now; I wonder how I'll ever get back up the stairs if I have to carry them by myself.� Still, I love the way the water tickles against them; I can feel myself growing more buoyant by the second.

����������� "My but she's really starting to fill out, isn't she?" Victoria said with approval as she watched Vicky's bust inflating under the clear blue water.

����������� "And she's taking it so well, so easily," Millie added, "She looks like she could keep this up for hours."

����������� "You're right," Victoria agreed with a mischievous smile, "Let's see if she can handle a bit more then, hmmm?"

����������� More? Vicky thought with sudden alarm, I'm not sure I can go any faster than-

����������� She was interrupted though, by a sudden surge of water, as if the spring had heard Victoria's suggestion.� The volume of water pouring down Vicky's throat suddenly increased threefold.� She was sure that it was too much for her to possibly swallow, but as the desperate seconds passed, Vicky found that she was managing, just barely, to accept it.� It gushed into her, gallon after gallon, and every drop, as soon as she had swallowed it, was transformed by her body into fat.� It was incredible to feel it happening, her belly was billowing larger and larger, and Vicky knew all of it, every inch was hers, soft, and feminine and absolutely permanent.� Kicking her legs weakly, Vicky felt their movement more and more impaired by the ever-growing enormousness of her massive belly.� It swelled out at her sides, lusciously round and squeezing with soft insistence against the two matronly figures pressing close to her.� Even the slightest currents in the water caressed her excitingly, arousing her deep inside of herself, making Vicky wish she could reach herself, or that she could tell one of the other women how desperately she needed some attention.

����������� Vicky's breasts were fattening now at a positively alarming rate.� They began to float up out of the water against her body, two huge pale balloons that rubbed and pressed against her plump arms, her elbows sinking deep into her vast, fleshy orbs as Vicky tried to hold onto the pipe, trying to drink as much of this as she could possibly force herself to hold.� She felt a tickling sensation around her nipples as her areolae stretched and expanded from the growing pressure.� Wider and wider, Vicky couldn't see them, but she could feel them; her once-modest rosy red circles felt like they were being stretched out to the size of dinner plates, no, even larger than that now, and each new inch of area that they acquired seethed with electric pleasure.� Vicky felt her nipples fattening too, as if her breasts were now so desperately overfilled that they were simply trying to stuff all that incoming fat anywhere they could.� Her nipples grew tighter and tighter as they became increasingly engorged.� Their taut pebbled flesh was almost painful from the incredible pressure building inside of them, and just when Vicky thought she couldn't possibly take any more, she felt a pair of soft pops as a shudder ran through her bosom; her nipples had suddenly tripled in size, each one now a aching peak large enough that even the most determined of women might find it difficult to take it in her mouth, and so very sensitive that Vicky hoped dearly that Millie or Victoria would try to.

����������� "My, but she's lasted longer than I thought she would," Victoria observed approvingly as she stroked Vicky's still-blossoming bust, "You stopped sucking well before this."

����������� "Me? I started out twice the size that she was," Millie protested, "Besides, I felt like all of it was going straight to my belly, and I'm already so huge there I felt like I was just getting too big."

����������� "No need to take offense, I meant none," Victoria added, "I just meant to point out how impressively well she's doing.� Perhaps girls in her day have more familiarity with this sort of thing."

����������� "You have a point, Victoria," Millie allowed, "But since she's doing so well with this, I can't help but wonder if she could handle twice as much."

����������� "Millie, no!" Victoria tried to interrupt, but it was already too late.

����������� Instantly, the volume of water coming through the pipe doubled.� Victoria and Millie could only look on in wonder as it surged into Vicky, her entire body trembling as she was pumped full of more fat than she had ever imagined she could hold.� Her breasts began to inflate like a pair of pale pink zeppelins; fat pumping into them in such a torrent that Vicky was amazed at how they were able to keep on taking it.� Spectacularly swollen, they quivered as they grew even more tantalizingly engorged.� As Vicky fought to contain the flood gushing into her body, she could feel them growing in a way that she had never felt before.� It was more than a little frightening, she thought, to feel herself being filled and fattened with such fierce intensity, when before she had always had the luxury of soaking it up like a sponge, or had been able to stuff herself at a leisurely pace.� Even when her breasts had become so taut and heavy with milk that they had felt as if they were ready to explode, Vicky had known that it wasn't necessarily permanent, that as soon as she could get herself milked, the pressure would diminish, and her massively overloaded bosom would be reduced to slightly more modest dimensions.� This was different.� Even while Vicky had been musing about this most recent development, she realized that she had grown at least ten inches wider in the bust.� She had already been so enormous, it amazed her to think that she had guzzled down that many gallons, gained that many pounds in a brief couple of minutes.�

����������� And that was the thing that felt most incredible: As her breasts ballooned to ever more epic proportions, Vicky felt a flush of panic, a thrill of excitement in knowing that this was as small as she would ever be after this.� Even if she stopped now, this would be her new body, hips blooming so wide and womanly that they cracked the plaster as she squeezed herself down the hallway, an ass so sensually overstuffed that simply sitting down, simply forcing it to support her weight would arouse her to the point of climax.� Vicky thought about what life would be like with a belly so sumptuously fat that even waddling along at the most languorous pace imaginable would set it swaying and jiggling, so ponderously heavy, but luxuriously supple.� Already it was so gloriously round that Vicky knew its lower curve expanded past her knees.� She found she couldn't even imagine walking with such a burden, but she discovered that she was extremely eager to try.� And her breasts, if she were to stop right now, to somehow drag herself out of the water and dry off her magnificent body before she gained so much as a single ounce more, how would she manage with them?� They were far broader than Vicky's outstretched arms; indeed, as she tightly gripped the stone edge of the pool to hold herself in place, Vicky couldn't help but be struck by how very small her arms looked against the expanding vastness of her bosom, the soft, welcoming flesh of her breasts threatening to envelop her arms entirely.� How could she go through life like this? Vicky wondered.� Was she already too heavy to walk?� She suspected so, and looked forward with some trepidation to the moment when she left the water and discovered the true weight of her ponderously overfattened melons.� And yet, all the while, Vicky couldn't help but think back to what Victoria had said the other day when Vicky had first asked her if she didn't have trouble with managing with such an indulgently well-filled figure, and how Victoria had smiled and told Vicky that when a woman allowed herself to become voluptuous beyond all measure of good sense of decency, that every act, from getting dressed, to making breakfast, to making love, was filled with pleasures undreamed of by more modestly-endowed girls, and that having a body that every moment reminded her of just how utterly luscious and indescribably buxom she had become was the best possible way to go through life.

����������� Vicky felt herself growing and expanding elsewhere as well, as if even the spring had decided that her breasts could no longer endure such treatment without interruption.� Already Vicky felt them aching, as if her breasts were trying to remind her of her limits, that she could not go on forever like this, or indeed, for much longer at all.� Though Vicky was now determined to push herself to the very edge of her capacity, it was with a mixture of relief and excitement that she felt the power of the spring directing itself to her luscious derriere.� Unlike the rest of her attributes, it projected proudly into the air behind her; while the rest of her body was either submerged or glistening with water, Vicky's behind seemed to soak up every drop of water that touched it.� Even before she had begun to drink, her hips had been magnificently wide, her ass so invitingly round and fat that it jiggled with Vicky's every move.� Now though, that the full power of the spring was turned upon it, Vicky felt herself beginning to expand to even greater dimensions.� Gallons of fat were pumped into her trembling posterior; it seemed to balk, as if caught unprepared for the suddenness of it all.� Vicky heard her broad hips groaning as fat surged into them; she felt her body growing wider, thicker as she was made to gain more and more weight.� It seemed to Vicky as if the spring had suddenly found its inspiration in Millie's figure, Millie who had spent far more time in the pool than Vicky had, Millie who had during her three successive pregnancies gorged herself with everything she could hold, Millie, who was so immense across the middle now that Vicky was amazed there was a door in the house that would permit her to pass.� And yet, it seemed all too obvious to Vicky that the spring had decided to take Millie for its model, and had now commenced inflating Vicky to the same delectably pregnant proportions.� Her hips blossomed outwards, broader and broader; already Vicky had an obscenely exaggerated hourglass figure, but it seemed that even that was not enough to satisfy the spring.� Vicky felt herself being crammed with yet more; her shape was now one that would make a fertility idol blush with shame and yet, as she felt even more fat surging into her hips, Vicky knew that the spring was far from finished with her.� Its magic poured into her like a river, mercilessly pumping into her.� Vicky felt her hips bulging and swelling ever wider, her skin stretching as it meekly tried to resist the unasked for bounty that was flooding into her.� They creaked with overfullness, her luxuriously well-fleshed thighs swelling and fattening as if in sympathy.� Kicking her plumpening legs helplessly, Vicky found it increasingly difficult to bend at her hips, so full of flesh had her legs become, so sleek and smooth.� Nothing about them was made for walking anymore; but rather they were shaped for pleasure, and a lot of it.� Just as Vicky despaired of this ever ending, certain that her hips, her thighs were just going to keep on blowing up, fatter and fatter still, until she couldn't even move, until she had grown so immensely broad in the beam that she became stuck in the pool, forced to keep on drinking until at last the spring ran dry or she could take no more, Vicky felt something new.

����������� There was a tingling sensation in Vicky's behind.� It began very gently, at least compared to the forcible over-stuffing of her hips, which even now throbbed as if they had long since been fattened any threshold of safety.� Soon though, the tingling grew stronger, and the forces filling her overladen hips to ever-greater excess began to abate.� It felt as if the spring was exploring her from the inside, tentatively searching out some new region of Vicky's anatomy that had not yet been perfectly saturated and as the expansion of her hips subsided, Vicky knew what to expect.� What she had not anticipated though, was just how much of it to expect.� In an instant, the spring directed the sum of its energies to her huge, jigglesome ass.� It was all that remained; Vicky felt as if every other part of her had been fattened until her lusciously full figure could hold no more.� Her breasts were so distended that her nipples felt as if they were ready to pop; her belly was so absolutely huge that Vicky was far from certain that she'd even be able to sit up with it filling the space in front of her to completely, and her hips, her legs, were so utterly brimming over that Vicky afraid to even wiggle them any more.� The spring though, had found what it needed, one last area to load with its abundance, and in the next moment, it focused itself upon her with a ferocity that caught Vicky quite unprepared.

����������� A roaring flood poured into Vicky's body; she had the merest moment to prepare for it, and then she felt her ass expanding.� Though already it was huge beyond almost any measure of such things, compared to the rest of her, it was clearly the part of her that had the most room left to grow, and the spring wasted no time in making the most of this opportunity.� In the space of a few seconds, Vicky's bottom was forcibly engorged with what felt like at least a hundred pounds of quivering fat.� It filled out so quickly the Vicky found herself amazed that her skin could stretch so much, so very easily, and the spring seemed determined to push Vicky's body to its very limits.� Pumping fuller and fuller, Vicky swelled up magnificently; the lushness behind her rising higher and higher above the water's surface, a pair of huge, pale pink bubbles quaking as the pressure within her bloating derriere grew and grew and grew.� There was another sudden pulse of growth; the spring forced Vicky to accept another hundred pounds, her ass swelling wider and rounder in response.� Vicky wondered how long this could continue; already her ravishingly voluptuous rear had been loaded with more weight than her hips had, and in only a fraction of the time.� It was as if the spring had been frustrated by her hips resistance to being filled to such a degree, and now, with its magic turned loose upon a portion of her figure that was entirely too ready to be fattened up, had devoted its energies to the task with an urgency that made Vicky wonder just what she was going to do when she finally did reach her limit.� Her ass ballooning ever larger, Vicky felt as if she might as well have decided to drink from a fire hose.� The supple, yielding flesh of her behind, which had made it such a pleasure to sit upon, seemed to make it all too willing to accept everything that the spring was lading upon her.� Vicky moaned quietly to herself as it at last became so fat that it became impossible for her to straighten her legs, the terrific lusciousness of her ass forcing her heavy thighs up against her overstuffed belly, the gentle way they pushed upon it sending waves of pleasure lapping against the tender walls of her femininity.� The unexpected outpouring of bliss within her reassured Vicky, if she had any room for doubts (though at this point, she was so full that she could hardly have room for many) that she was going to keep on sucking until she literally couldn't swallow another drop.

����������� As she writhed in ponderous ecstasy, Vicky was vaguely aware of Victoria and Millie still pressing close to her.� She could, just barely, hear their whispered amazement as she allowed herself to grow more exquisitely lush with each passing moment.� Her entire body was now trembling; Vicky's breasts wobbled fat and heavy under the water, her vast belly swaying lushly as she bucked her hips.� Above the water's surface, her immense ass jiggled as the spring, indifferent to the throes of Vicky's passion, fattened her and then fattened her some more.� In the few corners of her mind that were not wholly consumed by lust, Vicky wondered how she would be able to get along with an ass so resplendently overstuffed as hers was, so say nothing of how incomparably brimming with fatness it surely would be before long.� Would she even be able to sit upon it anymore?� Or would she find it too delicate to bear the combined burdens of her weight and being so absolutely brimming with fat that it could barely contain its own lush immensity? Vicky felt her bottom fattening more slowly now, as if it too had finally been stuffed with all that the spring dared to make it hold, and could no longer endure being the singular focus of the spring's enlarging bounty.� But Vicky was still drinking, her lips wrapped tightly around the pipe, and the amount of water flowing into her did not slacken in the least.

����������� She started to plump up all over, the spring now spreading its power around to avoid fattening up any particular portion of her anatomy too much, too quickly.� For the first time, Vicky felt her tight, swollen nipples make contact with the bottom of the pool.� They nudged softly against the cool, slippery stone, giving Vicky a thrill as she realized that the water here was a good five feet deep, and likely a good bit more with three such well-favored women displacing so much of it.

����������� "Vicky, you're absolutely amazing!" Victoria called out to her as she noticed Vicky blowing up more to an even more curvaceous condition, "I believe I've told you this before, but you do keep exceeding my expectations in all sorts of ways."

����������� "She's right; you really are quite a marvel," Millie chimed in, "Even I couldn't take nearly as much at once go as you have; it's really quite inspiring."

����������� "You know though, my dear," Victoria offered, "If you do want to stop and rest for a spell, you certainly can.� You are getting exceedingly plump, and I for one would love to help you find your way around your newly fulsome figure."

����������� Vicky thought it over, weighing her choices as she felt her expanding breasts beginning to press more insistently against the bottom of the pool.� On one hand, this felt absolutely incredible; she had had no idea she could gain so much weight and make herself so surpassingly voluptuous so quickly.� She was almost afraid to stop, that it might break the spell and� she would find herself unable to avail herself of this most efficient method of adding to the abundance of her charms when she decided to come back later (for even now, Vicky knew full well that was most definitely a 'when' and not an 'if').� At the same time, Vicky knew, it was entirely possible that she was not thinking particularly clearly right now.� She was growing rather dizzy, and such rampant overindulgence had left her feeling somewhat spent, though gloriously so.� She was just about to take the pipe from her lips and leave off for the afternoon, when Millie spoke up again.

����������� "Yes, Vicky, you should definitely stop and have a bit of a rest," Millie said, "After all, you're already bigger than I am, and since you've passed me, you may as well stop.� I mean, when it was my turn to have a drink, I held on until I couldn't swallow another drop, and even then Victoria just about had to pull me away from the spout there.� Even now, I'm so utterly full and fat that I can hardly bear to move.� It's quite a sensation, and it�s almost a bit uncomfortable being so consummately overladen, but every inch of my body just shimmers with pleasure.� It's quite an experience, one in fact that I had thought the two of us might share, still though, if you think you've had your fill, by all means go on and call it a day."

����������� You catty bitch! Vicky thought as Millie finished, So you think I'm not in the same league as you just because you couldn't take any more?� Well, I'll show you just how far I can go!

����������� Determined not to be outdone, Vicky kept on sucking.� She could feel herself reaching a new level of repletion as she felt her belly spreading wider and wider as she gained.� Though it was held under the water by her body, Vicky could feel its buoyancy increasing as it filled and fattened.� This was different from before; different from the other day when she had gorged herself silly in the orchard, different from this morning when she had gotten lost and her body had soaked up the dew like a sponge until she could barely stagger back to the house.� Vicky's breasts, now firmly squeezed against the bottom of the pool, beginning to press against her neck and her chin as they swelled above the water.� Vicky knew that she had already overdone things; she had cast aside all consideration of her limits, and as she swallowed, her lavishly overstuffed ass quivering as it ballooned with even more fat, Vicky decided: This was amazing.

����������� "Oh, there you go!" Millie cheered, encouraging and supportive once again, "Now you're really pushing yourself; I wish I could describe how wonderful it feels to have your big, swollen tits fattening against me! You might even be more fun to play around with than Victoria when by the time you're done here."

����������� "All the same though," Victoria interjected soberly, "Don't feel like you can't stop and come back for more of this later, Vicky.� You are getting awfully, awfully full, and though I'm sure it sounds silly for me to be cautioning you against overindulging at a time like this, you've certainly had more than enough for one day, so any time here that you'd like to stop, I should be only too happy to help you back up to the house to rest for a spell."

����������� Vicky felt a twinge of doubt at Victoria's words.� It wasn't like her to warn Vicky away from going all out like this, and Vicky was inclined to take her seriously, at least in matters related to fattening herself up.� At the same time, she thought, as she felt her increasingly distended breasts pressing against her plump cheeks, it felt so very good, not just to be getting bigger, but to be venturing into territory that even Victoria seemed reluctant to explore.� Vicky's breasts, billowing higher and higher above the water's surface now, began to envelop the copper pipe that fed its magic into Vicky's body.� The cool touch of the weathered metal gave her an almost electric sensation, and Vicky kept right on swallowing it down.� After all, she thought, she could stop any time she wanted; if she felt as if she were getting dangerously overfilled, all Vicky had to do was open her mouth.

����������� "There, that's a sight to see now!" Millie encouraged Vicky as it became obvious that she was resolved to keep on taking as much of it as she possibly could, "Vicky, you're just getting so marvelously big.� Why when Victoria finally pulled me away from there earlier, I thought I'd never see a woman's belly more luscious and winsome than my own but oh Vicky, you put me to shame.� Still, I can see you're hardly one to do things by half measures. I really must commend you; your insatiability is ever so inspiring."

����������� "Vicky, please, I don't think you know just how big you've gone and let yourself become," Victoria said again, now sounding distinctly concerned, "I'm quite sure that it feels wonderful and all, but even just here above the water; you're getting, well, too generously-favored, and while I'm certainly the last woman who would pass up the opportunity to let you over-stuff your bottom until it was fit to burst, I've got to tell you that it looks for all the world like you're coming up on that point in a hurry!"

����������� This warning gave Vicky pause again.� Though she was still enjoying herself as much as ever, she was beginning to feel as if it might be wise to stop while she still could.� She felt as if she were asking for thirds on dessert after a particularly rich Thanksgiving dinner, even though she had known as soon as the main course was taken up that she had already eaten far beyond the point of hunger, and anything else that she took would, however satisfying at the time, only bring her regrets.� Her breasts throbbed with overfullness as they squeezed more tightly around the supply pipe.� She felt her belly, colossal in its fertility, softly make contact with the bottom of the pool.� Even this light pressure against her body aroused the most delicious sensations of lust within her loins, and Vicky was all but ready to surrender herself to whatever the spring might choose to do with her when she felt a new sensation.

����������� At this particular moment, as Vicky felt her thighs at last becoming so immeasurably sleek and fat that it was easier to just let her legs stick out rather than trying to bend them at all, she felt a curious tightness about her bosom.� Vicky's breasts, as it so happened, were at this moment starting to billow up over the lip of the pool, so vast now that a goodly portion of her field of vision was filled by the pair of great trembling pink spheres being pumped full of fat as countless gallons surged into her meekly submissive body.� What alarmed Vicky though, was that for the first time, she was felt herself growing too tight.� Not merely taut, for she had experienced that before as she had accumulated more and more over the past several days; she had grown to love the feeling as her skin stretched to accept her increasingly pleasure-bent physique.� This was different, now Vicky could feel the skin of her breasts drawing tight around her nipples, and pulling tighter still as her breasts, already spectacularly over-fattened, at last became so voluminous that they were starting to hurt.� It wasn't, Vicky noted, necessarily a bad kind of hurt; it wasn't pain, at least not exactly.� Rather it was more a kind of tantalizing discomfort, that seemed to tell Vicky that while she would feel better immediately if she stopped right now, she would feel far better still if she kept on going, at least a little while longer.

����������� "Vicky please!" Victoria cried out now, all pretense of calmness cast aside, "You have to stop now; you're getting much too big; your breasts are going to explode if you don't stop this now!� Please, I'll fuck you any way you want me to, just stop swallowing!"

����������� Vicky knew now that she had had enough, and far more than enough.� The tops of her breasts were beginning to take on a glistening sheen, like two wet and vastly overinflated balloons.� She could hear them creaking wetly as they rubbed together as well, they were now so lusciously overfilled.� Vicky opened her mouth, assuming the mere pressure of the water flowing into her would push her away from the spring's source.� But instead she was dismayed to discover that all this only let a fair bit of water dribble out around her lips, her breasts were squeezing the pipe so tightly that it remained firmly inserted in her mouth.� Suddenly feeling very helpless indeed, Vicky grasped the pipe with both hands, her chubby arms sinking deeply against her the soft, bloated hemispheres below them.� She felt the pipe starting to come loose as she pulled at it.� The spring, as if it resented this interference in its work, sent forth a sudden gout of water pouring into her body, and Vicky's ass gained in the space of a few seconds what felt like another hundred pounds, a hundred pounds that, from the way she felt it shuddering, was nearly more than she could endure.� Frantically, Vicky struggled to remove the pipe from her lips.� Each moment wasted made her gain more; she didn't even want to imagine how breathtakingly gigantic she was surely becoming.� Vicky hoped she was making progress; the cold hard metal of the pipe was slipping against her swollen mammaries, and the spring sent another torrent gushing into her.� It was her belly that was forced to submit to this one.� Again, Vicky felt herself expanding helplessly.� Her sides bulged out several inches wider, and her belly pressed all the more heavily against the bottom of the pool.� Vicky was so very full, more so than she had imagined it was possible to be, and it felt to her as if all the weight she had just gained was pushing against her most delicate of places, kneading and caressing her from within so arousingly that Vicky nearly found herself forgetting about the task at hand.� With one final, desperate push, Vicky tried to wrest the pipe from her lips.� She could feel it starting to give way, sliding free from the tight embrace of her cleavage.� She was almost there, just a couple seconds more and she would be done.� Just as pipe gave way though, the spring, perhaps sensing it's imminent defeat, sent Vicky one last parting shot.�

����������� Far stronger than the last two, it came with such force that it made the pipe ring like a bell.� It poured into Vicky like a geyser, as if all the pressure of the spring had been building, accumulating for this one moment.� Vicky's breasts took it all.� She despaired as her titanically overburdened tits ballooned before her.� She felt them pushing her away from the wall of the pool, bulging against the soft, yielding figures of Victoria and Millie, who were both evidently so awestruck at the sight of Vicky's expansion that neither could say a word, nor do anything aside from savor the delicious feeling of Vicky's gargantuan tits swelling tight and full against the lushness of their own bodies Vicky felt her breasts inflating with so much fat she could hardly comprehend it.� Vicky's mouth felt numb from the sheer volume spurting into her.� How many gallons had she taken in? �It felt like it had to be a hundred at the very least, or perhaps two hundred, and in each breast, for she was already so huge that surely it would take an awful lot to make her distended breasts expand at such a feverish pace.� It felt like a couple hundred gallons anyway, every drop of it making fattening her breasts to even more spectacular excess.� Vicky felt herself on the verge of blacking out; it was simply too much for one woman to take.� She didn't even know how she had been able to stand it for this long, how her breasts had been able to withstand being so absolutely surfeited with fat.� Surely, she thought, they were going to burst any second; there was no way that any woman, even one so amply gifted as herself, could bear any more of this.� Vicky felt her breasts groaning with repletion as they gained another hundred pounds-

����������� Oh!� Too much!� Too Much! TOO MUCH! Vicky despaired as her breasts continued to pump outwards, My poor tits!� I'm going to burst; they're just too full-

����������� And finally overwhelmed by the flood, Vicky felt no more.

����������� "Vicky?� Vicky, can you hear me?"

����������� Vicky felt her senses returning.� She felt as if she were floating, and someone was calling her name.

����������� "Vicky.� Come now, you need to wake up; we need to get you out of the water."

����������� Still feeling somewhat removed from reality, Vicky opened her eyes.� Victoria and Millie were leaning in close to her, or at least as close to her as possible with her breasts bulging out a good six feet in front of her, and both other women, if not quite so amply-endowed as Vicky herself, still blessed with� figure's that only the most demanding of lovers might find lacking.� Vicky blinked again; the world finally started coming into focus.� Victoria was patting one of Vicky's colossal breasts apprehensively, and with more than a little urgency.� Millie on the other hand cooed with delight, caressing Vicky's other breast with naked concupiscence.� Vicky felt her back pressed up against the edge of the pool, well, not her back exactly so much as her outrageously overfattened bottom which, even squeezed as tightly as it was against the smooth stone, left a gap of at least three feet between the edge of the pool and Vicky's back.

����������� "Hmmmm? What is it?"� Vicky finally managed, casting a sleepy look at Victoria.

����������� "Oh, Vicky, thank heaven you're alright," Victoria said, breathing a sigh of relief that sent a tremor through her own roundly well-filled bosom, "You are alright aren't you?"

����������� "I think so," Vicky said, not having really had the chance to take inventory yet, "What happened?"

����������� "Oh Vicky, that last spurt pumped you with up so much that you fainted clear away," Victoria explained, "It wasn't until you finally got so full in the bust that the pipe couldn't even reach your mouth anymore that you finally stopped drinking."

����������� "Am I going to be okay?" Vicky asked, just awake enough now to be worried, "That last thing I remember is feeling all that water just gushing into me, making me fatter and fatter and fatter.� I just felt like I was gaining so much, so fast; the last thing I remember thinking is that my boobs were about to pop."

����������� "Well, truth be told, Millie and I, well, I was worried that that was exactly what was going to happen," Victoria said, "You were an awe-inspiring sight, your bosom just swelling and swelling.� I could feel your breasts pressing against my body; they were straining to just take it all in- Well, all I can say is that it's a good thing that you stopped when you did."

����������� "So I'm going to be fine then?" Vicky asked, noticing for the first time that her breasts, as buoyant as they were titanic, were still rubbing softly against her cheeks.� "My gosh, I'm absolutely huge aren't I?� Victoria, what am I supposed to do?"

����������� "Well, first things first my dear," Victoria began, with the sort of well-practiced calmness that suggested she had been in a similar situation a time or two before, "Right now we need to get you out of the water.� You've only been out for a few minutes, but even so, the power of the spring is still making you gain weight, though thankfully it isn't fattening you up at nearly the same rate as before.� Still, I think we'd better get you out of here before you gain much more than you already have.� You've already given me quite a scare today already, best not to tempt fate again."

����������� "But how am I going to get out?� I'm as big as a whale!" Vicky protested, trying to imagine how ponderous she would be out of the water.

����������� "You needn't worry too much about that for now," Victoria offered reassuringly, "You forget that the magic of the spring here not only makes a woman as exquisitely voluptuous as she can possibly become, but it also gives her the strength she needs to live her life as befits a woman of such truly sublime lusciousness.� Now, I know you've been through a good bit, and you're probably still feeling weak, but it is very important that we get you out of here before you get much bigger; your breasts are still getting fuller, my little Vicky, surely you can feel them straining as they're forced to soak up even more while we sit here talking.� Come, we'd have pulled you out of the spring while you were still unconscious, but I'm afraid you have allowed yourself to get awfully big, and Millie's just so fascinated with your all-too-buxom charms that she just isn't going to be any help at all."

����������� "Hmm? Oh, you're awake now are you?" Millie said dreamily, still caressing the silky skin of one overinflated orb, "I never thought you'd go so far with it, Vicky.� You've, you've made yourself into an absolute goddess!� Oh, if I weren't a married woman, I think I might just give up everything else just to worship you.� You're just so, so, oh, but words can't even describe it.� The things I'd love to do with you, if you'd like- I'm a fairly well-educated woman you know.� I speak French; I have a very talented tongue."

����������� "Yes, yes, you can fawn all over Vicky later, Millie," Victoria interrupted, "Meanwhile the poor girl is probably gaining ten pounds a minute while you just float there petting her tits as if you never set eyes on another nude woman in your life.� I mean honestly, you've got a pair of your own that are so fat and swollen you can't even fit in a rail-car sleeper anymore; why not play with them for a while?"

����������� "I suppose you're right," Millie admitted, withdrawing just enough for Victoria to guide Vicky towards the steps up out of the pool, "She's just so, so big, there's something about her that sets me all aquiver in my nethers.� It's a pity she didn't keep sucking just a little bit longer, I can only imagine how magnificent she'd be if she let herself really go at it.� Vicky! You are going to come back and have some more later, aren't you?� I can help if you need me to; I can help you with anything, anything and everything."

����������� "Millie, hush, you're not helping," Victoria said sharply, "Vicky, if you please, just one step at a time, let's get you out of the water now."

����������� Vicky set her foot against the lowest step she could reach.� The stone was solid and slightly slippery beneath her, and she still felt so disorientingly buoyant that it was difficult to know whether she was able to put any weight upon it.� With Victoria pushing her gently from behind, Vicky ventured the next step up.� Her thighs had been pumped full of so much fat that it was almost uncomfortable to bend her legs, but proceeding with great care, Vicky found purchase on the next step and began to lift herself out of the water.

����������� With each step that Vicky climbed, less and less of her weight was supported by the water.� All the weight that she had gained, all the countless pounds that the spring had forced her all too willing body to accept, Vicky felt as if she were gaining it all in an instant as for the first time since she had wrapped her lips around the water's source she was forced to support her own weight.� Her breasts emerged first.� As she climbed up out of the pool, she realized just how deliciously overloaded they were.� The weight of her chest was so great that she felt as if just carrying it all was liable to hurt her shoulders.� As she stepped further out of the water, Vicky felt the tension in her skin, which had up until now been distributed more or less evenly throughout her distended melons, changing as gravity reasserted its claims upon her body.� She felt the skin of her breasts pulling painfully tight on top, and hundreds of pounds of soft, trembling flesh made its weight known.� The area between her nipples and her upper chest, though still so bloated with fullness that Vicky's breasts touched her neck, felt as if it were bearing the full weight of her engorged bosom, tingling in the warm afternoon air.� As she ascended another step still, at last lifting her massive endowments almost wholly out of the water, Vicky could feel them stretching and straining underneath as all those gallons of fat that she had filled herself with weighed heavy, so exquisitely heavy.� As she passed through the narrowest part of the steps (which was in truth not all that narrow at all), the stone on either side of her squeezed against her bust and pressed against the undersides of her overladen tits, the sensation of tightness was almost too much to bear.� The pressure, the weight, the strain was simply too fantastic.� She worried that her breasts had become too enormous to even exist and that she was merely one sharp collision, or a single pound gained away from exploding.� Vicky silently breathed a word of thanks to the spring for at blowing up her belly as it had done.� The weight of her opulent breasts was, at least in part, supported by her lushly fattened tummy, though as she made her way out of the pool, Vicky soon realized that it required support as well.� She couldn't see her belly, at least not much of it, but as she climbed, Vicky could feel its weight and size making themselves known.� Forced to support its own weight, Vicky's belly creaked at its distended sides, as if it resented being forced to support its own weight and so much of her breasts as well.� The stone wall on either side of her gently squeezed her as she went, as if even the stone itself could not pass up the chance to touch such fulsome and fertile curves as Vicky now possessed.� Her belly jiggled and swayed with each step she took; the gentle tremors that passed through it interacting with the throbbing overfullness of her breasts in a way that Vicky found all too enticing.� Vicky had now made it past the midpoint, her belly button poked out above the water's surface, and the true size of her vastly overfed tummy began to dawn upon her.� She could feel its incredible heaviness, wobbling and trembling with even the most cautious and gentle steps that she could manage.�

����������� Vicky felt it all weighing down upon her femininity from inside, as gentle waves within her massaged her most womanly parts.� Even if her inmost depths had been unchanged by the forces that had so wondrously transformed the rest of her body, Vicky would have found it difficult to muffle a small cry of ecstasy, but as it was, she now discovered that even the hidden garden of her pleasure had not been spared.� Vicky felt as if every inch of her femininity, already stimulated to a deliciously distracting degree, had been pumped up with twice as much fat as before.� Her labia felt so excitingly swollen that even the most cautious of steps sent waves of pleasure pulsating through her quivering loins.� Vicky's passion-moistened depths tingled wonderfully from the immense fullness and weight of her belly bearing down upon them; the walls of her inner body bulged inward against themselves, damp and hot and slippery.� It was so intense, so utterly exhilarating that it was almost too much for her to endure, yet at the same time, Vicky felt herself aching for more.� Even as she was now, fattened to such staggering immensity that simply walking was almost beyond her strength, Vicky felt herself growing more aroused with each step she took.� She climbed higher; the cleft in the stone compressed her blossoming hips, squeezing them in its gentle embrace as she passed through.� Vicky could feel her magnificently overstuffed ass quaking as she rose out of the water.� Every step she took sent ripples shuddering through its creamy and elastic flesh, even when she stopped for a moment, her luscious and well-dimpled derriere continued to quaver as if it had been pumped full of so much fat that her overstretched skin was barely able to contain it all.� Vicky also felt Victoria pressing against her from behind.� She knew that Victoria's insistent closeness was mostly due to her concern for Vicky and her determination to get her out of the water before she became even more colossal than she already was, but the way that Victoria's breasts, with their skin as smooth as silk and warmed by the heat of the afternoon sun, pressed against Vicky's overfilled behind just made her so horny she could barely stand it.

����������� I wonder what would happen, Vicky mused, her steps slowing as she emerged from the pool, her scandalously sumptuous thighs finally peeking above the water's surface, if I were to just turn around, knock Victoria back into the pool and just ravish her here.� I suppose she'd probably be angry with me, at first anyway.� And Millie's still in there too, I know she'd be absolutely delighted to fuck me any way I wanted it.� I've never been part of a threesome before; oh it makes me so horny just thinking about it.� I thought if I kept getting bigger at some point I'd feel like it was enough, but all I'm doing is turning myself into a big, fat lesbian nympho!

����������� "Come on now Vicky," Victoria called, pushing against Vicky in a way that was almost certainly intended to help get her out of the pool, but in truth only fed the fire that threatened to consume Vicky right then and there, "I know you must feel awfully heavy; you've certainly gotten even bigger than I thought you had, but as soon as we're out you can take a rest."

����������� Oh, she's probably right, Vicky told herself as she proceeded onward, Besides, there's always time later for a wet and wild fat girl orgy,� isn't there?� And what if Victoria's right about getting me out of the water?� I mean, it just feels so incredible being this big, I hardly even know where to begin, there's just so much of me to enjoy, but I do feel rather overfilled.� Was she serious?� If I went back into the water right now, could I get so fat that I'd explode?� My boobs do feel awfully tight right now, I could imagine them exploding if they had to take anything else at all.� I don't even want to think about that; they do feel so tender after all.� No, I suppose Victoria's right; I need to take a good rest before I even think about making myself even bigger.

����������� "There we are!� Good girl!" Victoria said as Vicky felt dry stone beneath her feet, "Well then, how are you feeling?� Are you quite able to carry yourself now?"

����������� The truth was, Vicky didn't know quite how she was feeling just yet.� She just felt so heavy, so absolutely enormous that she didn't know how she could possibly stand after gaining so much weight.� Her legs felt discouragingly weak, and her body seemed all too eager to take even the smallest movements and magnify them into tremors that sent her fondlesome figure all aquiver in ways that, though very inconvenient, Vicky found she quite enjoyed.

����������� "I think I'm okay," Vicky ventured, as Victoria came around to fix her with an appraising eye, "But my goodness, I'm just so huge, I shouldn't be able to stand at all!"

����������� "Well, were you any normal girl who had gotten herself as big as you are now you would surely be right," Victoria answered, "But you, my dear Vicky, are absolutely filled to the brim with the magic of the spring.� And besides, you're still getting used to this, you can't expect to make yourself so marvelously luscious all at once and not need some time to grow accustomed to it.� Now come along, let's get you back to the house so you can sit down and have a rest."

����������� "Okay," Vicky finally agreed as she, with Victoria now at her side, waddled ponderously towards the steps up to the house, trying all the while to distract herself from her burning lust, "What about Millie?� She's blown herself up awfully big too; don't you need to get her out of the water before she gets any bigger?"

����������� "Oh, I'm sure she'll be just fine," Victoria said reassuringly, "As big as she is, she could still stand to gain some more before she starts to really stretch her seams, and besides, I told her if she made herself so big that she couldn't walk anymore I'd teach her a few tricks I learned in this French book I came across in the library.� I don't know how they get any work at all done over there, come to think of it, if all of them spend their time experimenting with new ways to make a girl's toes curl up.� Anyway, I imagine Millie is already trying her best to make those big, milky breasts of hers even bigger than yours, and though I can't imagine she'll possibly succeed, I can't wait to have her when she's done."

����������� "Alright, as long as you're sure she'll be fine," Vicky said, still feeling rather overcome by it all.� Her legs felt slightly more stable beneath her now, and she began to climb the steps up to the house, she found her sense of balance returning, though still very much impaired.� She still jiggled all over with every step she took, and though she couldn't be absolutely sure, she was almost positive that she could feel the stone steps beneath her feet bending just slightly from her weight.�

����������� Oh no, this walking is just making me hornier, Vicky thought anxiously, feeling her inner fires stoking themselves, building towards a climax she could hardly afford to endure at this particular moment, Okay, just keep walking, think of something else.� I wonder how heavy I really am by now.� I mean, I did think earlier that I felt as if I weighed a ton, but what if I really do?� I saw some woman on TV once; I think she was supposed to be nearly a thousand pounds, but she could hardly move, though come to think of it, if it weren't for all the magic I've swallowed down, there's no way I'd be able to walk either.� This is all just, so, so out of proportion to anything I've experienced before.� Oh, I'm just dying to ask Victoria how much she thinks I weigh in at now.� I bet she knows it to the ounce, just look at her there smiling at me with that look of hers.� I can't possibly ask though, what if I'm even bigger than that?� What if I'm even fatter?� I don't know if I could deal with that right now.� Okay, this isn't working; all I'm doing is giving myself something else to freak out about.� Victoria's talking again, just look at those ruby red lips of hers, those soft heavy tits bouncing as she walks, I just wish she'd throw me down right now and fuck me senseless.� Well, not on the stairs here, I feel like I'm already courting some serious lower back issues as it is, but up in the house though, in bed, oh I could just lie there and let her enjoy me morning, noon, and night.� Uh-oh, I think she just asked me a question.� Damn, being this turned on all the time is turning me into a dumb bimbo isn't it?� Okay Vicky, breathe deep, okay, maybe not so deep, my boobs feel too tight as it is, breathe then, pretend like you're not just a big, bubbling cauldron of lust, use your words, that's a good girl.

����������� "What was that, Victoria?" Vicky asked, as calmly as she could manage, "I'm afraid I didn't catch that last bit."

����������� "I asked if you were feeling any better," Victoria asked again, a look of winsome concern of her comely face, "You keep swaying as if you're about to fall over."

����������� "What?� Oh, no, I'm fine, just fine,� Vicky lied.� She felt herself blushing, "I just, well, I'm just so very heavy up front now, and everything's just so jiggly, I keep feeling as if by boobs are just going to topple me right over."

����������� "Oh, I know only too well how that can be," Victoria answered with a grin that suggested she relished the experience, "I remember the first time I wore that necklace of yours and my bosom expanded with milk until looked like a dairy cow that hadn't been milked for a whole summer.� Everyone else in the house always knew exactly where I was just by listening for the sound of me knocking things off of tables and bookshelves everywhere I went, it was really rather embarrassing at the time, but oh, it felt so very, very good.� Besides Vicky, even though you're ever so much more voluptuous up top than I was back then, you've also got a more than ample counter-weight back here to help you keep balanced."

����������� And with that insightful observation, Victoria gave Vicky a slap on the rump so hard that Vicky was sure people in the next county must have heard it.� Her ass, so lushly overstuffed, shuddered like a mountain of jello in an earthquake, and though she tried to contain herself, Vicky felt herself going weak in the knees as she climaxed as quietly as she possibly could, only her sudden, sharp intake of breath betraying what had just happened to her, along with the slippery wetness she felt as her thighs slid against each other.

����������� "Victoria, please don't, um, I wish you wouldn't, well, if you would please not do that again just now, it's kind of distracting," Vicky finally managed to breathe, through teeth still clenched in ill-disguised ecstasy."

����������� "Of course, Vicky," Victoria quickly responded, in a tone of voice that seemed to tell Vicky that she had known exactly what she was doing, "I didn't mean to throw you off like that, it's simply that, well, you have an exquisitely generous posterior, and I'm afraid I have a very hard time keeping my hands off it, or didn't you notice how I was pushing you out of the water just now?� At any rate, quite right of you, I should contain my passions, at least until we're somewhere more conducive to such fondlesome games as I have in mind."

����������� "Oh good," Vicky sighed as she reached the last step, relieved for any number of reasons, "We're finally here."

����������� "And so we are!" Victoria chimed in, "Come on then, though the door.� I�m afraid I'll have to follow you again; the door to the house is wide, but not that wide.� Don't worry though, I'm right behind you, and I promise this time I'll keep my wandering hands in check, though you do have to admit, you�re such a deliciously tempting target."

����������� Vicky hastened forwards, worried that if Victoria decided to deliver even the most restrained of spankings, she was going to absolutely lose control of herself.

����������� What am I so anxious about? Vicky wondered to herself, Here I am all aquiver with desire, wanting more than anything for Victoria to just have me and take me to depths of pleasure utterly beyond my comprehension, and here I am playing coy about it.� What's wrong with me?� There's just so much that's happened, I guess.� On one hand, I do want her, oh I want her so, so, much, but I am kind of afraid.� If I keep giving in like this, surrendering to Victoria's suggestions, she's just going to keep finding ways to make me bigger, and bigger, and it seems like every pound I put on just makes me that much hornier for her.� It's like I'm losing myself, and now I'm letting her turn me into her own personal fat, huge-titted, fuck-toy.� It's just- I can't think of anything more exciting than letting her keep on doing just that.� Oh, wonderful, there's the chair!

����������� Finally Vicky made her way into the front room and collapsed into the chair.� It was immediately obvious to her that she had grown even more tremendous than she had previously imagined.� No longer was it too big for Vicky.� The arms of the chair, once so wide that she had felt like it was really more of a sofa, now squeezed Vicky's hips tightly in their velvet embrace.� What was more, Vicky felt the yielding flesh of her blossoming hips spilling out over the chair's arms, the hard, time-polished wood overwhelmed by Vicky's lush overfullness.� Where once Vicky had sat on the chair and found it so vast that she had nearly felt agoraphobic sitting on its generously padded seat, her own seat was now padded so splendidly that generous did not even begin to describe its current condition.� Her rear filled the entire seat now, not merely comfortably, but very tightly indeed, the chair squeezing Vicky's fat-inflated bottom so closely that she could hear it creaking from the burden.� The back of the chair, which once had been a full two feet higher than the top of Vicky's had, was now actually several inches too low for her to lean back against, her fat-swollen seat lifting her so high that she felt she might be in danger of tipping over.� Vicky felt her belly filling and overflowing her lap as she settled in; her legs stuck out straight from the chair, so fat and full that it bending her knees just too much trouble, her lush belly spreading her legs as wide as they could go and weighing heavily upon her soft thighs, bulging out nearly a yard past her knees.� Even so, Vicky's belly was so huge that it required additional accommodation.� It spilled out wider that her thighs, burying them beneath a vast pink expanse of fertile flesh, shuddering with the soft rhythm of her breathing.� Vicky's breasts though, were most spectacular of all.� The filled the space in front of her, projecting out well beyond even her belly, pouring out over it and spilling out so much wider than even the chair that Vicky was somewhat worried that they were simply going to roll right over the arms of the chair and pull her to the floor.� Fattened until they were fit to burst, they piled up before her, so gigantic that Vicky felt as if she were in some danger of suffocating as her enormously engorged tits pressed snug against her neck and softly touched her cheeks, which still burned both from being so huge, so utterly helpless before Victoria, and being so overcome with desire that she wished Victoria would take her advantage over Vicky and use her for whatever mercilessly sybaritic thing her heart might desire.

����������� "Well, Vicky, you certainly have proven yourself to be a woman of our house, haven't you?" Victoria said beamishly as she surveyed Vicky's quaking endowments, "Just look at you, I never imagined you would so eagerly fill yourself to such stunning excess.� Truly, I stand in awe of you."

����������� "You don't think I've overdone it a little, do you?" Vicky asked uncertainly, casting a glance down at her sumptuously bloated bosom.

����������� "Overdone it?" Victoria echoed her, "Why Vicky, you haven't simply overdone it; you've taken yourself to levels of excess that leave overdoing it miles behind you!� You're positively immense!� You've pumped yourself so full of fat that you can hardly even move!� Why, just look at your breasts: they're so exquisitely overladen they're practically throbbing, so gloriously distended that they'd probably pop if you forced them to accept another ounce.� Oh, Vicky, you most assuredly have overdone it.� Can you imagine now, just walking with a figure so sumptuously expanded as yours now is?� Can you imagine simply trying to get dressed while looking out for such a nectarious bosom as yours?� Can you imagine the heights and depths of bliss that now await you?"

����������� "Mmmm, I can think of a few," Vicky said, licking her lips in anticipation as Victoria drew nearer, a shiver running through her body as Victoria placed a hand tentatively upon Vicky's dangerously overdeveloped bosom.

����������� "Hmmm, can you?" Victoria asked in a wickedly knowing way, "I must confess, while I did want you to drink straight from the font like that, I never thought for a moment you would get so swept up in the experience.� Even I have never been one to shy away from experimentation, but you, I was simply blown away at the sight of you just sucking away, well beyond the point where any other woman would have been afraid to go on."

����������� "Well, Millie did sort of egg me on a bit, now didn't she?" Vicky replied with mild defensiveness, "I was all ready to stop when she acted as if I was giving up early and well, I'm sure I wasn't thinking very clearly, but I just felt as if I had to show her."

����������� "You certainly did do that, Vicky," Victoria said with a giggle, "Oh, I simply cannot wait to help you explore the ecstasies that await you!� But then, I'm sure you're still very tired, perhaps it would be best for us to wait until later."

����������� "Come on, Victoria," Vicky pleaded, "You can't set me up like that and leave me just leave me waiting."

����������� "I'm not sure, Vicky," Victoria said, "You've had such a big day already, just think about how much you've gained since this morning.� I'm just not sure you're in any condition to take even a little of what I could give you right now."

����������� "You tease!" Vicky protested, "You can't just do that.� You can't be all 'Now that you're so enormous that you can barely walk and so horny you can hardly stand it, I'm going to fuck you ten different ways from next Tuesday, just not right now.'� Come on, you can't build me up like that and then just bid me good afternoon; you've gone and got me all lathered up now, come over here and finish the job."

����������� "I don't know, Vicky," Victoria said with a note of doubt as she thoughtfully rubbed Vicky's left breast as if she were still amazed that Vicky had managed to force-fatten herself to such enthralling proportions, "Really, I think you'd be wise to go rest for a bit; just moving seems to be a challenge for you right now, anything more might be too much for you to handle."

����������� "Victoria, please, just a taste then, something to whet my appetite for later?" Vicky urged, leaning forward slightly so that her lusciously distended breasts pressed with soft insistence against Victoria's own vast and creamy bosom.� Vicky smiled to herself as she saw the pink blush of desire spreading across Victoria's chest, "Think of it as an appetizer to get me ready for the feast to come."

����������� "Very well then, I suppose a taste couldn't do any harm," Victoria answered, with a reluctant smile that showed she knew she'd just been manipulated and couldn't be more pleased about it, "Just you sit back then and take deep breaths, but if it's too much for you, don't say I didn't try to warn you."

����������� Deliberately, slowly, Victoria sank to her knees before Vicky.� She leaned in as she went down, sighing with pleasure as her lush melons slid heavily against the soft, taut skin of Vicky's brimming breasts.� As she descended, she heard Vicky gasp softly, and taking it as encouragement, she put out her hands and touched Vicky's overdeveloped assets.�

����������� "My, Vicky, but you're even more awe-inspiring from down below," Victoria breathed as she slid lower, her heels sinking into the flesh of her spectacularly plumped up ass as she lowered herself to the floor, "I could play with a pair of tits like these all day.� I just hope I can stop when you need me to."

����������� Vicky cried out quietly, and Victoria was unsure as to whether it was a cry of desire, or fear, or perhaps a mixture of both.� Finally settling in, she found herself staring directly at Vicky's belly.� Victoria paused for a moment.� She slid her hands between it and Vicky's enormous breasts and lifted against their massive weight, as if testing to see just how heavy they actually were.� They were, Victoria found, even heavier than she had suspected, so overfilled and bloated that she felt the need to handle them very tenderly indeed.� They were so very full that Victoria was almost afraid to fondle them, but as she hefted their weight, they still quivered with a liquid fullness, and if Vicky's sudden, sharp inhalation of breath were any indication, they were very, very sensitive.� Deciding to save that particular bit of knowledge for later, Victoria's hands quested lower.� Spreading her arms wide, Victoria embraced Vicky's massive belly and embraced it gently.� It quivered in response, as if it was trying to tell Victoria that it was already so full, so absolutely overstuffed and fat that she ought to be careful.� Vicky herself though, gave a quiet murmur of pleasure, and Victoria gave her belly a somewhat more vigorous squeeze.� Her belly creaked softly, already filled well past its capacity, a huge, jiggling dome of yielding flesh, and every little ripple that Victoria's fervent caressing caused, brought increasingly urgent sighs of pleasure to Vicky's lips.

����������� Eager to stroke Vicky's desire to even greater heights, and discovering that her own lust was growing more and more difficult to suppress, Victoria pressed her face deep into the supple flesh of Vicky's belly.� She felt herself growing moist with desire as she felt the satiny warmth of Vicky's middle against her face, unable to resist such a fantastic monument to overindulgence.� Pulling back a bit, lest she find herself smothered by Vicky's titanic belly, Victoria pressed her lips against Vicky's skin and planted a long, deep, worshipful kiss against Vicky's blossoming voluptuousness, just above her deep, indulgent belly button.� All this was too much for Vicky, who had all this time been trying to restrain herself, to stifle her growing desire as she was worried that if Victoria knew just how much she was enjoying this, she might feel tempted to give Vicky more pleasure than she could stand right now, not merely a taste of love, but the whole feast, and since Vicky was already far too full, she was desperately eager to avoid gorging herself on anything at the moment, even sex.� Unfortunately for Vicky, the matter was entirely out of her hands now.� She was quite immobile at the moment; she had already gained so much weight that she could hardly walk, and with Victoria's fervent caresses setting Vicky all aquiver inside her most delicate of places, she found herself very vulnerable indeed, helpless to resist whatever delights Victoria saw fit to lavish upon her.

����������� Victoria, however, was rapidly becoming so consumed by her own ardor, that even if she had wanted to spare Vicky she could barely have restrained herself.� Vicky's belly jiggled and shuddered enticingly as Victoria kneaded it more and more roughly.� She saw how Vicky's brimming breasts had begun to heave with her every labored breath; she could feel her skin growing hot as her desire warmed her from within.

����������� "Oh, oh, Victoria, please, be gentle," Vicky begged, barely able to speak between gasps, "I'm still so awfully full; you said you'd be gentle with me."

����������� Though Victoria heard her, she no longer had any intention of restraining herself.� She could already feel Vicky's outstretched legs twitching where they pressed against Victoria's own lush, full, bosom, and Victoria found that she was growing very stimulated indeed at the thought of once again having Vicky helpless to resist her.� She started to squeeze Vicky's belly with a rhythmic evenness.� Submitting to her efforts, the undulations moving through it built and grew stronger, increasing until Vicky's belly was bouncing and quaking as if she were straddling some fervent lover, impaled through her tender depths by a pleasure so intense she felt herself growing faint.

����������� "Victoria, oh, oh, OHHHHHH!" Vicky cried, waves of pure, unadulterated bliss beating against her quivering femininity, "Please- please- please-"

����������� "Please what," Victoria asked wickedly, looking up to see Vicky's distended tits bouncing and slapping heavy against her trembling belly.

����������� "Please- I can't take- don't- stop-," Vicky managed, the chair creaking as her body convulsed with ecstasy.

����������� "Don't stop? Is that what you meant to say?" Victoria murmured, with a smile that would make a succubus blush, "Well...if you insist."

����������� And with that, Victoria began to slide one of her hands along the underside of Vicky's belly.� She marveled at how very soft, how very heavy, she felt from underneath, her fingers wandering along the sensuously plumpened expanse that lead to the awaiting portal of Vicky's desire.� As Vicky emitted a stifled cry, Victoria realized that the distance to her goal was greater than she had imagined.� Reaching deeper, between Vicky's fat-inflated legs, Victoria leaned in, now pressing her face against the soft skin of Vicky's enormous belly, and as it trembled, huge and swollen, hot against her cheek, Victoria reached her goal.� With a smile, she thrust her fingers deep inside of Vicky's tight, womanly depths and stroked her from the inside.

����������� Vicky screamed so hard that the windows rattled in their panes.� This was too much, too soon.� Even had she been fully rested rather than so disconcertingly full, Victoria's lascivious servicing would have pushed her to her very limits.� In her current state though, it was so much pleasure that Vicky felt herself growing delirious.� Words were beyond her now; even if she had the presence of mind to form a coherent thought, she was panting so hard that she would never have been able to get the words out.� As she shuddered with passion, her vast, overinflated breasts bounced so hard that they hurt.� As Vicky gasped for air, they heaved like a pair of overfilled water balloons, slapping loudly against her mammoth belly, until before long their undersides grew pink and tender, and the taut, overburdened skin between her shoulders and her nipples began to ache, every breath she took feeling as if it was trying to stretch her out even more.

����������� Thrilled to be cause of all this, Victoria smiled to herself.� She felt Vicky growing warmer and more slippery and slid another finger in, caressing the stretching walls of her body with the confidence of a woman well-versed in pleasuring other women, lavishing attention on all of Vicky's most sensitive of places, stoking the furnace of her desire until it was consumed with a fire she could no longer contain.

����������� Vicky climaxed, her body jerking and quaking as she moaned.� She felt as if she had been transported to such depths of pleasure that all she could do was submit and let Victoria and her own body take her where she would.� Victoria felt Vicky's belly growing hot against her cheek, its swelling curve heavy and soft against her arm.� Vicky's skin grew shiny with sweat, the light glistening off her sumptuous curves in a way that made her practically glow.� Victoria could tell that she had already gone far, far beyond simply giving Vicky a sample of the rapturous ecstasies that awaited her, but as Vicky came again, Victoria found that she simply couldn't help herself.� Eager to inflame Vicky's passions to even greater proportions, she turned her head and began to run her tongue softly against the lushness of Vicky's belly.� Vicky shuddered, and came again.� With her free arm, Victoria reached up and sized Vicky's nipple.� It was so plump and fat that it filled Victoria's entire hand; throbbing and so warm it felt as if it would burn Victoria's palm.� She squeezed it tightly.� Vicky whimpered softly, her ponderous breasts quaking and heaving.� With Victoria holding her nipple tightly, every motion made the enormous weight of her breast pull at her nipple.� It tugged hard against her areola, already exquisitely puffy and distended, her cherry-red circle still achingly tender from all the weight that her breasts had just been forced to gain.� Vicky cried out again, but Victoria felt Vicky's nipple, already fat and pulsing, swelling with Vicky's desire until Victoria could barely keep her fingers around it.� She knew it was time.

����������� Victoria slid another finger inside of Vicky, so tight now that she could barely fit it in, and did something that she had learned never failed to drag a woman screaming to the very pinnacle of rapture.� Vicky came so hard that she felt as if she were going to die; her mind trembled on the edge of infinity as a tidal wave of an orgasm claimed her.� For what felt like minutes, ripples of pure bliss flooded her until finally the dizzying explosion began to fade, and the waves of pleasure ebbed until they were simply warm little murmurs of satisfaction that left her tingling all over.� At length, Vicky began to wonder whether she had truly been blasted senseless by this ordeal, or whether she still had the capacity for speech.� She opened her eyes and looked at Victoria, who was standing before her, obviously very immensely pleased with herself.

����������� "Ohhhhh, Victoria- that was- unbelievable," Vicky sighed, finding herself nearly too exhausted for words.

����������� "I hoped you'd enjoy it," Victoria told her, "I am quite good with my hands after all."

����������� "You said- just a taste-" Vicky interjected weakly, still feeling very lightheaded

����������� "Well now, you've got me there, I did tell you that, didn't I?"� Victoria said with an impish look, "But I'm afraid that self-control was never my forte, and honestly, with you just sitting there, tired, and helpless, and positively brimming over with your own voluptuousness, well, I simply couldn't help myself."

����������� "I think, oh, I think I need-� Vicky mumbled, her eyelids fluttering as she stumbled over her words.

����������� "Shush now, no more talking," Victoria said in a soothing but maternally forceful tone, "You have had a very big day and it's time you had some rest.� So, you just sit there, get some sleep, and I promise that when you wake up, you'll feel wonderfully restored.� Now, if you will excuse me for a moment, I need to go look after Millie.� As long as she's been out in the spring without us, I shouldn't be a bit surprised if she's been out there trying to outdo you, Vicky. I just hope she made herself so huge she won't fit on the train to get home, though I must admit, I think I might be able to find a few ways to entertain a woman of such junoesque charms."

����������� Victoria might have said something after that, but Vicky heard nothing else, for feeling pleasantly and utterly spent, she immediately dropped off to sleep, the gentle breeze whispering against her bare skin, and the warm glow of the afternoon sun lulling her into a serene and dreamless slumber.

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����������� Several hours later, Vicky awoke.� She felt comfortable and satisfied; the house was slightly cooler than it had been when she had nodded off, and the shadows on the walls had grown longer as the day wore on.� She still felt very pleasantly full, and happy, and still in a gauzy state of semi-wakefulness, she felt something warm and soft pressed up against her cheek.� Murmuring with satisfaction, she nuzzled her face down against it.

����������� "Mmmm, that was nice," Vicky whispered as she gradually rose towards consciousness, "Victoria always takes such good care of me in my dreams; I hope next time she tries to- Ahhhh!"

����������� Vicky suddenly jerked awake, her jolt combining with her top-heaviness to set chair she was sitting it tilting back on two legs, causing her an additional moment of surprise as she feared she was going to tip over backwards.� With a thunk, the chair settled back to rights, the impact sending great rippling waves through Vicky's body, which only served to drive home the reality of what she had just discovered.

����������� "Omigosh!� I'm huge!," Vicky gasped, struggling to take inventory of her amplified attributes, "I mean, I was huge before; I was already enormous, but now, I'm just, I'm just, I don't even know if there's a word for it!"

����������� And so she was.� Sitting in the chair where she had fallen asleep (though sitting in was no longer quite the right word, considering the fashion in which the softer portions of her figure now overflowed it so winsomely), Vicky discovered unlike all her previous dreams, which had worked more subtle changes upon her body, this one had left her as stuffed as she could be, and not a pound lighter nor an inch more slender than she had dreamt she had become.

����������� �Oh, it's all, it was permanent this time, It's all still here; I'm all still here!�� Vicky stammered in her confusion, overwhelmed to find herself so suddenly fattened to such a spectacular degree, �I'm too big, too fat to move!� What did Victoria do to me this time?� Oh, oh I'm just so huge, so heavy, oh no, help me, so horny!� What am I going to do?�