Caution: The following story contains ridiculous quantities of voluptuous weight gain, including massive, quivering breasts and other naughty sex stuff.� Consider yourself warned.

Too Much of a Good Thing: Growing Obsession

By: Kodos

����� It was early afternoon when I woke. Chloe's warm body was still pressed tightly against me and, feeling more than a bit guilty at how I had stuffed her far beyond what she was willing to take then night before, I felt the need to check in and make sure that feeding her until she begged for mercy and then making her come until she could barely stagger back to the cabin hadn't done her any lasting harm, aside from causing her to gain enough wait to burst out of what had looked like the biggest bikini in the world.� Chloe rested on her side, facing away from me, and every inch of her was magnificent to behold.� Her immense bosom spilled out across the bed, its vast expanse of milky, quiversome flesh swelling at its highest to a point perhaps four feet higher than the mattress, rising and falling in time with her deep and even breathing.� Her belly was scarcely less voluptuous; it ballooned out in front of her like an overinflated exercise ball, her sleek, supple thighs pressing softly against its underside all the way to her knees.� Chloe's breasts had grown so massive that they could no longer entirely resist gravity's pull and spread out across the bed, but her belly remained barely less taut than it had been the night before, standing out proudly in front of her and bulging out so wide that even from behind, it was an awe-inspiring sight.� Regarding behinds, Chloe's was even more divinely fat than I remembered from the night before.� I hadn't really had the chance to look at her from this angle then, but now I saw that her rear had endured an ample helping of the same treatment that the rest of her more feminine attributes had suffered out on the beach.� Her hips were sublimely fertile; already broader than the door into the bedroom, and I imagined that Chloe had only been able to make it into the house thanks to how pliable and yielding her figure had become.� Her ass bulged out behind her prodigiously, luxuriously overfed and fattened to the point where I had a hard time resisting the urge to wake her, wanting so very desperately to feed her even more and then delight the rapture that was sex with a woman fattened to the point where she looked as if a bite of even the smallest morsel would be too much for her overladen body to bear.� Compared to her brimming behind, her waist was positively narrow in comparison; it alluringly complemented her thighs, which were so smooth and fat that though she lay with them pressed tightly together, her knees were forced apart by their bountiful proportions.� I put my hand on her shapely hip and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek.

����������� "Mmmmm?" Chloe murmured, as she nuzzled her face deeper into the warm cleft between her breasts.

����������� I thought again about waking her up; she was so enticingly voluptuous laying there, not only the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, but more beautiful than any I had ever imagined.� Everything about her, every swelling curve, every everything about her radiated raw sensuality, as if she was not merely a woman to be loved but a temple in which to worship, in which to lose myself, completely and utterly.� I reached out for her shoulder, and then stopped myself.� As incredible as last night had been, it had been hard on Chloe; the long walk back home after being stuffed to bursting and loved so roughly had left her barely able to walk, and if I recalled her desires rightly, she was going to want my help in getting even bigger today, all without needing any extra encouragement from me.� She needed her sleep, and I needed a wash up, so pausing only to plant a kiss on the soft curve of her rounded shoulder, I left her to sleep and found my way to the shower, where as soon as the water was warmed up, I stepped in, closed the door behind me, and set about getting the sand out of my hair.

����������� All the while though, I couldn't help but think about what Chloe might be planning for today.� Of course, last night I had fed her enough to push even her limits; she had even begged me stop, and yet, once the deed was done, she had enjoyed what followed so very, very much, and I wondered again what she might have in mind.� I imagined myself with her in the kitchen, the table piled high with a banquet worthy of the most decadent sultan of the east, feeding her bite after bite as she eagerly swallowed everything I offered her.� I could see it now, her monumental belly growing larger and larger as she gained weight far more quickly than she comfortably could, her ass becoming more and more luxurious as it was enlarged to such callipygian excess that her legs could hardly support her. I envisioned her breasts swelling up like balloons, inflating until they were so terribly engorged with fat that their sheer massiveness would leave Chloe unable to move.� She'd be helpless then, unable to resist as I fed her another rich morsel, her breasts creaking with fat as they became even more distended; she moaned with desire-�

����������� Drifting out of my reverie, I realized that my fantasizing had aroused more than my imagination.� I desperately wanted to go back to the bedroom to Chloe, and start off her day with a steamy lovemaking session, if only because I felt like I wasn't going to be able to look at her and keep my wits about me if I didn't get some release soon, but she had looked so very tired, and I had no doubts that I would still be able to rise to the occasion later when the situation called for it so I was just about to go ahead and chalk this one up as self-service when I thought I heard the bathroom door swing open.� The glass walls were too steamed up for me to see through, and over the sound of the water spattering against the tiles I couldn't hear anyone else in the room.� I had just decided that it was just my imagination when the door opened and a plump arm reached in and wrapped itself around the doorframe.� A moment later, Chloe's smiling face appeared.

����������� "Good morning there, lover," she beamed, looking me over with approval, "You weren't starting without me, now were you?"

����������� "Oh no, well, not exactly," I stammered, feeling mildly embarrassed, "I was just thinking of you, and last night and everything, and well, one thing lead to another, obviously, and I know you had a long night and I didn't want to wake you up before you were ready and well, then you came in."

����������� "Awww, that's so sweet of you, letting me sleep in," Chloe said, "but don't worry about me; I'm wide awake and ready for another big day in paradise; though I suppose I could probably do with a shower too, come to think of it.� Why don't I come in and keep you company in there and we can both get cleaned up, or maybe get dirty again, if you're still in the mood for it."

����������� "Are you sure that you can still fit in here?" I asked.

����������� "Oh, I imagine it'll be a tight squeeze, and my poor, bloated tits are so awfully sensitive now, but I'm sure I can make it worth your while to help me," Chloe replied, "Now, help me get my boobs through the door."

����������� It took a fair bit of work to help Chloe squeeze through the narrow shower door.� I had to tug her swollen melons through one at a time, to her audible delight, and Chloe was able to jam her belly through mostly by just putting her weight behind it.� I worried that it was going to be impossible to get her big, squeezable, ass through, though it turned out that for all its size, Chloe's rear was more than soft enough that, with a bit of help, she was able to stuff herself through the door and into the shower.

����������� "Hmm," she observed as she closed the door behind her, now wet body brushing against me enticingly as she turned and leaned in close to me, "I remembered there being more room in here.� Oh well, I'm not crowding you, am I?"

����������� "Oh no, not at all," I hastened to assure her, "I've never been more comfortable."

����������� Chloe's lush body filled the entire shower, her fertile form pinning me to the wall.� The water cascaded across the swelling rondure of her mammoth bosom, running down in little rivulets to the valley between her two magnificent mountains.� Smiling seductively, Chloe pressed herself against me.� The softness of her breasts, their all too ponderous weight, and the way they were so heavenly slippery right now were overpowering.� Her brimming jugs seemed to envelop me, pushing against the wall, spreading to either side of my body as she worked her hands beneath their wobbling bulk and reached out to embrace me.

����������� "Ohh, it is so nice to have a hot shower; I didn't realize how stiff I was feeling until just a minute ago," she said as she squeezed in closer, her belly rubbing against me with yielding overfullness, "Mmm, I didn't realize how stiff you were either."

����������� I felt myself growing harder as Chloe began to sway her body against me.� I was poking up against the soft curve of the underside of her belly and eagerly I grabbed her and pulled her against me tightly.

����������� "Well," Chloe said with a wicked smile, her face only inches from my own, "It's a shame that we don't have enough room in here for you to take advantage of me properly.� You know, I bet I could make you come just by letting you rub that hard cock of yours under one of my bloated tits and against my huge, fat tummy.� It's just so warm, so very, very wet, I can't even tell you how hot it makes me to know that you want me so much I can bring you to climax without you even being inside of me.� You fattened me up so much last night though, my belly is still so dreadfully tender; you wouldn't believe how much my skin stretched while you were stuffing me within an inch of my life, I'm not sure how much more abuse like that I can take right now.� Still, if you're up for fooling around a little and seeing just how many ways your lush, swollen Chloe can get you off, I think I've got an idea you're going to enjoy even more

����������� "What kind of idea?" I asked eagerly.

����������� "Don't worry, you just stand there," she instructed me, "You've been so thoughtful helping me back last night and letting me rest up this morning, now you just let me do all the work."

����������� And with a wink, Chloe leaned in, kissed me, and then began to slowly sink to the floor.� It couldn't be easy for her to kneel when just standing was clearly a challenge; honestly I was kind of surprised she could even walk.� I felt her belly slipping moistly against my body as she slowly surrendered to gravity.� Chloe slid her sumptuously swollen breasts down along my body, her skin exquisitely warm and wet.� As she lowered herself ponderously to the tile floor, I felt her belly bulging forward against my legs, and with a thrill of lust, I felt myself, throbbing, jabbing at the underside of one of Chloe's deliciously engorged breasts.� She stared up at me from between them and gave me a look that told me she wanted this even more than I did.� She gave her shoulders a shimmy and I slid into the slick cleft between her breasts.� They hung together tightly, lusciously heavy while their quivering flesh remained so very willing to surrender to the slightest pressure, and as Chloe continued her descent I realized that this wasn't all she had in mind.� As she reached the floor, I slipped partway out from between her breasts, and Chloe, kneeling before me, gazed up at me, her bangs plastered to her forehead, and smiled.

����������� "Ooh, that tile is so cold against my little tush!" Chloe exclaimed with a shiver as her bottom squashed up against door.

����������� "Little?" I asked.

����������� "Well, okay, not little," Chloe admitted, glancing back over her shoulder at the way her ass squeezed against three walls of the shower, "But it is very tender, especially after having all that fat pumped into it.� Besides, I've got my legs splayed out as far as they can go here and my belly is still resting on the floor.� Do you have any idea how incredible, how arousing it is to feel that?� All my life I've known that if I was on my knees there'd be at least a foot of empty space between the floor and my tummy, but just feeling all that flesh, soft and sensitive pressing against my thighs, not just having a big, round belly so huge that it can touch the floor like this, but having one so ginormous that it feels like an overinflated water balloon.� The weight alone- I didn't even realize how heavy it was until it was resting on the ground, feeling it pushing against you like this.� I know me being this huge in front is going to make it more awkward to do it missionary-style, but just the feeling of having so much of my body touching- well, everything it just, well, if it didn't all feel so incredible I think I'd be a little frightened at how horny everything seems to make me now. "

����������� Her body almost completely filling the shower from my waist down, Chloe gave her hips a lusty wriggle as her skin made sounds like a wet balloon rubbing against a window, her faintly-freckled flesh glistening moistly, almost every inch of her fattened to such breathtaking opulence that just the soft patter of the water against her skin was enough to make her quiver all over.

����������� "So, you know, I've been getting a lot of practice sucking on things lately, what with the soft serve machine at the restaurant and all that whipped cream you kept feeding me last night and everything, and I just can't tell you how much I've been enjoying it, having something just filling my mouth, pumping more and more down my throat and into my huge, helpless body.� And this afternoon, well, I have plans that call for me expanding these new-found skills of mine on a truly massive scale and I was thinking," Chloe paused to cast a lustful glance up at me, "that I could show you how good I've gotten at it.� Sucking, I mean.� Unless of course you object."

����������� Finding myself at a loss for words, I shook my head.

����������� "Good boy," Chloe said as she licked her lips, "You just relax then; I know I've been ever so demanding while you've worked so very hard at fattening me up these last few days and I want you to know how very much I appreciate your selfless efforts."

����������� And having announced her intentions, Chloe set about getting herself positioned.� She spread her plump arms out across the tops of her glistening melons, reached forward until she was able to touch me and pulled herself in.� Chloe's breasts, finding themselves compressed between her body and the wall, bulged out spectacularly, desperate for space that wasn't already filled by her magnificent figure.� As she pulled herself in closer, her chubby arms sank deeply into the vast expanse of sensual flesh.� As the pressure against them grew Chloe gasped, and with one final burst of effort drew herself in close enough to accomplish her goal.� Her breasts bulged out alarmingly as she squeezed them against my legs until I found myself completely trapped by the tantalizing lushness of her body.� Chloe looked up at me again, her eyes gleaming with desire, her ruby lips so very plump and full that I knew it would be a waste for her not to employ them in this particular service.� She closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and took me in all at once.� The second she wrapped her lips around me she began to tease me with her tongue in a way that almost made me come right then and there.� I put a hand on the back of her head and pressed her closer to me; I could feel her wet hair against my stomach as she began to suck even harder.� With Chloe leaning in so close, I looked down the slope of her back, watching the way the water ran down it, past her soft shoulders, falling along the rolls of fat that had blossomed along her back and, only after being crammed with as much fat as they could hold, been joined by more, down to her waist, where even with her voluminous belly, the small of her back still looked graceful and feminine.� Just below it though, Chloe's ass ballooned out with lavish immensity.� As she rocked her body, obviously enjoying this at least as much as I was, her behind quaked and rippled, filling almost as much of the shower as her titanic bosom did.� She began to suck with a fierce urgency now, and thrust herself even more ardently against me.� Her breasts swelled out even more; I felt her slick, soft skin surging against my body like a sea of desire; I saw her overfilled bosom pressing against her flushed cheeks; I felt like I could come any second but Chloe just kept getting better and I didn't want this to end.� She was still going at it hungrily, nursing my cock like she was afraid she'd die without it.� I needed something to hold onto and grabbed for Chloe's dripping breasts; she shivered as I touched them.� They were soft and slippery and warm with the hot water and the burning heat of her body.� Her tits were indulgently fat, so provocatively overfilled that I wondered how she could stand the pressure of squeezing them so tightly against me.� Chloe caressed me with her mouth; I could feel the climax building, and felt myself growing even harder.� Chloe must have sensed it too as she redoubled her efforts, murmuring softly with pleasure in a way that made her mouth vibrate subtly and excitingly.� I had held back as long as I could; I gasped with release as I came like a torrent gushing down Chloe's throat.� She moaned more loudly, still milking me as if she wanted to ensure that she didn't miss a drop.� After what seemed like all too short an eternity, it was over.� Feeling spent, I looked down at Chloe.� She looked up at me adoringly, and giving me one last tug for good measure, she swallowed and opened her mouth to release me.

����������� �Mmm, now aren't you glad I came in when I did?� Chloe asked with a satisfied smile, absentmindedly rubbing me against one water-slickened breast in a way that threatened to bring me up for another round of her ample delights, �Oh, I know I've said it before, but everything, everything just feels so much more stimulating now that I'm so big.� I can hardly wait to wrap my lips around you once I'm even more voluptuous than I already am.�

����������� �You are incredible, you know that, right?� I asked, still more than a little dazed from Chloe's delectable attentions, �So, you really do want to gain even more weight, even after last night?�

����������� �Oh, you have no idea,� Chloe sighed, her eyes twinkling as she gazed up at me, large drops of water still spattering against her face, her red hair plastered against her neck and her plump shoulders, �I know I'm already so huge I ought to be terrified of getting any bigger, and the way you just kept feeding me last night, until I was so hopelessly stuffed I felt like I was just another mouthful away from bursting, asking you to feed me even more should be the last thing on my mind right now.� But I just can't help it anymore, it just feels too wonderful.� I want you to feed me until my breasts are so absolutely glutted with fat that they're distended like balloons, so heavy there's no way I could even dream of carrying them around, and so delicately overfilled that I'd be afraid to move them even if I could.� I want you to stuff me until they're so tender that your softest caress makes me come until I faint.� I'd dream of getting bigger and bigger, only to wake up to find you'd been pumping cream down my throat until my poor belly was so overfilled that I'd gotten stretchmarks, bright and livid against my pale, painfully tight skin, growing wider and longer as you kept right on cramming me with more. Maybe I'd have the strength to cry out, even with my mouth full as you pushed a whole bakery's worth of fattening sweets past my lips, but I know you know me too well to listen if I tried to tell you you were pushing me too far.� I'd keep right on swallowing, no matter how much you stuffed me with, and even if I cried out as my nipples fattened to the size of overripe tomatoes, taut and trembling, you'd just keep on going, because I know that there's a part of you that wants nothing more than to see me absolutely helpless before you, fattened to a state of just abject vulnerability that you could do anything you wanted with me and I wouldn't be able to resist.� You could spank my lush, overfed ass until I begged you to stop, or squeeze my poor titties until they felt like they were about to pop, and you'd still know that all I'd be waiting for if for you to climb on top of your exquisitely overfilled Chloe, and to fuck me within an inch of my life.� And then, when I'd finally stopped panting from however you wanted to treat me, I'd know I could still look forward to you fattening me up even more.�

����������� �So,� I said, awestruck at the scale of Chloe's ambitions, eager to help realize her indulgent dreams and more than a bit alarmed at how insatiable her appetites seemed to be growing, �Where do we start?�

����������� �Ah, I've been thinking about that,� Chloe said as she struggled to her feet, her body rubbing against me tantalizingly as she rose, �Oof, standing up was so much easier yesterday when I barely weighed four hundred pounds.� At least I can still go down easily enough.� You know, all this thinking about how truly obscenely sumptuous I want you to make me makes just stuffing myself seem a little on the slow side for the kind of things I have in mind.� I'll tell you what, lover; you just take your time here and enjoy a nice hot shower; I'd hate for you to have any aches bothering you when you're ravishing me later.� I'm going to be in the kitchen getting something special set up, something that's going to help you fatten me up to such a prodigious degree that you won't have the first idea where to start with me, though I'm sure I'll be able to come up with a few suggestions.� So you just take your time waking up, and don't come in until I call for you, alright?� Oh, and one other thing, I can feel you throbbing between my huge, swollen tits, like you'd come if I just gave them a little shimmy or maybe bounced them up and down just the tiniest bit, not that anything about me is tiny anymore; you've made sure of that, but see if you can't restrain yourself until you see my surprise for you, okay?�

����������� �Okay,� I managed, in awe at the goddess of self-indulgence my once-shy girlfriend had expanded into, �I'll try to restrain myself.�

����������� �Thanks hon, you're such a sweetie,� Chloe said brightly, leaning forwards to give me quick kiss, her massive breasts squeezing me so tightly I nearly lost control, �Oh, don't feel too bad; I've felt like I'm trembling on the brink of orgasm ever since last night.� It's like when you just kept feeding me and feeding me until I my tummy felt like it was sure to burst, you broke something inside of me, and now no matter how satisfied I ought to be, I just can't stopping being thirsty for more of everything that you're so very good at giving me.� And knowing that you get so hard you can barely stand it every time you see me naked, or whenever you touch my soft, overstretched skin, well, somehow that just makes me that much hornier; and don't think for a second that I'm not too naughty a girl to take full advantage of it.�

����������� And with one last wicked smile Chloe turned, her sumptuous body gliding against me invitingly as she did so, before squeezing her spectacularly fulsome figure through the shower door, affording me a long glimpse, as she walked to the door, of her ass, already looking for all the world as if it was fattened to bursting, swaying hypnotically with every step she took.� The door closed behind her, and I found myself alone, trying to resist the urge to run after Chloe, push her lush body to the floor where, a prisoner to her own ponderous body and her uncontainable lust, she'd be helpless while I fucked her until we both passed out from exhaustion.� But I knew that she wanted that too, so if whatever she needed to go and prepare for herself was more important than that, well, whatever it was, it had to more than worth the wait.

����������� Alone with my thoughts, I couldn't shake the feeling that this had to be a dream.� Just a couple days ago we'd come here to the old beach house, and Chloe had been the same lissome, fit girl I'd been seeing for the last few months, and now, thanks to some magic spell I barely understood, and my help in feeding her -insatiable appetites, she was far and away the biggest woman I'd ever seen. She was so gigantic she had trouble fitting through doors, which just blew my mind.� Her breasts had been pumped full of so much fat that no bra in the world could hope to contain them; even if such a thing could be engineered, the sheer weight of her swollen melons would have the straps digging into those soft, plump shoulders of Chloe's so deep she'd be begging for mercy as soon as she stood up.

����������� I knew I should be worried for her.� If this was real, if this was permanent, there was no way she could ever go back to a normal life.� Even if we could find clothes to fit her, she wouldn't be able to step outside without people staring, and why wouldn't they stare?� As soon as we got back home, however we'd manage that in her little car, Chloe would have to call her boss and quit.� Even if she could get herself dressed decently enough to walk into a room without those bloated jugs of hers ripping her blouse to pieces at the slightest movement, what could she possible say, how could she explain that over the course of a week she had ballooned from a hundred and twenty pounds to- I didn't even know what she was now, and I couldn't even imagine how many hundreds of pounds she'd weigh by the time we were done with her.� Was it even going to be hundreds anymore; would Chloe be content with anything that couldn't be better measured in fractions of a ton?� This was insane; I knew I needed to be the sensible one here; she couldn't gain another ounce without my help, and here she was off in the next room working on some plan to fatten herself up even more because just stuffing her within an inch of her life several times a day wasn't enough to suit her appetites; far from being frightened by how spectacularly massive she'd become, by how very easy it would be for her to fatten herself into complete immobility and helplessness, Chloe only seemed to be growing more obsessed, more infatuated in her desire to get as enormous as she possibly could.�

����������� Even if Chloe could find some kind of job that let her work from home, what kind of life would that leave her?� Stuck in her apartment, gorging herself on junk food all day while I was at work, keyboard balanced on top of those achingly overfull breasts of hers, just waiting, naked and endlessly aroused, for me to come home.� It was still all up to me; the second I fed her even the smallest bite, all those hours of stuffing herself with during the day would hit her at once, her vast belly creaking as inches were added to her already prodigious waistline, her breasts, already so overladen with fat that she could barely walk, ballooning outward as Chloe's endless hours of gluttony pumped even more fat into their tender, straining flesh.� Just the thought of it was getting me turned on again, and I realized, this was what she wanted.� I didn't pretend to understand how this weird curse or blessing or whatever it was worked, but there was no way I could argue that this wasn't making Chloe more deliriously happy than I'd ever seen her before- this was exactly what she wanted and, no matter how much the growing consequences of this week changed our lives and our relationship, well, then we were just going to have to get used to some pretty big changes.

����������� There was a knock at the door.

����������� �Are you going to be in there all day?� Chloe asked playfully as I hastily turned off the water, �I've got everything all set up for you to fatten me up until my big, soft belly feels like it's ready to pop?�

����������� �Oh, yeah, absolutely,� I said, opening the door only to find Chloe, still naked as I was, her breasts all but spilling through the doorway, even with both her feet planted a couple feet on the other side of the threshold, �Sorry, I guess I just got all existential about stuff in there and lost track of time.�

����������� �Uh-oh, you're not chickening out on me now, are you, love?� Chloe asked with concern, and just the sight of her was nearly enough for me to drop the whole subject.� Just a glimpse at those pale, wobbling melons of hers made it hard to pretend I couldn't wait to see them swelling up even more, her overstretched areolae growing even lighter as their delicate skin was tugged tighter and tighter by her growing boobs, those big, fat, suckable nipples of hers throbbing as they tried to keep up with the rest of Chloe's burgeoning figure, so painfully rigid that even the slightest touch would be enough to leave her gasping with pleasure.

����������� �Well, it's just,� I managed, trying to will myself away from Chloe's colossal distractions, �Before you get any bigger, I guess I just want to know that this is really what you want, that a month from now, this is still the life you're going to want.� I mean, just being the size that you are now is going to change both of our lives; if you keep gaining at this rate, how are you going to get out of the house here?� You could barely squeeze through the front door last night.� And I'm not even sure if you'll fit in the car anymore; how do you think we'll be able to get home if you put on much more than you already have?�

����������� �Oh, love,� Chloe sighed tenderly, grabbing me and pulling me in so tight against her mammoth bosom that if I wasn't a good head taller than her I would have worried she was liable to smother me, �You're so sweet, always thinking about me first, even though it's obvious you can hardly wait to see my tits inflating with fat like a couple of zeppelins, but yes, this is what I want.� Oh, I'm not even sure how to put it into words; I've wanted this for so long I can't even remember when it started anymore; I've wanted it so badly that I still keep expecting to wake up, to find out that this is all just an absolutely perfect dream, and ever since we met, I've known I wanted it with you.�

����������� �But what about the other stuff?� I insisted, still feeling bound to see my worries through, �It's not just about wanting, what about how this is going to change your life?�

����������� �But I've already thought of that,� Chloe insisted, hugging me a little tighter as my whole body slipped in between her still-wet breasts, the sumptuous curve of her huge belly now pressing with seductive fullness against me, �The door between the kitchen and the den is double-wide, and so is the door to the patio, no matter how ginormous I get here, I'm sure I'll still be able to squeeze through those; I am pretty squishy, in case you hadn't noticed.� And if it comes down to it, I can always hang out here for a few hours while you go back to town and get your pickup.� Don't even worry about me getting a bumpy ride in the back on the way home, I think I've got ample enough padding to keep me comfy on the way, though I expect you'll be hard-pressed to keep your eyes on the road if you happen to glance back and see me bouncing and jiggling every time we hit a bump.�

����������� �Okay- I mean, thanks,� I told Chloe, finally hugging her back, �Thanks for humoring me with all this; I guess I just needed you to tell me I'm doing the right thing here.�

����������� �Don't worry about it, hon,� Chloe breathed as she gave me a kiss, �One of the things I love about you is that you're always looking out for me, but everything's okay, it really is.� I want you to help me become the fattest girl in the world by at least five hundred pounds.� I want to feel my belly swelling lower and lower until it rests on the floor even when I'm standing up, and I want my tits to be so titanically fat that you can lie on top of either one of them like it was your own personal water bed.� I want you to feed me until I feel like my body has had such a sea of tender, trembling flesh pumped into it that just feeling my overstuffed thighs pressing against each other will be enough to make me come. I want you to fatten me up until I'm so huge, so spectacularly overfilled that you'll be afraid to do anything other than treat me as delicately as you can.� I want to lie there, watching you get so turned on by the sight of me that I can tell you're just yearning to fuck me harder than anything I've ever had before, but you'll be so worried about being gentle with me, my breasts so utterly distended with fat that they look like a couple of water balloons overfilled until the slightest touch would be enough to make them burst.� I'd be laying there pinned beneath a belly so swollen, so absolutely brimming with fat that you'd be almost afraid to even caress it, much less climb on top and ride me until I cried out for more.� Even my ass would be utterly overladen with lusciousness, bulging out nearly as wide as my massive boobs, and so desperately straining to support my weight that the very idea of forcing it to hold up the weight of someone else would clearly be too much for me to bear.� Oh, and I'd let you think that for a while; I'd beg you to be gentle, to go easy on your poor Chloe, laying there helpless, quivering on the brink of any number of things as you carefully, painstakingly tried to restrain yourself, mounting me as gently as you possibly could.� I'd even pretend like it hurt, just a little, pleading with you not to squeeze my big, swollen tits too hard, or not to fuck me too deep, what with me being so terribly overfilled with fat that even letting you cram that big dick inside of me might be enough to push me past my limits.� I'd play with you for a while, watching you get frustrated and turned on as you tried to be tender with me; even with you going slow I know I'd come so many times I'd lose count.� And then when I was ready, when you were so overcome with desire you could hardly see straight, I'd do it.� I'd ask you, no, I'd demand that you give it to me good and hard.� Grab my tits so tightly that the next day they'd be so sore that just breathing would make them ache, spank my fat ass until you could see bright hand-prints all over my pale, quaking flesh, fuck me until I really did feel like I was going to split my seams, my belly, already straining with how much you'd stuffed me with, bouncing and jiggling like a mountain of jello in an earthquake.� I'd scream, I'd cry, if you lasted long enough, I might even beg you to stop in a moment of weakness, but through it all, I'd beg you for more.� I'd beg you to fuck me until I felt like I was going to burst, until we both passed out on the floor, soaked with sweat, too exhausted to move, and so very, very satisfied.� At least until I woke you up because I was hungry, and it was time for you to feed me again.� So, does it sound like this is something I'm not completely committed to?�

����������� �Okay, you've won me over,� I said, my worries so thoroughly assuaged that now I could hardly think of anything other than doing anything that would make Chloe gain all the weight she'd ever dreamed of, and more besides if I could persuade her to indulge her appetites to even greater extremes than she already desired, �So then, what do you want me to do right now?�

����������� �Oh, there are so many things I'm just dying for you to do to me right this moment,� Chloe confessed breathlessly as she lead me towards the kitchen, �But right now I want you to make me twice the woman I am right now; if you think I can take it you can always push me a bit further, unless you just love hearing my boobs creaking while they get so staggeringly fat that I'll have to wonder if you're not trying to fill them to the point of bursting.�

����������� I stepped into the kitchen after Chloe managed to squeeze herself through the door, and found her standing there beaming at a strange-looking contraption, sort of a combination between a fire extinguisher and a beer keg several times the size that such things usually come in.� A long, thick hose was attached to the top of it, with some sort of a handle about halfway down, like the release pull on a gas pump.

����������� "Well, what do you think?" Chloe asked me expectantly.

����������� "It�s very, um, large," I replied, trying not to sound too clueless as I stared at the strange device, "what is it?"

����������� "This," Chloe said with a flourish, "is something I came up with to help make your job easier."

����������� "My job?" I asked, still not sure exactly what this thing was.

����������� "You know," Chloe said, "Feeding me, fattening me up.� And of course enjoying the ample rewards of doing so.� I figured that by this point, we'd be sitting in here all day cooking if you were going to feed me at the table- and even if any of the chairs could support me now that I'm so deliciously voluptuous, I'm just so huge in front now that I don't think I could even reach anything you put in front of me, unless you wanted to just spread it across my boobs and make me lick it off- just in case you were looking for ideas, not to get away from the main point here- but last night with the whipped cream, well, it was a such an incredible rush feeling it just pumping right down my throat and well, you don't need me to tell you that it definitely got the job done, but I like knowing that you're in control, feeling my tummy expanding and getting fatter and fatter as you just keep filling me up with more.� It's just makes me so horny I'm absolutely helpless to resist, I'd probably let you do anything to me as long as you're feeding me, have I mentioned that lately?� Anyway, this should keep you in control of just how fast you decide I ought to be gaining weight.� It's got this pump handle thing right here, see?� So, well, with the idea of giving you a bit more power over just how enormous you want to make your ever so willing Chloe, and just how much I trust you not to abuse that power to fill me up with more than I can take, it works like this.� This thing has some serious pressure stored inside it, so the first time you squeeze that handle its going to come gushing through the hose and right into my mouth, making me even more lusciously fat than I am already.� Every time you pull it after that though, it�s going to open up the valve even further; just a few pulls will be like making me try to drink from a fire hose, and more than that, well, let's just say the pressure is going to build up in a hurry, and I'm really hoping you're not going to chicken out on me and not push me past more than a few gallons a second since I'm sure I can take much more than that with a little convincing from you, of course.�

����������� "How did you even put this thing together?," I asked, amazed at how Chloe, already fattened to the point where just walking left her out of breath, had managed to build this thing in the kitchen, "Wait, no, I'm curious but you can tell me later, after I've filled you up so much you can't even walk and we're resting up after that whole screaming and begging sex thing which, honestly, is really hard not to think about with you standing there all naked looking at me like that.� So, are you ready to gain a few hundred pounds?�

����������� "Well, before you make me any bigger, would you mind rubbing this oil on me?� Chloe asked with a coquettish wink, gesturing to a large bottle sitting on the counter, �It's meant for pregnant women who have gotten so big by the third trimester that they're starting to get stretch marks, and I figured since I'm getting so delectably huge all over, I'd better take precautions.� I have such big plans for today; this is only the start.� It's just so incredible, feeling my skin stretching as my boobs get fatter and fatter.� I'm afraid this could be habit-forming, you know.� Anyway, I just want to make sure you don't have to look at any stretch marks on my soft, voluptuous body, at least until I get really huge, and I think this will help me hold everything I know you're just dying to fill me with.� Also it'll make me all slippery and I'm sure you won't exactly mind that either.� I'm afraid you'll have to do most of the work though, there just seems to be so much of me now that I can't even touch anymore, and if you don't help me reach some of those places I don't know what I'll do."� By way of demonstration, Chloe tried to hug herself, her lush bosom billowing out around her plumped-up arms enchantingly, utterly failing to reach more than a fraction of her lavish bosom.

����������� "Nothing would make me happier," I answered with a smile, and picking up the large bottle, I poured a generous amount across Chloe's lusciously full breasts.

����������� "Ooh, look out, that's cold!" Chloe admonished me with a shiver, her nipples plumping up as little rivulets of oil ran down between her juicy melons and dripped lazily onto the soft skin of her swollen belly below.

����������� "How very careless of me," I replied with the most salacious smile I could muster, "Here, let me rub it in for you there."

����������� And pouring on another dollop of oil, I set about doing just that.� As I worked the oil into Chloe's boobs she sighed blissfully; it was unbelievable how heavy they'd become, how they quivered as I massaged the oil into them, so supple that it was hard to keep ahold of them when I tried to get below them, two massive wobbling globes laying heavily across her lush, fertile belly.� As I tried to lift one of Chloe's swollen breasts it slid from my oil-slick hands, falling with a loud, wet smack against her voluptuous body, sending ripples of quivering motion spreading through all the softer and more ample features of her anatomy.

����������� "Mmmmm," Chloe purred as she pressed her hands into her oil-soaked bosom, "I do love the way you handle me, love, but if you keep smacking my tits around like that you're going to get me all turned on ahead of schedule, and I am so looking forward to being all oiled up before you take me again."

����������� "I'll try to be careful then," I answered with a wry glance, �I'd hate to throw off your plans by getting you too aroused for your own good.�

����������� "How thoughtful you are, always putting my needs first; I promise I reward you for that later.� Here, let me help you with these," Chloe offered, "I imagine they're quite a handful by now."

����������� She worked her hands below the breast that I had been working on and with a great heave succeeded in lifting it enough that I could reach beneath it, her arms all but enveloped by its soft bulk.� That one being done, we took care of the other one much more easily, and moving down I began to massage the oil into Chloe's belly, which was already streaked with little streams of oil that had flowed down from the towering mountains above it.� Her belly was warm, yielding to the touch while obviously so exquisitely full that is seemed to stand out in defiance of its own immensity, as if immune to gravity's pull.� As I caressed the lower portion of Chloe's fulsome curves I found myself wondering how much Chloe must weigh by now.� Three hundred pounds? No, as I stared at the enormous glistening rondure of her belly I realized she was infinitely too much woman for that.� Four hundred?� From my seat on the floor as I began to slather oil on Chloe's decadently fat thighs, so swollen and squeezable I could hardly wait to be between them again as I imagined her prodigiously fattened body shuddering passionately against me, around me. No, four hundred couldn't be nearly enough.� Five hundred then? I wondered as I stood behind her, drizzling some oil down Chloe's back, watching the way it flowed down until it reached her fantastically plumpened behind.� My mind reeled at the very thought, five hundred?� Looking at Chloe from this perspective though, I saw the way her monumental mammaries, naked and unconstrained, effortlessly swelled out a couple of feet wider than her chubby shoulders, if not a little more, to either side of her body, a body which was itself far from that of the narrow, lissome twig of a girl I had known just a few short days ago.� No, those breasts, if they got much larger at all, would overwhelm her belly completely; Chloe had to be more than five hundred already.� Six hundred pounds then, could she truly be that immense?� Thinking about the very possibility, my pulse quickened, my hands trembling as I finished Chloe's back and began to spread oil onto her magnificently overstuffed behind.� Her thighs, which had seemed indecently huge when I was working on them, were positively dwarfed by it.� Spectacularly huge, laden with fat until it trembled at the lightest touch, Chloe's ass was astonishing.� Even compared with her broad and spreading hips, and her belly ballooning out like the very embodiment of womanly fertility, it was gigantic; modest, if such a word can have any meaning when applied to a woman of such spectacular dimensions, only in comparison to her voluminous bosom.� I gave her an appraising smack, Chloe once again sighing with longing at the slightest touch to her ever so sensitive flesh.� Six hundred pounds?� Not yet.� At least that's what I decided to tell myself; I wasn't sure I could wrap my mind the idea of Chloe being enlarged from the girl I'd known for months to such spectacular proportions as that.� Still, whether she would already tip the scale at six hundred or not, it obviously wouldn't be long before she passed that number and left it far behind, as she now turned to me with a look of expectant desire.

����������� "Ah, that's so much better," Chloe breathed, "I can't wait to feel myself growing again, to feel you filling me with every last drop that I can hold."

����������� "Are you sure you're ready for more then?" I asked, still not quite certain how the girl who had all but begged me to stop feeding her the night before could now be so consumed with the idea of forcing her already-indulgent figure into even great excess.

����������� "Oh yes, I've never been as sure of anything, my love," Chloe assured me as she fondled her buxom body eagerly, "I know it sounds crazy, and I'm sure I look like my tits are already so fat and juicy they're ready to burst, but really, my girls are as thirsty as ever, just aching for more.� It's been a good twelve hours since you got me drunk and stuffed me to the gills out on the beach last night, and even though I might not look like it, my poor tummy is so empty it�s painful.� I'm just so hungry right now that all I can think of is how badly I want you to feed me until my belly is so huge, so sublimely distended with excess that it hurts to even think of eating.� Oh, I can just imagine you stuffing me until my belly is so tight I'm ready to pop, and all the while I'm begging you for even more.� Feed me, I want to feel my big ripe tits stretching desperate to hold all the fat you're pumping into them, and my ass just getting fatter and fatter and fatter as you force more into my helpless, trembling, body.�� Please, you wouldn't want your little Chloe to suffer would you?"

����������� "You know the last thing I'd ever do is leave you unsatisfied," I admitted, "Are you ready then?"

����������� "Well, I do have one idea, something a little bit different," Chloe suggested conspiratorially, "something I thought you might like to try."

����������� "Really, and what's that??" I asked, eager to learn what she had in mind.

����������� "How about if this time, if you're feeling up to it, you let me fuck you while you're feeding me.� I can't think of anything hotter than having you filling me up two ways at once, riding you while you make me bigger and bigger." Chloe leaned towards me, her seductively slick body sliding irresistibly against me.

����������� "I think you could talk me into that," I replied, feeling myself rising to the occasion already, "but you know, that looks like an awfully big keg or whatever it is that you've got there; if I'm busy taking care of you while I'm controlling the pump, it's a distinct possibility that I might not pay very careful attention to how much I'm giving you.� I mean, when you're involved I just seem to have a hard time reining myself in, so don't be surprised if we're really going at it and I lose control and end up pumping the whole thing into you.� Are you sure even you can handle gaining that much weight all at once?�

����������� "Ooh, I hadn't thought of that," Chloe said with a look of concern, glancing from the carboy on the floor to her own luxuriously bloated bosom.� After a moment of thought she turned and grabbed a small bottle off the counter, opened up the top of her machine and poured the bottle's contents inside. "There we are."

����������� "What was that you just added?" I asked her, almost relieved that she had put something in to slow things down a bit.

����������� "Oh that?" Chloe answered innocently, "Just a little something to make it even more potent, my love.� After all, where's the fun in making you lose control of yourself if it isn't going to leave me so positively luscious I barely know what to do with myself?� Now lie down, you silly boy; it isn't as easy for me to get myself into position as it used to be, you know."

����������� I lay down on the floor, the release handle in my hand as Chloe stood above me and slowly lowered herself into place.� Soon she knelt, straddling me, her divinely full, sleek thighs embracing my body.� They were so ample that even with her legs spread wide their soft flesh already enveloped my rigid member eagerly.� Even though I was still inches away from her femininity, Chloe was already soaked with desire.� She wiggled her hips eagerly, sliding around me, and arched her back in anticipation.� Her belly, already swollen to sensual immensity, loomed out before her, hanging down against me.� Beyond it, Chloe's gargantuan bosom overshadowed me, her spectacularly fat tits glistening in the light like a pair of overinflated balloons.� She pressed her arms into the vast gulf of her cleavage until enough of a gap separated them that I could see her face.�

����������� "Oh, I hope you're going to enjoy this as much as I am," Chloe called down to me, as I fancied I could almost detect an echo in her voice as it passed through the enticing canyon between us, "Go ahead and pass me the hose would you, and once we start, don't hold back.� I'm feeling particularly insatiable today."

����������� Hoping the hose was going to be long enough I passed it up to her.� As Chloe took it in her hand she drew her arms out from between her two jiggling zeppelins, leaving them to slap together lustily.

����������� "Ooh," Chloe cried out as the tremors subsided, "I'll let you know when I've got it in my mouth and everything, since there are probably a couple of things in the way of you seeing my face from down there.� I've got the pressure on this thing set much higher than anything I've tried before, so wait until I've lowered myself down all the way before you open it up."

����������� "Have you got it in then?" I asked.

����������� "Mmhhmmmmm," came her reply.

����������� Chloe was letting herself down now, spreading her legs farther and farther apart as she came down.� I felt myself pressing against the warm, soft flesh of her inner thighs, sliding slowly closer until at last I felt myself make contact with her womanhood, already hot, throbbing with anticipation, her lips swollen and wet as she paused above me, her breasts rising as she took a deep breath before the coming plunge, the underside of her vast belly pressing softly down against my body.� I gripped the handle tightly, ready to inject its contents into Chloe's quivering body.� With my free hand I caressed her monumental belly, marveling at how in a few seconds she was going to be filled to even more exquisite excess.� I couldn't resist.

����������� I pulled the trigger.

����������� The hose, held firmly between Chloe's massive breasts, jumped as the thick fluid surged through it and into her mouth.� I heard her give a stifled squeak of surprise as it gushed into her.� She trembled above me; clearly she had expected me to ease her into this.� I couldn't wait though; I wanted to be inside her; I wanted so feel her getting bigger, to watch as her figure billowed above me.� I gave the trigger another squeeze.� Overwhelmed, Chloe emitted a faint moan of surrender and her legs slid apart as she impaled herself upon me.� I felt the warm embrace of her inmost softness around me.� I felt Chloe pulsing, tightening around me already, her body quaking as she gained weight.� I could see her belly expanding outwards as she gulped the stuff down desperately; already it projected out well past her dimpled knees, so very round and fertile that I was almost tempted to drop the handle and devote all my attention to exploring the lush delights of my girlfriend's growing form.� Almost.� Instead I gave the handle another squeeze.� The pressure Chloe had to endure increased again; her belly quaked as it struggled to contain the countless gallons I was pumping into her.� Chloe moaned softly above me, and looking up I saw that she was kneading and squeezing her lusciously overfilled breasts with undisguised ardor.� It wasn't hard to see why.� Even with her bucking and writhing on top of me, it was obvious that her breasts were blowing up like balloons.� Fattened to a state of glorious excess already, they hung round and heavy against Chloe's voluptuous body, separated by her massive belly and bouncing wildly from her exertions.� I gave the handle another pull; Chloe's breasts began to tremble as they were pumped up to even more spectacular overfullness.� Her nipples grew fat and puffy as I watched.� Up until now they had looked small compared to her sumptuously over-enlarged breasts, but now they too surrendered to the unrelenting fullness accumulating within her, swelling, stretching, bulging out from Chloe's rapidly expanding breasts until I worried about just how much her tender peaks could take.� In the span of a few seconds, I watched the taut little nubs that I had sucked on the night before suddenly balloon to the size of ripe plums; I heard their rosy skin stretching as they grew so very quickly I knew it had to be uncomfortable for her.� From the way that Chloe whimpered and tightened around me, I guessed that their sudden increase in size had come at the price of heightened sensitivity, and I reached up with my free hand to find out just how much more sensitive Chloe's now throbbing nipples had become.� When I touched one, Chloe almost froze, as if the sensation were simply too much to bear, as if she were afraid that this much pleasure would be too much for her already straining body to endure.� I too felt a moment of doubt.� Her nipple felt so delicately distended, so alarmingly taut against my fingers that I was almost afraid to do more than touch it.� I could feel Chloe's entire body trembling at my touch.� I gave her nipple a pinch.� Chloe convulsed on top of me, her gigantic belly slapping against my body, now spreading past my stomach and across my chest; her breasts shuddered so violently that I lost my grip; she spasmed so suddenly around me that it was all I could do to keep from coming right then; I forced myself to hold back, knowing that the longer I lasted, the more magnificent Chloe would become, and I was determined to make her swallow every last drop, even if it left her too massive to move.� I paused, Chloe still trembling with pleasure, and I heard her mumble a single needful word around the hose in her mouth.�

����������� "More,� she said

����������� Confident now that this was what we both wanted, I squeezed the trigger again, and again, and again.� As the fluid gushed down the throat, Chloe's expansion accelerated at a breathtaking pace.� Her belly ballooned larger and larger, weighing down with luscious fullness against my chest.� Soon it was so huge that Chloe had to lean back just to give it room to grow, and as she did so, I felt her enormously overfattened ass pressing against my legs.� I couldn't even begin to guess how much she weighed by now, but all her weight seemed to be driving me deeper into her, her feminine depths pulsating and tightening around me.� She was so huge now; the hose was being pulled tight between across her belly.� Chloe's breasts though, were most incredible of all.� As she moaned and swallowed, they were inflating like a pair of jello-filled balloons.� As I watched, pulling the trigger once more for good measure, her puffed-up nipples disappeared from my view.� Her breasts loomed out beyond her belly; all I could see was the underside of her boobs, her hot, glistening mammaries hanging just inches from my face.� They were stretching, straining awfully to hold it all, while Chloe forced herself to keep drinking, forced herself to keep growing bigger and bigger and bigger.� Chloe's obscenely overfilled breasts were trembling now, already loaded far beyond her limits and still being relentlessly pumped full of fat.� I heard her moaning with mixed discomfort and delight as she kept swallowing, kept riding me, kept urging me to fatten her up even more.� Her entire body was throbbing, inside and out, I knew I couldn't hold myself back much longer and hoping that she could take even more, I pulled the trigger again and again.� I lost count of how many times I increased the pressure she had to take; all I knew was that as long as she kept swallowing all that was pouring down her throat, flooding into her waiting body, that surely she could take just a little more.

����������� I could hear the fluid gushing through the tube, and Chloe, already inconceivably fatter and more voluptuous than I had imagined it possible for a woman to become, could only get bigger.� I could feel her enormously overstuffed ass getting bigger, soft and trembling and heavy against my legs, pinning them to the floor all that way to my knees, quaking as it was filled to even greater excess. �Chloe's belly billowed with fat, as it swelled outwards towards my face, and wider, holding my arms against the floor, I worried that she wouldn't even be able to stand after being forced to gain so terribly much in the space of a few minutes.� The trigger was still in my hand; I pulled it again.� Chloe's breasts were starting to creak; they were so obscenely full, so sumptuously fat.� I thought about stopping; the mixture was clearly far more potent than she had expected.� Surely, I thought, she couldn't possibly have meant to gain this much, even her appetites had to be surpassed by the way her entire body was helplessly quivering on the brink of catastrophe.� Still, I couldn't help myself; this was just too incredible, any sense I had left had fallen before the onslaught of Chloe's uncontainable femininity, and from the way that Chloe was wriggling astride me, trying to drive me deeper and deeper into her swollen depths, I knew she wanted me to keep going, no matter the consequences.� I felt her huge, soft thighs squeezing against my body as she clenched herself around me.� Chloe shuddered as she began to come; a climax that had been building inside her like an eruption finally nearing release.� As she arched her back, her belly bulged out even more tremendously in front of her.� As Chloe writhed atop me, I finally shot myself inside of her, both of us united in a long lingering instant of absolute bliss.� I pressed the trigger again and again; Chloe was moaning, coming, her entire lusciously overstuffed body quivering as she gave herself over to pleasure, her swollen figure attaining absolutely obscene proportions.� Her belly, creaking like an overinflated balloon, strained to hold the last few drops as the tank finally ran dry, her breasts, filled to the point of bursting, nearly smothered me; they pressed on either side of my head, their undersides almost touching the floor, with only the cleft between them leaving me room to breathe.

����������� The hose went slack as Chloe released it from her mouth; I heard her panting for air.� As the last of the rich fluid had its way with her figure, her belly, trembling with repletion, expanded until it just barely pressed against my chin.� Chloe's breasts were heaving; I could feel her pulse through their vast expanse of warm flesh.� I pressed my hands against them.� They were smooth and soft, filled to such indulgent excess that I couldn't even begin to imagine how much each of her massive melons had to weigh now.� From above me, I heard a sigh of satisfaction and contentment, and, pinned as I was beneath her, I managed to lift my head enough to kiss Chloe's lush belly, just below her deep navel.

����������� ��Oh, I had no idea this stuff would be that potent,� Chloe breathed, sounding delirious with delight, "I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled you managed to pump the whole tank into me like that, but my gosh, I'm kind of relieved it ran out when it did; I feel like if I had to swallow another mouthful of that right now I'd probably explode.� I just, I didn't know it was even possible to feel this full.� I'm almost tempted to ask you to squeeze my belly just so I can feel even more pressure, though I know there'll be plenty of time for that later, and my tits, they're just so tight, so heavy I can barely support them now, it's probably a good thing we don't have another fifty gallons of that stuff laying around; I'd be so tempted to not let you up until you promised to pump every last drop of it into me, no matter how titanically overfilled my belly is right now.� But enough about me, how are you doing down there my love?"

����������� "I think I'm in heaven," I answered, once more feeling myself warming at the thought of force-feeding Chloe until her straining breasts were even more immense than they were already, "Though if you'd gotten much bigger, I think don't think I'd be able to breathe right now."

����������� "Well, we certainly wouldn't want that to happen," Chloe said, "But I suppose that if you want me to keep on gaining, you'll have to take a turn on top.� Oh, but that was incredible.� Here though, I imagine you're probably feeling a little bit squashed, let me see if I can still move."

����������� Her legs trembling unsteadily under the load of her massively increased weight, Chloe managed to raise herself up a few inches, just enough for me to slip out from beneath her.� As I pulled away, Chloe collapsed back onto her spectacularly overfilled ass, hitting the kitchen floor with suck a smack that every window in the cabin rattled in its frame.� Forced to support the boundless excess of her figure, Chloe's ass bulged out nearly three feet behind her, so tremendously overinflated with fat that I worried it might not be up to supporting so much weight.� It was still tantalizingly soft and supple though, wobbling as the ripples from her impact with the floor gradually abated.� In fact, it was hard to resist giving her a slap on that juicy, spankable derriere of hers, and the only thing that held me back was knowing that if I did anything to turn her on right now she wouldn't be satisfied until we'd gone another round.� Chloe's hips spilled out a good two feet to either side of her more than ample middle, her elbows sinking slightly into their expanse of welcoming womanly flesh, her hands no longer able to reach the floor.� Even with her legs stretched out in front of her as straight as she could make them, everything from her curvesome calves up was buried beneath the vastness of her fertile belly, with even that being overshadowed by a pair of breasts so utterly engorged with fat that they were each easily three feet across.� As I stood before her, feeling blissfully spent myself, Chloe gazed up at me with adoring eyes, a bright flush of pink spreading across her enormously overfattened breasts, their soft, freckled flesh still heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

����������� "Oh, I shouldn't have sat down like this; do you have any idea how hot it is having an ass so huge and tender it's like having a waterbed implanted inside me?� I mean, it's not just my ass that's been pumped full of fat, you know; I just feel so tight now, like my labia is so swollen with fat that my poor lips are nearly fit to burst," Chloe sighed, still smiling up at me, "But don't let me sit here all day complaining; it looks like you managed to make me twice the girl I was this morning and then some, do you like me even better now?"

����������� "You're amazing," was all I could say.� Somehow this position just made her look even more titanic that when I was pinned beneath her body, "I don't even know where to start."

����������� "Hmmm, well, there is an awful lot more of me to take care of now, so wherever you start, you'll have so much territory to cover before you've finished, now won't you?" Chloe asked, giving a little shimmy that set her curvaceous body aquiver, "Though if you ask nice, I might have a couple of ideas on where you might want to begin.� So you don't think I'm too big then, do you?"

����������� "Oh, no, I mean, not even remotely too big," I stammered as I gazed down at Chloe, hypnotized by her overbrimming beauty, "You don't think you're too big, do you?"

����������� "Mmmmm, well there's no doubt, I'm definitely too big.� My belly is so full I can't even describe it; I still can't believe I was able to hold so much.� And my ass; oh my gosh, it�s just so absolutely stuffed, it's a good thing it's so very soft and comfy to sit on, I don't think there's a chair in the world that could hold me anymore.� And my boobs, they're just so sublimely swollen now.� It was just a couple days ago that I was could hardly fill out an A-cup, and now, my poor little tits feel ready to pop.� Just look at me!� They're just so huge, so heavy I'm not sure I can ever stand any more.� Why, if that tank had had just the tiniest bit more inside it, I probably would have exploded," Chloe said pensively, gently stroking her breasts as if doing so reassured her that they had, in fact, just barely managed to contain everything that I had pumped into her, "But you know what?"

����������� "What?" I asked her.

����������� "I can't wait for you to make me even bigger." Chloe said, with a certainly that left me no doubt as to her intentions, "Oh, I'm already so huge I feel like I'm losing my mind, but I want to be even bigger.� I want you to feed me."

����������� "Are you sure?" I asked, staring dubiously at her already distended orbs, "I mean, are you sure you wouldn't like to take a break first?� It's been a very, well, big day for you already."

����������� �Oh, I suppose you're right, I suppose I ought to try and waddle into the living room and at least lay down for a while before we stretch my stomach even further than we already have today,� Chloe admitted resignedly, �and I suppose it would be nice to just sit and rest for a moment without having to swallow fast enough to drink from a fire-hose, and...Um, this might sound a little random, but do you feel any different than before?�

����������� �What do you mean, different?� I asked, suddenly feeling strangely self-conscious standing there naked with Chloe gazing at me so intently.

����������� �Um, just, humor me for a second, love,� She said, beckoning me closer as she licked her lips, �Come closer, I won't bite.�

����������� As stepped forwards until Chloe's massive breasts pressed against my legs, seductively warm, and still lusciously soft despite having just been fattened to more than double their former volume.

����������� �Mmm, don't be shy now,� Chloe purred, her plump arms spread out invitingly atop her swollen bosom, �Here, I want to feel you between my huge, fat tits.� They're still so slippery from all that oil, and I just love feeling things slide in between them.�

����������� I came closer; it was surreal how voluptuous Chloe's body had become.� Her breasts yielded so easily, and yet the way the pressed against me, squeezing me between them only hinted at how oppressively heavy they had become.� As I felt Chloe's belly bump softly against my knees, I found myself growing more and more curious about what new game she was playing at here.

����������� �Ahh, that's better, but don't stop yet,� Chloe breathed, reaching out with one hand and giving me a playful tug,� Here, just because my belly's too overstuffed for words doesn't mean you have to be too gentle with me.� You can kind of kneel on it a bit; I want you lower.�

����������� As I obeyed, Chloe gave a quick gasp of surprise, her belly creaking distressingly at the added weight.� My waist was now level with Chloe's face, and smiling lasciviously she guided me down.

����������� �That's it; lower, lower,� She urged, �there we go, I know you've had a busy day, but my boobs are just so terribly sensitive now, and so exquisitely slippery, I just don't think I'll be able to settle down until I've felt you get all hard between my quivering fat balloons.�

����������� �Well, if that's what it's going to take to help you get some rest,� I said with feigned reluctance, �I suppose I could manage one more time for you.�

����������� I knelt down a little lower, slipping myself into the warm cleft between Chloe's breasts; I felt myself getting hard almost the second their pale flesh touched me.

����������� �Oh, yesss,� Chloe sighed, �Come on, give it to me.�

����������� I eagerly obeyed, driving myself in deeper, thrusting again and again until Chloe's entire body was bouncing, her breasts wobbling and rolling so uncontrollably I worried that I was being too rough on her; just a few minutes before Chloe had lamented that she felt so close to bursting that another few mouthfuls would have been too much for her, and from this position her breasts did look as if they had been filled well beyond the point of safety.� Chloe's alabaster skin was stretched to almost translucent whiteness; and her mixed cries of ecstasy and discomfort suggested this was more than she could endure in her freshly overfattened condition.� Still, it felt incredible.� I never would have thought I could be up for more of this so quickly after what we'd just done, but if anything I felt less tired than I had all day.� Any worries I had were quickly laid to rest by Chloe.

����������� �Oh, yes, give it to me,� Chloe urged, gasping for breath, �fuck my tits so hard it makes me quiver like an overfilled balloon.� Oh, with you pressing down on my belly this way, it just makes me feel so unbelievably tight inside; you just keep finding new ways to make me come!�

����������� As Chloe shuddered and convulsed below and around me, I felt myself getting ready to climax when suddenly Chloe opened her eyes, smiled up at me and said calmly, �Mmm, I hate to interrupt but would you mind standing back up for just one second, I need to be sure of something.�

����������� Disappointed not to be able to finish right now, I still obeyed; after all, every single thing Chloe had asked me to do this week had only resulted in better sex than I'd ever had in my life.� I stood up, and the moment I realized what had happened, Chloe said it.

����������� �Well, it looks like I'm not the only one who's been doing some growing lately,� Chloe sighed lustfully as she grabbed my rigid member tightly for examination, �No wonder I felt like you were going to split me in half while I was riding you back there; it looks like you've gained two or three inches.� Sorry to be such a tease just now, but I wanted to get you good and hard so I could be sure.�

����������� �Wait, how did this happen?� I asked, momentarily stunned by the revelation that I was changing too now, but also more than a little thrilled to see that I was changing in this particular way, �I mean, not that I'm complaining, but how did you do this?�

����������� �Well, I wasn't sure but I thought it was worth a try,� Chloe explained, still not taking her eyes off the results of her handiwork, �But I've just gotten so indescribably voluptuous, I just feel so completely saturated with this, this magic, this whatever it is that keeps filling me with more and more every time you feed me; I feel like I'm almost dripping with it, like there's so much of it inside me that my body can't even contain it all anymore so I thought, you know, that maybe if you were inside of me while I was growing, that maybe you'd get a some of the same, or at least the parts of you inside of me would.�

����������� �Wow, this is, this is really something,� I said, still trying to grasp this new change, though Chloe seemed to be grasping it just fine, �It is permanent?�

����������� �I guess we'll just have to wait and see, now won't we?� Chloe smiled wickedly, giving me a squeeze, �Mmm, thicker too; we might have to play around with this more later.�

����������� �So, well, now that you know it worked,� I said, �Could we go ahead and finish up?� Maybe I'm just not used to all this yet, but what with you being fatter than I thought it was even possible for a girl to get and well, this happening, I'm still kind of insanely turned on right now, in case you couldn't tell there.�

����������� �Ah, well, that's the thing,� Chloe said teasingly, �I'm still so horny I can hardly stand it too, but it does take a lot out of a girl, putting so much into her all at once like this.� My tits have already taken so much punishment today I'm afraid if we do anything else right now I'll be too sore to even move tomorrow, and that wouldn't be any fun for either of us.� And when you stick that in me next time, I definitely want to be up to taking it good and rough.� I mean, if we could do this again, you wouldn't mind adding another two or, hmm, maybe four inches to that big cock of yours?� I'm a big girl after all; I think I could take it.� Right now though, would you be a dear and bring the mattress into the den for me?� And bring a few pillows; I need more support than I used to, you know.�

����������� Still wishing Chloe was up for sex one more time right now, I still did as she asked, dragging the mattress out into a room that she could still actually fit through the door of.� I couldn't help glancing down as I collected every pillow in the house for her; the last few days had already been unbelievable, but even I hadn't expected this.� The sight that awaited me in the kitchen was even more spectacular though, as Chloe struggled to stand up.� Even though her belly was so lusciously round that she could probably pass for some ancient fertility goddess if she wanted to, the lowest curve of Chloe's belly still reached just beyond her knees.� It was so immense that had Chloe's breasts been any less lavishly distended than they were that it would have tended to spread them apart, but as it was, her juicy jugs were so spectacularly engorged with fat that they seemed to fill every last inch of free space they could possibly occupy, hanging several inches past her waist.

����������� �Mmm,� I assume the new me still meets with your approval?� Chloe asked, raising her plump arms above her head and arching her back a little to make her curves look even more exaggerated, �You've gone and pumped me so full of fat that I can't even stand up straight anymore.� My tits are just so heavy I have to lean forward just to carry them around, and my ass is just so overstuffed now that there's just not enough room behind me for it; I feel like I have to bend over at least a little if I want to stand.� I hope you won't take advantage of me, now that I'm so enormous, so sensual and easily aroused, and so vulnerable, so helpless to resist anything you might want to do to me.� Ohh, this is better than I ever could have dreamed; you've gone and made me so fat I feel like I've got an ocean just barely contained inside of me, surging and lapping at all my most sensitive places every time I move. Just walking into the next room could probably make me come right now.�

����������� Chloe's entire body jiggled like gelatin as she wobbled into the next room.� Her ass was so massive, so opulently overstuffed that her fat thighs all but vanished beneath its sheer immensity.� Her hips were nearly as wide as her bust now, and even from behind I could see her fulsome belly swaying ponderously with every awkward step she took, the way her breasts bounced and quivered despite Chloe's best efforts to steady them with her hands, which seemed to do little more than sink into the spreading expanse of supple flesh she tasked them with supporting.

����������� �Oh my gosh, just walking is such a turn on now,� Chloe gasped, her titanic bosom still catching slightly in the double-wide door that lead to the den, �Am I really that big?� This just keeps getting more incredible with every extra pound I gain; I never thought I'd have an ass so fat that when it jiggled it would ripple all the way through me and into my boobs.� I need to lay down before I get any more wound up; not that it's easy with my thighs so fat that they rub together no matter how far I spread my legs apart.�

����������� Are you okay?� I asked, worried at the sight of Chloe gasping for breath as she wobbled awkwardly towards the makeshift bed I'd set up for her, �Is there anything I can get for you?�

����������� �Well, since you asked, there is one thing,� Chloe said as she lowered herself to the floor, �Ouch, laying down is a lot harder when your boobs stick out further than your arms do; this is going to take some getting used to.� But yes, I think I'm going to get a bit of rest, if you don't mind; I never would have imagined that being pumped so deliciously full would leave me feeling so drained.� If you wouldn't mind though, would you run out to the grocery store and fill up the car with whatever the most fattening things they have for me?� I don't think we've got enough here to make me gain another hundred pounds even, and I have such big ideas for later, once I've had the chance to rest a little.�

����������� �You don't need to ask twice,� I agreed readily, already fantasizing about stuffing Chloe as she gained more and more, her already delectable figure swelling to even more ravishing lushness, �You just be sure you're hungry for more when I get back.�

����������� �Don't you worry about that,� Chloe assured me as she settled in, �I promise I'll be absolutely insatiable.�

����������� �I'm going to hold you to that,� I told her as I stepped out of the room to go get dressed.

����������� By the time I'd gotten clothes and keys together and I was on my way out the door, Chloe was fast asleep.� The queen-size mattress all but disappeared under her expanded form, her breasts actually spilling off both sides and onto the floor.� I allowed myself one more look as I felt; this still seemed too incredible to be true, and if Chloe was as serious about later as she sounded, she was going to be getting much, much bigger.