Caution: This story contains the utmost naughtiness.� Well, maybe not the utmost; there�s some freaky stuff out there, you know, but still, there�s a lot of boobs (okay, just two, though they get pretty big) in this story, so if that�s not your thing, maybe you�d better go read something more boobless.� Also, there�s totally a slime girl in here, so if those squick you out, you�ve been warned.� If you�re kind of on the fence about the whole squickiness thing though, why not read on a bit?� If you�ve read my other stuff, I promise nothing in here is going to be all that much weirder.

A Pliable Woman

by: Kodos

�� So, let's start off with a bit of an admission on my part, in case you're wondering how I got here.� When you've got a steady job and no prospects for romance whatsoever (I'm a decent guy, I just seem to be all thumbs around girls that I like maybe I just rolled a low charisma stat or something, but there it is), you spend a lot of late nights on the internet drinking and spending money on stuff that the sober version of you would never be taken in by.� When you've always had a bit of an expansion fetish, which I have- well, let's just say that you find yourself in far stranger places than Skymall, getting ready to type in your credit card number for something that sounds like an obvious mix of �dumb thing to buy� and �almost certainly a scam,� but if that wasn't what I tend to spend my nights doing, or at least what I used to spend them on before everything happened, I suppose this wouldn't be much of a story.

�� In my forays into the expansion world I'd seen a lot of wild stuff online, huge boobs both natural and enhanced by the wonders of modern surgery, girls whose unstable hormones had made their breasts swell up until they could barely walk, forced to spend their lives sitting with acres of jiggling flesh spilling out across their laps, and ones who'd had so much saline pumped into themselves that they looked like another ounce would make their overfilled breasts burst.� I'd seen weight gain taken to the most sublime excesses imaginable, with women so resplendently fat they couldn't even lift their boobs, let alone get out of bed, and inflation that defied the very laws of physics from the get-go, with images and tales of girls blown up with air or helium until they had tits that were literally the size of zeppelins.� As for me, my artistic talents lay more in the narrative than the visual, and I'd even written a few stories over the years to do my little part at padding out the rich and concupiscent strangeness of the expansion world.� But it hadn't been until just recently before that fateful night that I stumbled upon the world of slime girls.� I was sort of weirded out at first; I have to admit that I have kind of a built-in bias against having sex with anything that couldn't pass for human, but the more I saw, the more seductive the idea became, the thought of a creature whose very nature was to be pliant, able to alter her shape into any shape, any size, no matter how unnatural, well, even the sheer bizarreness, the utter exoticism of such a thing was perversely fascinating.� I soon found that for all there was out there, it still wasn't enough to sate my curiosity and so it was that one night trawling through forums I hadn't even known existed a few weeks before, I came across a post that made a most alluring offer.

�� I'm sure you'd like for me to share the link here, but honestly, it was late, and I never was able to find it in my browser history afterwards, and I'd had enough beers that I'd be tempted to chalk it all up to my addled imagination if it weren't for what arrived on my doorstep a few days later, and I certainly can't give you an exact quote, but for what it's worth, here's what I do remember.� It was a post, a long one, by some woman.� I can't remember reading her name, but the name Alicia seems to come to mind whenever I think back, so maybe that was it, though I can't even remember how I got there, so my memories aren't worth a whole lot in this case.� At any rate, she explained that she was in a position to supply a slime girl to anyone who was willing to pay for shipping.� She promised that the creature in question would be everything that even the most fantastically fevered bit of art made them out to be, tractable, infinitely labile, desperate to please in any number of ways, and just as eager to expand her figure in every way imaginable.� She didn't post any photographs, no well-thought out defenses of how such magical thinking was possible, or any excuses for why her improbable offer required no evidence; the lone illustration looked like an Erol Otus drawing of a Slime Nymph from some old D&D manual.

�� My point is, I fully realized at the time that this was an incredibly stupid thing to be pulled in by, even as I clicked on the PayPal link and started keying in numbers.� I remember foggily assuring myself that even if this was a hoax, and it most certainly was, it would almost be worth it to spend the next week or so fantasizing about having my own ever-so-willing playmate, even if my hopes we destined to be dashed.� It struck me at the time that eighty pounds was a lot of shipping to pay for, but hardly enough to mail a being the size of a person, especially one that promised a figure more voluptuous than the most sumptuously self-indulgent SSBBW if that was what I desired, but by this point, I was thoroughly committed to my self-imposed delusion.� I remember clicking on the confirmation button, grinning stupidly, and then wandering off to bed, simultaneously convinced that I had just thrown away a goodly sum of money (assuming this wasn't all some kind of scheme to steal my identity) and giddy at the very prospect that I had just taken decisive action to bring an end to my romantic solitude in the most heroically ludicrous way possible.

�� The next week flowed by in a haze of anticipation tinged by my certainty that this was all a joke at my expense, so I was more than a little surprised when Saturday a week later I heard the front bell ring, and ran outside to find a tightly sealed storage drum about two feet high and a foot across sitting on the doorstep, but absolutely no sign of who might have just delivered it.� It bore no shipping labels that I could see, and while there were a few numbers scribbled across the top in black marker, none of them bore any relation to my address.� I tried to lift the drum, only to be reminded that eighty pounds isn't exactly nothing, and decided to roll it inside instead.� I could hear whatever was inside sloshing as I pushed it into the den, so hoax or no hoax; it was definitely some kind of liquid.

�� As I tipped the drum back on its end, I paused again, wondering just how bad an idea this was.� If I was lucky this thing was going to just be full of water, but what if it was full of sulfuric acid or radioactive waste or something?� Now I knew I was just being paranoid; if someone out on the internet was looking to kill people, this would be about the most ridiculously convoluted way of doing it imaginable.� I thumped the drum with the heel of my hand.

�� Something thumped back.

�� This was becoming exponentially more weird.� All my sense told me that this thing was bad news, that I should call the bomb squad or roll it out to the curb for the garbage man to pick up, but I just couldn't resist.� The same temptation that had gotten me here in the first place compelled me to see this through, and the next thing I knew I had already grabbed a large screwdriver and was well along to prying the top off.

�� With a sort of a wet pop, like when you open a can of cranberry sauce, the lid came free, and I found myself staring into what looked for all the world like a very large soup can filled to the brim with green Jello.� It was kind of a letdown after all my anticipation, but a bit of a relief too, since it hadn't exploded or poisoned me or anything.� I stared at it for a moment longer; there was just something hypnotic about the way the light stuck it, as if whatever it was, something far denser than water was its primary ingredient.� This was already seven different kinds strange, so, casting caution to the wind, I stuck my finger in it.� It was surprisingly viscous, and also oddly cool for something that had probably been riding around all day in the back of a truck.� I only had a moment to wonder about this though, because the next thing I knew, it began to move.

�� I jumped back as an uneven green column of the stuff rose out of the opened container, with a sound like a sigh and a noise like what the waves must sound like in an ocean composed of something far thicker than any terrestrial sea.� It rose to a height of five feet, and as the remaining goo flowed up its length and out of the drum, it assumed an increasingly human shape.� As its contours swelled along its height, the outline of a head at the top became quite obvious.� Two arms split off from the central mass, while the lower portion forked into what were swiftly developing into legs.� The light from the window behind the thing lent it a strange glow.� It wasn't transparent; it seemed far too dense for that somehow.� Its features were resolving themselves more and more finely now, and all entire process had scarcely taken half a minute.� I know I'm making this sound like some hideous blob monster from a horror movie struggling to assume some crude semblance of human form, but it really wasn't like that at all.� To tell the truth, it reminded me more of a statue being finished off, being shaped and polished until it reached perfection, which at last it seemed to have attained.

�� It was a woman, perfect, naked and green.� Her figure was slender, almost elfin, and she still wasn't move than five feet tall at the most.� All the same, her shape was unmistakably feminine, with small, but flawlessly shaped breasts riding high against her narrow chest, hips that flared out subtly from her trim waist, and legs like a dancer.� Her face was slightly heart-shaped, and her nose turned-up just a little, while her eyes glowed warmly with some inner fire.� Her skin, if that's even the right word for it, was sort of a dull, mottled green, like she had been left out in the weather for too long, and her hair, again, I don't know what else to call it even though it was made out of the same stuff as the rest of her, was cut a little higher than her shoulders, with just enough roughness to make it look like she was trying for some punk version of the fifties housewife look.� It dawned on me that she was studying me just as intently as I was her.� I smiled nervously.� She smiled back, and with uncertain grace stepped out of her drum towards me.

�� This is impossible,� I murmured to myself, stumbling backwards against the couch as she advanced towards me.

�� Come now, don't be shy,� She chided me in a voice that sounded like it had been dipped in honey, �You sent for me, please don't tell me I've already disappointed you; they get terribly upset when one of us is returned, you know.�

�� What? No, it's just-� I stammered, somehow more amazed by the fact that she could talk than by everything else, �I just, I didn't expect you to be real.�

�� Well, don't worry yourself about that, love,� she assured me, �you're going to have ample opportunity to find out just how real I am, provided you still want me around.�

�� I still- Oh, oh I totally do,� I managed, �I'm just, this is really, um, kind of surreal, you know?�

�� Let's start out simple then,� she said brightly, reaching out and taking my hand in hers, �Is this real enough for you?�

�� Her skin was slightly sticky, like the back of a post-it note, and she felt more like she was made of solid rubber than slime.� I noticed with shock that the inside of her elbow had a deep crack running across it, as if she'd bent it too many times and was starting to wear it out.

�� Damn, are you okay?� I asked, my wonder at this whole situation suddenly giving way to concern for this new and curiously innocent-seeming creature standing before me, �What happened to your arm?�

�� Oh, no, it's fine; I'm not hurt,� she assured me, �It's just that to cut down on shipping costs, we have to lose a lot of our water weight before we're sent out and being mostly dried out, well, let's just say you're hardly catching me at my finest here.�

�� What do you drink then?� I asked, realizing that no matter how casually she played it off, her current condition was obviously causing her no small source of discomfort.

�� A pitcher of water would be heavenly,� she said, �but please don't worry, I really am quite alright.�

�� In a flash I was back from the kitchen with a pitcher filled to the brim.� I gave it to her, and she accepted it with both hands, raising it to her lips and gulping it down in seconds.� More than a little spilled down her neck and chest, the stray rivulets vanishing quickly as her body absorbed them.

�� That was incredible,� she sighed, passing me the empty pitcher, the fissures in her arm beginning to mend and fade, �Please, more.�

�� A minute later, after downing another pitcher and a half, she stopped to catch her breath, assuming breath was something she even needed, but I was already noticing that whatever kind of being she was, her mannerisms, her movements all seemed to very natural and human, so that as unusual a creature as she was, there wasn't the slightest hint of uncannyness about her.

�� Okay, I need to slow down and let that settle for a bit,� she admitted, �I'm going to be pretty thirsty for a while; can we go in the kitchen and sit down while I let this all soak in properly?�

�� Oh, absolutely,� I agreed, �I'm sorry, I haven't even asked you if you're tired from the trip or if you need any clothes or anything, except I don't really have any women's clothes just laying around so, I dunno, do you want a t-shirt or a towel or something?�

�� I suppose if wearing clothes would please you more I could,� she said with a wink, �But really, I'm meant to be naked like this; clothing would only restrict my natural pliability.� Unless you wanted me wearing something just so you could feed me until I burst out of it, that might be a fun game.�

�� I followed her into the kitchen, meaning to ask about just what she meant by feeding, but found myself distracted by her body.� The water was definitely changing her; her skin had lost its cloudiness and was beginning to take on a luster like liquid glass.� Her movement was much more fluid now, the gentle sway of her pert behind as she walked telling me all I needed to know about her increasing suppleness.� Her hair was starting to move, well, not exactly like a person's would, but it wasn't like it was cast out of hard rubber anymore either.� Even now, after all our time together, there is still so much about her I still struggle to describe, so many things utterly unlike anything I had ever seen or imagined before.� She went to the kitchen table, pulled herself out a chair, and sat herself down in it, legs crossed, pitcher still in hand, resting it on the table.

�� Well, come on then, aren't you going to sit with me?� I won't bite; I don't actually have teeth, after all. �Actually, just one second, okay?� she gulped down the rest of the pitcher and handed it back to me once more, �Here, since you're still up, fill this up for me and then come make yourself comfortable, if you please.�

�� So, what am I supposed to call you, anyways?� I asked as I returned the filled pitcher to her and sat down next to her, �Do you have a name, or do I just call you �Slime Girl?�� I'm new at this, you know.�

�� Well, it may sound a little trite,� she answered taking another long pull from the pitcher and smiling mischievously, �But you can call me anything you want and I'll still come when you do it.� But I know that's not what you're asking; I can already tell you're a good guy, and you're going to treat me real nice.� Before I came here, they called me Cass, so if that works okay for you, why don't we stick with that?�

�� Cass, I like it; it fits you,� I agreed, to her evident pleasure.� I didn't know whether it was all the water she'd been taking in or just the fact that I was being nice to her was helping her relax, but her skin was practically glistening now, while the dim glow of her eyes had brightened into a sparkle, �What do you mean though?� Do some of you get sent to people who don't treat you well?�

�� Oh, don't get me wrong,� Cass hastened to say, �I'm a good girl; I'd do whatever I was told no matter who they paired me up with and honestly, I can be happy as long as I'm helping someone else find a little pleasure, but still, if you keep taking good care of me, thinking of what I want and keeping me satisfied and all, well, I promise I'll more than make it worth your while.�

�� Well, thanks,� I said, �But really, I swear I'd try to be decent to you whether or not I got anything out of the deal.� I mean, I know I sound like a creep for admitting it, but yeah, I ordered you because I haven't exactly had all that much experience with girls but sitting here with you now, I dunno, it's nice to have someone just to talk with to.� I promise I won't just be making you act out my most depraved, perverted fantasies day and night or anything like that.�

�� I know you mean that, and that's why I'm going to take such good care of you, sugar,� Cass said, chugging down the rest of the water and motioning for another refill, �But I am made to please.� I do appreciate a little me time now and then, but really, depraved fantasies are kind of my raison d'etre.� And since now we're both feeling a little more at ease with each other and I've gotten a few gallons in me to help me get all nice and slicked up again, why don't you tell me just what kind of a girl you want me to be?�

�� What do mean?� I asked, finding my brain was having trouble accepting that this beautiful, if very unusual woman was just as direct as she seemed, asking what she could do to make herself more pleasing to me, �I mean, what kind of girl do you want to be?�

�� No, no, none of that right now,� Cass said gently, placing my hand on her cool, soft thigh, �You've already proven your white knight bona fides.� Just think, with a little time and effort, and maybe a firm hand from you, I can become any woman you've ever dreamed of.� You can ask me to cultivate a figure that would just attract a few admiring glances on the beach, or you can tell me force myself to such dimensions as no human girl could ever dream of attaining, and I'll be utterly delighted either way.� So be perfectly straight with me here: what kind of girl do you want me to be?�

�� I'm sorry, it just feels so strange to be able to finally just say it like this,� I confessed, �I'm not even sure I can get the words out.�

�� Don't worry, I know this is your first time in this situation,� Cass said, pressing my hand a little more firmly against her leg as she took another drink, �You probably found me on some expansion website, didn't you?� I bet I know what kind of things you're into then.� You know, as much as I enjoy drinking like this, now that I'm limbered up I think I can probably absorb water even faster directly.� Don't bother getting up; I want you to be comfortable while I show you a bit more of what you've got waiting at your service now.�

�� Cass stood up, guiding my hand as she did so around her thigh and upwards so that by the time she was on her feet and facing away from me; I had a handful of her seductively squeezable ass, which had grown considerably rounder than it had been when I followed her into the kitchen a few pitchers before.� Her skin had a sort of liquid quality about it now, as if she were forever flowing downwards and being renewed by some wellspring within her.� Cass winked at me over her shoulder and sashayed over to the sink, stoppered the drain and turned the water on full blast, placing her hand in the basin as she turned and smiled at me playfully.

�� So then, expansion, where to begin?� Cass mused, �Well, let's start with the basics.� You seem like the kind of guy who likes a girl with a fair bit up top, am I right?� Tell me how this strikes your fancy.�

�� As I watched, her breasts began to grow.� They were already bigger than when she'd first been freed from the drum, still modest, but not as pixielike as when she'd been all dehydrated.� She flashed me a lascivious grin as she saw how I stared, her breasts steadily swelling into an ample pair that were more than enough to fill a man's hands.

�� Hmm? Is this what you've always wanted, a girl with a nice, fat pair of boobs?� Cass asked, as if she even needed me to answer, �But then again, you never would have gotten deep enough into the expansion forums to find me if all you were looking for is a nice set of DDs.�

�� As she absorbed more water, her breasts continued to fatten.� Even though they were still far from unnaturally large, they did look enticingly large on Cass's otherwise slender figure.� A few more seconds and they met together in the middle of her chest, the underside of her bosom inching lower and lower as it swelled.

�� Mmm, is this more like what you dream of at night?� Cass asked, squeezing her growing assets with a hand that looked somewhat small in comparison to her lime-hued spheres, �You're not saying no, so I must not be impressing you just yet.� I suppose I'd better just push myself a little bit further if I want to catch you eye, hmm?� You just tell me when my breasts have gotten so big that they're getting to be a turnoff to you, okay?�

�� As more and more water flowed into Cass's body, her breasts grew even more swollen.� They were wider than her shoulders now, her upper arms hidden behind their increasing bulk.� The way they soaked it up so effortlessly, the way their skin glistened so very moistly made me think of a pair of water balloons attached to a garden hose, inflating bigger and bigger as they filled, becoming heavier and heavier as they became more lusciously more overladen.� Cass's lust for her own body seemed to be growing apace with her bustline, her free hand groping and squeezing at a pair of breasts each larger than her head.

�� Okay, there's just too much of me to keep doing this one-handed,� Cass sighed as she grabbed a double handful of her blossoming chest, holding her full breasts so tightly I half expected her to wring the water right out of them, �Still not too big for you?� Oh, I can tell you could just do this all day.� Well, if we're going to be doing here for a while, do you mind if I just put the spray hose here in my mouth?� That should let me enjoy my growing endowments to the fullest, and give you a nice little show to boot.�

�� You can put anything you like in your mouth if it's going to keep you growing like this,� I said, finally starting to get comfortable with this strange but exciting situation.� The truth was, I'd gotten past the sheer weirdness of everything, and Cass filling her boobs up like this was getting me really turned on.� Honestly, I probably would have been on her already, except for the fact that this still felt a little surreal, like a fantasy playing out in my head, a clever but subservient girl devoted to catering to my whims, rapidly expanding breasts; this was something I'd been dreaming about since middle school.� And if things kept going the way my fantasies always did, well, it was going to be worth waiting a while longer without rushing things to their climax.

�� Mmm, I bet you like watching girls suck on things,� Cass breathed as she stroked the hose suggestively, �But it goes a little further than that with you, doesn't it?� Is it just the sight of a girl pumping her tits up with water as fast as she can swallow that sets you ablaze, or is it other things too?� When I'm guzzling this down, are you really imagining what it would be like if I was slurping down cake batter, getting all chubby and plump with every calorie that passed my lips?�

�� Something in my expression must have given away just how close her guess was; Cass flashed me a lustful smile.

�� Oh, so that is it,� she said huskily, �You like a girl with a nice full figure all over, is that it?� Well, I am feeling a little out of proportion with these basketball boobs on my skinny little body, let's see if I can't make my measurements a bit less lopsided.�

�� Cass pulled the trigger on the hose, spraying her chest with cool water, luxuriating in the part she had decided to play.� With a look of unbridled desire, she pushed it into her mouth and closed her lips tightly around the end, a knowing look on her face as she surveyed the developments which swiftly followed.� Her hips began to widen, blooming from their already feminine dimensions to a state of increasingly improbable fertility.� Keeping pace with her hips, her thighs filled out steadily, growing lush shapely as Cass drank herself into ever-greater voluptuousness.� The rest of her figure was barely able to keep up; her thin arms plumpening to substantially more indulgent proportions, her waistline becoming more generous in the shadow of her billowing breasts.� Cass wasn't even getting fat, really; she was just growing in all the right places to make every inch of her body as sumptuous and inviting as possible.� With a wink, Cass turned and planted her hands on the edge of the sink.� I gasped.� Her pert bottom had been pumped full to the point where it was not only keeping pace with her broadening hips, but had easily become more than ample enough to leave them behind.� It jiggled entrancingly as she bent forwards and gave her hips a shimmy, and I saw that her breasts were still expanding too, as Cass pressed their growing bulk against the edge of the counter, forcing them to spread out to either side of her curvaceous form.� I noticed the green of her body was growing brighter as she flooded herself with more, and I found it getting harder and harder to resist the urge to take her from behind right then and there.�

�� So, is this more of what you had in mind when you sent for me?� Cass asked over her shoulder, pulling the hose from her mouth just long enough to speak, �I'm so happy you're not only into boobs; I've just got so many wonderful places to get bigger in, it just feels like such a waste if you were only interested in two of them.� Why don't you go ahead and get out of those clothes, anyway?� I've been naked since the moment we met, and here I've never even seen you without your shirt on; if we're going to be such intimate friends I think you should to let me see what I've got to look forward too, hmm?�

�� Wordlessly, I readily complied.

�� Well now, there's a nice surprise; I guess you really are enjoying my little show then,� Cass said, running her tongue across her lips as she turned away from the sink, �If you don't mind waiting just a little longer, I'm sure I can make it up to you somehow; it just feels so incredible to finally be able to indulge, to stretch myself out a little and feel myself getting all big and squishy like this.� So then, you like my boobs and you wouldn't mind seeing me drink a tanker full of weight gain shakes.� Is that all, or are there any more reasons you like watching me stick this thing down my throat?�

�� Cass gave me a wicked look, paused, and then took an impossibly deep breath.� As she did so her stomach bulged out from her sudden intake of so much air.� I was transfixed.

�� Oh, so you like inflation too, is that it?� Cass asked coyly, as if discovering my most private desires aroused her indescribably, �Do you wish this was an air hose then, pumping me up like a living balloon?� Oh yes, I can do that too; I'm really very versatile, you know.� Just imagine it; my tits are so full and heavy with water now, but filling them up with air they'd be so deliciously light and still so very, very full.� I can just imagine you sitting there leering as a compressor chugged away out on the porch, the air hissing into me as my belly got bigger- and bigger- and bigger.�

�� As if to emphasize what she was talking about, Cass punctuated each repetition with another gargantuan breath, each forcing her belly to expand to more dramatic dimensions.� With her first breath she filled herself to the point where she looked as if she could have been six months pregnant.� Her second one rounded her figure out by another trimester, enlarging her belly to the point that it pushed upwards against her heavy-hanging breasts, spreading them apart slightly as it invaded their space.� Her third breath was so deep it was nearly too much even for Cass to take in at once; I could hear her gelatinous flesh creaking, stretching to hold so much air.� In the space of a few moments she had gone from slim to looking as if she were obscenely pregnant, her belly swelling wider than her hips, wider almost than her breasts, which now rested atop its rondure, somehow looking even bigger now that her belly was lifting them from underneath.� The lower edge of her belly was several inches below her waist now, one vast, expansive arc of inflated fertility, so distended with air that it was several shades lighter than Cass's natural green.

�� Mmm, so you do have a thing for inflatable girls,� Cass said approvingly as she massaged her huge belly expectantly, �You know, I've been awfully rude; here I am filling myself in all sorts of maddeningly sensual ways, and I've barely even let you so much as touch me yet.� I don't mean to be a tease, but why don't you come over here and see if you like the feel of your voluptuous little playmate as much as you like the look of her?�

�� Are you sure?� I managed to ask, even though it was all I could do to resist just pushing her against the edge of the counter and fucking her right there, �I mean, we only just met, I don't want to, you know, take advantage of you just because you expect me to.�

�� Oh, but we are going to have fun together,� Cass said with a hint of a laugh, �Believe me, I give myself to you ever so willingly.� I know you're trying to be a gentleman with me, but really, I'm a big enough girl to take care of myself, and we'll just see how long that chivalrous spirit lasts once you've had a taste of the pleasures I have to share.� Now come here.�

�� In a second I was in Cass's outstretched arms.� Her inflated belly pressed against my body-I was so hard I worried I might pop her like a balloon as I jabbed at its yielding underside.� Her breasts were lusciously heavy and so bewitchingly soft, and the way Cass gathered me in her arms and squeezed me tight against herself nearly made me lose control right then and there.� All those gallons of water she'd been taking in left her strangely cool to the touch, and while you might think that would be off-putting, somehow the gelidity of her body only added to Cass's mystique.� She was unmistakably female, yet inhuman in a way I found boundlessly tantalizing.� Absorbing so much water had left her skin slick and moist, as if she had just come out of the shower, and way her swollen breasts slipped and slid against each other and against me was incredible.� I pulled Cass closer, holding her so tight I half-expected my fingers to sink right through the substance of her body, but they sank in only a little more deeply than if I had been embracing a human girl, albeit one with a deliciously well-padded figure.� Being so close to her, I noticed a strange, sweet smell flowing forth from Cass's, as if she was made form something slightly volatile, and the heat of my body against hers was warming this heady perfume out of her body.

�� Cass smiled at me wordlessly, and leaned in for a deep kiss.� Her lips were so soft, so completely flawless, and as her tongue met mine she tasted sweet, with just a hint of tartness.� I pressed a hand against the back of her head, holding her mouth more tightly against mine, and she sighed with evident delight as she staggered back against the counter's edge.� I felt her work one arm free and heard it splash into the running water that still filled the sink; a moment later I felt her breasts begin to grow once again.� Cass pulled away a fraction of an inch smiled an enticing smile.

�� Well, I'd ask what you thought of me so far, but the way you're throbbing against my big, swollen belly tells me more than words ever could, �Cass whispered in my ear, pausing only to nibble at it teasingly, �So where do we go from here?� You can do me right here against the kitchen counter if you want, right this second.� I know you want it; ten seconds from now I could be screaming with ecstasy as you fuck me so hard you'll lift my feet right off the floor, my huge belly trembling as you pound me, by big, waterlogged tits slapping against it so awfully loud, bouncing uncontrollably, wet and slippery against your chest.� Or are you willing to wait just a little bit longer?� I could just stand right here, just absorbing more and more as long as you wish me to, my boobs getting bigger and heavier for every gallon I take into my body.� They'd just hang lower and lower as I drank it up, and I'd still keep soaking it up like a sponge.� I've grown accustomed to being so terribly dry and thirsty lately; just drinking and drinking until I'm sated, until I'm so obscenely saturated that it hurts sounds absolutely heavenly.� And then, when I'm standing here like a living water balloon, so absolutely glutted I can hardly move, then you can have your way with me, ravishing me while I'm helpless for having swallowed so much I that I feel like there's barely enough substance to me to contain it all, and if I swallowed just a little more I'd just burst into nothingness like an overblown soap bubble.� So which will it be then, lover of mine?� Will you have me now, or do you long for more?�

�� More,� I whispered back, my spine shivering at the thought of Cass's breasts becoming so sublimely swollen that she they pinned her to the floor.

�� She smiled.

�� Well then, why don't you stand back a step or two so you can enjoy watching me blow my girls up like a pair of balloons?� Cass said in a tone that told me I had chosen wisely, �I'm going to be getting a lot bigger in front, and I just know the last thing you want is to be knocked over by my boobs.� Besides, I'd hate for you to come too soon, being pressed against my breasts as they swell up.�

�� As I stepped back, Cass looked down at herself and licked her lips suggestively.

�� You know,� she said, �If I go and get that top heavy, I'm liable to topple right over if I don't even things out just a bit.� I don't suppose you'd complain if I filled myself out a little around the margins, do you?� And while we're making changes, I really can't stand being this short.� Not that I mind the thought of being with a man taller than me; you really must try dominating me some time; I just feel like there's not quite enough of me to support a bustline as colossal as you seem to have in mind for me.� Do you mind if I gain a few inches while I'm at it?�

�� Oh, absolutely,� I agreed, more than eager to see what fruits such changes would bear, �Whatever you think would suit you best.�

�� Wonderful,� Cass sighed, �I promise I won't turn myself into too much of a plumper, and I won't make myself into some kind of a towering amazon, at least right now; though if you ask me later and say please, I don't think you'll be disappointed.� And you know, as efficient as it is to just let the water soak right into my body, there is something so, provocative about just putting a hose in my mouth and feeling my breasts getting heavier with every desperate swallow.� You don't mind if I do it that way, do you?� It shouldn't take all that much longer, and I'll enjoy the sucking part so very, very much.�

�� All I could do was nod dumbly as Cass put the hose back in her mouth, turned the water on full blast, and squeezed the trigger.� The initial surge was so strong her breasts actually quaked from the shock of it, then trembling fluidly as she pumped herself full of water.� It was uncanny how perfectly womanly Cass was, the way her fat nipples were plumping up as more liquid forced its way into her, the subtle difference between the slick sheen of her lime-colored breasts and the slight puffiness of her areolae, which were steadily stretching wider and wider as her chest grew heavy with water.� Before she had begun glutting herself they had been hardly more than an inch across, but now Cass had soaked up so much water that each one stretched out broader than her hands, something I had ample chance to notice as she fondled with her ripening melons with palpable desire, hefting their growing weight, squeezing them and watching how they bulged between her outspread fingers, even giving her increasingly turgid nipples a pinch to stroke herself until she was even more inflamed.

�� Her breasts now each more than a foot across, and once more hanging out beyond the furthest extent of her inflated belly, Cass flashed me a libidinous glance, and I saw the steady quivering of her breasts growing weaker, as if she had stopped forcing so much water into them.� A moment later I saw why.� Slowly, but unmistakably, she was growing taller.� The top of Cass's head inched higher and higher as the water she was pumping into herself filled her entire body.� Her ass rubbed against the counter's edge as her legs grew longer.� Her growth was so gradual, I realized, because she was keeping herself all in proportion; as she passed five foot two, I saw that Cass's hips were blossoming wider, her luscious and lengthening legs becoming thicker as she expanded in every direction.� Even just keeping all her measurements in balance, this meant Cass's breasts were still getting bigger, and even if they weren't growing relative to the rest of her body, they were already so spectacular that every inch her bustline increased by left them more breathtakingly enlarged.

�� Cass swallowed single-mindedly, her green, glimmering eyes fixed on me as she hungrily explored expanding assets, and as she reached five and a half feet it dawned on me that just her growing even these few inches much was making her much, much larger.� Before her latest growth spurt she had been massively busty, of course, and more than a little bit on the curvy side of things, but underneath it all she had still been so petite it was hard to think of her as really being that large.� As I watched Cass steadily approaching the point where she could look me in the eye without having to look up, her hips becoming more womanly by the second, her breasts jiggling faintly as she forced them to soak up more, I just couldn't believe how big she was getting.

�� Silently, as if she were reluctant to stop drinking even for a moment, Cass shot me an imploring look, as if asking if this was already too much, or if I wouldn't mind if she kept on going just a little longer, pretty please.� A smile was more than enough to reassure her.� A look of sheer intoxicating bliss on her face, Cass grew taller and taller.� Her once narrow shoulders now seemed heavy and round from the weight of supporting her ponderous bosom, and since her inflated belly wasn't expanding along with the rest of her, her breasts were fast beginning to overwhelm it.� Her thighs were becoming juicier by the second, her hips spreading and spreading as I imagined her astride me, my hands squeezing and exploring their fertile breadth.� Cass smiled coquettishly and gave a little runway turn, showing me just how much growing nearly a foot had affected her ass.� It was indescribably more spankable now, round and wide, her jellolike flesh glistening as she gave herself a smack that sent ripples through her saturated behind.� Cass bent over the sink, her heavy breasts now hanging down into the basin, so large that they filled it to overflowing.� Her ass looked even more massive, more inviting like this.� Cass spread her feet a few inches apart and wiggled in a way that set her entire body aquiver.� Another invitation, another choice.� Did I take her like this, bent over the sink, pounding her from behind as she kept drinking, getting bigger and bigger.� Just how tall would she get if I didn't stop her?� At this height Cass was already more woman than I was sure I could handle, but the thought of her growing taller than me was immensely tempting.� If I let her just keep going, soaking it up until she was seven feet tall, or eight, what unimaginable delights would laying with her bring?� I longed to give it to her right now, to consummate our strange yet intimate relationship, but while I still wanted more, six feet was enough for now.� After waiting another moment for me to reconsider, Cass stood back up, her breasts sliding wetly against the polished steel of the sink as she pulled them free, slapping against her yielding body so loudly that I was surprised she didn't wince.

�� Well, you've certainly got more self-control than I would have thought,� she said with approval as she pulled the hose from her lips, �So, how do you like me now that I can look you in the eye?� Well, maybe that and a little more besides; I think I must have gained another two or three inches on you while I was waiting to see if you wanted to ride this luscious ass of mine.� I hope you don't mind being with a tall girl too much.�

�� You're like an Amazon or something,� was all I could manage at first, still dumbstruck at how� fantastically Junoesque Cass had become,� I mean, I didn't think you getting a bit taller would make that much of a difference, but just look at you; you're huge, well, in all the best places at least.�

�� Mmm, so you noticed that, did you?� Cass purred with obvious delight, �I had a feeling you wouldn't mind having a bigger playmate to hold you tight.� And I am so much bigger now than I was before because, you know, math and stuff.� If I weighed a hundred pounds when I was five feet tall, I'd be closer to one fifty when I'm standing proud at six feet.� And while a girl doesn't like to admit her weight, I'd already drunk enough before my little growth spurt there to tip the scales at much more than just a hundred, I'm sure you can imagine I'm quite a big girl now, a fact that I'm sure you will be coming to enjoy very soon.� Of course, absorbing so much water without doing anything to really increase my mass more permanently does have a few side effects.� I'm not sure I'm quite satisfied with how I look at this light a green, and just look at my breasts; my poor boobs are so overloaded I'm sure they're going to start sagging if I get much bigger.�

�� I don't know, I kind of like them this way; they just look so lush and heavy hanging down over your belly like this,� I demurred, stepping forward and trying to heft one of Cass's swollen breasts.� She was right, saturating them to this point had left them much less round, they now looked almost like a pair of ripe watermelons suspended from her chest, no longer so much supported by her belly as simply spread apart by it, though their growing bulk was swiftly overtaking even its fertile fulsomeness.� Her nipples now pointed down more than forwards, and while her breasts may have softened dramatically as their load grew, her pert peaks remained enticingly taut, as I found when I gave one a pinch and Cass suddenly clutched at the counter for support.� Being enlarged to this size had left her breasts staggeringly heavy; they were far too slippery to even try to heft and I couldn't begin to imagine how much they had to weigh by now.� Cass, however, seemed to be perfectly comfortable at this new size, alternately beaming at me and biting at her lower lip whenever I struck upon a particularly sensitive bit of her expanded anatomy.

�� So, you don't mind me having a bit more of a natural shape then?� Cass mused, �Nice to know not all guys are only turned on by a girl with fake stripper tits after all, though if you ever want to give it a try later, I do put on a pretty good show on the pole.� Okay then, if you don't want me tall enough to bury your face in between by boobs, though you really should let me try that on you sometime too, why don't I just get a little bustier for you, hmm?� Would you like it if I just keep right on swallowing it down until my poor tits get so absolutely engorged that they hang down past my waist, so massive that I won't even be able to stand anymore, and I'll have to just lay here on the floor, helplessly drinking more and more until you finally decide that I'm big enough and let me stop, even though I'll already be pinned to the floor by my massive, overfilled breasts, my whole body so indescribably glutted than it'll be all I can do to spread my fat, juicy thighs enough for you to fuck me; is that what you want?�

�� Yes,� I said, �Please.�

�� Well, in that case,� Cass said with a satisfied smile, �I guess I'd better not argue then, hadn't I; if I give you a hard time and you feel the need to teach me a lesson who knows how much you might decide to fill me with?� Maybe not right now, but I think I'll have to give you a little lip sometime just to see what you make me do when you are mad at me; I think I might enjoy that almost as much as you would.�

�� And with a gleam in her eyes she plunged the hose back into her mouth, water gushing into her already gargantuan bust.� With both hands she cradled her breasts as they swelled with fluid, growing heavier, larger as she kneaded their gelatinous bulk longingly.� Inch by inch, they crept down Cass's bulging belly, now becoming so huge that it barely spread them apart, the long, inviting cleft where they squeezed together stretching from just below Cass's neck, where her massive jugs hung from her chest, to more than halfway down her belly, where her breasts once more parted, though the point where they met was inching lower by the second.� It was obvious that absorbing so much water was a strain for her; small droplets of it were starting to condense on her green skin, as if forcing herself to become so excessively saturated meant that some of it was starting to seep out of her.� But still she drank.� Her areolae, still a shade darker than the attenuated green of the rest of her body, stretched wider and wider as the gallons flowed into her, spreading wider than the outstretched hands she grabbed at them with, and then broader still as her inundation continued apace.� She moaned with some mixture of pleasure and distress, writhing in a way that left her in continual danger of losing her balance, her entire figure jiggling sensually while her breasts trembled sumptuously from their ever-expanding burden.

�� Oh!� This has to be at least twice as much water as I've ever absorbed before,� Cass gasped, pulling the hose from her lips as if desperate for relief, �I'm just getting so huge now I feel so- diluted, so spread out I can hardly stand.� Is this what being drunk feels like?� I'm so full of water the whole room feels like it's swimming, but it feels so amazing, letting myself lose control like this. Is this still what you want?� Do you want me to keep going, to just fill myself until I'm too weak to move, too helpless to resist anything you want to do with me, my breasts swollen until I'm ready to burst?�

�� I struggled for the right words, watching Cass standing there, her once-pert breasts now swollen into a pair of ponderous udders so ginormous she looked like their weight might make her collapse at any moment.

�� It's okay, you don't even have to say it,� Cass breathed, as if torn between exhaustion and sheer, unbridled lust, �You want me bigger.� I don't blame you, I can hardly resist these big, swollen boobs of mine either; I'd probably beg you to let me keep drinking even if you told me I was too big for you already, just to find out how much more I could hold.� All the same, if I'm going to keep doing this for your pleasure, why don't you give me a little more physical encouragement, hmm?� So come here and enjoy your slime girl and her big, wet tits while we see just how much more of this she can endure.�

�� Not waiting for the answer she knew I would give, Cass took the hose and pressed it several inches deep into her shoulder, her gelatinous flesh yielding readily as it penetrated her body.� I saw the gush of water flowing into her, a clear stream running down through her green form and into her breasts, which began to fatten immediately from the inrushing torrent.

�� What,� Cass asked innocently as she spread her arms out invitingly, �I want to be able to touch you, to feel your lips against mine while I grow for you, and this seemed like as good a place as any to stick the hose.� I mean, I guess there are one or two other places I could have put it, but then it would just get in the way once we, well, I think you know.� Come on then, don't leave me standing here alone while my boobs swell up like a couple of overfilled water balloons; unless of course you're the kind of guy who gets off on that, just watching me getting too big to stand, my tits getting heavier and heavier until I can't even hold them up anymore.� Come over here; I want you to enjoy what you're doing to me as much as I am.�

�� How could I refuse?� I stepped forwards and a moment later found myself enveloped in Cass's voluminous embrace.� Her breasts were now so utterly saturated that they were dripping with water as a puddle began to form around her feet; they were exquisitely slippery, and as Cass pulled me in close they bulged out more than a foot to either side of her far from narrow body, while still filling up so much space between us that just reaching her lips was a challenge.� She kissed me, eagerly, passionately; I grabbed her as tightly as I could, there was simply too much of her now for me to reach all the way around but that didn't stop me from trying.� Her entire body seemed to tremble from the flood she was subjecting herself to; I could feel her breasts throbbing against me as more water rushed into her body, and having to hold so much had only amplified her natural softness so that now I couldn't escape the feeling that if I squeezed her just a little tighter I might sink right into her jellylike flesh, a thought that struck me as both terrifying and tempting at the same time.�

�� All the while Cass moaned and sighed, softly begging for more whenever I broke contact to catch my breath.� She seemed so completely overwhelmed, I wondered if she wasn't already coming, if this was truly what sex was for her, being touched, held, desired by another while pushing her body to its very limits.� Whatever it was for her, it was amazing.� Cass had absorbed so much now that she had become an almost translucent green, and with every passing moment her breasts grew more lusciously enlarged. I felt myself stiffening as the yielding underside of her bosom made contact with my member, and the way Cass gave a pleasure-wracked shiver at the sensation told me she was every bit as delighted as I by her steadily expanding dimensions.� All the same, I saw how much harder this was becoming for her.� It felt like she was holding on to me as much for support as for delight now, and instead of fondling her breasts, she now seemed to be trying to simply position them more comfortably.� I let her go and stepped back, amazed at how gigantic she had become just in the last couple of minutes.� Without my body pressed against hers, they hung several inches lower than her waist, bulging out a foot and a half to either side of her body and covering her inflated belly completely.� Though far too heavy to resist gravity's pull, their shape was still seductively fertile; the way they seemed so desperately inundated with water, so absolutely brimming turned me on in ways I couldn't begin to describe.� Still, even I could tell that Cass was nearing her limit.� The pool around her feet was growing, and I noticed with a start that her feet seemed to have sort of melted into it, as if the sheer weight of her bust was too much for her to support in her current state.

�� Oh, but this is so much better than I ever imagined be owned could be,� Cass breathed, trying� to lift one of her swollen melons and succeeding in little more than making it slosh and jiggle against the other, �Wow, these hangers of mine are getting really heavy.� I think- I think I'm going to have to lay down here if you don't mind.�

�� Oh, of course,� I agreed in an instant, �Here, you're plenty big enough for me; I didn't mean to push you so far beyond what you're comfortable with, here, lay down and, you know, if you need some time to rest, we can always finish up later.�

�� How terribly thoughtful you are,� Cass said with a appreciatively as I took her hands and tried to help her gently to the floor, her fat breasts swaying uncontrollably as she moved, spilling out across her lap and thighs as she sat down, �But that wasn't what I had in mind at all.� You've got me so worked up I think I'd die if this didn't end with you giving me what I need so very, very badly.�

�� Well, if you insist,� I said, inwardly relieved that her ardor was undampened, �But here, let me get that hose out of you so you don't get any bigger than you already-�

�� What, don't you want me any bigger?� Cass asked teasingly as she gently pushed my hand away from the hose in her shoulder, �Just because I'm too big to walk doesn't mean I can't take a little more as long as I'm in a more relaxing position.� That's okay with you, right; my huge, quivering tits are haven't gotten too big for your tastes, have they?�

�� Well, when you put it that way, no,� I agreed, stunned at Cass's seemingly insatiable desire for more.

�� Good then, I'd hate to think that me getting so enormous as this was turning you off; it would ruin so many of my ideas for things we can do later on,� Cass hinted suggestively, �Now, you just leave that hose right where it is and help me lay down here.�

�� I could barely wrap my mind around how nearly immobile Cass had become; all those countless gallons of water she had soaked up had made it almost impossible to help her.� I kept feeling as if my hands were going to sink right through her body as we struggled to wrestle her to the floor.� Her breasts looked like they had gained another couple of inches just while we worked to get her down, but it was clear that laying like this was much more comfortable for Cass.� Though the pool of water around her continued to expand, she had her feet back, though I did notice that her previously well-rounded ass now bulged out alarmingly from her added weight.� Lying down like this somehow managed to make her breasts look even more massive than when she was standing; they rose fully two feet above her chest, and spilled out across her arms beyond her elbows, and her entire body almost to her waist still buried beneath them.� They quivered with excess; the hose was pumping an unthinkable amount of water into her body, Cass was sending every last drop of it into her titanic bosom, her nipples swollen to the size of her fists and trembling visibly as the rolling green mountains beneath them swelled inexorably higher.� She was so overextended now I could see the black and white of the floor tiles through her body; if this caused her any pain though, she certainly wasn't letting on.

�� Okay, lover, you've been so very patient, so tender with me,� Cass said, giving me a come-hither smile, �But I think I've kept you waiting long enough.� I want you to get on me and fuck me until I can't take it anymore.� I want you to set my big, swollen tits bouncing so hard that when they slap together you'll be able to hear it a mile away, and I want you to keep going as long as you can, just riding me, thrusting into me as I get bigger and bigger; I don't want you to come until I feel like I'm about to burst.� Understand?� Good, now come and have me.�

�� With her breasts still expanding as water flooded into her helpless form, I lay down on top of Cass.� From the first second that I felt the touch of her jellylike body, it was absolutely intoxicating.� Cass's naturally yielding essence seemed to surrender even more willingly now that she had been so obscenely oversaturated, and I felt as if I was liable to sink right into the cool wetness of her body.� Her hips bulged out sumptuously wide to either side, her legs sliding against my own past my feet, long and sleek and so lusciously thick through her thighs that I could only imagine the heaven that awaited between them.� Her belly, still inflated into the very picture of fertility, pushed up against me, pneumatically soft.� Cass gasped slightly from the extra weight pressing down on her overladen breasts; they parted slightly as I slid in between them; her entire body felt as if it were groaning beneath me as her desperately engorged breasts slapped against the tiles to either side of her body, pinning her all the more vulnerably to the floor.�

�� It was obvious that she had soaked up far too much now to rise under her own power, and Cass gasped as her strength was diluted even further by the water still pouring into her.� The hose still pressed deeply into her increasingly voluptuous figure and her arms held fast to the floor by her billowing mammaries, Cass gave another small moan of expectant delight, a weak shudder wracking her quiversome form as she did so.

�� Well,� she asked in a voice that sounded half like a request and half like a dare, �Aren't you going to fuck me?� Or did I keep you waiting too long while I was making you fill me up?�

�� What do you mean?� I asked, taken aback.

�� I can feel you pressing so hard against me that I feel like you're going to just spear me right through my jelly,� Cass explained, �so I know you're every bit as horny as I am right now, so why aren't you giving me the consummation that I crave?� Is it because I teased you and made you wait while I let my tits get bigger and bigger?� You know I'm so completely glutted by now that I can barely move; I couldn't turn the water off if I wanted to; are you giving me a little taste of my own medicine, making me lie here all helpless and horny while half an ocean gets pumped into my poor overfilled boobs?� You don't have to say a word; I knew it, you're going to enjoy this, making me wait for you as I just keep filling up with more and more.� I guess I can't blame you; I'd do the same thing to me in an instant; there's no way I could resist the chance to watch my huge, swollen tits just blow up like a pair of water balloons tied to a hose and left to fill until they burst.� All this water has already stretched me so awfully thin; my lovely green is getting so watered down I'll be lucky to get through this without losing my color altogether.� So how much are you going to make me take before you get down to business?� Will you wait until my tits have swelled up higher than the counter-top, each one engorged with enough water to fill a dozen bathtubs and both of them pressing wet and ponderous against you as you finally decide I've had enough and plunge into me?� Or is even that not big enough for you?� Are you going to wait until the floor is literally creaking beneath my weight, water running in big, fat drops as it leaks out of my prodigiously overfilled body, my breasts so utterly titanic that even standing up you'd barely be level with my fat, throbbing nipples?� Oh, they'd be so huge I'd be pinned between the cabinets on either side of me, every drop I took in pinching them tighter and tighter together.� I'd just be buried beneath them, billowing so low they'd cover my legs all the way to my ankles, and smothering me so completely that it's really a good thing I don't need to breathe.� I'd be so overwhelmed, just so absolutely overcome by the sheer excess you'd pumped into me that it would be all I could do to just keep myself together.� Maybe I'd cry out, my desperation stifled beneath who knows how many tons of quivering gelatin, and you'd realize that if you were going to fuck me, it had to be now.� My breasts would be so immense you'd barely be able to force your way between them, hardly able to push their trembling bulk out of the way enough to finally sink into me and teach me what it feels like for a woman to be filled by a man.� I just hope you'd finish up and unhook me before it was too late, and I'm already getting so terribly full...�

�� Cass was right; in the time it had taken her to plant the ever so seductive idea of just leaving her to grow until she could take no more in my mind, her breasts had already become even more immense, rising higher and higher on either side of my body, so distended with water they were nearly transparent.� She was ready; wordlessly she smiled up at me with longing and spread her lush legs to let me in.� This time, I needed no urging.� I slid inside of her; it was indescribable how sublimely slick Cass was inside, the way she yielded so completely to my flesh while her inner softness squeezed me tightly, the utter lack of friction and the prodigious pressure inside her was unlike anything else in the world.� She gasped as I entered her; I think I may have too.� Cass smiled for a moment, glancing downwards, and following her gaze I was amazed to see myself inside her, probing into her gelatinous flesh as deep as I was able.� I tried to hold her nearer, but her breasts had become so titanic that all I could do was lean in close, and kiss her long and hard as I found my rhythm.� Pinned to the floor as she was, Cass was still able to rock her full, womanly hips in response to me, urging me deeper, opening herself to me as much as her burdens would allow.� She still tasted sweet, though something, whether her growing arousal or her exorbitantly enlarged endowments had let the hint of tartness in her flavor grow far sharper.� It seemed Cass could taste it too; she seemed almost as intoxicated with the taste of her own lips as she was with mine.

�� The motion of her body quickly spread to her massive breasts.� In time with our lovemaking, they rolled and heaved, squeezing me tight and then parting, smacking one moment against the cabinets just above Cass's head and then a second later slapping against the hard floor so loudly that I wondered if pain was actually something she could feel.� If she was in any distress though, she hid it wholly within herself.� Cass arched her back as much as she was able; her huge ass swelled out even more as she positioned herself, her body surging and ebbing beneath mine.

�� Please, give it to me harder,� Cass breathed, barely able to form the words, straining to lift her huge hips off the floor, �I'm getting so awfully full, I need you to make me come.�

�� I'd been struggling to hold myself back since the second I slipped inside her, so as she awkwardly spread her sleek legs even further and set her feet to either side of my head, I knew it was time to give her what she wanted.� Cass's knees pressed deeply into the vast, pale green expanse of her growing bosom; she did look like she had taken about as much as she could possibly absorb, and I was all too happy to oblige.� I drove myself into her, again and again, her body trembling from the force.� She seemed so overcome that I half expected to split her in two, or that I was going to simply find myself buried in her body halfway around my waist.� But she held, however barely.� Writhing, breathlessly screaming Cass finally came, and came again, tightening and pulsating around me.� I felt like I should have come already; I'd never been this hard in my life; and I was sure I could hear her weakly begging me to come so I could unhook her from the hose.� Her breasts were level with the counter-top now; they reached as far down as my knees, Cass's arms completely hidden beneath their growing bulk.� She whimpered as she came again, sounding utterly drained by being so completely overfilled and with one last thrust, I came, firing myself into her throbbing depths, before finally collapsing against her chest, both of us completely spent, laying at the center of an expanding pool of lime-colored fluid.

�� Oh, that was incredible,� Cass sighed, her wet cheek pressed against mine, �But please, can you pull the hose out of me; I feel like I'm ready to burst, I've taken in so much water.�

�� Hands still trembling, I hurried to comply, pulling the hose head from her shoulder with a viscous sucking noise and releasing the trigger, leaving it dangling limply from over the lip of the sink.

�� There, is that better?� I asked as Cass breathed a sigh of relief.

�� Yes, that's so much better,� she said, �I'm just still tingling all over from everything; I feel like I'm too weak to even move right now.�

�� Are you okay?� I asked beginning to grasp just how truly massive Cass had become, �Is there anything I can do for you?�

�� I'll be fine,� she smiled, �but if you're going to make a habit of making me big enough to be visible from space I wouldn't mind if you'd feed me a bit before next time.�

�� How would that help?� I asked.

�� Well, the only reason absorbing this much water is hard for me is because there's only so much of me to go around,� Cass explained, �But if you brought me a few desserts, maybe a cake or forty, well, that would fatten me up in a hurry.� And of course, I could carry all the weight I gained in whatever places you might happen to find most appealing.� If you wanted, I could stuff myself with ice cream by the gallon, my boobs swelling bigger and fatter with every bite, or I could gorge myself on pastries, every last ounce of my feast going straight to my ass, until I was so huge back there I'd just be held to the floor by it, while you did whatever you wanted to my huge, quivering behind.� Of course, you wouldn't need to limit yourself to think kind of things that happen to a normal girl when she packs on the pounds.� I could get taller if you liked; haven't you ever wanted a woman tall enough that you could just bury your head between her tits while she hugged you tight?� I'm pretty stretchy too; if there was enough of me to go around, you could use that bike pump I saw in the front room to blow me up like a big, wet, inflatable sex toy.� But listen to me just going on; I'm sure you've got ideas enough of your own to keep me busy, haven't you?�

�� Can you really do all that?� I asked Cass, who smiled a wicked, knowing smile.

�� Oh, I can do all those things and more; I'm endlessly versatile that way,� she grinned, �For right now though, how about we try to get some of this water out of me so I can get back down to a slightly more manageable size?�

�� Oh, right,� I said, realizing that being pinned to the kitchen floor by her own massive breasts was not a state that Cass expected to remain in forever, �What do I need me to do?�

�� Well, I guess that depends on how nosy your neighbors are?� she asked, �Do you suppose anyone would notice a rather healthy naked green translucent woman with boobs bigger than she is laying out in your back yard getting some sun?�

�� Why do you-� I began before realizing what she was driving at, �Oh, you can get rid of this by evaporation!�

�� Exactly, as long as you can help get me through the door,� Cass added.

�� Oh, absolutely; the back yard is pretty private, so you should be okay out there,� I assured her, �Besides, even if someone did see you out there sunning yourself, who would ever believe them?�

�� Well, I'd certainly be a sight they wouldn't forget,� Cass admitted with more than a little pride, �Here, come on then and help me up; sorry in advance if being this big has left me a little bit melty.�

�� As I struggled to lift Cass to her feet, I soon discovered what she meant; her breasts were far too heavy for the rest of her to support, and her legs sort of melded into a single undefined pillar as she tried to stand up.�

�� Oh, but this is embarrassing,� Cass said, �I was always the best one in my class at keeping my figure in demanding situations, �I hope it doesn't bother you seeing me like this.�

�� No, no, you're fine, �I assured her, trying to drag her towards the door, her ponderous breasts leaving a wet trail as they slid across the floor, �It's kind of sexy actually, seeing you getting all soft around the edges like this.�

�� Hmm, really?� Cass asked, her voice pregnant with potential, �I think I'd better file that away for later.�

�� We awkwardly struggled towards the door; though Cass actually seemed to have a much easier time pushing herself along without legs, and soon we were at the threshold.� It was hard going squeezing her oversaturated breasts through it, but her inborn pliability made the task far easier than it might have been, and soon enough Cass was out under the hot afternoon sun, thick curls of sweet-smelling steam already rising from her body.

�� Oh, it's so wonderful to feel warm again,� Cass enthused as she laid back on a deck chair that groaned beneath her weight, her legs once more solid all the way down, her huge breasts hanging to either side of them, �So then, are you glad you sent for me?�

�� Completely,� I told her, �You're the best thing to happen to me since I don't know when.�

�� Good,� she said, �Because this is only a taste of what I have to offer a man who truly treasures my talents.� You know, I'm probably going to be out here a couple hours before I've slimmed down enough to move under my own power again; if you're not too tired, why don't you put on some clothes and run out to get me a few snacks to expand my capacity a little more?�

�� Oh, of course,� I agreed immediately, �Don't worry, I'll pack the car to the roof.�

�� Mmm, I love how you take such good care of me,� Cass smiled, folding her arms behind her head, as her mammoth breasts lolled out in front of her body, �Well; you take your time then, but don't dally too long.� I'll be eagerly awaiting your return.�

�� I had my orders.� I ran inside to get myself together, my winsome and willing slime girl laying naked and green and beautiful out in the sun, dreaming up ways to fulfill my wildest fantasies as soon as I returned.