Chrissie and the Muffin Top: Mara's Boudoir

by: Kodos

 

Okay, this is going to be a slightly different warning than the ones I usually put here.  This story, to be sure, has a good deal of expansion to it; the heroine surrenders to her temptations and suffers a fate entirely in keeping with the standards of this expansive genre.  At the same time, I just want to warn anyone who's hoping that this will be a non-stop big girl orgy or something that they might be disappointed.  I don't know quite how to describe this one; I guess it's kind of vignette, or maybe a character study.  Basically, I just really have enjoyed writing about with Mara, and I wanted to have some fun playing around with her character (in a sexy way, of course).

 

 

 

 

            “Hey Mara, I hate to ask, but do you mind if I punch out a few minutes early tonight?” Chrissie asked as she leaned into the kitchen, her entrancingly buxom figure filling the entire doorway, “I know you like me to stick to my hours and everything, but it's just dead out here right now, and I kind of have a couple things I need to attend to this evening.”

 

            “What, that photo shoot you have with Lisa tonight?  I thought that wasn't until 7:00,” Mara said, trying to dust off her flour-caked hands as she set down a rather large mixing bowl and made her way across the kitchen where her favorite (and only) employee stood waiting expectantly.

 

            “Well, I know, that's when it was set up for,” Chrissie said as she cast her eyes downwards guiltily, a gesture which would have left any normal woman staring sheepishly at her feet, but in Chrissie's case only permitted her a close-up panorama of a pair of breasts so huge that even though she was standing in the front room of the shop, they stuck out a good two and a half feet into the kitchen, and broad enough that if she hadn't been wearing some serious support underneath her blouse they probably would have gotten hopelessly stuck in the doorframe, “But I called Lisa this morning and asked if she could fit me in at five.”

 

            “What on earth did you do that for, you silly thing?” Mara asked, raising an eyebrow thoughtfully as she tried to figure out what Chrissie, normally the very soul of reliability, was up to, “Besides, it's Saturday night!  Nothing on the racks is going to keep until we open up again; and it isn't like you at all to miss out on a chance to help me take care of the leftovers.”

 

            “Yeah, I know,” Chrissie admitted, a pang of regret playing across her face as she thought about missing out on the more than ample supply of pastries and desserts bending the counter out front, “I just sort of have this thing I need to go too tonight.”

 

            “But Chrissie, we've hardly had any customers in all afternoon!” Mara insisted, “I wasn't even sure if we'd be able to eat all of this between us, and you know how I can't bear to let anything go to waste.  You know if you to leave me here alone to finish off all of this, I'll be lucky to make it through just the cakes alone without splitting my seams.  Come on now, what have you got going on that's so important as all that?”

 

            “Well, Mara, I know I can usually talk to you about everything, but I just wasn't sure how I felt about this yet,” Chrissie equivocated, still dodging Mara's eye, “But I wanted to get the modeling gig done early because I've, um, kind of got a date tonight.”

 

            “Oohhhh,” Mara sighed, a playful smile spreading across her round but lovely face as all of Chrissie's evasions snapped into focus, “Why didn't you just tell me that in the first place, hon?  I'd have let you off early straightaway.”

 

            “I don't know,” Chrissie admitted, clearly relieved, the truth spilling out of her, “You've just mentioned your ex-husband enough times and we've been so very close ever since I started working here at the Muffin Top and I'm not even sure if I'll like him because we only just met online and just- I don't know, what we have together, it's so important to me; you're like the big sister I never had and I'm just so excited about going out on a date for a change but I don't want to do anything that would change our relationship and well, just- thanks for being so awesome.”

 

            “Chrissie, don't let the fact that I'm divorced make you think I hate men or anything,” Mara said, “You're young, you're single, you've got the whole city in the palm of your hand, and any man out there with a lick of sense should count himself lucky to spend an evening with the most famous model in town.  Don't you worry about me, young lady; you just go and have yourself a good time tonight.”

 

            “Thanks, Mara, you really are amazing,” Chrissie said gratefully, squeezing herself through the door and embracing her auburn-haired boss in a hug so fierce that Mara could hear the seams of her blouse beginning to pop apart, a fact which did nothing to stop her from enfolding Chrissie just as eagerly, holding her so tightly that her billowsome breasts bulged up from out of her top until she felt them pressing up against her chin, while Mara's own vast and self-indulgent belly pressed firmly against Chrissie's, both women reveling for a moment in the intimacy of their own lavish endowments.  After a moment, and with perhaps just a hint of reluctance, Mara released Chrissie and took a step back, casting an appraising glance at the figure of her curvaceous young apprentice.

 

            “Well then, I don't want to be making late now, sugar,” said Mara, “Come on now, you've got a big night ahead of you it sounds like; you'd best get on your way if you don't want to get caught in the rain.  By the way, tell Lisa I'm thinking of stopping by on Monday morning; it won't be long before fall starts getting here and I want some new outfits to suit the season.”

 

            “Thanks, again, Mara,” Chrissie said, “Don't you stay here too late while there's a storm rolling in either.”

 

            Chrissie turned and made for the door, her sumptuously full and womanly hips swaying seductively as she walked away, pausing only to negotiate the front door which, despite having been widened just a couple of months ago, was once again growing too narrow to let her through quite comfortably.  Mara followed her, stopping when she reached the door herself to lean out and call to Chrissie.

 

            “Remember to tell him that if he doesn't treat you right I'll run him over with the delivery van!”

 

            Chrissie, still moving along with more haste than anyone would have thought possible for a woman of her impressive dimensions, turned to flash Mara an winsome smile, in the process very nearly colliding with a parking meter, before correcting course and heading off on her way to Lisa's dress shop, with even more of a bounce in her step than usual as she hurried along beneath the darkening skies.

 

            Well, it sounds like she's got a big night ahead of her, Mara mused as she came back into the shop, I just hope she doesn't do anything foolish.  But then again, when I was her age, sometimes being foolish was just so much more fun than anything else.  Well, I don't think I'm going to have any more customers come through in the last ten minutes of the day; I don't expect it'd hurt to close up shop a few minutes early so I've got a chance of beating the storm home.

 

            And having decided so, Mara pressed the door tightly into place and turned the latch, which slid into place with a satisfyingly solid clunk, and turned over the sign on the door so that it no longer said, “Welcome to Mara's Muffin Top, Hope You Brought Your Appetite with You!” but instead read to anyone passing by, “Sorry, We're Closed.  Guess You'll Just Have to Order Twice as Much Next Time!”

 

            Well then, I expect I'd best be getting things all buttoned down for the weekend, Mara thought, sparing a glance at the wall of the store, which had several large, uneven holes cut through it as the space next door was being renovated, You know, when I started this place I halfway didn't believe I'd even be in business six months later, and now just look at me, more customers than I know what to do with and buying the next building over so I can expand.  I never thought I'd see the day.  Right then, no time for lollygagging!

 

            With barely-contained energy, Mara bustled back to the kitchen, pulling trays still heaped high with the day's unsold desserts from the display racks and carrying them back with her.  Most of them she simply laid carefully into a couple of huge canvas bags that she always carried home with her, and finding that she still had nearly half of the day's stock still spread across the various tables and counter-tops around her, Mara sighed and went to get a couple of the heavy paper catering sacks that she used for deliveries.

 

            Okay, this, this, and this certainly won't keep until Monday, oh and I almost forgot about my experiment! Mara thought as she surveyed a few particularly rich items, most of which were just crammed with various kinds of creamy frosting and dripping with so many candied fruits that it seemed like just a woman could probably put on five pounds just from a single bite, before also picking up a mixing bowl that was nearly large enough to fill a bag all by itself, filled with something particularly thick and creamy, and from which an aroma arose that was, if such a thing were possible, even more intoxicating than the pastries which had immediately preceded it, That's going to have to do it for me; there's no way I'll be able to carry anything else home with me tonight, let alone even begin to eat all of it, and I suppose I can put the rest of it in the fridge here so Chrissie and I will have something to get ourselves started on Monday, though it would serve her right for leaving me to clean up by myself if I just made her eat it all.

 

            Smiling mischievously to herself as she imagined forcing her full-bosomed employee to eat the several mountains of food remaining, Mara wrapped each platter up neatly and laid them all inside the shop's large refrigerator, her platform shoes clopping sharply against the black and white tiles as she glided back and forth across the kitchen, before finally going back to her office to grab her purse and turn off the lights.

 

            Let me see then, where did I hang my coat this morning? She wondered, the thunder outside rumbling louder now as the storm closed in, Oh right, it was pretty this morning and I didn't believe the weather girl when she called for rain today, well then, I'd best hurry along if I don't want to get soaked.

 

            Turning off the lights, Mara made her way through the dimly lit kitchen with the practiced confidence of a woman who knew her space so well she could have made it through with her eyes closed without bumping into a thing.  Which, if you consider just how very much of Mara there was to bump into, is rather an impressive accomplishment.  She confidently slipped her plump arms through the handles on the four bags she had just packed, a couple of which were so full that she had to take care not to spill their contents as she leaned forwards.  But once again, Mara had done this many times before, and was now happily weighed down with provisions for her day off.

 

            Goodness, did I really pack this much? Mara wondered as she shouldered her load and made for the front door, fluidly pirouetting through the gap in the front counter with her several bags, There must be a hundred pounds of desserts here.  Oh well, it's not like I was planning on going out on the town or anything tonight, and I reckon won't be going hungry.

 

            Mara reached the front of the shop, unlatched the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk, where the sky was several shades darker than it had any right to be at this time of year.  She pulled the door closed after her and locked it once more, taking a moment to glance at the pair of signs in the front window as she tucked her keys back into her purse.  One sign bore the image of a robustly built young woman with her hair worn up in a practical but not unattractive style, whose blue coveralls strained around her prominent bust, beaming triumphantly at anyone who passed.  “Another quality expansion by Rosie's Riveting: Call Us If You're Looking to Grow!” it said.  The other sign was one which Mara just picked up from Pleasant's Hardware the week before.  There was no art to it, but it carried the unambiguous message, “Now Hiring! Inquire Within!” 

 

            Mara chuckled to herself.  She had been worried that she was going to find herself overwhelmed with applicants, regular customers all too eager to spend their days surrounded by the stuff they were so happy to pay for already.  Instead, except for a few particularly loyal regulars, who seemed to have been asking more out of curiosity than ambition, no one had really inquired within, which was, in Mara's opinion, the entire point of the sign in the first place.  After three days of this, she could only conclude that her customers had noticed that, despite her and Chrissie's perennially expanding waistlines, running the bakery was an awful lot of work, and more often than not a long day on your feet as well.  Another peal of thunder reminded Mara that if she spent too much time musing in front of the store, there were likely to be consequences.  With a resigned shrug, Mara turned away from the storefront, shifting her bags as she did so as to carry most of their weight on her hips, which were every bit wide and full enough to support a hundred pounds of pastries, with plenty of room to spare.

 

            As Mara walked, the rain began to fall; small dark spots appearing growing on the sidewalk ahead of her.  As she passed the other shops and restaurants nearby, Mara regretted not trying to find a closer parking spot that morning.  The rain was starting to come down steadily now; droplets falling against her face, spattering against the bared expanse of her cleavage.  College kids waiting in front of the old theater huddled under the marquee as she passed; a few watched Mara with that sort of surprised awe that a person feels when something truly remarkable intrudes into the normalcy of everyday existence.  She smiled as she felt their eyes following her compellingly callypous figure, the rhythm of her shoes against the cracked sidewalk slowing ever so slightly as she indulged in letting her hips roll a little more visibly than she usually did when she was out in public, making sure that she stood up straight to show her figure off as proudly as she could, for it always made her feel curiously empowered to know that, though she was more than twice the age of the skinny girls gathered in under  the awnings, shielding their smoldering cigarettes against the rain, not all the eyes that followed her did so simply out of amazement.  Mara could feel the warmth of more than a few who watched her with appreciation and possibly something even a little more interested than that, a fact which she never failed to find indescribably stimulating.

 

            Warmed by a sense of inner satisfaction, Mara reached her truck.  It was a big one, jacked up several inches higher than it really needed to be, but it was large enough to carry her in comfort, and the presence of such an unabashedly rustic vehicle reminded Mara of the simple country life she had left behind, though she preferred to think of it more as the touch of rural living that she had brought with her into the city.  Mara heard the roar of an approaching downpour; she fished out her keys and unlocked the door.  The rain was starting to come harder now, and looking up the street she saw the gray wall of it rapidly approaching.  She shrugged the heavy bags off her shoulders, heaved them across the front seat and, seeing they had all landed more or less right-side-up, heaved herself in right after them.  Settling herself in on the wide front bench seat, Mara leaned out to pull the door closed after her.  There was a time when she had possessed a figure modest enough that she didn't have to worry about the door hitting her when she closed it, and a time after than when she had always tried to get towards the center of the truck to avoid letting her increasingly well-rounded hip get struck as she closed it.  Now though, Mara simply sat where she was and slammed the door shut, knowing that her surpassingly curvy hips were too wide to squeeze into the truck, and that they were now more than amply padded enough to suffer the impact.  All the same, as the door slammed closed, it made Mara's entire body bounce, her one hip pressed up very tightly against the door, while to the other side her figure bulged out across a good two thirds of the bench seat.  The engine rumbled to life as she turned the key.  Even with her seat pushed against the back of the cab, Mara felt the lower edge of the steering wheel pressing against her soft and heavy bosom, so huge that she had to shift gears entirely by feel, her enormous bust filling her entire lower field of vision.  She pulled out of the parking spot, and the rain finally came down in earnest, fat raindrops spattering heavily on the windshield in front of her.  Mara shifted into second; the gearshift knob nudging insistently against her luxuriously fat thigh, and with that, she was on her way home.

 

            The road was nearly deserted, despite the fact that it was Saturday night, and as Mara drove along she found most of her time taken up with waiting at empty red lights.  While she was waiting, Mara idly reached into the bag nearest to her, tugged the tinfoil off a large tray of Danishes, and began contentedly popping them into her mouth.  Though it was only about a dozen blocks from the shop to her house, by the time she was halfway home she had already devoured more than a third of the plate.  Squinting against the rain, Mara kept right on eating as she turned onto her street, and by the time she pulled up in front of her house, the platter next to her was considerably closer to being empty. 

 

            As she turned off the engine, the sky just opened up.  Mara could hear the rain hammering on the roof, already the gutters along the street were beginning to overflow as the roiling thunder suggested that the storm was planning on settling in for the night.

 

            Oh, come on, Mara thought, watching a small river flowing down the front steps of her house, Couldn't this have waited five more minutes?  Then again, it isn't like I've got anything important I need to be doing; I may as well wait here a bit and see if this lets up long enough for me to get inside.  And once again, Mara's hand disappeared into the bag by her side.  Before long all her frustration at being forced to wait on the rain had melted away.  The sound of the rain thrumming against the windshield actually had a kind of soothing rhythm to it if you didn't need to drive anywhere, and especially now that Mara had the leisure to savor her desserts, she found that the pastries were noticeably improving her outlook on life.  At least until she reached in for another one and her fingers met only the crumb-littered plastic of the empty tray.

 

            What? Gone already?  Well, I guess I've got more of an appetite than I thought.  Good thing I brought plenty more along, Mara thought as she studied the rain, trying to figure out if it were letting up at all, That's probably just about my favorite thing about being a baker, aside from making all those girls to happy all day, I can spend all my time just indulging.  Not that it seems to have been making much of a difference lately.  Ever since Chrissie finally outgrew me a couple months back I feel like I've hardly gained a pound.  Maybe it’s all the running around I've been doing trying to get the shop all renovated.  Then again, maybe now that Chrissie's an even bigger girl than I am, I don't feel like I have to stay ahead of her.  Whatever it is, it certainly doesn't seem to be slowing her down; she's probably put on another hundred pounds since that afternoon, and from the way she's spilling out of her clothes it looks like just about every ounce of it is going straight to her boobs.  Oh well, it isn't exactly like I've got nothing to show in that department, is it girls? Mara mused to herself as she patted her own billowsome pair appreciatively. Oh, it looks like the rain's letting up a bit; I'd better hop to it.

 

            In one swift motion, Mara seized her bags, threw open the door, jumped out of the truck and directly into a puddle that sank her feet in right up to her ankles.  Struggling to get all her bags arranged well enough to reach the front door, Mara balanced uneasily on the slippery street, nearly losing her footing as she pressed her lusciously well-padded behind against the door, getting the back of her skirt rather wet in the process.  The rain, as if it had been waiting to pounce, suddenly picked up again, subjecting Mara to a veritable deluge as she hurried up the steps of her house to the front door.

 

            “Damn, where are my keys?” Mara muttered as she dug through her voluminous purse.  The rain and the humidity were making her glasses fog up maddeningly, and she could hear the taunting jangle of her keys as they sank deeper into her purse as she rooted for them.  Mara was already thoroughly drenched.  She felt rivulets of water coursing down her neck, and trickling across the exposed flesh of her bust.  Her blouse was completely soaked already, the sodden fabric adhering tightly to her body.

 

            “Okay, finally!” Mara shouted in triumph as she dug out her house key and went to fit it into the lock, “Oh, Come on!”

 

            She keys slipped from her wet fingers and fell onto the front step.  Sighing with resignation, Mara laid her bags down to retrieve her wayward keyring.

 

            Okay, no point in getting upset about this, I can't get a whole lot wetter than I already am, Mara assured herself as she bent over to fumble blindly for the keys, her huge breasts slapping wetly together as she bent over, their well-soaked immensity rendering them very inconvenient at this particular moment.  As she fished around for her keys, Mara realized that she had been mistaken about not being able to get any more soaked than she already was.  Bent over as she was, the rain was rapidly penetrating her skirt; and the growing sensation of wetness against her skin suggested that her panties were soaking through in a hurry as well.

 

            Alright, let's try this again, Mara thought as she grasped her keys and, with deliberate care, unlocked the door, which swung open invitingly to welcome back to her well-lit and cozy home.  Mara reached down to retrieve the bags.  The paper ones emitted a quiet tearing noise and disintegrated as she tried to lift them, scattering foil-wrapped trays across a good portion of the front step.

 

            “I give up,” Mara sighed as she tossed her purse and the bags which had not fallen apart into the house, and, now utterly waterlogged, resignedly gathered the rest of the cellophane-wrapped platters and tossed them one by one through the open door.  Only when the last of them was safely inside did Mara finally step across the threshold herself, slam the door behind her with more force than was really required, only to stop and lean against it for a moment, with a look of stunned exhaustion on her face as a decent-sized pool of water gradually formed around her feet.

            Well, I think I could get by just fine without having to do that again any time soon, Mara thought as she regained her composure, I suppose I'd better get out of these clothes if I don't want to catch pneumonia.  Heavens, they're so heavy; I fancy I must have soaked up a few gallons of it while I was out there.  Right then, on to the business at hand.

 

            Her shoes squelching moistly as she crossed the floor, her sodden clothes leaving a damp trail as she went, Mara hastened into the bathroom, stopping only briefly to glance ruefully at the mirror.  Her blouse was plastered tightly to her body, conforming perfectly to her abundant curves except for a few wrinkles here and there, from her pillowy upper arms, to her lusciously titanic bosom, to her enormously overfed belly, or at least its bulging upper hemisphere that wasn't stuffed into her skirt.  The thin fabric was soaked to complete transparency, Mara's voluminous purple lace bra clearly visible in the light.  A shiver raced through Mara's body, rippling impressively through her sodden endowments.

 

            Oh, it's so cold in here, I'd better hurry up and get myself dried off, Mara thought to herself, What a shame, this is one of my favorite outfits; I hope everything will dry out well enough.  Then again, I suppose if it’s all ruined, that just means I have one less reason not to really let myself go for a change; after all, if I need to buy a new wardrobe anyway, I may as well give Lisa an excuse to break out a few of those really big designs she's been playing around with for Chrissie lately. 

 

            Mara removed her glasses and laid them aside, their thick frames clinking sharply against the white porcelain of the sink; she pulled the chopsticks out of her hair, shaking her head back as her sopping wet hair fell heavily about her fat shoulders.  Mara stepped into the bathtub, which was absolutely enormous, by the standard of such things; it had been one of the first luxuries she had bought for herself when the Muffin Top had started to really turn a profit, a reward for all those times when spending all day on her feet rushing around the shop in high heels left her so sore she could hardly walk.  Mara reached behind herself, at the small of her back just above where her gigantic ass swelled out so irresistibly behind her.  The zipper that held her skirt in place was stuck, its small metal tab too slippery for her to get a good hold of at this awkward angle, while her skirt seemed to tighten rebelliously around her sumptuous hips as if the combination of the rain and the heat of her body had caused it to shrink somehow.

 

            Damn, damn, damn, Mara swore to herself as she struggled to free herself, First I get rained on more than any decent woman with a job in the city deserves to, and now this stupid skirt won't even come off so I can dry my fat ass off, get warmed up, have a drink, and spend the rest of my evening reading a book and stuffing myself like a civilized human being!

 

            “Aughhh!” Pulling at the zipper with a strength borne of absolute frustration, Mara heard the telltale rip of fabric tearing as the entire backside of her skirt suddenly split wide open, “Fine! Stupid skirt, getting in my way!”

 

            For a few moments Mara struggled to work her way out of the ruined garment, fighting to get it down past her expansive hips with entirely more anger than she usually undressed with.  About the time she finally got it below her knees and was able to step out of it properly, it dawned on Mara that she was getting considerably more worked up about this than she had any right to be; her pulse was racing, and across her more than ample bosom bloomed a red flush of anger so bright that she could see it through the moist fabric of her blouse.

 

            Okay, take a moment there, Mara, get a grip on yourself girl, Mara thought as she stopped to compose herself as much as a person can properly do while standing half-naked and thoroughly soaked in a bathtub on a Saturday night, Why am I getting so upset about this?  My ride home wasn't exactly a trip to heaven and back, but other than that life's been treating me nice enough.  It was even kind of fun to have a slow day at the shop after all that's been going on lately with the renovation and trying to make sure Chrissie has time to do her modeling and trying to hire on some new help for the shop and- Well, that's it right there!  Just listen to me going on, there's so much happening right now it's no wonder I'm walking around like a lit stick of dynamite.  Okay then, I'm going to take a deep breath, calm down, and spend the rest of the night only doing things that help me relax, and not declaring my undying enmity against any more clothes, no matter how poorly they fit me.

 

            And with that, Mara took a deep breath which, to her boundless relief, popped about a dozen buttons off of her blouse.  As the tension of the wet fabric of her blouse suddenly released, it burst wide open down her front, revealing the long, deep chasm between her fat breasts, beginning just below her neck and continuing downwards to where a purple lace bra of expansive dimensions strained to support her two lusciously swollen melons.

 

            Ah, now that's more like it, Mara sighed as she shrugged her well-padded shoulders out of the blouse, which deflated shapelessly, clinging to itself as she slipped it off her bountiful curves.  In a few seconds more she was standing there in just her underclothes; a pair of bright purple lace panties to match her bra, both soaked completely through, Goodness, I think I have been losing weight!  Just a few weeks ago these were getting so tight they were starting to dig into my hips awfully, and now just look at them; they fit me perfectly?  What kind of position have I gotten myself into where I can go for nearly a month without splitting my seams?  Okay, Mara, don't let yourself go getting all exercised again; maybe the fabric's just stretching a bit because it's so wet, that's probably all there is to it; I bet I'm just as fat as I've ever been, all the running around I've been doing lately notwithstanding.  Alright then, I'm letting my imagination run away with me; I just need to slip into something dry, grab a platter or two of leftovers and settle in for the night and before I know it I'll be feeling right as rain, well, maybe not that exactly, I think I've had more than enough rain to last me for one night.

 

            And trying very hard to push her worries aside, Mara devoted her energies to getting undressed properly.  Stepping out of her panties while staying in the bathtub was a challenge; they were so wet that they stuck to her skin, making it impossible for her to simple step out of them, while when she bent over to pull them down, Mara's well-earned belly pushed so very tightly against their front that it took all the strength she could muster to wrestle them far enough down her voluptuous thighs for gravity to do the rest of the job.  Finally Mara set to removing her bra.  Even by the impressive standards of Lisa's usual handiwork, it was an marvelous piece of engineering, supporting as it did Mara's massive bosom, while also offering sufficient lift and shape that when Mara was fully dressed the casual observer had no idea just how much weight she had to carry around up there.  As Mara reached behind her back and deftly unhooked the dozen clasps that kept her monumental brassiere in place, however, it released its ponderous burden.

 

            The instant Mara's bra was undone her huge breasts slipped free of their cups, as if the day's confinement had left them eager to return to their natural shape.  No longer so nearly spherical, gravity's insistent tugging at the several dozen gallons of fat within them caused Mara's breasts to hang several inches lower, her pale, tender skin straining to support their excessive weight.  Indeed, it was likely that her overfilled melons would have hung lower still, stretching Mara's overladen flesh even more, but fortunately her immensely fat belly lent her bosom more than a little support.  Completely naked now, Mara sighed with relief.  A band of bright red marks encircled her middle where the wet elastic of her panties had been digging into her skin, and her breasts remained noticeably pinkish where they had chafed against her waterlogged bra, the pattern of lace still imprinted on their yielding skin, and they jiggled with yielding ripeness in a way entirely more hypnotic than when they were supported.

 

            All the same, Mara gazed at her reflection in the mirror with boundless delight, for though hers was not a figure that would ever land her a centerfold shoot in Playboy, nor would she ever be likely to grace the cover of some women's magazine proclaiming the relative merits of aerobics versus yoga, Mara was enormously pleased with just about every inch of herself.

 

            Oh, I have got to start going to the gym with Chrissie when things at the shop calm down a little; my back is just killing me, Mara mused as she rubbed the small of her back, Maybe it's just all the stress of managing the expansion and everything and- okay, no need to lie to yourself, Mara, you wear three inch heels to work every day and your boobs weigh three hundred pounds, all told; it isn't just the stress.  Still, they do still look pretty damn good if I do say so myself; even my stretch marks are starting to fade, though I feel like I've gone through a truckload of cocoa butter just to get this far.  Oh well, big girl problems, I suppose; if I'm going to go all out to be fat and sassy, I can hardly fuss at myself for having to put up with a few attendant troubles.

 

            Mara hefted one of her oversized mammaries thoughtfully, exposing its pale underside in the mirror before her.  Both it and its twin jiggled in response to this treatment, and as Mara struggled with the weight and bulk of her vast bosom her nipples, stimulated by their exposure to the cool air and the touch of her fingers, sprung to attention.  Mara felt a constricting tightness race through her flesh as they perked up, each one as big as an overripe strawberry.  Mara shivered.

 

            Great, now I'm hungry and horny.  I suppose I could be jealous of Chrissie getting to spend the night out getting romanced by some young fella, but I guess if I was really serious about getting a little action myself, I wouldn't spend all my time at work surrounded by women.  Then again, Gina did offer to set me up with her cousin a couple weeks ago; I wonder if she really meant it when she said he liked a woman with a full figure, or if he knows just how much fuller a figure he'd be getting in me.  Oh well, no help for it tonight; at least I brought home plenty from the shop to help me with the hungry part of my problems, and I think I've still got a couple of romance novels in the bottom of my library bag; they're nowhere near the same thing as a good roll in the hay, if I get a drink or two in me first, they might help me curl my toes well enough for tonight.  Alright then, standing around naked in the bathtub all evening isn't going to do my back or my disposition any good; where did I leave my robe at?

 

            Reaching for the voluminous blue silk robe that hung nearby, Mara turned and once more found herself frowning at her reflection.  Is that really all the belly I've got now?  Gracious me, I must be losing weight.  No wonder my boobs are so sore; I'm not nearly round enough below to hold them properly.  Well then, I know what my mission for the evening is.  I've got half a dozen bags just overflowing with desserts and nothing to do tonight but lie around and gorge myself which, come to think of it, sounds like an absolutely wonderful way to spend a dark and stormy night.

 

            With renewed determination, Mara cinched up the belt of her robe and tied it in place.  Even if she had lost a few pounds, her belly remained far too expansive for the robe to cover, and Mara tied it, as usual, around the top of her belly.  This had the impressive effect of squashing her massive breasts together tightly while displaying a staggering expanse of cleavage.  Down below the robe tended to spread a bit in the front, exposing Mara's deep navel and everything out to a few inches on either side of it.  The robe did nothing at all to defend her modesty in front, though at least while she was standing the sheer immensity of her belly offered Mara a modicum of decency.  Behind her the robe served her no better; Mara's breathtakingly pear-shaped rear was so marvelously lush that a good third of her becomingly dimpled ass was exposed. 

 

            There we are then, Mara smiled to herself approvingly, I think that's as close to decent as I fell like being tonight.  Now then, I'm starving!

 

            With a speed and grace that any observer would find startling, Mara made her way to the front door.  Shivering with anticipation, she carried her tremendous weight with well-practiced ease, with only the tortured creaking of the floorboards beneath her bare feet testifying to the tremendous burden they were forced to carry.  At the front door, Mara could still hear the pounding of the rain, but now that she was warm and dry, the sound of it was much more comforting.  The front shades were still open; every few seconds a flash of lightning lit the street as bright as day.  Mara smiled to herself; if anyone was crazy enough to be out on a night like this and happened to be passing by, she wondered what they would think at the sight of a woman whose lavish endowments looked all too likely to break free from her robe entirely, blithely displaying herself to the world as it passed by her window.  Smiling more lasciviously now, Mara inhaled deeply as she leaned forward to pick up a platter of apple Danishes; if anyone was outside, she wanted to be sure to give them a good show.  Mara took the platter over to the couch, thought for a moment, and then went back to the front door and brought back another two.  Now amply provisioned, Mara plumped herself down on the couch with a sigh, and surrendered ever so willingly to her cravings.

 

            Well, it may not be a night out on the town but this is still a pleasant enough way to pass an evening, Mara thought as she dispatched a dozen Danishes in rapid succession, Oh, I'm finally starting to feel like myself again.  Maybe I was just hungry all along; I have been pushing myself awfully hard lately.  Mmm, it just feels so good to have some time to let myself go for a change.  What? Is that all the Danishes gone already?  Well, good thing for me there's plenty more where those came from.

 

            And with the obvious delight of a woman immersed in her natural element, Mara cast aside all restraint.  Every pastry that she swallowed down lifted her spirits higher and higher as the mountain by the front door gradually diminished and a modest heap of empty plates and trays, most of them licked absolutely clean, accumulated on the coffee table.  Mara was already feeling very pleasantly full, the long-missed sensation warmth deep in her belly building and filling her body like the heat of a cozy fire on this cold, wet night.  Before long Mara felt the belt of her robe beginning to get tighter as well.  She had tied it as generously as she could, and it pleased her to no end to feel it growing snug around her expansive middle caused her no end of delight.  In her current position, reclining on the sofa as she was, Mara's massive bosom all but hid her belly from her sight, but what she could see of it was nothing short of magnificent.  Her belly, full and round though it was, was beginning to bulge out around the belt; the inch-wide strip of thin fabric digging into the lush expanse of pale flesh surrounding it.  A few more minutes of attending to her unending desires and Mara couldn't see even that much; the belt was now wholly hidden by her fattening belly, and from the way that her swollen breasts pressed in against each other to further limit her view Mara could only conclude that her yearning for sweets was beginning to affect them as well.  Still eating with lustful abandon, Mara could feel the belt tightening around her body as her massive belly grew larger and more luscious.  Her breasts submissively swelled with fat, pressing more and more insistently together as they began to outgrow the confines of her robe.  They began to spill out more and more noticeably where they were exposed, their pale, and still faintly striated flesh quivering desirously, as if Mara's body itself had been missing this sort of treatment, and now trembled with excitement at the prospect of becoming every bit as fat and full as Mara was intent on rendering herself tonight.

 

            When Mara sat up to go get more, she discovered her behind, which was already fattened to a temptingly unnatural size, had not been spared the effects of her self-indulgence.  She felt as if someone had injected several gallons of jello into her ass, leaving her with the slightly unsettling but very pleasurable sensation of feeling precariously balanced atop her own overstuffed seat. 

 

            Oh, now this is what I've been wanting, Mara sighed, Just look at me; I'm almost as wide as the couch!  Well, maybe closer to two thirds as wide really, at least for now, but the night is young.  Goodness but my belly is getting heavy; it has to be sticking out a good six inches past than my knees by now.  Oof.  I'd better stand up and get the second course while I still can.

 

            With more than a little effort, Mara heaved herself up off the sofa and made for the front door again.  If she had doubted that she was really putting on weight before, all Mara's doubts were dispelled with her first step.  Her thighs had become so splendidly fat that Mara found it impossible to walk without keeping her legs spread considerably farther apart than she was comfortable with.  Her tremendous belly swayed distractingly from side to side as she walked, making it almost impossible for Mara to walk in a straight line.  And even at this modest pace, Mara could feel her prodigiously pear-shaped derriere bouncing as if she were filled to the brim with jelly.

 

            I hope I don't jiggle this much when I'm dressed for work, Mara worried, maybe I'm just not used to it yet, but this is really starting to get me hot and bothered.  I've got enough trouble at the shop just keeping all the customers' orders straight as it is; I can only imagine how touch it'll be to do if I'm always feeling primed and ready to blow.  Oh well, more fat girl problems I suppose; that's just the price I'm gonna pay because I am not nearly done with this tonight.  Gracious though, my boobs are looking awfully full already; I'll be lucky if they don't just spill right out when I lean over.

 

            As she reached the front door and steadied herself before trying to bend over again, Mara noticed her reflection in the door.  The robe which had once been wholly unequal to covering her was now little more than a piece of tantalizing lingerie.  Mara's belly had grown so huge and round and wide that it was laid bare in all its glory, while her blossoming hips and overstuffed ass had made the hemline retreat up so high that even what it still covered was just a tease, as the thin material hugged Mara's figure like a second skin, albeit one that was growing uncomfortably tight with every additional pound she gained.  Mara felt the cool air against her bare body; she felt a new tightness in her chest as her nipples plumped up, looking as if they might at any moment poke through the blue silk that barely contained them.  Thunder murmured nearby; close enough that Mara heard the dishes in the china cabinet rattling softly, and felt the rumbling vibration of it gently rippling through her own body, stroking her already heightened senses to an almost unbearably intensity.

 

            Oh, why do I have to be all horny right now; it's so frustrating.  Hmmph, Mara thought as she bent over to pick up an armload of desserts, throwing a bag of them over one shoulder and gathering up a heap of platters in her arms, accidentally smearing a generous amount of icing and similar substances on her chest in the process, clutching her armload tightly against her gargantuan bosom to keep from dropping anything, Okay, no need to be getting frustrated with yourself again, Mara.  It's not like you even really want a man right now.  Remember that no-good secretary-chasing ex-husband of yours?  You've got a good business, plenty of friends, and a shoebox full of things up under your bed that are more fun than that spoony junior executive ever was.  You are going to go upstairs to your room, stuff yourself until you can hardly move, and read a nice, steamy romance novel, okay?  Alright then, I'm glad I had this talk with me, so if I can just get up the stairs without getting myself even more lathered up than I am already, I'll be off to a good start.

 

            The stairs creaked and sagged beneath her weight as Mara climbed them, one ponderous step at a time.  With her arms piled high with pastries, she had no way to steady herself and lusciously over-laden as she was there were a couple times on her way up that Mara felt as if she was going to topple over backwards if her immense thighs kept getting in the way of each other and her sumptuously spreading hips kept banging against the banister.  Indeed, a woman less devoted to worshiping at the altar of overindulgence might have had second thoughts by the time she reached the top, balancing precariously on the edge of the upstairs landing, her vast bosom heaving with exertion and sticky with frosting and fruit filling.  A lesser woman might have decided that to eat even another bite was absolutely out of the question, discovering that she had already become so enormously voluptuous that simply getting around her own house had become too demanding for her strength.  Such a woman might have wisely decided not to eat another bite, however lonely and frustrated she might be, and however many desserts positively dripping with sweetness might be gathered in her soft embrace.  Happily for us, good reader, Mara was no normal woman, and if anything the challenges that came from pushing herself to her very limits only whetted her appetite further.

 

            Oh, but it feels so incredible to be putting on weight again! Mara sighed to herself as she waddled into her bedroom and began piling her burden of sweets upon the bedside table, It's so easy to forget why I got into this line of work in the first place when all the daily worries of business crowd out the sheer joy of seeing my waistline expand!

 

            Soon the bedside table was piled as high as it could be; only Mara's mastery at stacking things kept the entire heap from sliding clean off onto the floor.  Mara unslung the bag from her shoulder and set it down on the bed, its contents settling audibly as she stood up straight and rubbed her plump shoulder, looking at a picture on the wall showing an generously-built woman standing in front of a storefront and beaming with pride

 

            Gracious, it's hard to believe that was me five years ago.  I mean, I look so young; I had no idea how much work it was going to take to make things work, all the late nights and early mornings, all the custom orders and deliveries all over town, Mara mused as she slipped into bed, reclining on a good-sized heap of pillows, well within reach of the delicacy-laden nightstand, I was hardly more than a slip of a girl back then.  I couldn't have possibly weighed more than three hundred; if only I knew what big things awaited me in the future.

 

            Settling in now, Mara gave a deep sigh of contentment.  All her worries seemed to recede into the distance.  Her belly was pleasantly full, just at that perfect point that told her she had already eaten too much, but still had room for plenty more, and every luscious inch of her body felt soaked through with pleasure as Mara dabbed at a dollop of frosting on her breast, licked her fingers clean, and reached for a pineapple cobbler.

 

            There's just so much more of me now; it all feels so amazing.  I remember the thrill I felt the first time I got my grandmother's secret filling recipe right and put on a hundred pounds in an afternoon.  It was so exciting, I was terrified; I felt sure I was going to explode as I got fatter and fatter with nothing to do but feel myself getting bigger.  I remember exactly how I felt when I resigned myself to it, let all my cares slip away and just let the waves of bliss wash over me as I blew up.  It was hours later when I finally came to- the sun setting red through the kitchen window, my clothes lying in tatters around me as I lay there on the floor of the old farmhouse kitchen.  That was it, the moment when I knew what my calling in this world was: to bring that same pleasure to as many women as I possibly could, and to grab a little more of it myself whenever I could get away with it.  I felt so indescribably huge that evening; it's hard to believe that didn't weight close to half of what I do now.

 

            Mara smiled to herself as she let the first empty platter slip off the nightstand and fall with a clatter onto the hard floor.  Hardly missing a beat, she started in on the next one, even as she felt her belly getting bigger, lifting her fat-swollen breasts nearer to her chin.

 

            Alright, what's next on my reading list then? Mara thought, picking up a book that lay beside her on the bed and opening it to where a wrinkled sheet of wax-paper served as a bookmark.  The cover bore a picture of a tolerably buxom young woman wrapped in the passionate embrace of a man who was not wearing his kilt in a historically correct manner at all, beneath the title in embossed golden script: “For the Love of Scotty McMullet” Oh yes, I was just getting to the good part, wasn't I? Mara mused as she grabbed another pastry.

 

            Mara's gaze flitted across the page as she neared the climax of the two star-crossed lovers.  Kathleen Windsorhampton had just learned that the titular Scotty Mcmullet, whose brooding handsomeness had attracted her even as his coarse manners repelled her was in fact not only a Scottish Lord, but also an infamous pirate and a brooding and manipulative business executive.  Mara licked her finger and turned the page, swallowing down another pastry in anticipation, her robe protesting quietly as her figure continued to expand.  Kathleen, it was revealed, was not merely the high-born but poverty stricken daughter of a baronet, as she had always believed, but was in fact the rightful heir to the throne of the kingdom of Upper Slobovia, but the crown would only pass to her if she would consent to marry a man of noble blood.  Could she possibly dare to love this brooding and handsome man who had treated her so roughly, and at whose hands she had suffered so many exquisite indignities?  And yet, she knew that if the love of any woman could possibly tame him, it was hers.  This was getting good; Mara slid another empty plate to the side and tucked into another.  She was starting to feel delightfully full now; the belt of her robe was slipping up higher and higher until it finally started to dig in just under her overfattened breasts.  Mara had always been very sensitive there, especially now that she was growing again.  They was starting to hurt as Mara leaned over to get an éclair; any other time she would have stopped to adjust her huge and unwieldy bosom, but she was almost to the juicy part now.

 

            Kathleen had just learned that if she didn't choose a husband, and if the marriage wasn't consummated by midnight on her twenty-first birthday (which is just the day it happened to be, as luck would have it) then instead her spiteful and manipulative stepsister, Griselda, would inherit the kingdom and turn her entire family out on the streets to be prostitutes and used car salesmen.  Mara was getting hot; if she hadn't needed both her hands to hold the book and carry on with stuffing herself, one of those hands would have been wandering down beneath the covers by now, trying to push past her bulging belly to rub herself somewhere even more stimulating.  Kathleen looked deep into Scotty McMullet's eyes (which were still smoldering broodingly, in case you were wondering).  She pulled him close to her willowy form, and as he embraced her she could feel his hot breath on her slender neck, his strong arms enclosing her around her narrow waist as he easily lifted her off the floor and pressed her modest bust against his-

 

            “Come, on!” Mara sighed with disappointment as she threw the book across the room, where it bounced apologetically off the wall and fell to the floor as she tried to quench the fires of her displeasure with a fistful of éclairs, “Why does every damn heroine in these stories have to be slender and willowy?  I mean honestly; there aren't that many women like that running around in the world anyway, and the ones that there are probably don't have any trouble finding a bit of action.  I wish someone would go ahead and write one of these where the heroine has some real curves.  Pirates, millionaires, bondage; it's all been done to death!  I want to read a romance where a girl I can relate to ends up with her sex-filled happily-ever-after!  Okay, I am now officially too sober to be in this kind of a mood right now; where did I leave that bottle of wine?”

 

            Mara leaned over the edge of the bed, fishing around on the floor by her nightstand.  As she reached for the floor, her immense breasts were squeezed between her body and the mattress, bulging out lushly around her plump arms, their normally supple skin growing taut as Mare pressed her weight on top of them.  As Mara continued to blindly grope around by the bed, she gave a groan from the effort of compressing her lushly enlarged bosom so sorely.  Squeezed tighter yet, Mara's breasts pressed up firmly against her neck, her blossoming cleavage rising to meet her chin, and making it impossible for her to see what she was doing.  She sighed; squashing her boobs like this was getting very uncomfortable, but at last she felt the smooth, cool neck of the bottle against her fingers, and with a burst of effort, Mara heaved herself back over to the middle of the bed.  It was a bottle of red, not the best she had ever had, but good enough for her current needs.

 

            Oh good, it's almost full.  I wondered how much I drank the other night, Mara thought approvingly as she pulled the stopper out, Finally something's gone right tonight.  Is my wine glass still on the table there- okay, there's no way I'm going to drag myself out of bed again to look for a glass; there's not another soul around to see me and I just need a drink right now.  Bottoms up!

 

            Mara raised the bottle as if to toast the empty bedroom, them tipped her head back and took a long swig from the bottle.  The world immediately seemed a little easier to deal with, so in hopes of further improving the state of things, she quickly took another, and then another.  By about her fifth mouthful (Was it her fifth? Mara wondered; she had already lost count) the bottle was nearly half empty, and Mara could already feel the warmth of the wine percolating up into her head, as a gentle sort of  relaxing looseness spread through her body.

 

            Ah, that's better already, Mara thought, patting her massive belly thoughtfully and curling up her toes, What was I thinking about again?  Oh well, if it was anything important, I'm sure it'll come back to me; right now it's time to get back to the main event.

 

            Mara reached over to the nightstand and dragged a bag over to herself.  Reaching inside of it, she drew out an apple pie more than a foot wide and a good bit heavier than it looked.  Regarding for a moment what the best way to attack it without any silverware might be, Mara finally just gave up and dug into it with her hands, thinking that she had been meaning to wash these sheets the next day anyway.

 

            Whether it was simply because it was that good of a pie or because the wine had aroused her senses, or just because right now Mara just really wanted to eat as much as she could possibly hold, the pie was just too delicious for words.  By her second bite, all caution about trying to keep herself neat was forgotten, as Mara lustfully scooped it into her mouth, thick red drops of filling dropping here and there onto her expansive bosom, where they remained for a few minutes until the heat of her body softened them until they slid stickily downwards into her cleavage.  When this pie was done Mara, hardly taking a moment to even catch her breath, reached into the bag and pulled out another one, this one cherry, and if anything larger than the last.  Like a woman possessed she devoured it.  As she stuffed each handful past her lips, Mara could feel its infinitely pleasing effects on her body.  Her belly was starting to feel a little too full for comfort; Mara could feel her robe growing distractingly snug around her expanding middle, the gap in front widening to reveal more and more of her luxuriously round and well-fed belly, steadily becoming larger and larger as she carried on.  As Mara set that empty pie tin clattering aside and started in on the next, (this one packed with candied pears, a personal favorite of hers) she felt her enormously fattening feast affecting the rest of her body as well.  The bedsprings creaked beneath her luxuriously overstuffed behind as it billowed to ever larger dimensions, the obscene richness of her own cooking swiftly adding inches to a figure the circumference of which was already more easily measured in feet.  Licking fruit filling and a few stray bits of pie crust from her fingers, Mara gave a self-satisfied shimmy, thrilled at the way her bottom wobbled beneath her, its enticing excess lifting her higher and higher where she lay.  Her robe was too short to cover any of it now; Mara could feel the soft velour of the blanket pressed gently against the naked skin of her quiveringly overstuffed bottom, her hips spreading wider and wider as she loaded her body with as much as she dared to.  Tossing the now empty bag onto the floor, Mara tugged over the second one, pulled out a pie positively spilling over with key-lime crème, and set to work on it.

 

            Now, every single thing that Mara made at the Muffin Top, even the plainest blueberry bagel, contained at least a little of her secret ingredient, a cream so very potent and fattening that anything more than the smallest amount of it could cause a woman to gain weight at a positively staggering rate.  This particular pie though, was rather a specialty of hers, for it was so thick and heavy with cream that Mara had often claimed that even a taste of it was enough to make a woman gain a good five pounds, and as a result, Mara was in the habit of not selling more than a single slice to any one customer on a given day, save for in those rare cases when one of her regulars, for whatever reason (and their reasons were many, from the sublimely mundane, to the odd practical joke, to erotic purposes that Mara could easily guess when some full-figured girl would blush when Mara asked her just why she needed three large slices to take home for dinner with her boyfriend)  In any case, I only take the time to give you this explanation because Mara, blissfully heedless of her own ballooning belly, dug right into it.

 

            The effects were almost instantaneous.  The moment she swallowed down her first bite, Mara felt the fullness in her belly increasing far more rapidly and uncontrollably than before.  After just the second bite, she felt enormously bloated, her tummy distended to a positively alarming degree.  As if she were starving instead of stuffing herself well beyond the point of satiation, Mara's appetite was only whetted further.  With her middle expanding visibly with each bite she took and the belt of her robe now so tight that she felt like it was about to cut in in half, Mara crammed herself with still more.  Her breasts, already wobbling with overfullness, began to fatten.  It was as if all the impossibly cloying sweetness that she had glutted herself with had been building up inside of her, like a dam holding back a flood-swollen river, or a balloon forced to hold more and more until it burst.  With a great rushing, throbbing torrent, Mara's breasts inflated before her eyes as a great fattening tide rushed into them.  Gallons rushed into their already overfilled immensity, and quivering with an almost liquid softness they bulged out of her robe like two balloons in a vise.  Discomfort was beginning to give way to pain; everything felt so tight now, so awfully tight, but all that Mara could think about was how exquisite it would feel once they were even more massive.  Constrained by her robe, however ineffectively, her rising breasts began to press more and more insistently against Mara's chin, forcing her to hold the pie tin at an ever more awkward angle, each bite she took forcing her chin deeper into her billowing cleavage.  Her field of vision was filled with a vast, quivering expanse of pale flesh.  Mara could see the faint blue outline of veins beneath her skin as her self-inflicted deluge of weight gain forced her breasts to stretch farther and farther to contain it all. 

 

            Overcome from both above and below, her belt felt like it was about to cut her in two, but still Mara ate.  The thrill, the sheer ecstasy of it, even the pain made her feel more alive than she could remember feeling.  Every stitch that pooped loose under the onslaught of her increasing girth, every reluctant shudder of her own body she grew more thrillingly voluptuous, only served to stoke the fire of Mara's insatiable longing.  As she forced herself to cram down the last bite, her belt surrendered, snapping in two so violently that even Mara's massive breasts, each of which weighed fully two hundred fifty pounds, shuddered from the shock, their undersides numb for a moment from the force, until the aftereffects of having something under so much tension split right underneath them registered, and Mara groaned as if both of her huge, soft, delicately overfilled breasts had been licked by a whip.  Defeated at last, her robe fell wide open.  Mara's breasts spilled outwards.  Ponderously overladen, they hung so very heavily from her chest, their massive weight almost too much for her to take.  Mara felt them weighing down against her extravagantly overfilled belly; their weight and softness made them spread out more to her sides, the vast, lush immensity of her bosom swelling with soft insistence against her arms.  As her robe fell open in front, Mara's belly also yielded to gravity, if only a little, its improbably fertile roundness giving way to a shape less suggestive of pregnancy and more of a life of unhampered self-indulgence on a truly breathtaking scale.  Mara felt the changes in her body slowing down that that she had finished, at least for the moment, her orgy of feasting, but her breasts, each now swollen with several hundred pounds of quivering flesh, were still expanding, though at a rate that suggested that even her own body was unsure of just how much more of this Mara could take.  Finally it was over, and Mara breathed a great sigh of satisfaction, a sheen of sweat coating her bare skin, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of bliss.

 

            Ohh, I have been needing that for months, Mara thought as she gazed appreciatively at the lavish overfullness of her body, Oh, I hope I can still get out of bed; I had no idea that last one would make me so much heavier.  It just feels so good to be stretching myself again, and to give my figure an extra helping of slap and jiggle.  Okay then, I reckon I'd better see if I can still walk with all these extra pounds.

 

            Eager to discover what new pleasures her overfed figure might bring her, but careful not to be too rough with her tantalizingly swollen body, Mara rolled over on her hands and knees to crawl out of bed.  It was at this moment that she discovered just how much more of her there was now.  Before this night her belly had been so huge it would rub against the bedspread beneath her if didn't keep her back arched.  Now though it filled the space between herself and the mattress completely, so sumptuously full and round that even if she had had another six inches of space for her massive tummy it would still have weighed heavily against the bed beneath her with a firm and constant pressure that seemed all too likely to ignite her passions again.  Mara's belly swelled out fully a foot to either side of her body, her fat, sensual thighs pressing up underneath it as she tried to crawl.  Mara's breasts too, were enlarged to an almost debilitating degree.  Each one was nearly as large as her belly now, but vastly more yielding, their pale, supple flesh billowing out around Mara's plump arms as she crawled, her nipples, still almost painfully sensitive, sending jolts of pleasure through her already overstimulated body.  Indeed, Mara had only moved a few inches when she discovered that unless she kept her arms as straight as possible, her breasts, like two huge, enormously overstuffed pillows, would simply trap her in place, and had they not been quite so sore and sensitive, Mara might have quite contentedly fallen asleep on top of them.

 

            I hope I haven't gone and overdone it this time, Mara wondered as she climbed out of bed, the floorboards complaining audibly as she stood up, her legs feeling barely equal to the task of supporting so much extra weight, I don't suppose being much bigger out back will be much of a problem at work, and aside from interfering with the cash register, I expect I can get used to carrying around a belly as big as a barn easily enough.  Good gracious though, I don't know what how I'm supposed to get any work done with a pair of tits like these filling up all the space in front of me!  I'm either going to have to learn to balance a mixing bowl on top of my boobs or work topless and see if I can't spread them apart far enough to see the counter in front of me.  Well, I have been meaning to expand my staff a little bit; maybe if we hire on one or two new girls Chrissie can take over more of the shop's business and I can spend more time just being the hostess and a living tribute to the power of old-fashioned cooking.  Oh my gosh, am I really that huge?

 

            Mara caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and froze.  She was simply enormous, far larger in several ways than she had ever imagined a single evening of wanton indulgence could have rendered her.  Round as it was, Mara's belly swelled almost down to her knees, and she was so breathtakingly big about the middle that she couldn't even begin to reach all the way around herself.  Even wider were her hips, now stuffed to the point where Mara wondered how she was even going to be able to fasten a skirt around herself now, to say nothing of getting into her car.  They spread more than four feet across, and when Mara moved they seemed to sway seductively as if they had a will of their own.  Her ass was so staggeringly vast that it wobbled with barely-contained immensity even as Mara stood still.  Reaching back and grasping a handful of herself, Mara was amazed so feel how enticingly supple her rump remained, almost daring her to see just how much more fattening its jigglesome and dimpled expanse could endure. 

 

            Her breasts though, that was something different entirely.  Everything else Mara had sort of expected after a fashion, though not quite so much of it all at once.  Her figure had always tended towards the pearish side of things, her belly and hips growing more voluptuous the longer she succumbed to the temptations of a well-stocked bakery.  Her breasts though, huge though they might have been by the standards of any regular woman, had always been somewhat modest in comparison to the rest of Mara's figure.  This last binge somehow, had left them spectacularly overblown.  Clearly they weren't as well suited to this kind of treatment as the rest of her was; Mara could see a faint tracery of blue veins beneath their skin, which felt rather overstretched compared to the rest of her.  Her areolae had been drawn until they were several inches wider than her hands, their cherry red now faded to a rosy pink.  Her nipples remained proud and firm, and though they were noticeably swollen after Mara's recent ordeal, they had been somehow been spared the same overinflation which had left the rest of Mara's bosom so backbreakingly overfilled.  There was something about their shape too, that suggested to Mara that her breasts had been very nearly filled beyond their limits.  It had been years since her breasts could be described as perky; no woman who wears a bra that could be used to carry a pair of prize-winning pumpkins worries about poking someone's eye out.  Indeed, Mara's breasts had long since had a sort of fertile and matronly teardrop shape to them.  Now though, there was just this subtle overfullness about their shape, as if her breasts were a pair of water balloons that had been forced to hold more and more until their own unsupported weight was very nearly enough to make them burst. 

 

            Well, it's a good thing I wasn't set on making myself even bigger up top than Chrissie, Mara thought with relief, wincing at the idea of her too-tender breasts being pumped full of more than they could hold, Well, I guess I won't be having anything more to eat just this moment; I'd better go downstairs though and give Lisa a call at the dress shop; even if she isn't working late tonight, I can at least let her know to expect me Monday morning for an emergency fitting.  Well then, nothing to do but spend the rest of the weekend lazing around getting better acquainted with myself.  Gracious, how does Chrissie get any work done in the kitchen with a pair like these looming out in front of her all day long?

 

            Mara managed to walk unsteadily out of her room, grabbing the rest of the wine on her way out, and taking a deep drink from the bottle, her spectacular ass banging against the doorframe on her way out, causing everything south of her waist to jiggle in a way that seemed to openly defy the laws of gravity.  Mara descended the stairs with an equal lack of equilibrium.  Gripping the bannister tightly with one chubby hand and the mostly empty bottle with the other, each step only served to remind her of just how much weight she had gained in the last couple of hours.  Each step made her entire body, especially her gargantuan breasts, wobble so sensuously that it almost brought Mara to her knees.  And while the sound of her expansive hips rubbing against the walls tended to drown anything else out, Mara was sure she could hear the plaster cracking down by the steps as they sagged beneath her weight.

 

            Okay then, no more for me tonight, Mara decided as she reached the foot of the stairs, tilting the wine bottle up to suck down the last few drops inside, I'm tired, I'm more than a little tipsy, I've had more than enough satisfaction o hold me for one night, and if I let myself get any fatter I'm not going to fit in my house anymore; I think I'd better just put everything else away and call it a night.  Oh, I must be drunker than I thought, it's so awfully hard to walk in a straight line right now.

 

            Swaying with every step and looking very much as if she had become entirely too top-heavy to keep to her feet at all, Mara made her wavering way to the front door, where overlooked desserts remained.  Mara paused there, once again grateful to be warm and cozy and well-fed on a night like this, and with a look of marked doubtfulness, she tried to bend over and pick up the rest of the left-overs.

 

            “Oof!” New rule for Mara: No more picking stuff up off the floor, Mara told herself as she leaned over, her monumental breasts suddenly becoming even more of an inconvenience than they were before, swinging out in front of her hanging in her way as inconveniently as if she had been trying to reach around two beanbag chairs, Come on, you can reach- there's the brownies, and the cheesecake, and the- oh, I'd forgotten all about that!”

 

            Mara straightened up quickly, rather too quickly, as a twinge of pain in her lower back told her that her body had suffered just about of this treatment for one night.  In her hands though, she held something she had forgotten in her rush to dry off earlier; a cellophane-wrapped bowl full of her latest experimental recipe. 

 

            Damn, I wish I'd remembered to put this in the icebox when I first got home, Mara thought, By now it's been sitting out way too long to put away.  I mean, there's just too much cream and everything in it for it to do anything put spoil now if I try to keep it past tonight.

 

            Resigned to letting her latest culinary effort go to waste, Mara turned to waddle back to her well-furnished kitchen.  On the way there, however, she noticed that a corner of the plastic covering the bowl had come loose, and, against her better judgment, Mara just couldn't resist sticking her nose right up to the lip of the blue ceramic bowl and letting the impossibly sweet scent of the mixture fill her head.

 

            Oh, but that just smells almost too heavenly to be real; I must have really outdone myself with this batch, Mara thought as she set the bowl on the kitchen counter with a dense thunk, I'm sure it'll have gone bad by morning, but right now- well, it still feels cold enough it’s probably safe enough to try, and I do so hate throwing good food away.  Then again, I couldn't possibly eat another morsel right now, Mara reminded herself as she felt the cool edge of the counter pressing in tightly against her sumptuously overfed belly, her mammoth breasts smacking juicily against the smooth stone and filling up nearly six feet of counter-space as they spread out on top of it, a sensation that brought Mara a surprising amount of relief not only from the oppressive burden of their weight, but also seemed to ease the soreness of their delicious overfullness , Even if I weren't already stuffed to the gills, which I am, and a little more besides, I feel like if I gain another ounce my boobs are going to explode like the Hindenburg.  No.  I refuse to eat another bite tonight, least of all something that I designed explicitly to be as fattening as humanly possible.  I'm a grown woman, I can control my appetites quite well, thank you very much.

 

            Mara began to turn away, her ginormous breasts making a sound like a pair of wet balloons being tugged along a glass window as she struggled to drag them off the counter.  This slight delay was all that her faltering resolve needed to collapse completely.

 

            “Okay, fine!  Just one bite!” Mara announced to no one in particular, “I'm going to have one bite because I choose to, just to see what it tastes like so I can make up more of it later, for my customers, who pay me good money for this kind of thing.  And then I am going to throw the rest of this away, and  try to make it back to bed, and hope that in the morning I can find some sweatpants or something that cover up enough of me that I can go out in public without getting arrested.”

 

            With a readiness that suggested she had not really been resisting all that hard, Mara dipped her finger into the bowl, pulling it back with a dollop of cream that was considerably more generous than a mere taste.  The warnings of her distressingly full belly and her achingly overfilled breasts were forgotten in a moment as Mara licked the cream from her fingers lustily.

 

            It was as if a supernova of pure, distilled deliciousness had just exploded in her mouth.  The lights seemed to flicker around her as Mara tried to comprehend what was, without a doubt, the most incomparably wonderful thing she had ever tasted.  Even as the suffusing sweetness of it faded from her tongue, it seemed to leave Mara floating on a cloud of pure satisfaction, so that for the time being at least, she hardly noticed the way her robe had just drawn slightly tighter across the upper regions of her ravishingly quivery derriere, or the growing tenderness of her breasts as they added another inch or two to their already excessive circumference.

 

            Okay, maybe that was a bad idea, Mara thought to herself, belatedly realizing where this was inescapably leading, Maybe I can call Chrissie over.  She might be able to keep me from eating any more, or at least I might be able to convince her to take one for the team and finish the rest of it instead.  No, as much as I love fattening that girl up, I couldn't just up and do that to her.  Besides, she has that hot date tonight.  For all I know she's just getting all hot and heavy right now; the last thing I need to do is be calling her at this hour  Besides, this stuff is so rich she'd end up twice as fat as me if she ate the whole thing, and then she'd hardly be any use at all in the shop, though it sure would be an awful lot of fun having her around if she got that big; I bet I could do anything I wanted to her after that.  Wait, I know!  I can just take a little bit upstairs with me and call it a night.  I've already put on enough weight tonight that I can hardly walk; if I have another bite or two of this I'll have no choice but to stay in bed until I've sobered up.  I won't even take that much; just another couple of tablespoons, just enough to fill me to the brim.  Alright then, what to use? Ah-ha!

 

            With a gleam of triumph in her eye, Mara grabbed an empty pastry bag off the counter and promptly filled it with just as much as it could hold, which turned out to be less like two tablespoons and rather more like a gallon, the clear plastic of the bag pulled very tight from all that Mara had forced into it.

 

            Well, maybe that's a little more than I was thinking, but it's still better than just staying down here and eating the whole thing, Mara told herself, Now I just have to wait until I'm back upstairs before I really let myself go.  How did my fingers get all sticky like this?

 

            Leaving the rest of the bowl on the counter, but not without a wistful glance over her plump shoulder, Mara waddled out of the kitchen, and back up to her bedroom.  As she went, she licked her fingers clean, savoring each satisfying drop.  As Mara struggled to climb the stairs, she could feel herself expanding gently.  Reaching the broad landing halfway up, she felt safe giving in to her appetites to a slightly greater degree.  Leaning against the wall for support, Mara slipped the tip of the pastry bag between her lips and gave the bag a small squeeze.  A fair bit of cream immediately spurted into her mouth, the sweetness flowing through her like lazy waves of pure bliss as she swallowed it down.  Another burst of growth surged through Mara's body.  Unprepared for how powerfully it came, Mara had to grip the handrails tightly, fearing that if she let go she was liable to lose her balance entirely.  The pastry bag, still very full and cool to the touch, slid into Mara's cleavage as she grew.  Her belly swelled up several inches larger, so immensely round now that if she leaned forward just a little she risked bumping it against the stairs in front of her.  Mara felt her hips spreading as they fattened too; the area of contact between herself and the walls of the staircase expanding slightly as her breasts first grew fuller, and then abruptly heavier, as if each one of them had just gained another twenty pounds.

 

            I really shouldn't be doing this, Mara told herself as she reached the top of the steps and wobbled into her room, If I hadn't drunk that whole bottle of wine I'd have enough sense right now to just stop this and go to sleep, before I end up doing something I'm really going to regret tomorrow.  Then again, it just tastes so sinfully good; I suppose I could probably take another mouthful or three without putting myself at any real risk.

 

            Mara slowly swayed towards her bed, trying to catch the tip of the pastry bag in her mouth as she went.  She had just succeeded in doing so, much to her satisfaction, when her foot came down on the romance novel she had cast aside earlier.  The slick cover slid easily on the polished wood of the floor, and Mara, flailing her arms uselessly, tripped forwards.  The bedsprings squealed as Mara fell onto the mattress.  Unfortunately for Mara, her breasts, which had already had a very demanding evening, absorbed most of the impact, bulging out violently as they took her weight, squashing the pastry bag absolutely flat between them in the process.  In an instant, Mara had nearly a gallon of cream forced down her throat.

 

            Uh-oh, now I've gone and done it, Mara thought as she tried to reach the center of the king-sized mattress, rolling over on her back when she got there, as a cold sweat broke out on her forehead, I knew I was going to get myself in trouble with this stuff if I wasn't careful.  Oh my, how much was in there anyway?  I reckon I'm about to find out.

 

            Mara felt a growing heaviness deep inside her stomach, as if she had swallowed a bowling ball, or perhaps several of them.  A softening warmth spread from it and out into her body, leaving her feeling strangely relaxed, considering the situation she was in.  Mara could already feel her belly slowly beginning to expand from it, growing fuller and fuller, utterly stuffed far beyond anything she had ever dreamed of.  And then, as if all that cream reached some kind of critical mass inside of her, Mara grew.

 

            It started in her belly, which expanded as if some unseen hose was pumping fat directly into it.  Mara pressed her hands to her sides helplessly as it swelled wider and wider, pushing her overenlarged breasts out of the way as it grew, it's underside weighing soft and massive against her thighs.  The bed creaked and groaned as her belly grew ever more bounteous; Mara felt herself sinking deeper into the bedding as her weight increased.  As her enormous breasts spread apart to give her impossibly lush belly room to grow, Mara could see it billowing larger with fat, rising higher and higher, until she imagined, even as she lay there almost pinned beneath its suggestive immensity, that it had to project out a good three feet in front of her.  For all the countless pounds pumping into her, Mara's belly remained exquisitely round, though its curves yielded, jiggling hypnotically, at the slightest touch.  Mara could feel the weight of it accumulating inside of her, flooding her body as irresistibly as a tidal wave.  The fullness inside of her flowed lower; the inmost parts of her womanhood were swelling, fattening, her inmost folds squeezing in upon themselves as their sensitivity multiplied until all worry about how enormous she was becoming was driven from Mara's mind, the groaning of the bedsprings and the sound of her belly stretching to contain more were nearly drowned out by Mara's delirious moans of pleasure, the windows rattling from her cries.

 

            Mara felt the all-suffusing fatness saturating her body in ways she had never experience before.  Her legs, from hips to ankles, were just inflating with fat.  True, Mara had gained weight there before, but this was something an order of magnitude greater.  Within seconds Mara's lush thighs attained such proportions that there hardly seemed to be enough room for them both.  Quivering as their circumference increased, she spread her legs further and further apart, though since their weight was increasing just as precipitously as their girth, Mara wasn't sure just how much longer she'd be able to move them.  Her calves, too, which had long been far from thin, now swiftly tripled in thickness, as if her only hope of enduring the consequences of her appetite was for every region of her anatomy to be loaded with as much fat as it could possibly hold.  Even her feet, though hidden from her by her swiftly burgeoning voluptuousness, felt as if they were growing slightly plumper, and in the midst of her ecstasy, she knew that high heels were going to be out of the question after this, assuming that she could even walk at all.

 

             Mara's massive ass was fast attaining truly spectacular dimensions.  Already stuffed beyond all decency, her rear was utterly helpless to resist the flood surging into her supple flesh.  Even encumbered by the immense weight of her belly, Mara could feel her ass jiggling as it grew more bewitchingly overstuffed.  She felt as if as good-sized portion of her weight  was now riding atop a water bed of boundless delights, the possibilities of which were not wasted on Mara, whose body was wracked with unimaginable pleasures.  Her blossoming hips spread closer and closer to the edges of the bed, as if her body saw the huge expanse of mattress as a challenge to be surpassed.  The back of her robe, even as completely open as it was in front, was growing tighter, as for the first time in her life rolls appeared and fattened along her sides.  The robe tightened around her shoulders next; though it was tailored to be as comfortable and capacious as possible, Mara knew that the ample softness of her divinely overblown figure would soon be uncontainable.  She felt the short sleeves pulling close around  her arms as they fattened, filling up with flesh until they trembled with the same fulsome excess as the rest of her ballooning figure.  The silk clung to her like a second skin, Mara felt herself bulging out all around it, as the robe grew painfully constrictive.  Mara felt as if the sleeves were cutting off the circulation to her arms; her hands tingled, she could hardly breathe, and then with a sound that echoed off the plastered walls of her bedroom, she simply exploded out of it, ribbons of torn silk fluttering down around quaking form as her robe fell before Mara's ever-expanding figure. 

 

            Compared to the rest of her body, her breasts began to expand gradually, as if her body knew her tender melons had already been fattened to an altogether distressing degree.  Mara hardly even noticed at first; she was still so consumed by the bliss of her inflamed femininity that it wasn't until her breasts had become significantly juicier that she became aware of their expansion.  And it was only coming faster now.  By the time they were each two and a half feet wide, her shoulders and arms all but hidden by her pale, swollen melons; they were fattening every bit as quickly as the rest of her body, much to Mara's alarm.  Faster still they fattened.  Mara felt as if someone had thrust a pair of fire hoses to her aching nipples and opened them up as far as they would go.  Every inch that their size increased meant several gallons of fat had been pumped into Mara's chest, and every gallon that her marmoreal globes endured meant Mara had just earned the pleasure of having nearly ten more pounds to carry around for ever after.  Increasingly, Mara despaired that she would even be able to move after this, that she would be rendered utterly immobile by her own self-indulgence.  At the same time, as the seconds ticked past and the ecstasy she endured grew ever sharper, Mara found herself caring less and less about what her final condition might be. 

 

            Mara's breasts were soon each fully three feet across and rose nearly that high above the bed.  Larger even than her titanic belly now, they were so utterly massive that Mara had to press her plump hands down against them to keep them from smothering her.  She could feel their warmth against her palms as they swelled,  both of them throbbing with barely-contained voluptuousness.  Her nipples lay somewhere beyond the horizon of her immense globes, but Mara felt them aching as her areolae stretched further and further until she felt as if she were about to explode.  But she still grew larger.  Mara felt the corners of the mattress pressing against the flesh of her titanic breasts.  Glancing to her sides in concern, she saw that she had finally grown beyond the capacity of her bed, and that her ponderous bosom now overhung the bed by several inches.  Looking down at the endless expanse of pale flesh before her, Mara wondered how much more she could hope to take.  Her breasts were alarmingly overstretched as it was, and the strain was finally starting to show.  Mara could see pale white striations forming and spreading across the upper hemispheres of her distended bosom, especially near her chest, from which all that wobbling weight was suspended.  Her breasts were no longer expanding smoothly and easily, their growth came in little jolts and shivers, as if they were already filled far beyond their limits and every additional pound they were forced to accept overloaded them that much more dangerously.  Mara felt a sudden pinch; a shudder expanded outward from her nipples, followed by an aching wave of sensitivity.  Overcome by the sheer mass and pressure within her breasts, Mara's nipples had just ballooned to several times their previous size, distending from a pair of pert peaks the size and color of ripe strawberries to the size of a pair of prize-winning plums.  Her areolae were stretched out bigger than the platters Mara had brought home with her as their rimpled pink was split by a sudden star-burst of white stretch marks.

 

            Oh, I can't take any more of this! Mara panicked.  Her ginormously overfattened breasts hung out beyond the bed by nearly a foot now; gravity was starting to tug them in opposite directions as they grew.  As they spread apart, Mara gained a new appreciation for just how monumental her belly had become, though her breasts were starting to creak like a pair of wet balloons, This has to stop; I'm getting so fat I can't even move, and if this goes any longer my poor tits are gonna pop!  Fuck, if only this didn't feel so good; if I could just do something to stop myself from getting bigger if I wasn't coming every five seconds.  Oh no, they're just getting so heavy!  They're just so big I can't stand it.  I wish I could stop coming long enough to- Ahhhhhh!

 

            With one final explosive surge, the fattening power of Mara's cream was spent.  One last surge erupted through her helpless body.  Her thighs billowed until Mara could hardly bend her knees.  Her hips flared out until they were every inch of six feet across, leaving Mara with a waistline of incomparable fertility and excess.  Her belly blew up like a balloon, so sensually vast that all she could do was moan with pleasure as it expanded to fully twelve feet in circumference and a good deal more beyond.  Her breasts, already so obscenely distended that they felt as if they must surely be fattened to well beyond bursting, and now only awaited an excuse to do so, throbbed as they were pumped full of gallons and gallons of fat, every drop of it leaving Mara's delicately quiveringly flesh that much more overcome by the indescribable pleasure saturating her body.

 

            Mara screamed.  Another few seconds of this would be more than she could endure.  It was all just too, too much, so very much more than even the most insatiable woman could hope to endure.  She wished it was over.  She wished it would never stop.  And then with the sound of her own pleasure-struck voice echoing in her head and the hammering of her pulse against her temples, the world blazed into white around her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

            Groggily, Mara awoke, dazed in her bed.  She was absolutely spent, as if her body had been pushed to the very limit of what was physically possibly for a woman to take, and perhaps a generous portion beyond that.  At the same time, it gradually dawned on Mara that she had never felt better.  It was like every drop of worry and uncertainly and regret had just been wrung right out of her, as if she had finally become so very full that there was simply no room in her anymore for anything that didn't bring her pleasure.  She looked at the clock on her dresser.  It was just a few minutes past midnight.  Mara gazed downwards at herself.  From the look of things (and in this position, there were two things that she found quite impossible to look away from) even after she blacked out, her megadose of cream had done some more work on her before its potency was spent.

 

            Oh my stars and garters, I feel like I'm fir to split my seams, Mara thought to herself, her plump hands exploring where her eyes could not, and finding only more and more voluptuousness lay beyond her spectacularly swollen bosom, I'm not even sure if I should try to move, or even if I still can.  Gracious me, I must weigh a ton by now.  I can't possibly fit into any of my things now; I'd better call Lisa and see if she makes house-calls, I won't be able to go out on the street until I get something made to cover up all this new territory!  Maybe something nice and sultry, snug around the waist to show off my big ass, and cut so low in the front that it'd be illegal if there'd ever been a woman before who could even fill such a thing out.  Oh, Chrissie's gonna be so jealous when she sees I finally beat her at her own game.  Come to think of it, maybe Lisa'll ask if I'd like to do a little modeling of my own.  Our customers are only going to be getting bigger once I start using this new recipe in all my stuff.

 

            Mara reached for the phone on her bedside table.  It was surprisingly difficult to do; just inching towards the edge of the bed meant tugging along a more than five hundred pounds of quivering breast-flesh, and Mara found herself panting from the exertion by the time her still-sticky fingers closed around the phone as she prepared to flip it open and call Lisa.  At that moment though, it began to vibrate in her hand.  Without a thought, Mara answered it.

 

            “Ow, this is Mara,” She said, surprised at how deeply she had to sink her elbow into her quaking bosom just to hold the phone to her ear.

 

            “Hi Mara, it's me,” said a familiar voice on the other end, “Sorry to call you so late, but, um, do you have a minute?”

 

            “Chrissie what are you doing calling me?” Mara asked in surprise, “I thought you'd still be out painting the town red at this hour.”

 

            “Oh, um, yeah, I guess things kind of didn't go exactly like I was expecting,” Chrissie answered, with a note of hesitancy in her voice.”

 

            “What do you mean?” Mara asked, suddenly very awake, “He didn't try to get fresh, did he?  I mean, unless that's what you were wanting; I've been there before.”

 

            “No, no! Nothing like that,” Chrissie insisted, “He was a really nice guy, we went out for dinner, it was nice.”

 

            “Just nice?” Mara asked.

 

            “Well, it all sounds so silly to say it out loud,” Chrissie said, “But I guess it's just been so long since I went out with a guy that I kind of built it all into this huge thing in my head before he even came by to pick me up this evening.  I had it all planned out where we were going to have this great dinner, and he was going to sweep me off my feet by being so thoughtful and charming, and he'd hardly be able to keep his hands off me as I flirted shamelessly with him my leaning in way too far at the table and letting him get a face-full of my boobs  By the time we'd hit a couple of bars and gotten a few drinks in us it was gonna be like something out of a movie.  I was all thinking about how nice it would be if the rain let up for a while, and we went up to Chimborazo Park and just walked around all in the dark with the wet grass squishing between our toes and watching the moon rise over the river.  I was even half thinking about how at the end of the night, with the sun just starting to come up in the distance he might be dropping me back off at my place and we'd kiss, and I was trying to think of a way to ask him if he wouldn't like to come up and get to know me a bit better without coming across as too slutty.  But instead everything just sort of...”

 

            “Just sort of what?” Mara asked her.

 

            “I guess it just isn't a good idea to date a guy who knows you from being a model instead of a real girl,” Chrissie confessed, “Like I said, he was nice and all, but it was like he was more interested in the idea of me, than he was in the real me sitting across the table form him.  Then again, I suppose I'm just as guilty of the same thing.  Here I had this night too planned out like some perfect storybook fantasy and maybe I didn't give him a chance to be who he really was.  I don't know, if he calls me tomorrow I might even go out with him again.”

 

            “Don't feel too bad, Chrissie,” Mara assured her, “You're not the first girl to spin all sorts of fantasies around a man you hardly know.  I've been in your shoes plenty of times before; it's not the end of the world, you know.”

 

            “I know,” Chrissie sniffed, “I guess I just got home early and now I'm here in my apartment all alone with a three dozen Krispy Kremes, crying my eyes out instead of being out having fun and I started getting all depressed and I needed someone to talk to.  And somehow whenever I talk to you, you just say stuff that makes it all seem so much better.  Just listen to me; I've probably gone and woken you up in the middle of the night and everything and all I've done since you picked up the phone is whine about how bad I suck at things; how's your evening been?  Did you end up eating all those leftovers from the shop without me?”

 

            “Oh, um, yes, most of them anyway,” Mara answered self-consciously, rubbing a belly so filled to the brim that whenever she inhaled she could feel the chain from the ceiling fan tickling against her bare skin, “I think I might have overdone it a little bit, to tell the truth.  I'm afraid a rainy night alone with a bakery's worth of desserts isn't exactly a recipe for self-control.”

 

            “Oh my gosh, I so completely know what you mean,” Chrissie said with a small giggle, “I feel like I could just pig out on that cheesecake of yours until my boobs got so big I couldn't stand and that would make everything better.”

 

            “Say, uh, Chrissie,” Mara started hesitantly, “What are you planning on doing for the rest of the night?”

 

            “I dunno, probably just stuff myself with whatever's left in the fridge, drink about a dozen wine coolers and pass out naked, soaked in my own tears of eternal loneliness,” came her reply.

 

            “Well, um, if you're not too tired to drive, and you haven't already started boozing it up or anything, you know, you could always come over and stay awhile with me,” Mara offered.

 

            “Really?  I mean, you know, I'd hate to keep you up all night or anything,” Chrissie said.

 

            “No, no, it'd be fine,” Mara assured her, “We could hang out and be a couple of lonely, pathetic fat girls together.  That one gal with the sweaters, you know the one, her husband owns the winery out in Afton, just brought me a whole case of their finest new vintage the other day, we could stay up all night drinking and you could crash in the guest room or wherever, and it'll be fun.”

 

            “Are you sure?” Chrissie asked, “I mean, that actually sounds really awesome, but I don't want to be a pest or anything.”

 

            “No, please, do come on over; the rain's finally letting up,” Mara insisted, “Besides, you know that new cream recipe I've been working on?  I think I've finally made a breakthrough with it; I'm kinda eager to see you try it.”

 

            “Well, you know I never could say no to a new way to pack on the pounds,” Chrissie said, the usual buoyant cheer returning to her voice, “Okay, I'll be right over.  Thanks Mara, I don't know what I'd do without you.”

 

            “Oh, I'm sure you'd come up with something,” Mara added warmly, “You've still got that key to my place, right?  Just let yourself in and come up to my room when you get here.  I'm sorta, well, all comfy in bed and I'm feeling too lazy to get up just right this minute.  And don't worry, I'm just happy we'll get to spend some time together tonight after all.  Oh, and Chrissie, I hate to ask, but I've had, um, kind of an interesting evening; would you mind stopping by the store and picking up a few tubs of cocoa butter, I've had kind of a busy night and um, well, it'd probably be better if I just explained when you get here.”

 

            “Oh, uh, sure, I can do that,” Chrissie said, her voice dripping with curiosity.

 

            “Thanks, hon, I don't know what I'd do without you,” Mara told her, “And by the way, if you're packing to stay overnight anyway, you might want to include some more loose-fitting things, I think it might end up being kind of a big night for both of us after all.”

 

            Mara didn't wait for Chrissie to answer; with an impish smile she snapped her phone shut and tossed it in the direction of the nightstand.  Her reflexes were horribly off; the phone bounced off the more distant regions of one of her luxuriantly swollen breasts and fell with a click to the bedroom floor, coming to rest just inches away from a harlequin romance novel that had been flattened and torn in a most unusual way.  Sighing contentedly, Mara leaned back against the pillows, the mattress sagging so deeply under her weight that she could feel the box spring pressing firmly against her voluptuously well-dimpled behind.  She closed her eyes to take just a bit of a nap, so that she'd be ready when she heard Chrissie's knock at the bedroom door.