Unexplained additions

Unexplained additions
By Mich (part 1) and Guhbone

Part 1

I pushed Diane back onto the couch, undoing the buttons of her shirt with one hand while holding her head with the other, our lips interlocked, noses pushing into each other, breath mixing in the air. I didn't doubt that she could feel my erection on her hip through both of our jeans and was rewarded with one of her hands slipping around to my crotch to give it a tweak. I almost came in my pants right there.

Her shirt was now off and her small, firm breasts were exposed to the air, as she had apparently gone braless. Temporarily separating our mouths, I half knelt and started kneading her tits with both of my hands while grinding my groin into hers. As her back arched, half in pleasure and half in anticipation, she brought her own hands to my fly, undoing it with the slip of a button and a quick zip. My own sex organ was exposed, nearly jutting through my boxers.

"Oh, we are ready to go, aren't we?" she gasped.

I stopped all contact with her for a moment to wriggle out of my pants and let them lie with my shirt on the floor while she removed her own lower garments. We both were completely nude, standing there for a moment, looking at each others' eyes.

Then the moment was over, and we came together. I consider myself lucky that I got it in the right hole, since I wasn't even paying attention. I was too enamored with her at that moment. But I got right in. It wasn't the tightest fit, but that was good; I didn't want to come too quickly. A simple back and forth motion is what got us started, but it quickly evolved into more elaborate play as I found what hit her well and what didn't. Moans quickly turned into groans turned into gasps of pleasure, and as I found her spot, Diane started to orgasm, shuddering underneath me. I couldn't hold back anymore and shot my load right into her, our eyes never leaving each other.

Afterward, when we had moved to my bed, she revealed to me a secret. "You're the first guy that made me come, Patrick."

"I bet you tell every guy that," I said, half-jokingly.

She looked up, back into my eyes, and gave me a funny look. "No. This time was different."

She looked down at her chest and flicked an erect nipple. "In more ways than one..."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, curious. Seeing her touch herself was getting me hard again, and I could feel my dick tingling.

"Oh, nothing," she said. "Forget about it. Aren't you glad I went on the pill?"

I smiled. This was the first time I had ever been with a girl who was on the pill. "Oh, yeah. No more condoms for me."

And, while talking about a million other small things, we drifted off to sleep, her in my arms. At that moment, I didn't doubt that we were made for each other.

***

My alarm clock woke us up.

"Oh wonderful!," Diane said, jumping out of bed. "My first class starts in fifteen minutes! I'm going to be late!" She jumped into her pants and threw on her shirt, fumbling with the buttons. I started to follow her lead.

"Hey," I said, while looking through my drawers for an unwrinkled shirt, "What are you doing later today, because I'm not working tonight."

Halfway through her shirt, she looked up at me with a sly smile. "Why do you ask? Hoping for a repeat performance?"

"Maybe," I said, mock shy.

The shirt now completely buttoned, she was looking at her chest oddly again. Was the button-up tighter this morning than yesterday? But she shrugged and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"We'll see, if you make us dinner." With that, she rushed to the door.

"I'll hold you to that!" I called after her.

Smiling and shaking my head, I went to the bathroom for my morning relief. My penis was still feeling weird.

"Did I work you a little too much last night, little guy?" I asked it. There was no reply.

As I peed, I couldn't help but imagine what would happen that night. It would only be the second time having sex together, but already I was feeling comfortable with her. Maybe Diane would be interested in trying something different for both of us. Not that we needed it; I felt perfectly fine with the old missionary style, as long as it was with her. She wasn't only smart, but she was pretty hot, too, with the way her chestnut brown hair fell in waves down her back, her smooth waist filled out slightly for her hips, her boobs, while not big, weren't too small, and seemed really sensitive.

Her boobs... the blouse must have been that small yesterday and I was just too horny to notice, I thought. Although, now that I thought about it, she wouldn't just be hot if she had bigger ones; she would be smokin'. With a C-cup... or a D...

I realized at this point that I had long run out of urine and was now standing there with a boner in my hands. A nice fat one.

"Wow," I thought, "did I get turned on that much by one little fantasy?" Figuring that it was early enough to not impact plans for that night, I quickly relieved my other problem into the toilet. It wasn't hard at all; I just pictured Diane straddling me naked and I went as quick as you please.

"Just don't make this a habit," I told my cock, "or we might have a serious problem forming." And, with that, I gathered up my own notebooks and headed to class.

Images of Diane kept slipping into my head all day, but that was to be expected, what with the plans for that night. And I wasn't let down, either. We had barely finished dinner when she was all over me, this time leading me to the bedroom. It felt like my rod was going to burst out of my pants, and I was relieved that there wasn't much foreplay tonight. Again I blindingly slid it into her, and experienced a moment of panic when I was sure that I had accidently put it in someplace very uncomfortable for her. But with a smile she comforted me and I forgot all about it as we started to make our motions. We came at the same time again.

We laid there, tired but completely happy, her head on my chest as I ran my fingers through her hair. She looked up into my eyes and asked, "Do my boobs look bigger to you?"

"I don't know," I said playfully. "Let me ask them."

And I let my hand drop to her chest, expecting the small B-cup that I had chased after for those months. Instead I found a handful.

Diane must have seen my eyebrows furrow and gave a little nod.

"I thought so. I noticed it this morning, but they seemed even bigger just now."

"This is weird," I said, running my hand around its edge, and then letting a finger travel up it and tweak her nipple. She gave a little gasp and a shiver. I laughed.

"Feels that nice, does it?" I asked.

She nodded. "They've always been a little sensitive, but I noticed some stronger feelings, too."

"Well," I said, "I've heard of girls getting bigger when they go on the pill."

"But I've been on it for months," she said, "and I know that they weren't this big yesterday. You know... before we..."

She trailed off. But I got her meaning, and laughed again.

"You think that us having sex is making your boobs grow bigger?"

She sat up, the covers falling off of us.

"Don't laugh! It's the only thing that has changed in these past two days!" She got out of bed, and I watched her cute ass as she bent over and picked something up. I realized it was her bra (she had changed after that first class) as she put it on.

"I wore this on Saturday and it fit perfectly. When I wore it today for school it felt pretty tight. And now..." She turned around and I saw what she meant. That thing wasn't just tight on her, she was overflowing it. I couldn't help but grow erect.

"I'll prove it to you!" she suddenly exclaimed, and, throwing off her bra, she jumped onto the bed and sat right down on my cock. It felt different than the night before.

"Unh," I grunted. "You're really tight all of a sudden!" I let out a breath of air when she suddenly started to rock back and forth on my rod.

"I..." she gasped, "noticed... that... too!" Her eyes bunched up and she began breathing extremely heavily at her sexual exertions. As she orgasmed, I suddenly saw it this time: how her breasts went from jiggling to bouncing with her motions. My eyes wide, I reached up and started kneading them as I had the night before. When she started to scream from her second orgasm, and I felt them start to stretch beneath my palms, I couldn't help but come with her, and this time felt something of my own; her pussy suddenly felt TIGHTER, and I felt my shaft sink even DEEPER into her. I was growing, too! But I was too distracted by Diane. As she came a third and fourth time, her breasts went from being big to being huge, and, instead of bouncing with her movements, they started to swing.

Her rocking movements slowed, partly because she could feel my cock getting soft, partly due to her own exhaustion, I could tell. As she slowly leaned forward into my arms, she looked at me with a small smile on her beautiful face.

"See?" she asked softly. "I was right." And, with that, we drifted off to sleep again.

***

I woke up sometime around noon, having no morning classes, and she was gone. There was a note on the counter, though. "Had a 10:30, had to borrow one of your shirts, sorry. See you this afternoon! Love Di"

Still in shock, I ate a bowl of cereal, not even dressed. As I stumbled into the bathroom to take a shower, I caught myself in the mirror.

"Holy cow," I thought, "it IS bigger." My dick seemed to be hanging down a few more inches than it previously had, bouncing around with ever step I took.

"Man," I thought. "Every time I come in her, my dick gets bigger, and every time I make her come, her tits get bigger? AND SHE'S COMING BACK OVER?" The thought of my girlfriend with enormous breasts made me instantly hard. And boy, was I hard. I could fit two hands around it. It had to be about 10 inches long.

Getting into the shower, I tried to ignore my raging erection, but it was nearly impossible. It seemed that the bigger it got the harder it was to make it go away. If I had only known.

I tried to push all thoughts of Diane from my head so that I wouldn't be forced to jack myself off when I heard the bathroom door open.

"Hello?" I said, hoping that it was Diane. Once again, I wasn't disappointed.

Her small hand appeared around the edge of the shower curtain, and she pulled it open enough to slip through, clothes and all. I was amazed at how she looked. I had figured she had taken one of my t-shirts, but she had gone with another button-up. Well, more like half-buttoned; she had managed to get all but the top three done.

"Hey," she said, a sly look on her face. "Let's see if we can ruin this shirt." She pushed me down until I was pretty much sitting in the tub, and I got a bird's eye view of cleavage canyon. With one hand she "held me down," and with the other she pushed her now-soaked jeans and panties off. She grinned at my erection.

"Oh, yes, we're a big boy now. But you'll be bigger before your next class." Then she slowly lowered herself onto my cock. It was way tighter than I remembered, and I could tell by the look on her face that she was surprised, too.

"Is it too much?" I asked, but she got a devilish smile.

"It can never be too much!" she said with relish.

I couldn't complain. She was so tight I felt like I was going to shoot right then and there, and I could tell that it was so tight she was about to go, too. It was a matter of moments before she came for the first time. I tried to hold off, but I couldn't, and I came, too. I watched, eyes wide open, as my shirt got even tighter on her, breast flesh bulging under the widening spaces between buttons. Somewhat disappointed, I started to pull out of her, but Diane pushed herself back against me, shaking her head.

"I said we're wrecking this shirt!" she nearly yelled, and, surprised both at her and my dick, I felt myself get hard again. She pushed herself against me harder, and I heard her grunt and groan loudly as she orgasmed yet again. Her efforts were rewarded with a button popping and some skin spilling out of the shirt. Suddenly AGAIN she came, and the shirt was ruined as a fifth button gave up, opening up enough of the shirt for her breasts to completely come free. As her hands came up to grab them, I lost myself a second time and felt her get even tighter.

This time I was sure that we were done, but, as I was pulling out, she jerked down and grabbed the base of my cock (which was a lot thicker than I remembered, too) and started pushing me back inside of her.

"I don't want to hurt you!" I said, but she was shaking her head again.

"No! More! I need more!" And I felt that I could give it as I felt myself get hard a third time. This cycle went on for at least an hour. I'll spare you the fine details, but, by the end of it, I came about three more times (each time miraculously getting hard again), and Diane came a whopping ten more times. By the end of it, her boobs were mashed between us as we convulsed and moaned together until finally she just fell asleep.

Tentatively I lifted her up and out of the bathtub and toweled her off. I then carried her to the bed and laid her to sleep. I don't know how big they were, but in the space of about an hour they had seemed to grow from a G-cup to bigger than volleyballs. Glancing at the clock, I saw that I had class in half an hour, and jumped into some boxers-briefs. That was where I stopped. I looked like a pair of socks were hiding in my boxers.

"Holy cow," I whispered. "How much did I grow?" Slipping back out of them, I was amazed to see what appeared to be my penis flop out. It hung more than half the way down my thigh. I was scared to get a boner (I didn't know if I could make it go away), but I couldn't help it. As I watched it slowly puff up, higher and higher, I distantly wondered where all the blood was coming from.

Finally it stopped, and, resisting the urge to masturbate wildly, I looked for something to measure it against, before realizing that if I sat down and put my elbow at my penis' base, it was pretty much the length of my forearm, with its head almost reaching the knuckles of my clenched fist. I was stupified. Stroking it with my hands, I couldn't even imagine what it was like for Diane to have that monster inside of her. Then another hand touched it.

I looked up to see Diane's face gazing at my member in wonder. I thought quickly. "No. No no. We can't have sex."

"Don't worry," Diane breathed, leaning in so that her massive bust was pushing against the base of my cock. "I wouldn't want you to miss school. Just a little present to remind you to come back." And with that, she started sucking on the head of my penis. Unsurprisingly, she couldn't fit the whole thing into her mouth, but she sure made it interesting. Sucking, then licking, and moving her tongue all over it, it was little wonder that I came within minutes. In a surprise move, Diane didn't spit out my come, but swallowed all of it (and there was a pretty good amount considering how much sex I had just had). My balls tingled in pleasure.

Diane swallowed a final time, then ran her tongue along her teeth and grinned at me. "There. Now you're ready."

I didn't feel ready. How was I supposed to go to class with what looked like, well, a giant cock in my pants? Let alone school, how about work? School I could sit and hide it. Work I was a cook. That involves lots of standing and moving around.

With these thoughts in my head, I stuffed my cock back into my boxers (did it feel tighter? No, now I was just being paranoid. I had been watching it, and there had been no growth from the BJ), and pulled on my jeans. It stuck way out. I couldn't imagine it being more obvious. Well, I guess it would have to do. If any of my friends asked, I guessed I could show them, and anyone else wouldn't really matter, now would they?

Turning back around, I saw that Diane had found one of my old shirts. Normally too big for me, when she put it on it didn't cover her stomach. Her boobs pulled too much of it up. She had also put her panties back on (by now dry), and was attempting to pull on her jeans, but they seemed too small. She couldn't get them over her hips. Maybe something else was going on. Glancing at the clock, I saw that I didn't have time to stick around, though, and had to dash off to school. I hoped that everything would be okay. I didn't even consider what would happen when I got back.

***

At this point, I can't really remember what those few hours at school were like. I think I got a number of weird stares, but that was it. Maybe people thought it was some stupid joke or something, I don't really know. But I couldn't get Diane off of my mind. It was like some addiction. I knew it could only lead somewhere bad, but I had to have more sex. And maybe a few more blowjobs, since the last one had seemed to go so well. By the end of the block period I had completely forgotten about work. I drove straight home.

I had turned the handle to the door when it was suddenly jerked out of my grasp. A wild hand grabbed me by the groin and pulled me inside. Before I knew it, my pants were on the ground and Diane's mouth was on my cock again.

"Did you even go to class?" I asked, amazed.

She nodded, which gave me a strange feeling, and then pulled herself away for enough time to gasp out "Couldn't concentrate, craved your cum!" before diving back at me. I was amazed, but hardly surprised; I had craved the exact opposite. I noted that she had given up on the jeans, and must have driven to her apartment to pick up some of those workout sweatpants (I don't think she owns the other kind) before class. I couldn't tell from that angle, but her butt did seem a little bigger...

And then, I was coming right into her mouth. A lot. She sucked down every drop while I felt my balls tingle again. My balls... I reached down and felt them, just as they finished their own growth. They seemed to be double or even triple their usual (although not so usual any more) size, now about the size of pingpong balls.

"Oh no," I breathed, and then heard Diane moaning. I looked over only to see her eyes rolled up in the back of her head, her hands kneading her butt through the now tight sweatpants. "Oh no," I said, more firmly.

So when we had sex, her tits grew, and my dick grew, and when she blew me, my balls grew, and her ass grew? And there had been loads of semen in that last one. It had felt like a cup, at least. Was it my newer, more productive balls?

Diane was on my dick again, making little mewing noises as she sucked and licked.

"No!" I said, and tried to push her away.

"Yes!" she said right back. "I need it, Patrick! I love it, and I need it, and I want to be even bigger! And after a few more of these, more SEX!"

It was even harder to resist coming this time, and I came again, what felt like buckets. I actually saw her stomach start to distend a little.

"Oh no," I moaned, all while feeling the best pleasure ever. And it was even better, not only knowing the next would be the best yet, but each time would push us a little further past probability, past the point of being useful. That was all the more exciting.

For each mouthful that Diane swallowed, I felt my testicles swell a little bit more, and I knew that, if the rate of semen was to continue, it would only be an exponential growth. By now they were the size of pool balls, by the end of the next time... I was distracted from my already somewhat clouded musings from the sound of threads creaking. Diane's sweatpants were reaching their limit, trying to contain her now huge (and growing) asset. And Diane didn't slow down. Come to think of it, I didn't, either. My boner didn't even start going limp this time. However, Diane was thinking (somehow) and started to lead me away from the front door where we had stood for two full blowjobs now. Her mouth never leaving the top of my dick, we slowly made our way to the couch. I thought it was odd how my balls kept slapping against my knees, but I was in for a surprise when I almost sat down on them. They were hanging a lot lower than they ever had before.

And I came again.

The scientific part of me wanted to measure how much I was coming each time, to test the growth and see how much it affected both of us, but the other side didn't care. I had a foot and a half long penis, giant sperm-producing testicles, a girlfriend with the biggest natural breasts on a thin woman I had ever seen, a giant, sexy backside, and all four of these could get even bigger and better, and would, soon. And I was in ecstasy.

With my balls now propped up onto the couch, I could see them piling up underneath my shaft. They were getting big. But what was getting really huge was Diane's ass. Before her measurements had been 30-24-34, just about perfect in the world's eyes, but now her breasts were huge, and her ass must have been a 60, at least. The sweatpants were pulling apart at the seams, revealing more flesh than ever before, her panties visibly strained underneath them, pantylines everywhere.

In fact, the measurement on her waist was probably different, now, too, as I saw her stomach puff out more from all of the cum she was swallowing. She had a little pot belly going, and it looked like it was already taking a toll, little love handles forming over her waistline.

"One more!" she mumbled, and was sucking at me again. I couldn't do anything but grab onto the seat cushions and give in. I squeezed my eyes shut from the pleasure/pain mixed with any sexual act, and was startled when I felt a hand grab onto my testicles and start to slowly massage them.

With a final "Oh no!" I came again, this time for more than a minute, pumping everything I had into Diane's waiting mouth. But, in this instance, it was different; when I normally came it went in spurts, but this was more of a constant, like a faucet or hose. No sooner had I started than her sweatpants gave way, and her extremely tight panties soon followed. My balls steadily swelled, filling in my lap, as Diane's posterier grew and grew and grew, until it looked like she had the butt of a 300-pound woman.

On second thought, not just the butt.

As I watched, her stomach grew bigger and bigger, more full from my cum than anything else. And so did the rest of her, acting as if she was eating like this for weeks. Those love handles grew thicker and fatter, forming a spare tire. Her skinny arms grew softer and thicker. Even her face filled out as I watched.

Finally I was spent, and she stood up and did a little spin to see all of her assets. My cantaloupe balls and her three-foot-wide hips.

"What do you think, Patrick? Need anything to fix it up?" in

Part Two

"Holy cow," I cursed under my breath. Diane was simply...massive. Astounding. She backed up a few steps so I could get a better view, her now fat thighs rubbing against each other and her belly jggling like, well, a bowl full of jelly. My eyes took all of her in.

Her once petite frame had filled out significantly - her cheeks were a little puffed out, a double chin was evident, her upper arms (which were pushed out a bit to the side) had fleshed out and began to form a little nook for her elbows. Her breasts, massive as ever, now looked somehow appropriate on her larger body - fleshy, massive teardrop-shaped bowling balls capped with a large nipple. They were pushed apart by a sizeable belly, I noticed. A smaller upper belly ridge rested underneath her massive mammaries and atop a large belly just starting to form a apron resting on her thighs.

And what thighs! Diane must have stood three feet wide at the hips now. A huge spare tire rested upon her fat saddlebags, which themselves jutted out farther than the spare tire. A hint of a shelf-like ass could be seen from my frontal view. Her thunderous thighs tapered slightly to some deep pockets where her knees rested - her thighs touching the entire way down. Plump calves came down upon dainty looking feet, with a hint of a roll forming at the ankles.

"I can see that you like the new me," Diane quipped with a half-smile. She lifted her arms straight out, her new Oprah Winfreys jiggling, and twirled around. Well, maybe twirled is too strong a word - with her new mass and thick thighs, it was more of a circular shuffle. Diane's fat wobbled mesmerizingly as she turned, her backside coming into view. Her ass was a sight to behold! It was like two beach balls filled with Jell-O! It formed a shelf that met her lower back and protruded at least eight inches away and flared a foot-and-a-half from her asscrack. Her round booty curved gently into her equally-wide thighs.

I couldn't help myself as I started to get another hard-on. By the time Diane finished her twirl - with me admiring her profile all the while - I was fully hard again. 14 inches of cock sticking up from my sitting body, nearly level with my chest.

"Looks like somebody is ready to go again but I think you've had enough blowjobs for now - it's my turn. Plus, my boobs are a little too small for this new body of mine," she said as she hefted a breast in each hand, "Let's go to the bedroom, where we can do this properly. I don't think I'd be able to straddle you on the couch anymore." I nearly came then and there watching her.

She turned and began walking to the bedroom with the floorboards creaking underneath. I quickly got up and followed her, my huge balls slapping lightly against my thighs and my cock jutting proudly out towards her ass. She went through the bedroom door and giggled as her hips gently brushed the doorframe.

"Heehee! We're going to have to get a bigger place soon."

I was so mesmerized by the spectacle of her ass that I didn't catch her meaning as I followed her into the room.

"Now, lay down on the bed." I did so promptly.

Diane walked to the foot of the bed, with me craning my head forward to watch. With difficulty she lifted her right knee on to the bed, then the left, propped up on all fours over my calves. Her breasts rested lightly on my knees.

"Oof," she grunted, "this is going to take a little getting used to."

Her breasts obscured the view of her belly, but her hips flared out seductively. She began to crawl towards my head. Her nipples brushed my thighs then my balls and then the base of my cock as she worked her way up.

"Man, you've gotten huge," she whispered as she continued crawling. Finally, we came face to face.

"Hi handsome." I couldn't say anything. She leaned forward and kissed me. I could feel her massive breasts press into my chest and her belly rest and then overflow my own. Her thighs caressed my cock. Diane began to shift herself so that she could take me in. Even with her legs spread out over my own, the upper parts of her thighs still touched. Diane was forced to spread her knees even further out, causing her weight to press into me some more. It was great.

She reached under her apron to grab the head of my cock and directed me into her waiting sex. She was so wet that I slid right in, despite my improved girth. She pressed herself down quickly on my cock and let out a little gasp. With one thrust she took me in completely.

The feeling of being pressed into all that soft flesh was nearly indescribable! I instinctively grabbed her hips and pressed my hands into her fat and squeezed gently. I began thrusting as Diane worked herself on my pole, her fat body gliding against my own. I could see the shelf of her ass flow back and forth with our rhythmic thrusting. It wasn't long before I came again. Diane came shortly after.

Caught in the throes of our passion, we kept going. I wasn't finished yet and neither was she. I felt myself lengthen inside of her and felt her breasts press into my chest even more as they swelled. Diane gasped again and I could tell that she came a second time.

We made love for what seemed like hours but was probably only minutes. Diane came again as I approached another climax. I thrusted even harder and lifted my hips into hers and clutched at her lovehandles. I came explosively inside her as she sat back against my legs, with me relishing her newfound glory. Her flab was bouncing wildly and her breasts were swelling noticeably. What were once bowling balls had to be at least volleyballs, perhaps even basketballs, and growing. She came again as I grew even larger inside her. I was coming down from my high.

With my hands free and my body temporarily sated, I began to explore my lover's body. Diane looked down at me from above, her hair cascading down her shoulders, and smiled. Her breasts continued to swell slowly, finishing up their latest expansion. My hands caressed her large belly tentatively, exploring where it began to fold over her hips and under where it rested upon me.

I worked my two hands up and around its mass and began to brush lightly against her breasts. I lifted them awkwardly and was surprised at their weight. Each breast had to be 15 pounds at least. As I let them rest gently back on to her belly I lightly pinched her thumb-sized nipples. Diane let out a small gasp. I moved my hands up her breasts towards her shoulders then under her arms. I traced the outline of her rolls as I gently moved my hands down her sides, working my way out to her impressive hips. I looked into her eyes and smiled dreamily.

Diane worked herself off of my flaccid cock and scooched down to the edge of the bed. Even flaccid, my cock rested on my stomach and reached my ribcage. I briefly wondered how much I'd grown.

"Wow, Patrick, that was something else. I still feel a little tingly," Diane said as she shivered, fat jiggling lightly. She ran her hands over her body. "Jeez, I got pretty big, didn't I?" she said as she looked up at me and smiled.

"I love it," I replied as I rolled myself off of the bed. My cock slapped heavily against my leg and my cantaloupe balls rested just above my knees. I walked somewhat bow-legged towards Diane. "Now THIS is going to take some getting used to!"

Diane watched my cock swing back and forth with a look of hunger in her eyes. Then her stomach growled.

"Man, am I ever hungry!" she exclaimed. "I guess I shouldn't be so surprised! Look at how big I got!"

"Ummm...you're okay with this...?" I stammered.

"Patrick, this is incredible. I've never felt so sexy in my life!" she went on."I've got these massive tits, womanly curves, a soft body and a booty. I'm definitely a pear-shaper though, eh?" Diane twisted her body to glance at her own ass. She grabbed it with both hands and shook. "These globes give my tits a run for their money! Patrick, I love it!"

Her self-explorations started to give me a semi. I needed to work out what happened so I quickly changed the direction of the conversation.

"So, how big do you think you got? I mean, how much do you figure you weigh?"

"I wonder, too," she said as she placed her index finger against her lips in a quizzical manner. "Let's go find out!" Diane bounded towards the bathroom.

I came into the bathroom to see her bending over to reach the scale. I started getting harder staring at that ass wiggling in the air. This wasn't working. I forced my mind to think other thoughts.

Diane got the scale out and stepped on to it. She didn't say anything.

"So, what does it say?" I asked.

"Ummm...I'm really not sure," said Diane slowly, "I can't see it." She lifted her belly with both hands and let it drop to slap her thighs, indicating to me that she can't see past her own belly. Her body still quivered as I walked toward the scale, head down. I got a little harder.

"Well, let's see...It says '23 lbs'. That can't be right..." I murmured.

"This scale only goes to 300 pounds, silly," said Diane, "I must be 323 pounds. Holy crap."

"I guess," I replied, "but we probably can't trust that number. I doubt it's overly accurate after the 300-pound limit is reached. We're going to have to get a bigger scale."

"...and some pizza. I'm STARVING," cut in Diane. Her stomach gurgled in agreement. I got even harder. Who knew I liked fat chicks?

Diane smiled wickedly as I stood upright. "Hey handsome." She wrapped her plump fingers around my hardening shaft. Well, as best she could. I was too big for her to grip all the way around. Diane shifted herself so that she could crouch in front of my manhood. My mind went frantic as I realized what she intended to do, but my body betrayed me as I became fully hard. I suddenly wondered how I could possibly still be hard after having sex twice and who-knows-how-many blowjobs in so short a time, but I quickly lost that thought as Diane wrapped her lips around my head. I shut my eyes in pleasure.

After some action, Diane tilted her head back and murmured "one sec..." I opened my eyes and looked down at Diane. Her ass flared outwards and her body jiggled as she fished something out of the nearby drawer.

"Ah ha! Here it is!" A fat arm hoisted a tape measure in triumph. "Let's see how big this sucker got!"

She placed one end at the base of my cock and stretched the tape measure along it's length.

"Wow! 17-1/2 inches! That's a monster!" Diane exclaimed as she licked her lips. She then wrapped the tape measure around the center of my shaft. "And nearly 9 inches around! Jeez!"

I was getting antsy as Diane was working my cock. She could tell.

"Okay okay, I'll get back to the BJ," she said with mock criticism. Stars went off in my head. I came almost immediately when Diane went back to sucking my cock. She barely got the head in her mouth as I came again.

And again and again. Ejaculate streamed from my slit into Diane's swelling cheeks as she struggled to swallow all the flow. Her belly began to swell noticeably as well and her ass grew even bigger in moments. I could feel my balls creep down my leg in their own growth spurt. Finally, my stream slowed down.

Weak in the knees, I stumbled and leaned against the wall, my softening cock popping out of Diane's mouth. She lost her own balance on her toes as she plopped down heavily on her ass. The medicine cabinet shook.

I must be unloading buckets now, I thought. If Diane was big before, she was massive now. Her ass was still spreading slowly across the floor when I first glanced at her. Everything about her was swelling larger - her thighs were spreading wider across the floor where she was sitting, her ass piling up behind her. Her belly was swollen and taught and filling up more and more of her lap as I watched. Her lovehandles grew to full-fledged rolls and her upper belly swelled under her massive breasts. Her double chin grew a little, too.

Diane opened her eyes with a dreamy look on her face as her growth slowed down to a stop. "Hey baby. I think I need some help getting up."

She reached her hands forward as I reached my own and we clasped hands. She struggled to get her legs under her and hefted until she was standing on her own. Our faces were red and Diane was panting heavily.

Part Three

Diane was truly a fat woman now. As she stood there catching her breath, I took a moment to examine her fatter body. Her upper arms were probably as big around as my calf, and sagged over her elbow, forming a little pocket. Her forearms were swollen and tapered down to plump hands. Her massive breasts jutted out prominently atop her belly, wobbling slightly with her heavy breathing.

Speaking of her belly, it was truly a sight to behold. Reaching out a good foot from her body and folding over to rest close to halfway down her thighs, the thing was massive. The skin was stretched taut from all the sperm she had swallowed, but it was slackening noticeably as her body processed it. The thick layer of fat began to sag with the gravity pulling on its substantial weight.

As big as her belly had become, though, her ass matched it, and more. Gigantic orbs streched out a foot behind her and most definitely one-and-a-half feet to either side. Her ass-shelf had grown substantially, and with her ass growing so quickly, formed a little bubble curling down into her lowerback. Two large backflab wings rested under her shoulder blades, probably big enough to fill EE cups on their own. Each of her thighs were big enough around to make two normal women. But there was nothing normal about Diane anymore.

I began to wonder what her measurements were now, and I reached down to grab the discarded tape measure. Diane understood and lifted her arms out so that I could measure her. I started with her ribcage. I lifted each heavy breast and placed the tape measure against the underside and proceeded to wrap it around her. Diane was still definitely a pear, but her upper body was still large on its own. I wasn't surprised to see the tape measure come to 48".

Next, I did the breasts themselves. It was a bit difficult to measure, as their tremendous weight caused them to sag, but fortunately (I think) they were propped up a bit on her belly. After wrapping it around her the tape measure read 61". Taking into account some saggage, I still figured Diane to be about an M or N cup; I told her so.

"An N cup? Really? Wow, that's huge," she exclaimed, "I wonder where we'd get a 48N bra? Hee hee."

Moving on to her waist, I began to stretch the tape measure around her newfound girth. It came to rest at 63".

"I'm over five feet around? Sexy."

Now for her hips. As I started around, Diane interrupted me.

"Honey, I think the tape measure is supposed to go around the belly apron, not under. You're supposed to measure the widest part of the hips, silly."

I restarted the measurements properly this time and began to worry that the 108" tape measure wasn't enough. I needn't worry because her hips were only 87". Ha. "Only."

"61-63-87, eh? N cup?" said Diane, "I'm a whole lotta woman! I'm getting back onto the scale."

Diane waddled her bulk towards the scale and stepped on. The scale groaned. I bent down and glanced at the scale even though I knew it couldn't possibly be accurate. I was right.

"It says 31 lbs," I said calmly, "I doubt you're only 8 lbs heavier."

"Ha ha!" Diane's belly quivered when she laughed "Yeah, I doubt that!"

"There's a scale in the weight room downstairs in this apartment building. It's a pretty heavy duty scale. It might do the trick," I offered.

"Order some pizza first - three...no wait, four extra large, one pepperoni, one ham and pineapple, and two, heh heh, meatlovers," said Diane, "and hurry, because I'm really, really hungry. I'm a growing girl, after all."

I threw on some boxer-briefs again, but this time some loose gym shorts instead of pants, and a loose t-shirt. With my massive balls and longer dick, it looked even more comical than before - it was like I was hiding my whole sock drawer in there compared to just a couple of socks. But, I was just running down a couple of flights of stairs and back up, so I figured it'd be okay.

Diane was proceeding naked down the hall. I noticed that her hips were coming close to brushing the hallway walls. Her ass was simply mesmerizing as she walked. She hung a right towards the kitchen and I heard her open some cupboards.

After struggling into my clothes I walked as best I could towards the kitchen. I could overhear Diane ordering pizza from 4-for-1 Pizza while munching on some chips.

"...Yeah, that's right, extra cheese. Oh! And some boneless wings! Oh, and a large caesar salad!..."

I smiled to myself as I let myself out of the apartment and made my way downstairs. I was hoping most of the other residents would still be at the university since it was the middle of the afternoon still. It'd be a pain to explain my "bulge". Walking down the stairs proved fairly difficult. I had to use both rails to steady myself. The extra weight I was carrying was throwing me off balance and it took a while for me to get used to it. I must have looked funny but fortunately no one else was in the stairwell. Unfortunately, someone was in the gym.

"Hi Patrick! How are you...holy crap! What the hell are you doing? Smuggling cantaloupes from the cafeteria?"

It was Callie, an old flame of mine from first year, as if things weren't awkward enough. We ended it mutually and we were still friendly to each other, but hardly close anymore. She was in the gym working off what she called her "Freshman 15," though it was probably double that. Dorm life changes people.

"Hi Callie...um, working out today?"

"Patrick, seriously, what the hell? Why does it look like you've stuffed a couple balls and a polish sausage in your shorts?" cut in Callie. "You look ridiculous." She had gotten off her eliptical machine and was walking towards me. She looked really small now I noticed, at least in comparison to Diane. Still, her thighs jiggled ever so slightly and my eyes locked onto them. And her tits, which were C-cups, if I remember correctly.

"Oh that?" I was thinking furiously, "uhh, that's just some hazing ritual for the Ultimate Frisbee team. Yeah. I'm a rookie, so, they made me stuff this crap in my pants and walk around all day. Please don't laugh, it's been embarrassing enough." Not bad, I thought to myself.

"Oh! Haha! Sucks to be you," she laughed. "Still, it's a little strange though..."

"Haha," I forced out. "Yeah, it is, but you know these things. 'Get the new guy' and all that. Ha ha."

"I guess...Well, I'm only half done my workout. I'd better get back to it," she said as she turned away and walked back to the machine.

I couldn't help but stare at her plumpish ass in the spandex yoga pants and I also couldn't help getting a hard-on. My libido must have been supercharged. Quickly, and hopefully before Callie noticed, I grabbed the scale, and booted it to the door.

I hollered a "See ya later, Callie!" as I exited the gym. I hoped she didn't see my boner.

I booked it down the hall and up the stairs as fast as my equipment would allow. I carried the scale so that it partially covered my crotch in case anybody happened to see me. Luckily, I made it back to the room without seeing anyone.

I went into my apartment and turned around to see Diane sitting in the loveseat (which looked more like a regular chair with her), naked, munching on some burritoes she must have heated up from my freezer. The chair was surrounded with various bags of chips and cookies and whatnot and the coffee table had a pitcher of iced tea and a 4-liter jug of milk, half empty, on it. My boner, which had been subsiding coming up the stairs, sprang back to attention, painfully constricting me in my shorts.

"Hi, loverbutt!" said Diane after swallowing a mouthful of food. "You won't believe how much I can eat now. I polished off that leftover bucket of KFC we had last night, by the way. Oh, and that McCain chocolate cake. I'm still hungry, too." She made a cute pouty face, then continued eating the burritos.

"Um, I got the scale," I said, after regaining my senses, "and the pizza dude will be here any minute."

"I sure hope so! Hey, what are you hiding there?" she grinned wickedly again. God, I can't resist that cute face. "Another hard-on? I must be sexier than I thought. Come here and let me take care of that for you."

I put down the scale and walked over to Diane. "I was going to say that we'll have to cover you up before he comes. You can't just be sitting here naked when he gets here."

"Why not?" she protested. "It's not like he'll see anything private. Well, except my nipples." She gestured to her belly resting on her lap. Even with it large enough to force her legs apart, her belly still hung low enough to hide her pussy. Her thighs also did their best to cover things up.

"I guess we could just cover you up with a blanket if the pizza guy comes," I offered. "I can't imagine it was easy maneuvering into the living room."

"It wasn't, but was it awesome!" Diane exclaimed. "Everything jiggled and rubbed against each other, and my breasts were pulling me forward, and my thighs were rubbing my crotch - it was once of the most erotic experiences I've ever had! I can't believe anyone would want to be skinny! I can't believe I was so skinny! Being so fat is just so damn sexy! Now come here and let me at you. You know I'm never full until I've had you."

Diane leaned her bulk forward and grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled me towards her. She quickly yanked down my shorts and boxers and began her ministrations with an unexpected fervor. I was in heaven.

I leaned my head back and tensed my body as I felt my climax near. Diane was doing an excellent job of fitting me in her mouth - she must have had seven inches of my fat cock inside. That was the last thought I registered before I blew my load.

***

I woke up in a bit of a daze.

"Patrick? Patrick?"

I heard a ringing in my ears as I sat up. For some reason I was on the floor.

"Patrick, I think the pizza guy is here!"

*Ding dong*

Pizza-what?

"Patrick, get up and buzz the pizza guy in, then cover yourself up and get me the blanket off the couch. Hurry!"

The memories came flooding back. The scale, the blowjob, the mindblowing orgasm, the massive form of my girlfriend expanding...

"Diane? Is that you?" I stammered.

"Of course it's me, silly. Now get the buzzer," Diane said.

I quickly got up and buzzed-in the pizza guy, absentmindly noticing that my balls felt even heavier. I pulled up my shorts and got my wallet. I then grabbed a blanket and took it to Diane, who was still sitting on the couch.

She had definately grown again. Her belly hung closer to the floor and her hips pressed up against the sides of the loveseat, which didn't look too happy supporting all that weight. Her spare tire formed a large ridge before coming back to her core. Her breasts seemed to be pushed even closer to her face and her arms were now as big around as my thigh, if not bigger. Her neck had begun to disappear into her chin.

"That was a pretty good one, hey? I think we're going to have to weigh me and measure me again," she said, "after supper, of course."

There was a knock at the door and I quickly covered up Diane's body with the blanket. I paid the pizza guy and tipped him and quickly shut the door. I carried the 8 extra larges, two 2-liters of Coke, the family sized caesar salad, boneless wings, and bag of breadsticks to the coffee table.

"8 extra larges?? I thought you wanted four," I remarked.

"I figured I'd be hungrier than that. I'm a growing girl," replied Diane as she patted her belly, sending little shockwaves across her body. "Now let's dig in."

And dig in she did.

After I had my fill and watched Diane finish off her second extra large meatlovers, I set up the scale and went to the bathroom to get the tape measure. I took off my constricting shorts while in the bedroom, and walked bowlegged back to the living room.

"Jeez, I'm full," said Diane as she leaned back on the loveseat, itself creaking ominously, "and I only ate two-and-a-half extra larges. I guess I really overestimated how much this fat sexy body of mine could eat. It's not like I had any experience beforehand."

Even with her leaning back with her fat legs streched out before her, Diane's belly still rested more than halfway to her knees, its great quivering mass bulging out in front of her. Her basketball-sized breasts were spread out and resting against the armrests of the loveseat and her fat arms were resting along the top of the chair. Her chin jiggled as she spoke.

Diane absently grabbed either side of her belly and shook it side to side. Waves of fat rocked from one side of her massive gut to the other. She then pressed both hands into her fat and watched them sink several inches in. She reached as best she could to her apron and lifted it up. Her belly formed into a large doughy ball. "Goddamn I'm huge" I thought I heard her murmur. Dropping it down and watching it quiver, she whispered, "Wow."

"Help me up," she continued. "I've been dying to see how much I weigh."

I helped Diane up as best as I could. After a couple of rocks, we had her up on her feet and waddling to the scale. She was glorious.

Her 5'7" frame had a billowing roll of fat and a belly apron that rested against some truly monumental thighs that quivered almost incessantly as she walked. Her ass globes stretched from her mid-back to mid-thigh and curved seductively like a crescent moon. Her pear shape was even more pronounced with her flaring hips and big saddlebags. Her breasts dominated her chest, and they would have rested over her bellybutton had it still been where it was 24 hours ago. I just shook my head as that realization hit me.

"Well, Patrick, what does it say?" demanded Diane.

I snapped out of my reverie and looked at the digital readout.

"427, it says," I said. I was amazed.

"That's it? That's not so much! No wonder I could only eat two and a half pizzas!" exclaimed Diane. She turned around and stepped off the scale, her whole body quaking with the action, and grabbed my limp cock. She began playing with it as she worked her bulk into a kneeling position. I was getting very hard, very quickly and my eyes started to roll back in my head as the pleasure mounted. It wasn't fully hard before I came the first time. It was smaller than the previous two times, but that was probably due to the fact that the action happened so quickly. Diane didn't stop sucking even as I felt her belly press harder into my shins. This just turned me on more and it wasn't long before I came a second time, this time like a firehose.

"I'm coming!" I yelled. Of course, Diane knew that. She was busy doing her best to swallow all that sperm. "I'm coming!" I said again. Diane, like earlier before this afternoon, sucked down every drop. It seemed so long ago now. Diane was now a massive sex goddess with huge tits, amazing ass and an insatiable libido. I collasped down on the couch like a worn out sack of potatoes.

Diane, her belly swelling so much that it was resting on the ground where she was kneeling, shuffled on her knees and attacked my groin again with her mouth. Fingering my soccer-ball sized balls and shifting her tits so that they rested on my lap, she quickly got me hard again. The combined titjob and blowjob made me come again. Twice. Diane sucked it all down. Twice.

"Patrick, you are so damn hot. I want you right now. Take me," she said in a husky voice as she leaned back. She twisted around onto all fours and stuck her fat massive ass in the air and exposed her pussy for me. Her still-growing belly was resting against the ground and slowing spreading outwards. Her massive ass and thighs formed a deep crevice to her sex, but with my still hard 17-1/2 inch penis, it did not matter. I made love to her from behind as her ass continued to grow bigger from the last series of blowjobs. Diane seemed to be orgasming in waves.

After the fourth or fifth orgasm (I lost count), Diane turned around on to that massive ass of hers and shoved my expanding cock into her mouth. She sucked hard while making little mewing noises. As she sucked and licked and caressed my cock, I could feel yet another massive orgasm coming.

'Oh, Patrick! I want it!" screamed Diane.

"No, Diane, this is not right...we'll get too big..." I mumbled through the haze in my mind.

I shut up as she continued blowing me out of my mind, her lips barely covering my massive head. I came fiercely into her mouth with a constant stream of sperm. In the back of my mind I wondered how I could still be producing so much.

Diane struggled to contain the firehouse that was my cock and did an amazing job of swallowing what must have been quarts of semen. Her fat growth, which wasn't finished from the last round, accelerated. Her belly, even though I was nearly two feet away from her, began pushing at my own legs. Her ass was growing and spreading out wider than the couch. Her growing tits nearly reached the ground.

"Diane, this is getting crazy..."

"Shut up and make love to me! NOW!" She leaned back onto her back and spread her gargantuan legs apart. Her belly flopped down in front of her pussy and I had to lift and push it up and out of the way to get access. I was driven in my need to make love to her with what had to be a 24" boner. With her backfat and gigantic rear, her pussy was propped up enough that I could nearly make love to her while kneeling. Leaning into the rapidly growing belly, and doing my best to get on top of her, I guided my cock into her waiting pussy.

With me spooning her belly with my body, and my body contorted so that my two-foot schlong was still inside her, I began to thrust. My hands, with my arms stretched as wide as they could go, barely touched the ground on either side of her body. My arm was ringed by a massive thigh below, a quivering boob above and a growing belly on the side. I was losing the battle for space as she continued to expand beneath me. I came again, and, judging by the increased jiggling of fat and the dreamy look on Diane's face, so did she. I didn't stop. I couldn't stop, even as my arms were lifted off the ground and Diane's belly pushed me farther and farther away. I came again. I could no longer see Diane's face as her fat growth slowed down to a crawl when I came a third time. With my increased length and the stoppage of growth on Diane's part, it wasn't difficult to build up to a fourth climax. And a fifth. I couldn't really tell, but I think Diane came a few more times herself. It turns out later it was a few dozen times.

Time seemed to slowdown. In the sexual haze we were in, I think we lifted Diane back up to a sitting position, her great belly spreading across the floor and covering most of her legs, her massive growing breasts resting on either side of her, even with her increased girth, with her fat sausage-sized nipples begging to be sucked. I crawled on her mass and did suck, while she found my penis and did the same. I think she came again a few more times, and so did I. I think we made love again, but I can't be sure. My balls were hurting. My cock was sore. But still we kept going. Diane was sucking what had to be six foot erection while I straddled her belly and played with her coke-can nipples, my balls resting against her beanbag-sized breasts. I came one last time. Massively.

Then I passed out.

***

I woke up in a daze, my clouded mind only beset by the strange feelings all around me. I was on the floor. As I stood up, I almost fell forward from the momentum something in my pockets gave me. No, wait, I was naked.

I looked down and realized that my balls were the forward momentum. They were the size of... I don't even know. Globes. Globes you find in a second grade classroom. More than a foot wide, each. I would either have to walk extremely bowlegged for the rest of my life, or push them out front and lean way back. I tried this, but tripped and fell on my balls. What did I trip on? It was connected to... wow. It was my penis. The thing hung to the ground, thicker than my arm. It was at least four feet long, and it wasn't even erect. What the fuck did we do? Exasperated, I leaned against the wall. It was much softer than expected...

"Hey, gorgeous."

"Diane?" I called out. "Is this you?" There was a giggle.

"Yep! It's all me, baby."

"Which part?" I asked.

"You'll have to find out!" Confused and somewhat frightened, I don't know what came over me, but I got a hardon. The biggest one ever. Slowly, majestically, my penis stretched out before me, finally coming to rest at seven feet. I don't know how my pelvis supported it. Overwhelmed by the pleasure a mere erection gave me, I fell backwards, and my throbbing dick brushed up against the warm flesh of my girlfriend. That was too much. I came buckets all over both of us, semen gushing out like a firehose.

"Oh, no," I heard Diane call. "Don't waste it!" And then I saw, at the end of that enormous piece of human, a giant knee, and then a very, very fat calf, and finally a dainty foot. That was her butt cheek. Walking around it (holding my organs), I made my way to the front of my girlfriend. She was so amazingly... fat. And I loved it.

She was lying on her front atop her giant belly, itself spreading out for feet on the side of her that I could see. Resting beside it, no, nearly overreaching it were her breasts, behemoth things, her nipples wider and longer than possible, streched out to her sides, with their mass propping up her upper body. Even while laying down, her ass nearly reached eyelevel in height. I continued my slow trek to the front of my girlfriend.

Her arms, which were themselves wider than me, were crossed so that her hands overlapped atop what was presumably breastflesh. What looked like a chin overflowed the back of her hand. And, above it all, sat her happy little face.

"What happened?" I asked. She grinned back. "Oh, I THOUGHT you sort of blacked out! The fun we had! I can't count the number of times either of us came. But we came a lot!"

"And... you like it?" I stammered, incredulous.

"Well," she responded, curiousity on her now wide face. "Don't you?"

I looked around. My living room was in shambles. The couch was apparently crushed. The carpet was covered in my bodily fluids, my own penis resting in some of it. My girlfriend was probably the fattest person alive, or at least had the best measurements ever imagined. And I realized... that I wanted more.

"Are you ready for round 2?" I asked back. And Diane opened her mouth wide. "I was getting hungry, anyway," she said.

Part Four

We had a big problem on our hands.

Just two days ago I had sex with my girlfriend, Diane, for the first time. I couldn't get my head around how quickly things spiralled out of control. I almost wished it was the usual things that a young couple faced - emotional betrayal, false signals, confusion, pregnancy. I hope Diane isn't pregnant on top of it all...

No, we were faced with a much bigger problem - literally.

Diane was lying front down in the middle of the living room floor of my small apartment. She took up most of it. Her monumental belly spread about ten feet across, and from her feet to her breasts. The massive thing propped up her torso nearly 3 feet in the air. The top of her ass stood another three feet higher. The two gargantuan cellulite-pocked globes arced from their peak down to her hips four-and-a-half feet to either side of her. A ridge from her fat ass rested on what I thought was her mid-back.

Her ass met up with redwood thighs, pushing apart her legs at what I guessed was a 45 degree angle. Even so, her thighs still touched nearly to her knees. As her legs tapered down to her calves, the underside of what had to be her belly apron came into view. Her dainty feet were resting on it, near it's edge.

Her breasts were absolutely massive. I was not sure how to describe them, but they spread out nearly ten feet on their own and were capped with cola bottle-sized nipples. They propped up Diane's upper body, including her arms (which was the only part she could move - with great difficulty) and her happy little face. She was smiling at me.

"I'm hungry again, Patrick," she said.

I sighed. "I've already fed you the last of the eighth extra large pizza. I really don't have any more food to give you."

"But I'm STARVING!" she complained.

Her stomach gurgled after that. The deep rumble shook the glasses in my cupboard slightly.

"Diane, we have to think!"

"But can't you go out and get more food?" she whined.

This leads me in to my second big problem. Me. Or, more specifically, my cock and balls. I was sporting a four foot penis as big around as my leg while flaccid, which grew to an astounding seven feet while erect. The thing was resting on the ground in front of me at the moment.

Of course, what giant penis would be complete without giant balls? The best I could relate them to was globes from a typical elementary school classroom. I ran my hand through my hair in frustration.

"Diane, I can't just waltz out of here with my dick over my shoulder and go to the local grocery store and say 'Hey there! I need 200 frozen pizzas!'"

Diane's face looked hurt. "I'm sorry Patrick. I'm sorry! I'm just so hungry it hurts. *sniffle*"

Okay. I've got to get a hold of myself. I walked over to Diane's head and crouched beside her. Propped up as she was on her fat tits, we were looking each other in the eye.

"Look Diane, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped like that," I apologized. "I just wish I knew what was going on. People just don't grow huge tits and huge dicks all of the sudden."

"*sniffle* Yeah, it is strange." She sounded a little off kilter, but I chalked it up to being 2000 pounds and ten feet wide. I leaned forward between her cleavage and kissed her on the lips.

"I will see what I can do about food. I could probably get some more delivered," I suggested, "It's just a matter of getting the food through the door without the delivery guy seeing us. Too bad we weren't in the bedroom."

"I wouldn't fit in the bedroom Patrick," Diane pointed out.

"Good point."

"I am really, really hungry Patrick," she said again, "I wasn't kidding. It's starting to hurt."

"There isn't any food left..." I started.

"Patrick, there is one thing you can do..." She looked up at me suggestively.

It finally dawned on me what she was suggesting. "Wha?! NO! We can't do that again!" Diane wanted to give me a blowjob. As weird as it sounds, when she gives me a blowjob, she gets fatter and my balls grow bigger. When she and I have sex and climax, her boobs get bigger and my dick gets longer and thicker. It's how we got into this predicament in the first place.

"Why not Patrick? It's not like it'll make a difference anyway. I'm already too fat to move," she continued, "Beside, after swallowing your load, I feel completely sated and full. I need it because right now I can't think of anything besides how hungry I am."

She had a point. What difference would another couple of hundred pounds make when she was already a ton? Plus, I needed her to think and help me figure this out and she was no help to me complaining about being hungry all the time. Just thinking about another blowjob started to give me an erection. I made up my mind.

"Fine. I'll do it," I said, "but you agree to help me figure this out after?"

She nodded her head in agreement, her chin jiggling uncontrollably. Her eyes lit up in anticipation.

I backed away as my penis stiffened. Pointing the grapefruit-sized head towards Diane's waiting mouth, I began stroking what cock I could reach with my hands. Even with both hands I couldn't get my fingers wrapped around it. Diane was having difficulty, too, trying to maneuver her fat arms to guide my cockhead into her mouth. It didn't fit, but she licked and sucked what she could while her hands played with what she could reach. I was incredibly sensitive.

Giving in to the pleasure, I began to build towards a climax. I briefly wondered how much semen my new enlarged balls could produce before I came.

The force of me blowing my load snapped me back to reality. I braced myself against the flow. Diane was swallowing like a madwoman, trying desperately to take it all in. Both pudgy hands were gripped around my glans and her mouth was sealed over the slit of my cock. I was in ecstasy and didn't notice the knock at my apartment door...

"Patrick? It's me, Callie. I was wondering if... Oh. My." Callie had opened the door and had begun to step in when she stopped in her tracks.

Shocked, I fell backwards and my cock came free of Diane's grasp, still cumming. A large gob of cum landed on Callie and the surrounding area before I finished.

She shrieked, slammed the door and left.

"Oh no."

***

I was pacing back and forth as well as my cock would allow. Why the hell didn't I lock the door after the pizza guy came? Why did I have to fall backwards? Why did Callie have to come in at exactly that time? Why is any of this happening?

"Patrick, calm down," pleaded Diane.

She was bigger than ever. Even with only half a load, she grew significantly. It seems whatever power is causing us to grow was increasing in potency. I wish I knew what it was.

Diane was probably another six inches higher off the ground, and two feet wider. Her left side had begun to press up against the wall on my apartment. Her ass had swollen even larger atop her belly apron, which itself was inching closer to the door. Another two feet and the door would be blocked shut by her fat.

I couldn't calm down. I wondered what the hell Callie was going to do. What she going to call the cops? The hospital? The Weekly World News? I was just too worked up.

After cleaning up with some towels, I had moved furniture out of the way for Diane. Being pressed up against a TV and CD collection wasn't comfortable, especially when your fat nearly wraps all the way around it. Luckily, I have a pretty sparse apartment. Even so, it was obvious there wasn't much room left for Diane to grow. This was definitely the last time I was letting her blow me.

"Patrick, at least I'm not hungry now," continued Diane.

Whoopee.

I was about to say something when I heard a tentative knock at the door. I froze and stared at the door. The moment of truth has arrived. The door opened slowly...

"Patrick, it's me, Callie," I heard a timid voice say. Callie stepped slowly through the door and shut it behind her. She looked...different. "I need to know what's going on. I promise not to scream."

Callie was different. Her hair was wet from a recent shower, but her face seemed...plumper. She was wearing a loose t-shirt and sweatpants so I couldn't be sure of what I suspected happened. Diane was trying unsuccessfully to turn her head towards the door. Even if her back fat allowed it, she wouldn't have been able to see past her massive ass anyway. I wondered what Callie was thinking, facing the rear end of an impossibly fat person.

"I don't know what's going on, but I think I deserve an explanation," Callie went on. "Something happened to me..."

Callie walked around Diane's bulk towards me, her eyes as large as dinner plates, staring. They were red and puffy from crying, as well.

"You must be Diane," offered Callie tentatively. "I'm Callie. Nice...nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too, Callie," Diane replied nervously.

"Please, sit down, Callie, and I'll tell you all about it," I said more calmly than I felt.

There was no point in beating around the bush, so I explained what had happened over the past two days while both Callie and Diane listened attentively.

"So that is where we stand," I finished. "I have no real idea what has happened to us." Diane nodded slowly.

"I see," started Callie, "this is all pretty hard to take in." Callie stood up and walked a few steps. Her ass jiggled enticingly. I quickly shoved that thought out of my mind - my girlfriend was in the room, for goodness sake!

"After you splattered me with your...um...I ran back to my room," said Callie. "It was all over me - in my hair, on my clothes, in my mouth - I tore off my clothes and jumped into the shower."

Callie turned towards us and lifted her shirt off.

Part Five

"That's when this happened," said Callie, standing there without a shirt on.

It wasn't just my imagination - she WAS fatter. Sizeable lovehandles rested above the drawstring of her sweatpants. A pot belly bulged from her midsection and her bra straps cut in to her sides. My dick tingled.

"I got fat," stated Callie, "Before, I was about 145...okay...155 lbs, but I weighed myself again. I weigh 192 lbs now. Look, even my ass got bigger."

Callie loosened her drawstring and bent over and pulled down her pants. Panties two sizes too small cut into her hips and were pushed downwards somewhat by her belly. Twirling in a circle, I could see her expanded rear jiggle and sway. It was quite a bit larger than when I saw it earlier in the gym. Her thighs were much bigger, too.

"Well, I think you look good," said Diane.

Shocked, I whipped my head around to Diane. Callie did the same. "What?!" we cried in unison.

"Well, she does," said Diane, "I know she was an old girlfriend of yours, Patrick. There's no need to act so shocked. I think Callie looks sexier."

It takes a lot out of a guy to hear your current girlfriend comment on the sexiness of your former. I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone more than ever.

Callie was the first to respond, "You're really taking this calmly. No one I know would be so calm after exploding to, like, 3000 pounds. Is there something you're hiding?"

"Well, I've always been a little jealous of your curves," said Diane. "There you were, with big C-cups and curvy hips getting bigger over the first semester. I watched you and Patrick with envy. After you broke up, it took me over a year to work up the courage to ask Patrick out. I was a skinny stick compared to you and just could not gain..."

My erection, which was getting still harder from the show Callie put on, seemed to have a mind of its own. Sitting on the couch like I was, my monster cock pointed out at a 45 degree angle, coming to rest inches from Callie's face. It was definitely a conversation stopper.

"S-sorry," I stammered.

Both girls just stared, awestruck. Maybe it was the increased pheromones in the room, or some more of the mysterious magic, but Callie's eyes glazed over and Diane licked her lips. She quivered trying to reach my cock and sent shockwaves rippling across her fat.

Callie, off in her own world, started rubbing her smooth hands up and down my shaft. It was pure bliss.

"Oh, Patrick, I missed this," Callie murmured. "I missed your cock. Goodness! It's so huge now."

She didn't seem herself, but I didn't care. All I wanted was more cockplay. Callie continued to stroke while she bent her neck forward to lick my cockhead. I slumped to the floor in pleasure, my huge balls coming within reach of Diane's plump hands. She didn't miss a beat and started rubbing them and licking them and playing with them. I was in heaven.

I came in Callie's waiting mouth. Her cheeks puffed out immediately and some of the sperm dribbled down her front. She swallowed the constant stream. Already the effects were showing; Callie's middle bulged out like she was 7 months pregnant and her hips and ass began to flare outwards, snapping her overworked panties.

Before I was done spewing, Callie removed her lips from my cock and moved my cockhead to her crotch. There was no way I could fit inside her but she rubbed my grapefruit-sized head against herself and worked herself to an orgasm. She managed to force the tip of my cock into her as I continued to ejaculate. The rubbing had sent me over the edge and I came inside her big time.

Finally, Callie popped off the end of my cock while I was still coming. Diane, seizing the opportunity, wrestled the fat cock into her hands and shoved the head into her mouth. She sucked off the remaining sperm and, with expert manipulation of my cock and balls, made me orgasm again. I couldn't resist her services despite my earlier promise. Diane swallowed it all.

We were all lying on the floor, panting and exhausted from the sexual escapades that just happened. I've never been in a threesome before.

I was on my back staring up at the ceiling. I felt my softening cock resting across my torso and over my shoulder, my glans somewhere a few feet behind my head. My ballsack was spread across my legs to my shins, the balls themselves off to either side of them. I craned my neck to see that they had grown substantially. They were like - I don't know - dinosaur eggs. Each ball started at my hip and reached my knee before ending. I doubted I could walk anymore.

Shifting my penis so I could at least sit up, I glanced at my surroundings. Diane had a blissful sleepy look on her face. She had grown again. The fat on her shoulders had begun to cover her head. Her arms had gotten so fat that it looked like her upper arms were giant pancakes. Her arms were draped on her boobs in front of her, Superman-style. I didn't think she could move them anymore.

Her boobs had shifted position. The fat from her belly had pushed them forward so that her tits splayed out before her. Her loaf-sized nipples weren't far from where I sat and I couldn't resist tweaking them a little. Diane quivered mightily with a sleepy grin on her face. Her humongous ass jiggled up in the air and waves of fat slapped into the wall. I think some plaster cracked.

Then I remembered Callie. Worried, I quickly scanned the room for her. I quickly caught sight of her - or what I assumed to be her...

She was lying prone on her back, knees up and legs facing me, in a puddle of my sperm. She seemed to be breathing; I could tell because her fat quivered and rose rhythmically.

Yes, fat. From the angle that I could see, Callie had gotten huge. Well, at least huge relative to a regular person.

Her ass cheeks stretched out three feet from end to end. Her large thighs touched despite angling out from her body. Her belly rested on them and behind them. I could see the underside of it reach up nearly on the level of the top of her bent knees.

"Oh, crud," I whispered.

I got my legs out from under my balls and got into a kneeling position. My balls were propped up against my thighs while my dick stretched out along the ground before me. It was longer than before. It nearly stretched out to where Callie was laying.

Diane seemed to have fallen asleep. I did my best not to wake her.

"Callie?" I whispered. "Callie?"

"Hmm-hmmmm?" I heard her moan. She might have been falling asleep herself. "Hey Pat..."

"Callie, get up. I'm so sorry for what happened. Get up," I pleaded.

"Oh Pat, you worry too much," murmured Callie sleepily. She worked herself into a sitting position.

Sitting diamond-legged, her new fat belly spilled into the space between her knees. Plump hands rested on the kneecaps. Her breasts didn't escape the growth - they were quite large, an E cup at least, though they were overshadowed by her belly. I was surprised at how large they had gotten - it must have been when she worked herself with my cock. My flaccid cock stirred with the thought.

"Oh! Why hello there, Mr. Penis!" Callie's eyes lit up as she tried to bend forward to grasp my cock. "Oof!" she grunted.

Her belly was getting in the way, much to her consternation. She shifted her new bulk so that she was on her hands and knees. Her fleshy belly and tits wobbled with the effort. I even noticed how the fat on her upper arms started to make a roll over her elbows. She had to be close to 300 pounds now.

She made a move to reach for my cock.

"Callie, NO!" I whispered harshly. "You're the only one with a modicum of normalcy here. We need you right now."

Was I the only one with any sense right now? Were all girls sex-craved vixens? Where were these girls when I was in high school?

She sat back, her now huge ass resting on her heels, hands on top of her thighs. She made a pouty face. Diane stirred but did not wake up. It was amazing how large she was.

So here we were, both kneeling and facing each other. Me with my cock and balls resting on the ground and stretching five feet in front of me, and Callie with her newfound belly and tits resting heavily on her fat thighs. Diane was snoring softly on my right. I couldn't believe it. I stared at my ex-girlfriend trying to come to terms with our situation.

"Okay, fine," Callie finally said, as she worked her way to a standing position. "What do you need me to do?"

Her fat body was still shaking from the effort of standing. I found it hard to concentrate.

Shaking my head clear, I told her, "We need you to order a ton of food to your apartment, get it, and bring it back here. Go to the grocery store if you need to. Take my credit card - my dad pays it off anyway and he can afford it."

"Will do, Captain Commander!" Callie gave a mock-salute then glanced wistfully at my dick. "See you soon, Mr. Penis."

I sighed. I remembered some of the reasons why we broke up.

Callie busied herself putting on the t-shirt she brought over - it was incredibly tight on her now - and struggled to put on the sweats. They barely fit over her rear, even with the drawstring at its loosest. Callie's enlarged nipples and the distinct outline of her breasts were visible through the tight shirt. The pants and the shirt did not quite meet over her belly.

"You know, Pat, I never really liked working out," said Callie. "I really do enjoy eating and living the good life, you know? But I was just trying to fit in with the mainstream. I never lost any weight working out because I always ate like a pig after. This...situation...is a kind of blessing in disguise. It really liberates me, in a way. I just thought I'd share that with you."

"You really feel that way?" I responded. Do all girls secretly wish to be fat?

"Of course," she answered. "There's no realistic way that I could get back down to a normal weight with this body of mine now - so why bother? I'm going to enjoy this. In fact..."

Part Six

Callie bent down to scoop up some of my ejaculate from the floor. She slurped back two handfuls.

"Ugh, kinda salty," she grimaced. "It's not quite the same as when we're in the heat of the moment. I won't be doing that again."

Even as she said that, I saw her shirt get a little tighter, her ass get a little bigger, and the gap between sweats and shirt grow a little larger.

"Huh! The stuff works fast!" remarked Callie. "You and I are going to get down to business when I get back. I want to reach that point of no return. No more guilt trips for me!"

She grabbed my card from my wallet and worked her way to the door. She stopped suddenly.

"Hey, a scale!" Callie quickly climbed on and leaned forward to read the weight. "294 pounds. Not bad. We can do better, though." She winked at me as she walked out the door, her fat jiggling all the while.

I sat back and started to think.

***

The sun was beginning to set as Callie just finished bringing in the last load of food into my apartment. Apparently she got the local grocery store to deliver some real food so that we weren't just living off cold pizza and Chinese food for the next few days. She did get an awful lot - my dad was going to tear me a new one.

I found that I could move if I walked really slowly and slung my dick over my shoulder. I was really kidding when I told Diane that hours ago. Diane giggled when she saw me walk like that the first time. I told her it wasn't funny.

"There! That's the last of it," Callie huffed as she put down the last grocery bag. "I got some movies, too, in case we get bored later." What did she think this was, a party?

"Callie, we're hear to figure out what's going on and what to do about, not revel in it," I started.

"Oh quit being a killjoy!" retorted Callie. "You always were with your 'thinking' and 'worrying'! Come on! Let loose a little!"

I just stared, aghast.

"Here, Patrick, I'll make you a little something to drink," said Callie as she waddled off to the kitchen.

Even as frustrated and confused as I was, I still stared at her wide backside as she made her way across the living room of my apartment.

"Ahem," I heard behind me.

Diane! Red faced, I turned towards my girlfriend. She had managed to cross her amazingly fat arms and stared at me accusingly from atop her breasts. Unexpectedly she broke into a smile.

"Oh, I'm just kidding Patrick," she laughed. "Just so long as you remember where the good stuff is." She shook her ass side to side. With her lying on her front, the massive globes of her ass swayed in a mesmerizing motion. The tremors across her humongous body quivered for minutes.

I still had a hard time wrapping my head around how fat she was. I ballparked her weight at over a ton. Her belly, lying on the floor on her front like she was, stretched out six feet in either direction. Her pontoon-sized breasts were splayed out before her, capped with a loaf-sized nipple and areola the size of hubcaps. Her ass, which was still quaking rhythmically, was pockmarked with cellulite and big enough to reach eye level. I felt a sudden urge to jump onto it and caress, squeeze and lick that ass for all I was worth. My worry overpowered that urge, though.

"Oh, Diane, what are we going to do?" I moaned as I nestled myself between her soft breasts. Her soft, smooth, large breasts.

"Oh, quit your bitchin', Pat."

I turned around within Diane's cleavage to see Callie coming back into the room. She handed me a drink and one to Diane. I leaned back into Diane's tits and chugged mine back in one gulp. Diane seemed relieved, though I couldn't figure out why.

My head felt really woozy all of a sudden and my vision blurred a little. "What was in this drink, anyway?" I asked.

"Oh, just a little something something to help you relax," she replied with a smirk.

My mind felt detached from my body. "Woowee," I think I said. The drink had hit me like a Diane-sized ton of bricks. "Still, we need to - holy crap." I balanced myself against the sofa as I stood up. "Need to figure out what... what was...is...going on."

"I said it before and I'll say it again: quit being a killjoy!" retorted Callie. "Come on and let loose a little! Besides, I think Diane knows what's going on."

Diane took a sharp intake of breath. I looked at her accusingly, even as I felt like I was about to topple over.

Diane looked to me, then to Callie, then back to me. Callie had her fists resting on her ample hips.

"Eep," mumbled Diane.

***

Diane's explanation was something else.

"So a few months ago, I stole the statue from my prof's office. I didn't think he'd miss it - he had a bunch of them," Diane went on. "It was the Venus of Willendorf statue my archaeology prof has. Back in my apartment, I made a prayer and a wish and I guess it was granted." She shrugged her fat shoulders.

"So what? You wished that every time I come in you, you get bigger tits and I get a bigger dick? And that when I come in your mouth my balls get bigger and you get fatter?" I was incredulous, even in my haze. Somehow, I found another drink in my hand. I sipped at it absentmindedly.

"No, nothing like that!" she interjected. "I just wished for her blessing!"

I raised an eyebrow.

"I...I figured that it must be it! My prof told me she represented a goddess of fertility and sexuality, and I guess that means huge sex organs and a curvaceous body like hers! I really don't know!" Diane pleaded.

This was just too much for me to handle - there's no such thing as magic, especially centuries-old kind of Mother Earth-Gaia stuff. I told her so.

"Really, Patrick, it must be it! Just open your mind past that rigid science mentality you're stuck in," implored Diane. "It's the only thing that makes sense."

I sighed. Nothing was making sense. It didn't help that my mind seemed really foggy.

I asked, "Where is the statue now?"

"It's in my bookbag, in the bedroom." Callie promptly got up and walked down the hall towards the bedroom. Well, maybe not promptly. Her 294-pound body had a little more inertia that she was used to. She swayed a bit walking down the hall.

"Found it!" I heard from the bedroom.

"Do you think you could use it to, you know, reverse us?" The grammar didn't sound quite right in my own ears. I was having a difficult time concentrating. Diane's tits were there, naked and huge. I nearly reached down to start pawing them before I caught myself. Callie was coming back down the hall at a waddling trot, the statue in hand.

***

Diane held the small fat statue in her hand. The statue's vulva, breasts and belly were large and swollen, and was a fair representation of Diane back when she was smaller, some 1600 or so pounds ago. The statue's tiny but flabby arms were folded over her large breasts and it had no visible face - it kind of looked like she was wearing a braided toque or hat. Diane was staring at the statue intently.

"Well?" I asked after some time had passed.

"That's it," she replied calmly.

I was half-expecting some sort of magical light show, like in a Harry Potter movie, or even a puff of smoke, but not nothing.

"Really? What did you do?" I asked.

"I just thought really hard about what I wanted, just like last time," she replied. "Some 'modicum of normalcy', as you so eloquently put it."

Part Seven

"Oh, okay," I just realized I was looking down at an empty cup. Or maybe two. I think my vision was doubling up. Diane's massive cleavage, in which I was nestled in just moments before, was looking mighty inviting. Diane's plump face was smiling up at me.

Almost of its own volition, my body crept back between the walls formed by Diane's left and right breast. I laid down between them with my arms eagle-spread overtop and tongued with Diane. My dick was resting on the ground and sticking out beyond the ends of her tits.

I ran my tongue around the inside of Diane's mouth, and she moaned appreciatively. I kissed her cheek and suckled her ear and worked my way down the side of her face. I moved my head down deeper into her cleavage, running my tongue along her smooth skin. Her tit flesh pushed in on either side of my head, muffling the outside world.

I could feel someone working the head of my cock some 3 feet behind me, and realized Callie was kneeling at the front of Diane's tits, one hand guiding my dick into her mouth and the other playing with one of Diane's fat nipples.

The buzz from the drinks was really getting to me as I worked one arm underneath one of Diane's massive tits. Even stretching my arm out as far as it could go, it didn't reach the other side. I felt its great weight weigh down on my arm as I kneaded the flesh with my hand. Callie's ministrations increased in fervency and I felt myself build towards a climax.

I came into Callie's waiting mouth. Laying as I was under Diane's massive tits, when I shook with the force of the orgasm, it sent shockwaves through Diane's titflesh. I felt the wall of her tits slap me against my face as I came in a gushing stream.

When the orgasm subsided I could hear Diane's muffled voice. I forced my way into a sitting position, using her tits as leverage.

"Oh,Patrick, suck my tits!" Diane was still in the throes of passion.

I crawled out from between my girlfriend's cleavage, relishing the feel of her tits brushing the sides of my body. I saw a much fatter Callie on her knees and elbows already working on Diane's left nipple. Callie's fat hips swayed in the air and her belly and tits rested on the floor and crept outwards. I pulled my cock and balls into a position that allowed me to work on Diane's other nipple.

In my daze, I grabbed her fat nipple in both hands. Even though I was unable to wrap my hands completely around it, I brought it up to my mouth and sucked. I felt Diane's entire tit quiver as a wave of titflesh pushed against me. Even as the waves of pleasure increased, my mind never lost concentration on Diane's nipple.

"Oh, yes!" I could hear Diane above the frenzy.

My eyes widened in shock as I felt a liquid shoot into my mouth. It was warm and slightly sweet and incredibly delicious. I sucked back more and felt tingly all over. Whatever Callie gave me was still working its magic. I chuckled a bit to myself at the thought of magic. The shock of the breastmilk faded under the soothing affects of whatever drug Callie slipped me.

I glanced over at Callie through my half-closed eyes to see her continue to grow even fatter, sucking on Diane's tit. Her tits were growing a lot, too, I noticed. Callie sat back on to her wide ass and fingered her own nipples even as her tits expanded. The basketball-sized orbs rested heavily on her swelling middle. With the combined effects of my semen and Diane's milk, her lower belly filled her lap, spread across the floor and crept towards her ankles. Her fat ass crept out behind her and to her sides. Her nipples finally grew out of her reach as her tits swelled into flabby beachballs and began to reach towards their own section of the floor. Callie was pushing 700 pounds, and still growing.

I felt Diane's tits push up against me and I realized she grew some more from her titplay-induced orgasm. At least her tits did, anyway. Everything was a little hazy. I shuffled back a bit as Diane's enlarging pontoons forced me closer to the wall. Watching Diane's tits grow even more impossibly huge and Callie's fat rolls swell was getting me really hot and bothered. I needed sex. My seven-foot boner was a testament to that.

I found a third drink sitting on the passthrough to the kitchen and impulsively gulped it down. Things started to get very patchy after that. I had gotten up and walked around to Diane's rear. Pressed up against the wall as I was, I still somehow managed to direct my hard cock into the deep crevice formed by her asscheeks and four-foot wide thighs. I felt her wet pussy with my cock as I pushed the grapefruit-sized head into it. It was a tight fit.

I saw Callie stand up at the front of Diane's tit. Her massive belly hung nearly to the floor and wobbled mightily with the effort from standing. Fat arms rested outwards upon rolls of fat resting on her five-foot wide hips. Big tits obscured her upper arms and upper belly and hung all the way to her hips, despite the bloated middle they were resting on. They had to be the size of bean bag chairs. The sight of her just turned me on more as I rammed my girlfriend from behind.

Even though I couldn't get very deep into Diane, my cock was caressed by the smooth sides of her overgrown thighs and underside of her massive apron from below. Diane's bulked rocked back and forth in rhythm with my thrusts. Callie took heavy shuffling steps to Diane's big nipple and fell upon it with fervour. I closed my eyes and felt the room whirl. I was wasted, pounding my oversized girlfriend with my oversized cock while my former and formerly small girlfriend sucked on a massive tit. I came again and blacked out.

***

I woke up lazily and scratched my balls. Sunlight streamed in through the window into my eyes and forced me to squint. Lazily, with my eyes half-closed, I walked into the kitchen and started to make a pot of coffee. My cock slapped my upper thigh lightly.

Suddenly I woke up fully and stared at my equipment. It wasn't freakishly massive anymore! My cock only hung down to the top of my knee and my balls were only the size of my fist! I was ecstatic! I let out a wild whoop.

"GAH!" I screamed as a splitting headache pounded inside of my skull. The wild antics of last night were taking their toll. But even as the throbbing headache inflicted its pain upon me, it couldn't lessen the joy and relief I felt. Diane's work with the Venus of Willendorf must have worked! Diane!

I looked up through the passthrough of my kitchen into the living room expectantly, only to find it empty.

"Diane?"

I heard the toilet flush from down the hall. I left the kitchen to see Callie squeezing her way out of the washroom.

She was still incredibly fat, though not as fat as I remember her from my fuzzy memory of last night. She was wearing her once-baggy shirt on her ample frame. It barely contained her massive tits; her belly was in full view, resting halfway down her plump thighs. Her hips nearly touched the walls. My eyes snapped back to her monstrous tits - they were even bigger than Diane's N cups from yesterday.

"Hey! You're awake!" exclaimed Callie, "I just got up myself. Wow, what a night we had!"

I just nodded as Callie continued on.

"I got so fat I couldn't move! My belly was sooo big it reached past my feet and forced my legs way apart. My fat boobs rested on the ground to either side of me, and my ass! My ass was massive! I had to have been seven feet wide and like 1000 pounds!" she said with a glint in her eyes. "It was awesome! I woke up to find myself much, much smaller, but I'm still big, sexy and fat!"

I couldn't remember any of this.

She bounced up as best she could from under all that flab and sent her rolls wobbling. Working her arms past her huge tits, she grabbed a handful of fat and shook her belly from side to side. Fat slapped heavily against the walls. She smiled as she stared at her bulk sway. She then looked up at me, hugged me with her fat arms and kissed me. My body was pressed deeply in to her soft flesh. I pushed away from her frantically. I couldn't help but notice how deeply my hands sunk into her belly.

"Fine. I was just trying to show my appreciation," stated Callie. "Heh, it looks like you didn't completely escape all of the effects of last night either." She glanced meaningfully at my own midsection.

Confused, I looked down myself and was shocked to see a sizeable pot belly where once were flat abs. I'm a skinny guy, no more than 155 pounds soaking wet, but this was something else.

I didn't notice it before when I first woke up, but I could see it now. A pot belly obscured the base of my cock from my view, and I could grab little lovehandles. I reached around and grabbed my own ass, and was surprised to feel my hand sink in a little. What the hell happened?

"It was from the breast milk, Pat," explained Callie, obviously reading the look of confusion on my face. "You were pretty damn fat yourself. Probably 350 pounds."

I had a tough time imagining me at 350 pounds. I shook my head and refocused my thoughts.

"Where's Diane?" I cut in. I needed to see her.

"Diane? She crawled off to bed sometime ago," Callie replied. "She got skinny like me, too."

"You'd better go," I finished.

"Fine. I'll just go get my stuff," Callie said neutrally. We awkwardly shuffled past each other in the hall. Callie's soft fat belly pressed up against me as I worked my way past her in the hall. I think that she was intentionally trying to make me feel her up but I was having none of it - my mind was focused on Diane. I heard the floorboards creak behind me as I rushed down the hallway, my cock slapping loudly against my thigh.

"I'm just going to grab my stuff," I heard Callie yell down the hall. Glass clinked from the kitchen.

"Are you guys coming to the party tonight?" Callie hollered as I reach the bedroom.

"Yeah, whatever!" I yelled back. I rushed to open the bedroom door.

Part Eight

Diane was laying on her back, the sunlight from the morning caressing her form. In the soft morning light I could make out her body. She was still fat, but nothing like before. Her belly completely covered her wide upper thighs and knees, but didn't reach past mid-shin. Her hips flared out to take up most of the bed. Over the rise of her belly I could make two large mounds that had to be her tits.

I sighed in relief. Diane was okay.

"P..Patrick?" I heard Diane's sleepy voice say.

"I'm here Diane," I replied, a smile creeping onto my face. I walked over to the bedside. Diane was blinking against the bright light from outside.

"Patrick, you're normal again!" she cried happily. "And look at me Patrick, I'm skinny again. The statue worked!"

Her fat arms came up to rest on her belly. She squeezed lightly into her flabby midsection and lifted a roll. Waves of fat undulated across her body. She then corralled her massive tits with her arms and hugged them. She could barely bring her hands together as her tits nearly smothered her face.

I smiled as I looked down at her and she smiled back.

"Make love to me Patrick," she breathed from between her tits.

Still smiling, I crawled on to the bed beside her and kissed her softly. My dick started to get hard as it rubbed against her belly. Still kissing passionately, Diane lifted her belly apron and guided my 19" cock into her waiting sex. Slowly I pushed into her, against the resistance her belly provided. I gently tweaked a thumb-sized nipple as I rocked gently back and forth, relishing the moment. Diane gasped and opened her eyes, her beautiful lips forming a 'Oh' shape. I began to thrust a little faster.

I felt myself sink into Diane's soft belly fat as my rhythm increased. Diane's plump hands found my new small lovehandles and caressed them. I pumped harder.

Waves of fat pushed in to Diane's chin as I thrust long strokes with my dick. The simple back and forth motion that got us started quickly evolved into more elaborate play as I found what hit her well and what didn't with my new 19" dick. Moans quickly turned into groans and groans turned into gasps of pleasure; as I found her spot, Diane started to orgasm, quaking underneath me. I couldn't hold back anymore and shot my load right into her, both our eyes squeezed shut against the pleasure.

The glow subsided as I pulled my softening cock out and laid beside my girlfriend. No unexpected additions appeared on our bodies. My cock didn't get longer and Diane's tits didn't swell bigger. It seemed the magic was truly gone. I found myself smiling at this thought.

"I'll always be yours, Diane," I said into her ear.

"And I will be yours, Patrick," came her sweet reply as we fell asleep in each other's arms.

***

My cock and balls still formed a prominent bulge inside of my shorts, but it wasn't as noticeable as before. My own belly overshadowed it a bit and my thicker thighs reduced the contrast. I didn't remember getting fat last night at all.

Stepping on the scale, I found myself to be hovering around 220lbs. I felt plump arms reach under my own to cup my small manboobs.

"I kinda like them," Diane cooed into my ear. I felt her belly and boobs press into my back.

I spun inside her arms and hugged her close. With her boobs as big as they were, I had a tough time getting my hands to touch. It was really no surprise. Even though Diane was still pear shaped, she still measured 68" under the bust, and a whopping 88" around the bust. We guessed it put her in the S-cup range.

Her belly, as best as we could measure what with her deep belly button hanging so far down, was 77" around. Her massively wide hips and gigantic ass exceeded the length of the 108" tape measure I owned by at least half a foot. She was pushing 120" around the hips!

Her impressive upper body was supported by 51" thighs, though they were difficult to measure with her belly apron hanging just past her knees. Her legs tapered into shapely 29" calves and plump feet. Diane shook her head to learn that her calves were now bigger around than her waist used to be.

The scale hid an even bigger surprise. Diane now clocked in at an earth-shaking 631 pounds. It was no surprise to learn that the 5XL stretch pants I ran out and bought her were stretched to their limit. A tent-like t-shirt was draped over her upper body. No bra I could find would ever contain her melons, so they were resting braless on her belly, the fat orbs clearly outlined under her shirt.

We were getting ready to go for lunch at Burger Baron. At Diane's insistence, we invited Callie along. She was waiting for us in the living room.

"That's nice, honey, but I'm still going to try my best to lose them," I replied. My loosest shirt was tight on me now and none of my pants fit properly. I had to buy new clothes, too. My dad was going to freak at this months credit card bill. But whatever now, things were at least somewhat back to normal.

We left the bedroom and walked to the livingroom. Diane had to squeeze through the doorway sideways and I could hear her hips brush against the walls occasionally. Callie had her 512-pound bulk resting on our sofa. Standing too long for either of them was a strain. I helped Callie heave herself up so we could leave.

Callie and Diane seemed to have really hit it off. I could hear them chattering away behind me as they waddled towards the elevator. On the surface they didn't seem to have much in common - Callie was in Business Admin with a focus in Accounting and Diane was taking Geology with a focus in paleontology. Diane likes romance novels while Callie doesn't much like reading at all. Callie liked watching contact sports like hockey and rugby while Diane preferred playing soccer. Well, at least she used to. Both giggled at this, chins wobbling.

We all stepped on the elevator, the thing groaning ominously. It was a tight fit but we managed. Unfortunately, the elevator refused to go on. It just gave a warning buzz instead. Suspecting the cause, I glanced up at the certificate on the wall to read that the Maximum Weight Allowed was 1100 pounds. Both girls guffawed at this as Callie stepped off the elevator. Life was really going to be different from now on.

Diane was resting on the bench in the lobby while we waited for Callie's elevator to come down. She was breathless from both the standing and the quick make-out session in the elevator. Both Callie and I helped lift her up off the low bench.

We stopped three more times to let the girls catch their breath on the way to my car. With such rapid weight gain, their muscles didn't have time to build up to the strain. Frankly, I was surprised they did as well as they did. Even getting into the car was a struggle. I was pushed nearly to the steering wheel as I pulled my seat forward to make room for Callie's big body in the backseat, and Diane's belly reached the dashboard even with her seat all the way back. Closing Diane's door proved difficult and she had to shift her ass closer to mine to get it to shut. The shocks were bottomed out.

We got a lot of stares when we walked into Burger Baron. Diane ignored it while Callie positively revelled in the attention. The two of them squeezed into a booth near the front, their boobs resting on the table, while I waited in line to make our order. Two double Baron Classics, two Baron-sized fries and two chocolate milkshakes. Diane thought that sounded good, so she wanted the same but with bacon. I was getting a super-sized Baron Bacon Classic myself. I was feeling kinda hungry.

When I brought the food to the table, the girls positively attacked their meals. I barely finished off the last bite of my burger when Diane finished off her entire meal. She was still hungry, and I offered to get her more, but she insisted she get it herself. I got off the edge of the bench to let Diane squeeze out, her heavy breasts gliding along the tabletop and slapping her belly when she turned to get out. She waddled slowly to the line, her fat ass jiggling madly and her thighs pushing her belly apron forward. Even with her massive ass for counterbalance, Diane still had to lean back to keep herself from tipping forward. The small teenager manning the cash register looked frightened.

Diane returned with four more double burgers, a large onion ring, and two more drinks for her and Callie. When she sat down beside me her hips pushed me up against the wall. I took the opportunity to place my hand on her thigh, but had to be satisfied with a fat knee - Diane's belly rested over everything else. I sat mesmerized while she finished off her second meal.

"So, are you guys coming to the party tonight?" asked Callie as she slurped down the last of her latest drink, "It's over at the Beta Iota Gamma house on campus.

"It'll be a blast!" Diane quickly agreed.

Part Nine

We drove Callie back to the apartment complex and let her out. Diane wanted to do some clothes shopping for herself before the party. We went to the mall and visited all the plus-sized shops. Diane finally settled on a nice blue flowery dress and matching sandals.

She managed to find a bra that fit, somewhat, over her massive boobs. The band size was far too large, but the breasts themselves overfilled the cups and made it still too tight. It would have to do for now - the custom bras she ordered wouldn't be in for two weeks. The look on the salesperson's face was priceless when she told Diane her measurement was a 67-T cup.

I got myself some nice shirts and a new loose pair of jeans while Diane waited on the bench in front of the store. I caught the cute little salesgirl staring at my bulging package when I was picking them out. Her face went even redder when I asked her opinion on the jeans back in the changing room area. She stammered a yes before helping another customer. I laughed softly to myself as I went back into the changing room.

When I had taken off the jeans I was trying on, the door to the changing room suddenly opened and the salesgirl slipped inside. My mouth dropped open - I was speechless. Her eyes immediately went to my crotch, my penis clearly outlined in the boxer-briefs.

"Holy crap, the thing IS real," she breathed to herself.

Unsure on how to react, I just stood there dumbly. She knelt before me and rolled down my boxers. She reached in with her small delicate hand and pulled my monster penis out. Staring at it while it grew hard under her stroking hands, her mouth opened a little. She mouthed a "Holy crap" when I was fully erect.

Cupping my balls in one hand, jacking me off with the other, the girl closed her eyes and began sucking. My cockhead, though nowhere near as big as before, still cause the small girl's cheeks to bulge. About five inches would disappear inside of it. I could do nothing but hang on to the walls of the changing room.

She then began to use both hands to stroke me fast as her blowjob increased with intensity. Fleeting thoughts skimmed across my mind as my climax neared. With a muffled grunt I let loose a torrent of semen into the tiny girl's mouth as she sucked with an intense fervor I didn't expect. Cups of semen streamed from me down her throat.

Even as I was softening I could see the most unexpected changes happen to her - her formerly 100-pound body began to quickly plump up. Her low-rider jeans were forced down her hips and her button eventually snapped and the zipper unzipped. Even so, fat quickly filled the intervening space and spilled over the waistband. A fat belly formed on her formerly flat abs, causing her tight black shirt to ride up under her petite breasts.

No, there wasn't anything 'petite' about them anymore. It was obvious her breasts were growing, too. They were approaching C-cup size and didn't show any signs of slowing. The snapped bra strap was outlined on her plumping side.

My mind raced. Why were her tits growing? That never happened with Diane. Why is she growing so much so fast? Why is she growing at all? I was in a bit of a panic.

I pulled up my boxers, put on my pants, bought the clothes and left quickly, leaving the girl still growing in the changing room with a glazed look on her face. Her low-riders were ripping at the seams and her breasts had began to overflow her shirt, fat nipples clearly visible when I left her. I felt like a cad for what just happened and how I handled it.

Leaving the store, I saw that Diane had disappeared. This just increased my panic as I quickly walked down the mall, searching frantically for the 630-pound woman that was my girlfriend.

I found Diane in the mall food court, surrounded by a sampling from a half-dozen different fast food places. We left with me carrying the shopping bags and her carrying two ice cream cones. She didn't notice the panicked look on my face, so enthralled was she with her ice cream cones. They were gone before we reached the car. I managed to calm myself down in that time. I didn't tell Diane what happened.

***

Back at the apartment Diane modelled her dress before me, with me complimenting her appreciatively. I managed to force the episode at the mall out of my mind, and began looking forward to tonight's party. Diane looked killer in her new dress.

We made love one last time before we left, this time with Diane on top. My free hands explored her body lovingly. Even though we both came, no visible growth occurred.

We grabbed Callie and walked to the Beta Iota Gamma house, the last of the sun's rays fading into darkness by the time we shuffled to the door. Diane looked radiant in her blue sundress, and I had to admit Callie looked hot in her orange and yellow outfit, which showed a generous amount of cleavage. I had to admit this because Diane wouldn't let me get away with a noncommittal grunt when Callie asked me how she looked. Both girls noticed the semi creeping down my jeans at the sight of them.

The party was in full swing when we entered, with some Finger Eleven blaring in the background. Callie took her tote with the drinks to the kitchen area while Diane and I made our way to the great room.

I overheard some snippets of conversation on the way:

"...Did you hear about Kathy Morgan? She really blimped out today."

"Yeah, she used to be such a pretty little thing, 5"2', 100 pounds, tight ass. Now she's like 185."

"Huge tits, though, wow. They're like triple-Ds now...."

Oh crap, I thought to myself. I hoped that wasn't who I thought it was. Pushing today's earlier incident out of my mind, I directed Diane to a couch and sat her down. After getting her some snacks from the snack bar, I went to the kitchen to get us some drinks. I saw Callie mixing a drink in a huge punch bowl with what looked to be a paralyzer. Three empty jugs of milk, an empty vodka bottle, an empty kahlua bottle and an empty bottle of Coke sat on the counter next to her. I reached into her tote to pull out my mix and booze and saw several more jugs of milk inside.

"That's a lot of milk," I remarked to her as I made Diane a Fuzzy Navel, her favorite drink.

"Hoo yeah," said Callie devilishly. "Tonight's going to be awesome." She carried the large punch bowl to the main party, the weight of it resting on her fat tits. I could hear her yell out "Free Drinks!!" to a chorus of cheers as she entered the great room. I poured myself a rye and coke and went there myself.

People were surrounding the punch bowl and filling plastic cups. There were only dregs left and a bunch of smiling faces within minutes. Free alcohol was a sure way to get university students motivated.

Over the course of the next few hours I visited with friends from classes, talked about homework and assignments and the upcoming midterms. I proceeded to get nice and hammered. Diane and I danced to a couple of songs, and she and Callie feasted on the snacks. Callie was obviously having a blast, dancing with whoever she could and mixing more of the punch when it ran out.

As the night wore on, I started to notice...changes... in the crowd. It seemed a face was fuller here, a dress tighter there. But it wasn't everyone, so I figured it must be my imagination. Everyone was getting pretty drunk by that point, even Diane, who was dancing with Callie at the moment, just off to the side of the dance floor.

"Have you tried Callie's punch yet?" asked my friend Brent. "It's totally awesome!"

I did a double take.

"Brent?" I started. Brent used to be only a little bulkier than me, before my own weight gain, but right now he looked like he had 40 pounds on me. His jeans were strained to the max, his hairy belly hanging out there. A prominent bulge could be seen at his crotch.

"Damn straight! WOO!" Brent yelled as he worked his way back to the dance floor, a cup filled with paralyzer in each hand.

I took a closer look as I scanned the crowd.

Part Ten

Nearly everyone was different, as far as I could tell. Tara, a classmate of mine from Computer Science 170, was bursting out of her top, her surprisingly big fun bags bouncing all over the place. She only had B-cups when I saw her last. A distinctive jiggle of fat overlapped jeans four sizes too small as she danced to Shakira's latest hit. Tom, her boyfriend, was tubbier too, and it looked like he shoved a sock down his pants.

Crystal, a short girl who was plump already, was noticeably plumper, the underside of her belly visible slapping off her thighs. Karen, a skinny cheerleader, was sporting a pair of double-DDs and rubbing her now-plump ass against George, the backup quarterback, his huge erection visibly outline against his new belly.

Jill, already busty, had at least a G-cup going. Yvette's shirt was riding up to reveal a flabby gut jiggling to the beat of the music. Joanne's ass was just about bursting out of her jeans. Bob had a massive outline along the inside of his now tight Dockers. Omar's penis actually hung out the end of his dress shorts. Lucy was swinging her removed bra around her head, her new E-cups bouncing side to side in concert with her new 50" waist. Janet was busy struggling out of her newly tight pants, fat thighs jiggling wildly.

Everywhere I looked, people were swelling. All the girls' tits were at least 3 cup sizes bigger, all the guys' crotches looked huge, and everyone looked to be around 50 pounds heavier, sometimes much more. Danielle, who used to be a 120-pound bombshell, was a 240-pound dynamo with volleyball-sized tits. She downed the rest of her drink and promptly swelled some more, ripping through her clothes and adding 30 pounds and another 2 cup sizes. She let out a big "Whoo!" as the guy she was dancing with went down and nuzzled his face in her belly fat.

The growth seemed to be accelerating, and people seemed to be stripping down to their underwear or less as their clothes became too restrictive. Inhibitions seemed to be stripped down, too. I noticed more than one blowjob going on, most of the guy's sporting a foot-long rod and the chicks sporting a fat spare tire. I thought I saw one couple having sex in the back.

I quickly spotted Callie and Diane again, even though their massive size no longer stood out as much in the crowd. They didn't see me as I made my way over to them through the crowd.

Focused as I was, I was scared half to death when a girl cut in front of me. I yelp and took a step backwards.

"I thought you looked familiar..." she said. I didn't recognize her. She was a sight to behold, though. At least 350 pounds, in nothing but her underwear, she was sporting some of the largest tits around, outside of Diane and Callie. The zeppelins were in the K cup range and topped with the perkiest little pink nipples. Wide sexy hips hid behind a fat jiggling belly apron. She took a drink from her cup. Her tits swelled just a bit more, and her apron crept just a bit lower. She looked up at me from her pretty dark eyes, "You're the guy from the mall."

I finally recognized her as the salesgirl from the jeans store. "K-Kathy Morgan?" I stuttered. Drunk as I was, I couldn't help but get a raging hard-on as this topless beauty stood before me.

"You know my name!" Her eyes lit up. "And I don't even know yours. I don't even care, though. You and I have some unfinished business." She glanced meaningfully at my hard cock snaking its way down my leg.

Kathy used her considerable bulk to push me up against the wall. Even though she was 8 inches shorter than me, I couldn't break free from her grasp. I just saw Diane's massive backend waddle into an adjoining room before Kathy had me against the wall and went down on her knees.

With nimble fingers, Kathy had my pants undone and down to my ankles in moments. My cock sprang free, nearly hitting her in the chin. Using the expert technique from the changing room on me again, it wasn't long before I gave in to the moment and let loose another volley of semen right into Kathy's waiting mouth.

The growth was nearly instant. Her fat belly quickly swelled to fill the space between her and my legs, pressing me farther against the wall. Her ass ripped her stressed panties to shreds and grew so large that it flowed over her feet onto the ground. Her tits exploded towards me and quickly grew to P-cup size before stopping nearly as quickly.

With her eyes glazed and rolling back in her head with pleasure, I gingerly stepped out and around her fat belly. My pants were lost somewhere under her bulk, but I pulled up my shorts over my flaccid member. I scanned the crowd again for Callie. I had a bone to pick with her.

***

"You spiked the punch with breast milk, didn't you!" I yelled out. I had pulled a naked Callie into the deserted kitchen. She had completely undressed on the dance floor and was rubbing her fat ass against some poor drunk schmuck. He had a 14" boner and a fat belly to match with a drink in each hand. Callie probably picked him out at the start of the night and was feeding him drinks notstop.

"Cheers, hotcakes!" I heard him say as I dragged Callie away by her arm. He downed his two drinks in quick succession and I saw him blimp out another 40 pounds and his cock stretch out another 2 inches. I growled in anger.

"You spiked the punch with breast milk from last night," I continued. I noticed that all but one of the milk jugs Callie brought with her were completely empty. "You did it while we were passed out!"

"Settle down, Pat!" shot back a drunken Callie. "Everyone is having a good time! It's not like you've had any! And it doesn't even seem to affect Diane."

"Damn it, Callie, what were you thinking?" I railed at her. "I can't let you do this anymore! Making yourself fat in one thing, but making a hundred people fat is crazy!"

"So what? Back off Pat." Callie tore her arm from my grip. "I saw you with that slut Kathy," said Callie threateningly, her fat index finger boring into my chest. "You breathe a word of this to anyone, and I'll let Diane in on your dirty little secret."

"You're blackmailing me?" I spat out. I was aghast.

"I made my own prayer with the Venus statue, Pat," Callie continued. "Sure, you won't magically inflate Diane anymore, but anyone else who gets you off is in for a big growth spurt. Including me."

Callie pretty much tackled me and pinned me down under her 512-pound body. Actually, I think she was even bigger now. Her belly rested heavily on my chest, restricting my breathing. My arms were pinned under thighs.

"You know what, Pat? I think you need a taste of the punch," Callie snickered. "I want to FEEL you inside me."

She reached up to the counter and grabbed the remaining jug. Maybe a quarter of it was left.

Callie grabbed my cheeks and squeezed them open. She poured the milk from the jug into my mouth. It was either swallow or drown in the predicament I was in, so I opted to swallow. That same tingly feeling from last night wracked my body. I felt my own gut press harder into Callie's belly and thighs above me, and my weight begin to push her legs farther apart. My dick sprang to attention between Callie's ample butt cheeks, and I could feel it lengthen, gliding against her smooth skin.

"There we go," Callie said with a wicked smile on her face. She raised her ass in the air and quickly plopped down on my huge hard cock. Wow, was she tight!

She wasted no time getting herself off, and me along with her. With her slapping up and down on my pole, I could feel her fat belly slap heavily into me with every downward thrust. Her own P-cups were flopping all over the place, a hand tweaking each fat nipple. She screamed loudly as she came, her juices spilling onto my lap. Despite what I wanted, I came just as hard into her and let out a yell of my own.

"WOOO! Way to go Pat!" I heard Brent say from the kitchen doorway.

Callie had gotten up, wiped the sweat off her forehead and took a bow, her fat tits, ass and belly swelling ever larger with that last dose. She winked at me and whispered into my ear, "Thanks, Pat. We're even now. Try to have some fun, okay? You're going to have a heart attack."

I scowled at her fattening back as she squeezed through the doorway in the kitchen and back to the party.

"Wow, she was a big one, Pat! Didja see her tits?" exclaimed a drunk Brent. Even he was naked now. His fat flaccid cock hung more than halfway to his knee, along his own fat thigh. He crested 300 pounds some time ago.

I say up to feel my own sizeable belly fill my lap and my fattened thighs to spread across the cold linoleum. My flaccid cock DID reach my knee. I wondered how big it was now. I also half-wondered if I crested 300 pounds. It seemed close.

Brent helped me up to my feet.

"Brent, have you seen Diane?" I asked.

"That huge number with the giant knockers? Yeah, she was on the dance floor dancing with, like, three different guys," said Brent. I heard a "Didja see HER tits? EVEN BIGGER than that last one you just had!" as I made my way out of the kitchen.