Okay, before you read any further, be ye warned that this story, while fairly tame as saucy literature goes, is nonetheless fraught with descriptions of very naughty things, particularly those involving a certain young bride who yearns for a more buxom figure and is willing to do anything to get one.� So, if that sort of thing offends you, then for your own good you should probably go and read something else.

A Very Full Evening

by: Kodos

�� I first met Diane a couple of years ago.� We were at a party, and from the moment we laid eyes on each other, I knew she was going to be the best thing that ever happened to me.� We fell in love, hard, and it didn't take a couple of months before we were spending just about every waking hour together (and most of our unwaking hours too, if you take my meaning).� It's tough to say exactly why we hit it off so well, just some kind of chemistry, I suppose.� I still don't know what she saw in me; but I thought she was just the most wonderful woman in the world, except for one problem; physically, she wasn't exactly my type.

�� Now I don't want to give anyone the idea that she was ugly or anything, because that isn't it at all.� I still remember the first time she walked into the room and being struck by how gorgeous she was, her dark hair done up in a braid, the way her gray eyes seemed to sparkle with possibilities, adventures she couldn't wait to have.� Her nose was just a little too prominent for her to ever make it as a model in this day and age, but I thought it was cute, and something about her lips made her look like she was always just waiting for an excuse to smile.� The only problem was, she was thin.� Not just fit, or athletic, or whatever the proper term for it is, Diane was just about as skinny as a woman five and a half feet tall can be without it being unhealthy.� As for me, well, my ideal of feminine beauty was, shall we say, different.

�� I don't know when I first realized I was into more voluptuous women; there wasn't exactly a eureka moment when it hit me, it's just that ever since I was young and first starting noticing girls, I� tended to notice the ones who were a bit towards the curvaceous end of the spectrum.� I'm not just talking 50s style pin-up girl here, my tastes lie in far greater extremes.� The sight of some girl walking down the sidewalk ahead of me, so round and full all over that she just jiggles no matter how tight her jeans are, that's what I dream about.� When I'm at work and a woman comes in with her sweater pulled down extra low just to cover her full, self-indulgent belly, and her breasts are bigger than her head, just sort of wobbling there as she's talking, like she doesn't even notice that she's one deep breath away from splitting her seams, that's the kind of woman I've always been attracted to. I even dated a few big girls in my time, not of them really lasted, for this reason or that, but I was so into that kind of woman that after a long stint being single and alone, I turned to writing what I liked to describe as voluptuous expansion stories.� It gave me sort of an outlet, you know, a way to channel my frustration and whatever small amount of writing talent I have into something creative, and I really enjoyed it.� It felt good to be part of a creative community, and it was always nice to write something and then have someone drop me a note or a comment or whatever and say that they hoped it wouldn't be too long until the next chapter was finished.� I'm not saying I was the William Shakespeare of growing girl stories or anything, but I at least liked to imagine that I wasn't the Stephanie Meyer of the genre either.

�� So you can see my problem when Diane walked into my life, slender and lean and probably weighing all of a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet.� You might think it was cruel of me to get involved with her at all, that I was doomed to break her heart, and I had my doubts, but again, there was just this magic between us and after a couple of months when we started to get more intimate, well, it just worked somehow.� I guess it was just because I was so taken with her, and the fact that, thin or not, when we were in bed, she knew what she wanted and she knew how to get it, and our love life was actually pretty good, great even, at least at first.� It wasn't long after that that we got married.� It felt so natural being together, but I always had this gnawing shadow of guilt inside because there was this part of me that I couldn't share with her.� At the wedding reception, one of my buddies warned me that now that we were married, Diane was probably going to let herself go and get fat; he said his wife had put on sixty pounds in the first six months they were married.� He wandered off to talk with some other folks after that; I think I may have said �Really?� just a little too hopefully as the possibility of Diane packing on a few pounds registered with me.� I looked across the room and saw her there by the punch bowl; I could just imagine her filling out, getting bigger and more buxom until she popped right out of her dress.

�� To my disappointment though, my friend's prediction was not a prophetic one; six months came and went and, happy as we were together, Diane hadn't gained an ounce.� I started writing again, and tried to be as discreet as possible, though when we were out at the beach and a pair of women walked by, both of whom were fairly spilling out of swimsuits about ten sizes too small for them, laughing innocently with each other, blissfully unaware of just how near� their massive melons were to just popping out of their bikinis, I was sure that Diane had to notice me staring as they wobbled along the beach and I quickly adjusted the book I was reading to cover my lap as completely as possible.� Even worse, I seemed to be seeing more and more women like this, as if there was something in the local water supply that was making women just blow up to the most incredible proportions.� It had almost gotten to the point where it was a strange day that I didn't have at least one cheerful and smiling girl come bouncing through the door at work, or some tantalizingly overfed housewife in line in front of me at the grocery store, her huge breasts overflowing the basket of her shopping cart.� Honestly, I was starting to feel like fate was playing some cruel trick on me, filling my world with divinely-figured women while leaving my wife just as she had been the day I first met her.� Still, despite the growing temptations around me, we were happy together, and most nights, after she went to sleep, I would come down to the study, plug in the flash drive I kept all my writing on (and maybe a few pictures, just for reference; I'm sure you understand) and work on tales of the world I wished I lived in, and while that might sound weird, it worked.� Our marriage was a good one, my dear wife suspected nothing, and I had a creative outlet to practice my peculiar art.� And then the damn thing went missing.

�� I had always been careful with my secret, making sure I didn't leave any files open on the computer where Diane might find them, ensuring that my browser history was faithfully swept clean.� One night though, about a week before our first anniversary, I realized I had lost it.� I had been up late the night before putting the finishing touches on a new story, but the next evening, I couldn't find it.� I told myself I had just misplaced it somewhere, stuck it in a pocket and then forgotten which one.� I looked everywhere it might possibly be, and all the while the truth became more and more inescapable; I had left it in the computer and my wife had found it.� It seemed so obvious, so inevitable.� Diane worked for a law firm, but she worked from home, doing her job from the computer in our study.� She had probably found the drive the very next morning before I even knew it was gone.

�� All week I watched her, waiting for the moment when Diane would confront me about my secret, weighing her every word for some hint that we Needed To Have a Talk.� But it never happened, though once or twice in next few days I caught her smiling mischievously at me when she thought I wasn't looking.� The day of our anniversary arrived, and that evening as I came home from work with a jewelry box holding a turquoise necklace rattling softly in my pocket.� I found Diane sitting on the couch in the den, smiling knowingly, wearing a rumpled old flannel shirt, pajama pants, and drinking a large glass of something, and from the look of satisfaction on her comely features, I suspected that whatever it was, it had to be pretty strong stuff.

�� Happy anniversary, hon!� I said, though I was feeling extremely dubious about all this.

�� Welcome home, love,� Diane answered warmly, seated firmly on the couch, �How was work?�

�� Oh, it was alright, glad to be home though, you know,� I said as brightly as I could, �How about you, everything go okay today?�

�� Ah, well, actually, I called in sick today; I've just been feeling kind of tired,� Diane admitted with a shrug as she took another drink, �I'm doing a lot better now, but I've kind of just been taking it easy today.�

�� You're okay now then?� I asked, forgetting for the first time in a week my own troubles and worrying about hers for a change, �I mean, we've still got a dinner reservation at eight if you're feeling up for it, but if you want to stay in tonight, we can always go out next week.�

�� Well, I was actually thinking,� she said as she patted the sofa beside her and beckoned me over, �That it might be more fun to just stay home tonight.�

�� Here, this might help brighten your day up a little,� I offered as I sat down beside her and reached for the necklace.

�� Actually, love, I think there's something we should talk about.� I-, I have a confession to make,� Diane said, producing, as she did so, a small plastic object that I recognized only too well.� My heart sank like a stone.

�� Crap, I can explain,� I started, �Wait, no I can't explain, but I'm sorry-�

�� Here, just give me a minute� Diane said gently, holding up a hand for silence, �I've been trying to figure out how to say this for the better part of a week now, so if you'd let me let me get this off my chest before you say anything else, it'd mean a lot to me.� So, I guess you already figured out that you left your writing and stuff in the computer last week and I found it.� I have to admit, at first I was pretty freaked out; I felt like you were running around on me or something, and I was hurt because you hadn't told me about this back when we were first dating.� The thing is, um, and I don't quite know how to say this, but the more time I spent looking around online, reading some of your stories, some stuff even written by girls who were interested in gaining a size or two or ten, well, I kinda found myself getting into it.�

�� What do you mean?� I asked; too surprised for the moment by my wife's admission to do more than feel a sense of numb relief.

�� Well,� Diane said, taking a thoughtful sip from her glass, �I've never told anyone this, especially not you, since I always assumed you liked me skinny, but I actually kind of always wondered what it would be like to be, you know, a more generously-figured woman.� I guess I just never felt like I had a chance to really explore that part of me before this week.� Work's always just been so competitive that I felt like if I didn't look just how everyone expected me to look I'd never get promoted, and you- you just never said anything; I had no idea that this was what you thought was sexy.�

�� Really?� I asked, �I mean, I guess I was always just so worried that you'd catch me looking at another woman or something when we were out that I just figured you suspected or something.�

�� Actually,� Diane blushed, �I probably never noticed you looking because I, um, I was probably looking at the same women you were. �It's all just so hard for me to explain.� I've always felt like this, at least as long as I can remember, but I just sort of pushed it into a box in my head and locked it away; it was something no one else had ever really talked about with me and I felt like people would think I was some kind of a freak if I ever said anything, especially to you.� So, I've got a question for you, and I need you to be completely honest with me, promise?�

�� I promise; what is it?� I asked her, as the realization gradually dawned on me that instead of this being a very bad thing, it might actually turn out to be a good one.

�� Alright then,� Diane said, pausing to take a deep breath, �Tell me the truth here; is this just an idle fantasy thing for you, or would you really find me more attractive if I were bigger?�

�� Well, I- I think,� I stammered, not sure what to say, �I mean, I love you the way you are, and I'd never ask you to change yourself just to fulfill my expectations or anything, but, yeah, I'd be lying if I said I haven't thought about how amazing you'd look if you started to let yourself overindulge a bit.�

�� Oh my gosh, that is such a relief to hear you say,� Diane sighed, �I was so afraid that after all the time I spent this week trying to figure out what I really wanted that you were going to tell me it was just a weird phase you were going through or something.� Hang on, I need another drink; don't you go anywhere.�

�� My wife vanished into the kitchen, her clothes rustling quietly as she walked.� From the next room I could hear a gentle whirr; a few seconds later it stopped and Diane came back into the den, her glass filled again with the same sweet-smelling fluid.� She sat down next to me; pressing her hip to mine; she seemed somehow more sensual than usual.� Diane took a long drink from her glass, and leaning in close to me she whispered, �So, if you had your choice, just how fat would you like me to be?� Would you like it if I gained another fifty pounds, and maybe finally started to show a few curves?�

�� My imagination blazing at the possibility, I nodded.

�� Hmm, what about if I went a little bit further and gained a hundred?� she purred, �I bet if I did that my boobs would get all round and fat too; you wouldn't mind that, would you?�

�� This was had to be a dream.� I nodded again.

�� Mmm, good.� Suppose I really let myself get carried away though; what if I gained another- oh, let's say two hundred?� Diane asked, clearly enjoying every moment of this, �Just think of me, two hundred pounds heavier than I am now, with a belly so big and round that people would think I was pregnant if only it didn't jiggle so much.� Just imagine me, your little wife, with a pair of breasts so heavy and fat that I'd need you to help stuff me into my bra before I'd be decent enough to go out in public.� Of course, working at home, I think I'd prefer to just go topless, just spending my days sitting in front the computer, perched on top of an office chair way too small to accommodate my overstuffed behind; wouldn't you like to have a fat, buxom wife waiting for you every evening when you got home, just waiting to show you how much she loves you?�

�� Diane smiled wickedly.� She had to be messing with me; maybe this was just some role-playing thing she had found on one of the forums or something, but she seemed completely serious.� Once more, I nodded yes.

�� But then again, you really do like big girls, don't you?� Diane said with a lascivious smile, �You know who I've had my eye on lately?� I bet you've noticed her too, that girl who works down at the deli, Gina, I think that's her name.� You know she has to weigh six hundred pounds, maybe more, I think she's gotten bigger just since she started working there a couple months ago.� I could just watch her for hours, the way those huge, fat tits of hers wobble when she's working.� Honestly, they have to be bigger than beach balls; I can't imagine how she even ties an apron around those monsters.� And when she turns around!� I think I almost fainted the first time I saw it; the poor girl has to be as wide as she is tall!� It's a wonder she isn't knocking things over all day with an ass like that.� Just imagine me being that big, waking up in the middle of the night, my huge, swollen boobs just quivering at your touch, my body so fat and yielding you'd just want to cuddle up next to me, or maybe wake me up for a bit of fun.�

�� Diane took another sip of her drink and moved even closer to me.� She was different tonight somehow, she was more confident, though I was still too consumed by the thought of my slender wife fattening herself into a state of such ravishing voluptuousness that I could hardly think straight.

�� What is it love; don't you like the idea?� Diane asked, pouting coquettishly, her warm breath against tickling against my neck, �Oh, I know what it is.� I've read your stories; I know that even a woman that big won't be able to satisfy you.� Well, I wasn't going to suggest this, but I suppose if it's what you really wanted you might be able to talk me into talk me into going a little farther, maybe an extra hundred pounds more than deli girl- actually, let's do this right and double that- a girl can't enjoy the fruits of overindulgence when she's worrying about moderation, after all.� I'd be so stacked I'd hardly be able to leave the house; even the biggest sizes in the women's store would be way too tight to fit me.� I can just imagine my tits getting bigger and bigger, just pumping them so full that they ached from it, so huge and fat that you'd be afraid to let me near anything with sharp corners.� I bet just sitting at my computer would be a challenge; my boobs would be so swollen with fat that they'd just fill up my entire lap and spill out across my legs.� It makes my back hurt just to think about carrying that much weight around; you might have to help me with that some, you know.� Just getting out of bed without your help would be so hard; I'd have so much soft, quivering flesh, I'm sure I couldn't handle it all by myself; you�d have to help me carry them around.� If you didn't want to start sleeping on the couch you'd just have to lay on top of me, but then, I don't think I'd mind that, and I'm sure I'd have a couple of overstuffed pillows that you'd be ever so comfy sleeping on.� Yes, I imagine that if that's what you really fantasize about, you might be able to convince me, as long as you promised to make it worth my while, if you know what I mean.�

�� I- I think I could do that,� I mumbled, envisioning my little Diane attaining such dimensions as she had just described; her thin figure blown up to such tantalizing proportions that it made my mind reel.

�� Mmm, that was just the answer I was hoping for,� Diane cooed, rising slowly to her feet and standing, with her back to me, in the middle of the room, �So really, there's just one question left.�

�� Oh, um, what question is that?� I asked, as it dawned on me that she was expecting an answer from me.

�� Well, you know,� Diane teased as she undid the buttons on her flannel shirt, �How am I doing so far?�

�� She turned to face me, flung open her shirt as dramatically as if she fancied herself a superhero, proudly stripping off the disguise of her alter-ego.� I was speechless.

�� Diane's breasts, which had always been so small that she could do without a bra when she felt like it, were much larger.� They were delightfully perky, each one a perfect handful as she proudly thrust them out in front of her.� As she smiled at me with obvious delight, I realized that her body had been changed in other ways as well.� For the first time since I met her, I couldn't see her ribs; her bare skin was smooth and sleek.� Her stomach stuck out just a little; not as if she was actually starting to get chubby, but more like she had just finished eating a meal several times too big for her usual appetites.� Her waist remained slender though, and though she still wore her pajama pants, I could see that her once-narrow hips had grown broader, not dramatically, but more than enough to lend her figure a beguiling silhouette.� Bending forward slightly, Diane gave her shoulders a shimmy, her breasts bouncing provocatively.

�� So, how do these strike you then?� Diane asked as she sauntered back to the couch and sat down beside me, �I am your wife, you know, you can have a squeeze if you like.�

�� They're, I mean you're amazing,� I told her, cautiously reaching out and cupping her newly-developed bosom tentatively, �These- you- it's all really real?� How did you do this?� I saw you in the shower just this morning and you weren't, I mean, you did have-?�

�� A nice perky pair of tits like this?� Diane answered with a knowing smile, �Well, I'm glad you like them, but if you let me have my way, these are just the down payment on something much, much bigger.�

�� Wait, so you're planning on getting- Hang on, how did you manage to grow so much in a day anyway?� I asked, my fascination with her body giving way to concern as I realized just how impossible this all was.

�� Well, there's a bit of a story behind that,� Diane said, �But I'm feeling a bit thirsty, so why don't you come with me into the kitchen while I get another drink and I'll explain everything.�

�� Still moving like a man expecting to wake up from a dream, I followed her into the kitchen.� On the counter by the sink sat a large object.� It looked like some sort of steampunk coffee machine, or maybe one of those laboratory tanks where they freeze things to absolute zero.� At any rate, it was a mass of tubes and interconnected tanks, gauges describing any number of pressures and volumes, and more than a few small colored glass tanks of different sizes, each of which contained some gently bubbling liquid.� A hose screwed it tightly to the faucet of the kitchen sink, and in front, sticking out beyond the edge of the counter was some sort of tap with a small handle above it.� Like some 1950s housewife demonstrating the Kitchen Of Tomorrow, Diane held her empty glass to the tap and turned the handle.� The thing on the counter whirred evenly, and a steady stream of the same liquid that my wife had evidently been imbibing all evening quickly filled her glass, at which point she turned it off and turned to me, positively beaming.

�� Okay, I'm actually understanding this less now, if that's even possible,� I admitted as I watched my wife drain half her glass in a single gulp, her figure subtly growing subtly more voluptuous as she swallowed it down, �Wait, you mean that stuff really-?�

�� You got it; every drop of this that I drink goes right to helping me gain weight in all the right places,� Diane said with obvious pleasure, finishing her glass as her breasts swelled visibly and the waistband of her pajamas pulled slightly tighter, �Don't even ask me how it works; I have no idea.� All I know is that this thing here is going to turn me into all the woman you can handle.�

�� But where did it come from?� I asked, still incredulous, �You don't just drive on down to Sears and ask where their voluptuizer department is!�

�� Oh, I thought you knew about these things,� Diane said, as if I should have been ready to note the make, model and serial number of this contraption at a glance, �I got it from that woman on one of those forums you're always posting stories on.�

�� Hang on, what woman?� I asked, feeling as if each explanation only left me more confused.

�� You know, that woman, what's her name, oh why can't I remember it?� Diane said, smacking herself in the forehead, an action which set her breasts aquiver in a very pleasing way, �Oh, right, it was Alicia, at least I think it was, but I met her on when was it?- Oh, the first day I was exploring all those weird sites you seem to spend so much time on.� She said she was an alchemist, or was it a biochemist?� That's funny; you'd think I could remember which it was that she said.� Anyways, it was just strange, as soon as I started talking with her, it was like she could read my mind.� Before I knew it I was telling her all about discovering what you'd been doing and thinking about seeing if I couldn't make myself just a little curvier and well, all of a sudden she was telling me all about this invention she'd been working on to help skinny girls who wanted to fatten themselves up and how she had been hanging around on these forums for months trying to calculate exactly what proportions it took to make a woman as gorgeous as physically possible.� Honestly, I just tried to keep up with her; it was like she just assumed I knew what she was talking about, and even though I started to piece it all together after a while, I still felt like I was in over my head.� Well, after that she started talking about her experiments, and how she was looking for more volunteers to help her machine, that it was just about ready except for a minor problem or two, just a few reliability issues and the last design had been just a bit too unstable but she was sure she'd got all that figured out now, at least mostly, and wouldn't I be interested in helping her out by giving it a try?� I know it all sounds absolutely crazy when I'm telling you now, but at the time I just believed every single word she said, like it was the most natural thing in the world.� I started asking questions; I'd been talking to this woman for all of an hour and she was trying to get our address so she could send this prototype of hers over here, and I finally had to say that this all just seemed too much to accept and I didn't know if I believed her quite well enough to tell her where I lived.� But she was as understanding as could be, told me that most women had a few reservations about that sort of thing; she didn't blame me for it, and maybe I'd believe her if she showed me some proof.� And then she sent me the pictures.�

�� Pictures?� I asked, though honestly I was still just trying to process everything Diane had just told me, and I think it was more just an echo than a well-thought question on my part.

�� The before and after pictures,� Diane answered, trying to describe what she had seen, �They were- okay, I know it's not that hard to fake a picture these days, but some of the ones this woman sent me- I just- Look, there were pictures of women who had tried out this machine already; a few of them might have just been taken a few months apart, if the girl in the picture had dedicated her every waking hour to stuffing herself and if all those extra pounds she gained just happened to end up distributed in the most spectacular areas.� There was this one though, with a red-haired woman even skinnier than me and then the next shot- well, I never even imagined it was possible to have a figure like that.� I mean, she was just- I still can't figure out how she was even able to stand with such enormous- but there she was, looking so pleased with herself it ought to be illegal, posing for this picture at a ren-fair or something and just showing so much of, well, everything. I didn't even know a woman could get so, so massive, let alone look so sexy that the sight of her was giving me ideas that-� Well, as soon as I saw that woman beaming at me from the monitor, so indescribably sumptuous that she honestly looked like she just couldn't be happier, I believed every word I'd been told.� And what's more, I wanted it, and not just a little.� I wanted it by the bucket, by the gallon, by the ton, as much as I could get of what she had, I wanted it desperately.� It wasn't just that I wanted to make you happy any more, that I wanted to be the woman you wrote about and longed for; I wanted to be that woman in the picture.� I wanted a belly so full and round that when I sat down I'd have to spread my legs just to give it room.� I wanted hips so broad and fulsome that even with my huge belly they'd make my waist look narrow, so lush and feminine that I couldn't even walk without them swaying like I was just waiting for you to throw me down and fuck me.� I wanted breasts like the girl in the picture, or bigger even, pumped up with fat until they were ready to burst, hanging soft and heavy against my big, round belly.� I could just imagine the way my shoulders would ache just carrying them around; I could just feel them growing, my skin stretching as my tits got bigger and bigger, until they just couldn't hold another drop!� I just couldn't get the idea out of my head of how it would feel to have you squeezing them and sucking them, of fondling my tits, my entire body jiggling and bouncing when I ride you.� So I did the only thing I really could do; I gave her our address.� It arrived this morning, no return address, no nothing; the doorbell rang and there it was.� It took me a couple hours to get it all set up right and well, since about noon I've just been trying to close the gap between my own modest endowments and what you- what we want me to be.�

�� So, you really are serious about this then?� I asked.� It still seemed like too much to believe, that my wife had not only understood my desires, but had now set her sights on surpassing them.� And then, that somehow, some strange woman who I'd somehow never run across in all my time online dedicated to finding exactly this sort of thing had somehow sought Diane out in a couple hours, and sent her this thing that, so far at least, seemed to be working precisely as advertised, �I mean, you're really committed to making yourself...�

�� Ginormous? I think that may be the word you're looking for, love,� Diane said with a knowing wink as she took down a large pitcher from the cupboard and began filling it to the brim, �Why don't you just have a seat and watch me there and I'll show you just how committed I am.�

�� As soon as the pitcher was full, Diane raised it to her lips and drank.� I was amazed at how fast she was able to swallow it all, and the effect it was having on her was nothing short of spellbinding.� As Diane drained the pitcher, I could see her body filling out.� Her belly was softer, gradually inching out further and further in front of her.� Her hips too, were changing and widening, though with her still wearing her pajamas, it was hard to see exactly how much bigger she was getting down there.� I could see the gap between her slender thighs narrowing, and I didn't have to see exactly what was going on to tell that Diane's legs were becoming just as shapely as the rest of her.� Her breasts were mesmerizing.� Each swallow she took seemed to send a faint pulsation through them, a sort of gentle surge that was forcing them to expand.� It must have felt good; with her free hand Diane eagerly cupped one of her growing breasts and squeezed it appreciatively.� She had grown beyond her own grasp though; her milky flesh overflowing her outspread fingers as she tested the weight of her new additions.

�� You like?� Diane asked solicitously as she refilled the empty pitcher.� Reading my expression of stunned awe for a yes, she brought the full pitcher back to her lips, pausing only to murmur, �Good.� I feel like I could do this all night; in fact, I think I will.�

�� Diane drank eagerly.� It was as if she couldn't get enough of this stuff as she swallowed it down in great, thirsty gulps, heedless of how much of it dripped from her lips and flowed, glistening down the bare skin of her chest.� As she gulped it down faster, the liquid's effects on her body became more pronounced.� Her breasts, each one already more than a healthy D-cup, quivered softly as they grew, each pulse filling them with more.� Even without support, they touched each other now, and while Diane's nipples remained firm and proud, her breasts had gotten heavy enough that they were beginning to lose their perkiness and become more round.� If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I almost would have thought I was watching a woman going through pregnancy in some kind of time lapse film; the way her bosom swelled fuller and fuller, slowly inching lower and lower against her body while still remaining lusciously full in proportion.� From the way they were fattening up, they might have just as easily been filling with milk, their skin gently stretching as they grew round and sensual.

�� As Diane turned to refill the pitcher, I noticed how much bigger she was behind as well.� Where before my wife had been so completely lacking in curves, she now had an appealingly round bottom, the fabric of her pajamas beginning to pull tight across it.� She took a moment to run her hand along her new curves, and, with an enticing gleam in her eye, began to drink again.� Her waistband was starting to grow tight around her middle; her belly began to spill out over it as it slipped lower to give Diane's expanding figure more room to grow.� I noticed her belly was no longer simply growing softer and more indulgent now, but rounder as well.� As with her breasts, it looked as if she was advancing steadily through the months of pregnancy, her entire body taking on an irresistibly fertile and lush appearance.� Before long Diane was big enough in front that she could cradle her growing belly with her hand, though it was almost hidden beneath her expansive curves.� Her navel grew deeper as she fattened; she shivered as she stroked the supple flesh of her ample belly.� Her hips spread wider, remaining several inches broader than her winsomely padded waist.� They flared out so invitingly that I could just imagine holding onto them, sinking my hands into their pliant lushness as I held her close.� Her pants were starting to get tight around her thighs now too, her legs finally growing so full of flesh that I could see them clearly for the first time, every bit as shapely and sensuous as they rest of her.�

�� Diane refilled the pitcher again; as she turned I could see that her breasts were now wider than her chest, and when she leaned over the machine, I was transfixed by the sight of them hanging away from her plumpening body.� She drank insatiably; her breasts were so large that they rested on top of her full belly.� For all its fullness though, they stood out beyond it by several inches, quivering submissively as my wife hastened to fill them with yet more.� As supple and soft as Diane's breasts looked, they remained impressively round.� On any normal woman, a pair as heavy as hers surely had to be by now would have begun to sag at from their own accumulating weight.� Somehow though, through some trick of science or whatever it was that was making all this possible, Diane's breasts remained deliciously round, surrendering to gravity just enough to leave no doubt at all that every inch of them was utterly real.� It was time for another refill; Diane's breasts soaked it up thirstily, rapidly swelling with fat until they were larger than her head, pale and jiggling enticingly with every motion of her plump and curvaceous body.� Diane's belly was nearly as round and full as if she were nine months pregnant, though considerably softer, while between her flaring hips and the fact that her butt bulged out behind her, Diane's pajama pants stretched tight against her skin, with even her plump and shapely calves only barely confined.� With a look of boundless satisfaction and just a tinge of regret, Diane plunked the pitcher down on the counter, inhaled deeply (as if she needed any help in that department) and posed in front of me.

�� So,� she said proudly, �Now that you've actually got a woman with a figure like the ones you're always fantasizing about, is it as good as you always imagined?�

�� No, you're so much better,� I said approvingly as Diane stepped forward and enfolded me in her arms, drawing me in close for a long, deep kiss.� Her embrace was like heaven, from the warm softness of her belly pressing against me, to the way her huge breasts bulged and wobbled as they squeezed between us.� I ran my hands down along her body, savoring my wife's blossoming hips.� I reached around her as far as I could; she was simply too large now for anything else, grabbed her fat-swollen behind and gave her a lustful squeeze.

�� Mmm,� Diane sighed, slowly disengaging herself and stepping back to lean against the counter, �Well, I guess you really do like me this way.�

�� Like you?� I said, �I have never wanted you more than at this moment.�

�� Oh, I can't believe you never told me about this before,� she said, steadying herself, and I could see her hands were shaking, though from whetted desire or simply from gaining so much weight so swiftly, I couldn't say. �I mean, being married to you has been awesome this last year and everything, but my gosh, I can just imagine how sex is going to be after this!� Oh, every part of me just feels so sensitive now; just standing here feeling my whole body quivering is such a turn-on I can hardly stand it.� And just look at my ass!� You're going to need to go out tomorrow and get me a new chair for work; there's no way I'm going to be able to stuff all of this in that one we've got in the study now.� Okay, I'm feeling all hot now; I think I need a second to catch my breath.� You don't think my boobs look weird, do they?�

�� Weird?� I asked, seeing nothing short of perfection in my full-bosomed wife, �what do you mean, 'weird'?�

�� I dunno, it's just that my boobs are all 'Bloomp!' and gigantic and everything now, but my nipples are the same size they were before,� Diane explained, hefting one of her melons and staring at it critically, �I don't know, I just don't want to end up proportioned all weird or anything.�

�� Well, I think you look great,� I told her, �I mean, it kind of just makes you boobs look even bigger, you know?� Are you shaking?�

�� I-I guess I am,� Diane admitted, �As much of a rush as it is feeling myself just filling out like this, I guess its left me kind of light-headed.� Also, that pitcher is heavier than it looks; my arms still feel all noodly from carrying it around.� Hang on, I've got an idea.�

�� Oh, what kind of idea?� I asked, interested in anything that would make it easier for my wife to grow even more amply-endowed, �Is it anything I can help with?�

�� Well, yes, actually I think it is,� Diane answered demurely, �But first, promise me I'm not already too big.�

�� You're definitely not too big for my tastes,� I assured her.

�� And if I fattened myself up more, a lot more, than this, you'd still want me, right?� I mean, not just like for a few weeks until the novelty wore off and you got tired of having a wife even bigger than that girl at the deli with the huge tits and an ass out to there?�

�� Hon,� I told her, �trust me, there is no way you're going to make yourself so big that I won't want you anymore.� You could fatten yourself up until you could hardly move, and I'd still be thinking about how sexy you'd be if you gained another fifty pounds.�

�� Is that so?� Well, I do enjoy a challenge,� Diane said, a broad smile breaking out across her face, which had become a little rounder than before, �I noticed the tap on this thing is threaded; do you think you've got a hose or anything that might fit it?�

�� A hose for...� I thought, before suddenly realizing what Diane had in mind, �Oh! Yes, I think I might have something down in the basement with my brewing stuff.� Here, give me one second.� Just wait right there.� Don't move an inch.�

�� In a moment I had retrieved what Diane needed, a thick piece of flexible tubing about six feet long.� My own hands were shaking in anticipation as I screwed it onto the tap; I could only guess at how far Diane might go if all she had to do was just stand there swallowing while the machine had its way with her.

�� Here, that should do it,� I said as I handed to end of the hose to Diane, who took it eagerly.

�� Now then, I know this was your fantasy before it was mine, and you've probably got a perfect size in mind that you want me to be,� Diane said as she leaned over the machine again, smiling playfully, �But this just feels so good, I think I might have trouble restraining myself to the limits of your imagination, so if I end up letting myself get a little too big for you, well, I'm sure I'll be able to come up with some way of apologizing and making it up to you.�

�� And with that, she popped the hose into her mouth and turned the handle.� The machine whirred just as before, as the shimmering liquid quickly flowed through the tubing and Diane began to swallow.� For a few moments, she proceeded much as before, contentedly sucking on the hose as her figure steadily expanded.� Suddenly though, and with a lustful gleam in her eye, she reached over and gave the valve another turn.� The machine grew louder; the glass tanks on the machine bubbling furiously as it picked up speed.� The hose gave a kick that almost pulled it free from Diane's lips, and then the surge hit her.� Her cheeks bulged out as if she couldn't swallow fast enough to keep up; she staggered back against the counter, her burgeoning breasts wobbling impressively as she did so.� For a moment I thought she was choking; I was ready to tell her to stop, to slow down and be careful, but my concerns were unfounded.� Even as I watched, Diane seemed to be getting the rhythm of it, finding a way to swallow down the flood of liquid pumping into her.� I wondered how much it was, a gallon a minute, maybe even twice that?� Whatever it was, it was obvious that there was a lot of it.

�� As I watched, her pajama pants grew tighter and tighter, straining to contain Diane's fattening figure.� Over the sound of fraying stitches, I watched her lavish hips spreading wider and wider as Diane sucked greedily at the hose.� Gaps appeared and opened along the seams of her pants, revealing Diane's ever more voluptuous figure.� Her breasts billowed outward as if they had been waiting for this; before long they were wider than her plump shoulders, every drop that she drank forcing her swollen melons to become even fatter and heavier than they already were.� As they swelled, their expansion forced them against each other, her cleavage developed into a deep and trembling canyon, starting just below her neck and extending downwards for a good eight inches at least.�

�� Diane was taking it all in with ease by now; a look of sheer pleasure spread across her face as she drank.� She was starting to fatten up all over now.� Her chubby arms filled her sleeves completely; the shirt drew close around her shoulders, her entire body growing lush and self-indulgent before my eyes.� The dimples in Diane's cheeks grew more pronounced, and she was well on her way to developing a double chin, becoming more alluring and desirable with each passing second.� As the machine continued pumping her full of fat, Diane's belly grew more enticingly enlarged, as if she knew just how much I longer for a woman with a belly so round that it swayed when she moved, and was determined to exceed even my bountiful ideals.� The waistband of her pants, unable to contain such lush immensity, slipped lower and lower, until the growing strain finally made it split apart, her pants now held up only by Diane's gorgeously womanly hips.� The impression of the elastic band remained impressed on Diane's skin, a faint line just a couple inches below her navel, her huge belly trembling helplessly as she willed herself to keep going.� There was a loud rip; Diane's pants fluttered to the floor in rags as she burst out of them.� All she wore now from the waist down was a pair of white lace panties, which, for the moment at least, still had enough give to contain my billowing bride.� Really though, all I could see was where their band dug into her waist; in front they were completely swallowed up by the sublime overfullness of her figure and overshadowed by her bountiful belly.

�� The machine gave a low whine, like it was kicking into a higher gear, and Diane's boobs nearly exploded.� They bounced clear off her belly as fat gushed into them, filling them so quickly that I wondered how her body could even stand such abuse.� With a loud slap, they stuck Diane's belly again, her entire body quaking from the impact.� Her lips still wrapped tightly around the hose, I could hear Diane's stifled cries of ecstasy as her figure expanded to ever more astonishing proportions.� With a look of sheer bliss on her round face, Diane reached beneath her huge breasts and tried to support them.� They had become entirely too massive now for her hands to manage now though; their weight made them slip from her fingers no matter what she did, her ballooning bosom quivering like she had been pumped full of gelatin.� By the time she gave up and simply contented herself with kneading and stroking her ponderous melons, they had been fattened to the point where her arms all but disappeared behind them.� Swollen larger than beach balls now; they stood out more than a foot beyond her still-growing belly.� As perfectly naked and unsupported as they were, to say nothing of how staggeringly heavy they had to be, Diane's breasts were just so lusciously overladen that their tops continued to rise higher and higher.� Already their upper hemispheres were nearly level with her plump shoulders; she could probably have buried her face between them if she wanted to.� As she grew more titanic, her pleasure only seemed to increase; every new inch of pale, tremulous flesh increasing the fever pitch of her blissfulness.

�� Suddenly a look of discomfort crossed Diane's face.� She arched her back, and while it made her figure look all the more magnificent, I could tell that something was wrong.� She staggered back against the counter, and as she reached it she hastily turned away from me, her breasts smacking audibly against the counter top as she bent forward, as if the massive weight of her bust had finally become too much to endure.� I meant to call out and ask if she was okay, or hurry to her side and turn the machine off to spare from becoming any more immense than she already was.� I realized that in my eagerness to transform my wife into the object of my fantasies that I had pushed her too far.� Even as I hesitated there thinking about all this, I saw that my hesitation was only loading Diane with more weight.� Her ass had been fattened to tantalizing overfullness; it swelled out behind her body enormously, her lusciously well-fleshed thighs, which were so thick that Diane now had to spread her feet apart simply to give them room, seemed small in comparison.� Her panties had been almost completely overwhelmed by its immensity; their waist was little more than a taut string stretched around her prodigious hips, though just at the small of Diane's back, below a pair of dimples just above where her body billowed outwards so bewitchingly, was still a small triangle of white fabric, stretched to translucence by her fattening figure.

�� Even though Diane's shirt was open in front, I could see that it was pulled tight across her back as she made herself keep swallowing.� It split apart around her arms, which had become so fat that they jiggled almost as much as the rest of her.� The machine's pitch was rising, as if it were working too hard; an instant later Diane let out a quiet moan as her body inflated with fat as if she were plus-sized blow-up doll.� Even from behind, I saw her massive breasts spilling out across the counter in front of her, so huge now that she could barely make room for her arms to support her weight.� Her shirt was torn to ribbons; her arms and shoulders had become lush with overindulgence.� Along her back she was starting to develop some rolls; she was being inundated with so much fat that her body was simply running out of room, every inch of her figure giving way to accept more and more and more.� If I had thought that Diane's ass was huge before, the next few seconds proved just how wrong I had been as fat surged into her quaking behind until it began to look as if her thighs were about to disappear into its sumptuous immensity.� Diane gave another weak cry, I tried to reach the machine to turn it off, but found that my wife had been fattened to such monumental proportions that it was hard to reach the tap without pushing her out of the way.� Finally, pressed tight against her luscious form, I reached the handle and turned it off, its whine growing deeper and quieter as it came to a stop.� For a moment, Diane didn't move.� I stepped back, not sure whether it was even safe to touch her or if I should call 911.� What would I tell them anyway? That my wife gain three hundred pounds in the last hour as an anniversary present using a machine that defied the laws of physics and something seemed to have gone wrong?� Fortunately my worries were put to rest as Diane dragged her enormous bosom off the counter and, with very uncertain steps, turned to me and looked at me questioningly.

�� Why did you turn it off?� she asked, pouting, �I was just starting to really get into it.� Don't tell me that the sight of my boobs filling up the kitchen counter there was too much for you.�

�� What?� I said, �I thought you were in trouble!� You were all moaning and leaning on the counter like you were in pain or something.�

�� Oh, no, no, no,� she assured me, �It just, well, it just all felt so incredible I was afraid I was going to pass out, though my back was getting a little sore there.� I just needed a little support while I was still growing, and besides, I thought you wouldn't mind watching the other side of me blimp out while I was at it.�

�� Oh, that's a relief,� I said, �So you're okay then?� You don't think you're too big now or anything?�

�� No, do you think I'm too big?� she asked, turning to show me her indecently ample profile, her overladen breasts swaying heavily as she moved.

�� What? No, you're incredible.� I never even imagined I'd see a woman with your figure, let alone be married to one!� I was just worried you were getting bigger than you wanted to or it was starting to hurt or something.�

�� Well, don't worry about that, hon,� Diane said with a playful smile, �Being this big feels even more wonderful than I could have dreamed.� I can't even describe how amazing it is, feeling everything just jiggling and bouncing every time I do so much as breathe.� And just standing there, feeling my boobs getting bigger and bigger, watching them just getting all fat and juicy, the way I could just feel it flowing into my body, until every inch of me just got so hot I think if you'd touched me the right way I would have just come so hard I'd probably pass out!� And look! I got my wish too; my nipples aren't all tiny any more.� And okay, maybe I didn't necessarily want them to be as big as wine corks, but you would not believe how sensitive these are.� You could probably make me come like a runaway train just from sucking on one.� So then, lover, what do you want to do with me now?�

�� Looking at Diane standing there, boundlessly more beautiful, more sensual than any woman I had ever laid eyes on, I could think of any number of things I could do with such a winsome and willing wife.� Something told me though that she had something other than the obvious in mind though, and it might be worth my while to wait on retiring to the bedroom together for a test drive just yet.

�� Well, what do you want to do?� I asked her.

�� Hmm, I'm glad you asked,� Diane said in a conspiratorial way, �On one hand, I'm sure I'm already bigger than any of those women you see at work, and I think I even beat that girl at the deli now by a healthy margin.� But this machine, it seems to work so well I expect that it's just a matter of time before it goes public and women everywhere start fattening themselves up.� I know you can't resist looking when an extra curvy girl walks by, and I'd hate to call it quits now and then see you craning your neck to watch some other woman whose gone and fattened herself up even more than I have six months down the line or so; I'm just jealous that way, don't you know.� So I was thinking, if you don't mind, that I might indulge myself just the tiniest bit more tonight, if you don't think that would make me too much woman for you to handle.�

�� What? No, too big isn't really a thing in my book, you just take this as far as you want to; I'll only want you more,� I told her, hardly able to believe that my wife still hadn't had enough of this.� I was almost worried that in the morning she might regret this, that Diane would wake up and feel like she had turned herself into an overstuffed sex toy for me and be mad that I hadn't tried to stop her.� But then again, she was a big girl, and I had never been able to talk her out of anything she set her mind on, so why would I start trying now?

�� Oh, you're so understanding; that's one of the things I love about you, hon,� Diane said warmly as she reached for the hose again, �And don't worry about me getting too big to do things.� I work from the house here; it isn't like I'm in the habit of running marathons or anything.� As long as I can still walk and make it out of the house now and then, because I'd hate for the rest of the world not to know just what a lucky guy you are, I'm mobile enough for my needs.� And besides, I'm still so thirsty, and I feel like I can probably hold a few more gallons before I'm at my limit.� And you know, the biggest girl that Alicia showed me, the one so gigantic that I just knew I had to have a body like hers, Alicia said that she had just kept right on drinking until the machine burned itself out.� I don't think I could respect myself if I couldn't keep this up at least that long.�

�� And without waiting for me to say another word, Diane stuck the hose into her mouth, shot me a coquettish glance, and turned on the machine.� It sounded wrong this time; beneath its steady whirr, there was sort of a rumbling sound as well, as if the hard use that Diane had been putting it through had knocked something inside it out of balance.� It was still working well enough though, Diane's body began once more to quiver, her breasts already starting to swell.� A moment later though, there was a loud snap from the machine.� After a moment's pause it grew much louder, the rumbling noise getting faster and faster until it was just a deep, resonant hum.� The hose bulged outwards from the pressure; Diane looked like a woman struggling to drink from a fire-hose.� As gallons of the fluid flowed into her body, her hips surged outwards until with a loud snap, her overstretched panties finally gave way, fluttering limply to the floor as Diane's hips grew so lusciously wide, so exquisitely swollen and fat that I wondered how she was even going to fit through doors after this.� Even from her front, I could see her ass quivering as Diane forcibly fattened herself to the point where even I began to wonder if she was overdoing it.� She couldn't even stand up straight any more, bending over from the sheer immensity of her rear and the ponderous weight of her breasts.� Her thighs fattened until they trembled, becoming thicker and softer with each passing moment as Diane desperately kept moving her feet further and further apart just so she'd be able to balance.� Soon her entire body from her waist down was just quivering with excess, her figure becoming an hourglass of exquisitely obscene proportions.� Each moment belly grew even more distended.� On any other woman it would have looked absolutely colossal, so round and lusciously full that Diane couldn't even hope to reach her plump arms around it.� Even as globe-like as it was, the lower edge of her magnificent belly reached just a few inches above her knees, bulging out at her sides as if her body could barely contain how much fat she was gorging herself with.� For all that though, Diane's belly was almost complete overwhelmed by the sheer massiveness of her breasts.� Supremely swollen and fat, they stuck out more than two feet in front of her sublimely buxom body.� They were so round they all but formed a shelf in front of Diane; they hung down nearly to her waist, only her navel and the growing expanse of belly below it visible beneath them.� And every second, Diane's single-minded drive to fill herself with more was forcing them to grow more enlarged.� As more and more fat pumped into her body; I could hear Diane's breasts stretching to hold it all, her nipples becoming puffy and taut as the volume within her overladen melons continued to mount.� She was straining just to support them now; simply being able to stand with the weight of her enormous tits was almost too much for Diane, her entire body quaking from the effort, and from the vast, unceasing flood she was so single-mindedly forcing into herself.

�� The machine began to slow; I could see the rate of Diane's weight gain was beginning to slow apace.� She noticed as well, watching the device as she struggled to use her arms to lend some support to her massive bust.� The machine roared to life once again.� Sparks flew from it, gauges buried themselves in the red, and a steady stream of smoke issued from several places on it as it sounded as if it were about to fly to pieces.

�� I thought Diane was already as big as she could possibly become.� I thought the machine had been filling her up as fast as such a thing could possibly happen.� I had never imaged that a woman could become so tantalizingly immense and still have such an incomparably womanly figure.� But I had seen nothing.

�� As the machine roared as if it was about to fly apart, Diane just blew right up before my eyes.� Her thighs seemed to double in size in a few seconds, so exquisitely fat that they jiggled as if they could hold no more.� Her ass endured a rush that left it so alarmingly overfilled that it began to overwhelm even her hips.� Diane's breasts though, endured the worst of it.� They were engorged with fat until they creaked with overfullness; barely able to contain the vast weight and volume of their burden.� Diane was shaking helplessly; I couldn't begin to imagine how heavy they had to be now that they were each nearly three feet across, throbbing with excess, as if they had been filled to bursting with jelly.� With a twang, and the sound of several glass vials cracking, the machine finally ground to a halt, though as it did so it grudgingly fattened Diane up by another hundred pounds or so, far more, I was afraid, than my wife's overfattened figure could possibly withstand.

�� Finally, as the smoke cleared, I saw Diane, her hands weak and trembling, take the hose out of her mouth.� Her arms were so fat now that she had to work to bend her elbows enough to reach it, and with a sigh, she let herself fall back against the counter behind her.� The wood groaned from her weight, and finally she turned and gave me a weary but boundlessly satisfied smile.

�� Well, this might be a little bit more than I had in mind originally, but I did outlast Alicia's machine!� But I bet you won't be staring at other girls anymore, now will you, love?� Diane asked as she rolled her shoulders forward and gave a shimmy that set a truly vast expanse of pale flesh aquiver; her titanic breasts so massive hey looked like if they gained another ounce it would have pushed her right past their limits.

�� Oh, Diane,� I sighed, torn between awe and concern at my wife's tremendously overfilled figure, �You're-you're okay, right?� This isn't too much for you, is it?�

�� Oh my gosh, you have no idea,� Diane whispered, her voice husky with desire, �I feel like I'm absolutely filled to the brim.� Every inch of my body is just singing with pleasure, though my boobs are a bit sore; I'm not how much more my poor tits could have held.� I know it probably sounds crazy to even be saying this, but I kinda wish they were even bigger.� I never knew why some women just went and let themselves get fatter and fatter like this before, but now that my tits are so heavy I can barely even stand up- well, love, this is the best anniversary present you could possibly have given me.� Now why don't you come here and tell me what you think of this fat little wife of yours now?�

�� Diane didn't have to ask me twice.� The closer I came to her, the more staggeringly luscious Diane looked, her entire figure so overfilled with fat that I was almost afraid to touch her, her breasts in particular still looking awfully distended.� But she insisted.� Heaving herself away from the counter, Diane spread her arms and enfolded me in her divine embrace.� Her arms were too short to reach beyond her own fulsome gifts, but she pressed her indescribably full body against me, and I slipped between her vast, overladen breasts, so very warm and yielding to the slightest pressure against them.� Her huge, indulgent belly was soft and inviting, and when I tried to wrap my arms around her waist I found them squashed tightly between Diane's ample hips and the underside of her mammoth bosom.� Even as I worked to reach my arms farther around her, I knew that I'd be lucky to even make it half way around her waist, though the fact that every inch of her body just begged to be stroked and fondled was more than enough to make up for that.� She kissed me with a passion I had never known she even had, our lips pressed together with fierce urgency, her entire body aflame with a lust she had never been able to experience before.� She held on as if she held me prisoner, though her body yielded and surrendered against mine.

�� I wanted her as I had never wanted her before.� I leaned in, wanting to feel the sweet pressure of Diane's body against mine even more.� She reeled back against the counter for support, taking me with her.� As I pushed myself against her, I could feel her quakingly overstuffed ass bulging out as it bore the bulk of her weight.� Diane's huge belly gave way submissively as we fought to get closer; her body swollen with barely-contained excess, quivering and vulnerable as my wife parted her lips from mine and whispered urgently.

�� I need you to fuck me.� Right now.�

�� Before I could answer Diane slipped away and made for our bedroom.� It was obvious that she was moving as fast as she could, but having gained such an enormous amount of weight and having her figure inflated to such spectacular proportions, just walking was a huge challenge for her now.� Diane's tremendous ass jiggled hypnotically with every faltering step she took, so quakingly fat that it jiggled with a rhythm independent of the rest of her body.� Diane's hips kept smacking against walls of the hallway as she stumbled, her breasts so gargantuan now that even from behind her I could see them swaying and wobbling with each uncertain step.

�� Oh, this is going to take more getting used to than I thought,� Diane gasped as she paused to catch her breath, �There's just so much of me now, and it's all so- so jiggly, I don't even know what to do with all of me.� You enjoying the show back there?�

�� You have no idea,� I told her, hardly able to keep my eyes off her.

�� Hmmm, I'm glad you're enjoying it so far, but this is just the appetizer; you're going to love the main course,� Diane purred as she struggled through the bedroom door, �Maybe it is a good thing that machine conked out when it did; this just feels so wonderful I probably would have kept going until I was too big to move.�

�� With winsome awkwardness, Diane climbed onto the bed, her huge belly and massive breasts dragging across the mattress hard enough that when she rolled over on her back I saw that they were more than a little red from the friction, her plumped-up nipples ready and waiting.

�� Everything just feels so different this way.� My belly keeps rubbing between my thighs; my boobs seem to rub against everything.� It would all be kind of uncomfortable really, if it wasn't getting me so turned on,� Diane sighed, kneeling on the middle of the bed, her breasts suspended just above the mattress, her enormous behind bulging in every direction as she leaned back on her haunches, �The girl at the deli always makes it look so easy to be this size!�

�� Well, she's had a lot more time to get used to it, and on top of that, you're probably about twice her size by now.� You're not sorry you did it, are you?� I asked, for as much as I loved seeing my wife transformed into the woman of my dreams, I did still want her to be happy.

�� Well I dunno, maybe you'll just have to give me a good reason to enjoy being this big,� Diane said coyly as she lay back, her immense breasts rolling out to either side of her body, naked and quivering in the dim light, �Why don't you come over here and give me some convincing?�

�� In a flash I was out of my clothes and in bed with Diane.� Lying with her, being so close, skin to skin, she was even more captivating.� I drew in close next to Diane, her prodigiously overfattened hip pressing against me, her massive bosom pushing me softly away as I tried to reach her lips for a kiss.� The lushness of her body was even more incredible than I had imagined; every word I had ever written describing a woman like this paled in comparison to the actual experience of feeling my wife squeezing her sumptuous body against me.� I leaned in to kiss her; her lips felt fuller; even they had been plumped up by her ordeal.� My hands wandered over as much of her bare flesh as I could reach, caressing Diane's lavish belly, slipping across the vast expanse of her bosom.� Until tonight, Diane's breasts had been small enough to fit easily in the palm of my hand, it was just amazing to feel my fingers tracing a path across a pair so monumental that even one of them was more than I could reach from here.� Diane was only growing more aroused.� She moaned softly, her tongue questing after mine as she wriggled sensuously against me.� Hugging me close, she drew her lips away from mine and smiled.

�� Don't be shy; I'm a big girl now, you can get on top on me and I'll be alright.� Besides, I want to see how much you can make my big, fat tits jiggle while you're fucking me.�

�� Diane rolled over on her back again, and not needing to be told twice, I got on top.� Once more, I still couldn't believe how huge she was.� Even with her breasts spilling out across the bed there remained a deep and trembling canyon between them, and her belly was so large that I wasn't sure this position was going to work.� Her ass was absolutely massive, lifting her hips, her whole lower body high off the mattress.� Her body was unbelievably warm and welcoming.� I felt myself rising to the occasion, prodding against the soft underside of Diane's belly.� There was just too much of her; I couldn't get nearly close enough to kiss her from here, at least not on the lips.� I reached out and pinched one of Diane's nipples; it throbbed and pulsed at my touch.� I pulled it closer; I felt like I was pulling an overfilled water balloon by its knot, her massive breast pressing submissively against me.� Beneath me, Diane moaned again, more urgently.

�� Oh stop teasing me!� I need it now! Come on, give it to me!�

�� She arched her back, spreading her lush legs wide to let me in.� Huge as her belly was, it was soft; Diane sighed as if she had been aching for this moment.� I thrust into her; Diane was so slick, the inmost walls of her body swelling inwards upon themselves with barely-contained fullness.� Everything about her was just so arousing I was afraid I wasn't going to last long; first I wanted to make sure Diane endured every ounce of pleasure I could give her.

�� Oh, yessss!� It's so much better like this!� she gasped, her body surging and ebbing against me, �More, give me more!�

�� Riding her harder now, I grabbed Diane's other nipple and pinched them both, hard.� As her spectacularly bloated breasts pressed tremulously against me, Diane screamed as I tried to drive myself into her even deeper, her overstuffed figure bouncing and rippling beneath me.

�� Yes!� I'm coming, Ahhhh!� Diane' screamed so loud the windows rattled in their frames, �Oh, something's happening.� Oh-my-I feel so-Oh! I- I'm getting- I'm getting-!!�

�� Before Diane could finish her thought, I had already noticed what she was getting.� Even with her entire body in a state of frenzied motion, I could see that Diane was gaining weight, and fast.� More than that though, I could feel it.� I felt her fattening beneath me, felt myself rising away from the bed as some unseen source filled her with more and more, as if what she needed after all this was to be stuffed to even more spectacular excess.

�� You're right; are you okay?� I asked, my rhythm slowing for a moment, suddenly worried about how this might be happening, afraid of just how huge my wife might be by the time we were done if this kept up, even as the thought of her growing as we made love made me even harder than before.

�� Ahh! Don't stop! Oh-Give me more!� I can take it!� Diane begged with such desperation that I could only do as she wished.

�� Strangely aroused by the idea that I our lovemaking was making her bigger, I decided that since Diane had made her desires clear, I was going to do my best to blow her up to double her size.� I seized her by the waist, my fingers sinking deep into the supple flesh of her hips, and drove myself into her as if I was trying to split her in two.� She cried out and fought for breath, consumed by ecstasy.� Diane's entire body billowed beneath me, some force invisibly pumping her full of far more than she should have been able to hold.� Even with her legs spread wide, her thighs began to press more insistently against me as they swelled with fat.� I could feel the throb of it rushing into her where my body pressed against her skin, Diane's belly stretching out further and further to her sides as she grew fatter by the second.� Diane's breasts were getting so huge it looked painful.� Rolling and bouncing along with the rest of her; I couldn't imagine how much they had to weigh now, how hard they had to be pulling as they slapped against her body.� They were soon inflated with so much fat that I couldn't even see Diane's face anymore; only her continued screams of rapture told me that she could even breathe.

�� I wondered how much longer I could go on.� I wanted to let go, to let the sweet release of love take me-I needed to, but I couldn't let myself stop just yet.� Now that I knew the pleasure of having a wife more unbelievably full-figured than any woman in the world, I wanted more, foolishly, desperately, I wanted to make Diane so fat she wouldn't be able to move.� She still wanted to be bigger?� I was going to find out just how far she was willing to go.�� Diane's breasts were so titanically fat I was almost afraid of what would happen if she took much more of this.� Already they were getting pink underneath where they kept smacking against her belly; I couldn't imagine how much more they could stretch as I felt myself losing control.

�� Oh, I can't- it�s too much- I'm going to-!� Diane gasped, her words almost too warped by her rapture to understand.

�� I felt myself lose control, releasing myself into her depths.� In this last instant of mutual rapture, Diane gained what must have been another hundred pounds in the space of a few seconds.� Fat poured into her breasts, distending them to the point where they looked like they had finally had too much; they creaked and quivered as her pale skin strained to hold such an impossible volume of fat.� Diane's hips flared out fully a foot wider as they were stuffed with all that they could hold, her ass billowing and quaking as they accepted even more.� Her entire body looked as if she was being filled well beyond her limits, as if whatever was doing this was forcing her to take every last drop that she could possibly endure.� I felt her tightening around me; even inside she was growing transcendently fat and full, and all the while she screamed as if she were wracked by ten times as much pleasure as a woman could withstand.

�� At last it seemed to be over.� Diane's entire body was still jiggling, a sheen of sweat coating her skin.� Her breasts still heaved and quivered; I heard her panting, fighting to catch her breath.� I felt completely and wonderfully spent as I pulled myself up level with Diane's face, trying not to put too much weight on any one part of her as I moved; she still looked alarmingly, if irresistibly overfilled.� Diane's breathing grew more regular, though her breasts, now so swollen that they almost spilled over the sides of the bed, continued to squeeze against me with her every inhalation.� Diane opened her eyes.

�� Oh my...That was- that was incredible.� Wow, I'm just-I have to catch my breath.� Oh, I thought I was huge before; this is just-� she managed, looking so satisfied that she fairly glowed, �Okay, I think you proved your point; I'm still tingling all over.� This is definitely worth getting caught in a doorway or two.�

�� Are you alright?� I asked, still not sure about what had just happened, �What was that, what made you start growing again?� Not that I'm complaining.�

�� Oh, that,� Diane said dreamily, as if she had hardly noticed that her already huge breasts were now swollen nearly to bursting, �Well, Alicia did say that this was still a bit unstable.� I guess I still had some of it inside me and when we, you know, it must have gotten all stirred up and well, made me gain a few more pounds.�

�� A few more?� You're nearly half again as big as you were when we came to bed,� I said, hardly able to believe that I was arguing against my wife getting bigger, �Are you sure you'll be able to walk?� Or this won't happen again next time we get intimate?�

�� Oh, you say it like it�s a bad thing,� Diane said, waving her plump hand dismissively, �I was kind of disappointed the machine didn't last long enough to fill me out a bit more anyway, and don't tell me you didn't love every second of it.� And walking- I'm beginning to think it's overrated, but I'm sure I'll be fine.� As for next time, I really don't think I'll be getting any bigger than I am already, but if I do, I don't think you're going to mind.�

�� Diane, my love, you are one amazing woman,� I told her, reminded once again why I had married her in the first place.

�� And you're the best husband a girl could ask for,� She answered with a yawn, �You take care of me and introduce me to all sorts of fun things.� If you don't mind though, I think I might try to get some sleep now.� I have had an awfully full day, after all.�

�� And turning off the bedside lamp, we both drifted off to sleep, Diane pressed up close against me, warm and lush and the very image of womanly perfection...

�� I awoke to the sound of someone working in the kitchen.� In the faint morning light I saw that I was alone in bed, the tangled sheets attesting to our eventful night before.� I heard Diane humming brightly to herself; the smell of fresh coffee wafted into the bedroom.� Had it all been a dream?� It had all seemed so real, but now it was a new day; surely last night couldn't have happened.� It was just impossible; I'd spent so much time writing in my own strange world that I had somehow dreamed them onto my own wife. �I heard her footsteps coming down the hall; the old floorboards creaked softly.

�� Well, look who finally decided to wake up,� Diane said as she came into the room.

�� She was smiling, holding a fresh cup of coffee, and was absolutely enormous.� I could only stare as she stuffed herself through the door, her more voluptuous regions wobbling alluringly as she squeezed through.� If anything she was even bigger than I remembered, and though those most recently-added pounds only made her figure more bewitching.

�� Well, aren't you going to say good morning to your fat little wife?� Diane said teasingly as she sat down beside me, the bed groaning from the added load, �Or are you just still a little addled from last night?� Poor dear, I suppose it was quite a way to celebrate our anniversary.� Here, this should help.�

�� Good morning,� I managed as I took a sip from the proffered cup, �You're looking gorgeous today.�

�� Well, I don't usually make breakfast naked, you know, but it seems that for some reason nothing seems to fit me anymore,� Diane said with obvious pride, throwing her chest out as if I might otherwise overlook the two most obvious reasons that she was going to need a new wardrobe, �So, I had an idea.�

�� Oh, what's that?� I asked with interest, since Diane's ideas lately had been turning out pretty well, to say the least.

�� Well, I know you've always enjoyed writing your stories,� she said coyly as she leaned in, her massive breasts hanging on top of me, �Why don't you write a true one for a change and tell this one?�

�� No one would ever believe me,� I said, eying my wife's luscious form beside me, �But then, it might make for an interesting story.�

�� I thought so,� Diane said as she took my mug and set it on the nightstand, �But before you sit down to start typing it up just yet, why don't we find out for sure if there's any more of that stuff still in my system waiting for us to stir it up?� My figure still isn't quite as full as I'd like, and I'm positive I could gain a few more pounds and still be able to fit through the door there.� That is, as long as you don't mind if I get a little bigger.�

�� What could I say?� All I knew now, as I felt Diane's hot breath against my neck and the arousing lushness of her body pressed against me, was that my eye was definitely not going to be wandering to other women anymore.