My wife Susan playfully punched my shoulder, drawing my thoughts from thetrio of very buxom, plump females strolling out of the bakery. Their breastsquivered and bounced with each step, the low-cut sweaters they wore revealinga vast cleavage on each of them. Their skirts blossomed out around theirswelling hips and thighs, accentuating the feminine curve of their figures. The chilly fall air condensed their breath as they exhaled, and each inhalepushed their exposed, plump breasts higher from the sweater necklines.
"Hey", I said, looking at my wife. "What was that for?"
Susan looked up at me, a smile on her lovely, thin face. "I saw whatyou were looking at. Not even married two months and already I've got tocompete with other women." She paused, her face suddenly registeringa revelation.
"Why is it I've always caught you looking at large women with hugebreasts? I mean, you've always noticed women with big chests, but you positivelyleer at plump women."
She paused, my lack of response only serving to confirm her suspicions. I looked at her. Susan had radiant green eyes, her body rail thin, witholive skin and long black hair; she definitely did not fit into the rangeof women I had always been physically attracted to. But her intelligence,kindness and gentleness had won my heart, so I was easily able to overlookthe thinness. But I still had stirrings when I saw a plump, buxom womanthat I did not understand, but had long ago accepted.
"You LIKE fat women, don't you." Laughing impishly, she clappedher hands together.
I looked at the sidewalk, trying to hide my uncertainty with the situation. I had long ago learned to attempt to hide my preferences for the perfectfemale body. I blurted the answer, "All right, yes I do. Especiallyplump women with hourglass figures and huge bosoms." There, I hadsaid it. Susan was the first person I had ever admitted this to. Now howwould she react, I wondered.
She looked at the reflection of her own body as we walked past a glassstorefront, then back at me. "So what drew you to me, I definitelydo NOT fit in that category." Susan seemed to constantly worry abouther weight. Never wanting to broach the subject on my own, I had neversuggested that she gain weight.
I stopped walking and looked her in the eyes as I spoke, "Everythingelse that you are, your personality, intelligence, your pretty face..."
"But it would look prettier if it were fuller," she interrupted,smiling back at me.
I smiled, imagining yet again what she might look like if she were a littleheavier. "I would never ask you to gain weight for me. But if bysome act of nature it happened, well I wouldn't be upset."
The cool autumn breeze blew past, the late October leaves rustling overhead. We started walking again, in silence. Finally Susan spoke, "Yourtastes in women are not in the majority. I've always worked to keep myweight down because that's what the American media portrays as the idealwoman.."
"No, I guess my tastes don't fit into the social norm, but there areplenty of men out there who think like I do," I responded. The conversationwas becoming much too serious for me at this point. What had started outas a late autumn walk was now becoming a session of psychoanalysis.
"There are?" Susan replied, "How do you know that?"
"All you have to do is go out on the Internet. There are tons ofweb sites dedicated to large women of all shapes and sizes. From slightlyplump women to huge, massive ones, there are men that find them attractive. I've given up trying to explain why I like plump, buxom females, it's justthe way things are. I used to feel guilty about it, but I finally acceptedthat I like large women and left it at that."
About then we walked up to the door of our townhouse, the evening duskbeginning to deepen. "Show me some of the Internet sites," Susanasked as we hung our jackets in the hallway.
"Be careful what you ask for...", I cautioned. But there wasa seriousness about Susan I didn't understand. By way of her silence, Iassumed she was serious and fired up the net browser on the computer. Callingup my list of favorites, I moved out of the chair and let her sit.
"You're serious," she laughed, reading through the web pagesand news groups. "Look at this, pictures, stories, I can't believemy eyes."
I looked at her mischievous face, "Why are you so interested in this",I asked, "I love you just the way you are".
"Tell me what you find so attractive about a plump woman."
Now I was really being put on the spot. "A lot of things, I guess. The way their breasts seem to strain at their tops, swaying and jigglingas the walk, or even breath. The flaring of hips into a wide, sensuousrear end. The roundness of their bellies, and how it compliments theirboobs and butts. How if they take a deep breath it looks like they willswell and burst the seams of their clothing. It's so many things. Youcan see in their face as they take a bite of food how some women live toeat, and revel in the way a man looks at how the food has made their bodiesso voluptuous." I waited to see what Susan's reaction would be.
"So you REALLY like all those things? This isn't just some weirdphase you're going through?"
I laughed. "No, it's no phase. Since you've asked, I've preferredwomen this way since I was a boy. I don't know why, but that's the truth."
"I see. And now you're married to little ole' me. It must be love."
I leaned down and kissed Susan. She turned back to the computer as I stoodagain. As she looked back at the computer screen she said, "You runalong, I've got some research to do here."
Knowing how consumed Susan could become with something, I walked to theliving room, picked up the book I had been reading, and lost myself forseveral hours. Susan's stirring as she rose from the computer broke myconcentration.
"Come on," she said, "It's after midnight and I'm bushed."
I rose sleepily from the chair and walked down the hallway with her.
As she removed the cloths from her slim figure Susan said, "Oh, yeah,I almost forgot. Tomorrow night is Halloween. I made dinner reservationsat a place I found on the net. They had a cool web page made up specialfor Halloween. Promises the night will be filled with magic and such forHalloween, it sounded like it might be fun."
"What's the name of the place," I asked.
"The Fuller Inn," she replied as she reached for the lights. We were soon both fast asleep.
The next afternoon, Susan reminded me to get ready for the dinner dateshe had made. "Damn," I thought to myself, "I forgot completelyabout that."
"This is casual, right?" I called from the bedroom as I heardher come down the hallway.
She walked into the room wearing a lose fitting peasant dress that wasseveral sizes too large for her size 6 body.
"No," she smiled as she saw my expression change, "thisis in costume. We're going to a medieval party tonight. They sent overthese costumes for us to wear."
Looking at her in that dress I could only assume the restaurant didn'thave the right size dress for Susan. The garment hung loosely about herbody. "If only she was plump enough to really put some strain on thatdress," I thought briefly as I watched her turn and exit the room. But knowing that was not to be, I hurriedly got ready for the date.
During the drive to the restaurant we talked about trivialities, the conversationof the previous evening apparently forgotten. Located in an out of theway rural area, the Fuller Inn's parking lot was small, but full.
"Strange," I though to myself, "I've been out this way beforeand never noticed this place."
Certain it must be a new restaurant, I turned the car into the driveway. We ended up parking near the back of the lot, and strolled to the restaurant'sfront door. As we walked up to the entrance another couple was leaving. The man was dressed in a Scottish kilt. However, his female companionnearly stopped my heart. I tried hard not to stare, but it was impossible. Also dressed in a peasant's dress, this women was the most impressive plumpwoman I had ever seen. The dress was obviously a size or two too smallfor her, and her breasts swelled up from its low cut front, the buttonsof her top barely able to stay together. She easily had the largest bustI had ever seen. It was obvious she wore no bra, glimpses of her quivering,plump breasts showed through the gaps between the buttons in her top. Herrounded belly strained the cloth of the front of the dress. This, combinedwith the almost magical bust line she sported, threatened to burst the entirefront of her garment. Her hips swelled out from her waist and led downto plump thighs and fat calves. Her bottom matched the rest of her, roundand bouncy. About 5' 6", she was almost as wide as she was tall. Her plump face glowed with happiness as she and her male companion walkedtoward us laughing.
With her chubby fingers she unwrapped what looked like an after-dinnerchocolate, then popped it in her mouth and swallowed. Waiting for the punchin the shoulder from Susan I knew I was earning, I tried not to notice asthe woman's body seemed to suddenly expand in all directions under the alreadyimpossibly tight dress. Her bust began to swell up even more out of thetop of the dress, a button suddenly popping lose, revealing even more ofher massive breasts. As the rest of her body grew in proportion, rippingsounds could be heard as the seams of the garment began to protest. Certainthat I was hallucinating, I looked at the ground, then up again. In thespace of a few seconds, she seemed to have gained fifteen pounds, makingher even more awe inspiring than before. She and her companion laughedand smiled at the metamorphosis, his arm attempting to wrap around her expandingwaist.
They looked at us as they passed, the male winking at me. "Enjoyyourself in there."
With that, they were past us and we were nearly at the restaurant door. An unimpressive doorway led into the building, where we waited for thehostess to seat us. Inside was dark and cozy, booths hiding the other patronseffectively in the dim light. A plump girl in her mid twenties saunteredup, smiling as she approached.
"Are you here for the Halloween Special", she asked, lookingat Susan and myself.
"We are," Susan answer, "the name on the reservation isWilmet."
Looking the reservation list over, the hostess found our name and lookedback up at us, "Right here on the list. Please follow me, we havea very special room for you."
A strange look played over Susan's face as we followed our hostess pasttable after table. I couldn't help but notice the bouncing and swayingof our plump little hostess's backside as we reach a wall that containedseveral doors. She paused in front of one and opened it. Susan had reserveda private dining room for us. Still confused by what I had witnessed inthe parking lot, I looked at Susan. She only smiled back at me, a gleamin her eye. After we sat, the hostess said, "My name is Jenny. Yourwaitress will be Chris. Please let me know if I can do anything to helpmake your evening a special one."
Giving her a knowing look, Susan replied, "I'm sure it will be oneboth my husband and I remember forever."
As the door closed, I had to ask, "Susan, what's going on here? Youand the others act like something is up."
"This is Halloween, love, it's a night of magic. So just enjoy whatcomes."
Looking around, I noticed a mediaeval look to the room. While comfortable,the wooden chairs were wide and strong, the table hewn from solid oak. As I began to take in the atmosphere, the door opened again and Chris enteredour little dining room. Not just a plumper, Chris was a very large woman,but still retained an hourglass figure. Her body quivered voluptuouslyas she came to a stop at our table. Her belly was impressive, with hermassive breasts resting on the shelf it created. As she inhaled it seemedher entire body expanded, the outfit she wore barely containing her bulk. Her face was very pretty and her long, blonde hair lay in piles on herplump shoulders.
Her smile was genuine as she asked how we were. Looking at Susan she smiledagain, "I see you've ordered the Halloween Special. Let me get theappetizers and drinks, and I'll be right back for the rest of your order." With amazing grace, she turned and left us alone again.
Very suspicious, I looked at Susan. "All right, I know I said I likeplump women, but this place is full of them. Why did you choose this restaurant,and what is the Halloween Special?"
Susan couldn't contain herself any longer and giggled at my question. "Since you're getting so impatient, I'll tell you. Just like you nevertold me about how you prefer large women, I had never told you how I'vealways wanted to have a plump, round, buxom figure. Since I was a childI've been fascinated with becoming fat. But knowing how most men don'tcare for heavy women, I've always starved myself to fit in to the Americanideal."
My jaw dropped as she spoke, "Are you serious?", was all I couldmanage to get out, my head beginning to swim with the events of the nightso far.
She smiled, remembering, "Not at all. I remember cartoons from mychildhood that showed female characters changing from having thin littlebodies to plump, round figures. In one, a balloon that was obviously femaleswelled to immense proportions as it was pumped up with air. There wasa fairy tale cartoon where the wife of a woodsman went from very thin tovery fat when his wishes were granted that brought food to his family. I even remember an English comedian's skit where he was chasing after aslender girl, trying to marry her. When he would take her out to eat shewould always say she was watching her figure, and not eat. But as soonas they were married, she started gorging herself at the reception, continuallygrowing fatter and fatter until her new husband could not get his arms aroundher."
I smiled as Susan talked, feeling the stirrings I had felt during my ownchildhood as I watched similar shows. She continued, "When I figuredout how you felt about plump women, it all seemed to fall into place. Ilove to eat, and have always wanted to fatten up, and I have a feeling youwould like it if I did. Am I right?"
"Yes."
"Well, then, that's why we're here. The Halloween Special is a magicalspell that will fatten me up before your eyes tonight. I found this whilesurfing the fat related sites last night."
My imagination running wild, I was dumbfounded. "You believe in magic?",I asked.
"If fate puts two people like you and I together, why can't magicwork, too. You saw the woman in the parking lot blow up like a balloon. You don't think that was magic?"
Very confused, I couldn't think of anything to say. Just then Chris openedthe door, bringing in a large bottle of champagne and the tray of appetizers.
"Here we are," she said, setting a plate in front of each ofus. She poured the champagne, then quickly took our orders. "Justpress the button on the edge of the table when you're ready for the maincourse." She smiled wickedly, "And there's a water dispenseralong the wall there if you decide to use it. Oh, and there's a closetwith cloths behind the mirror. Have a great time." And the door wasclosed.
Confused by Chris's instructions, I looked at Susan, "How is thisgoing to fatten you up?."
She also smile wickedly. "It's magic! It's not how much I eat, buthow much I drink. The fluid I take in tonight will fill out my body, orso their web page said. Let's give it a try."
Susan picked up the champagne bottle from the ice, and began to drink itdown. As she did, Susan's body seemed to change subtly. With each gulpher face filled out, but only slightly, though. Incredibly, she managedto drink the entire bottle.
"Well, do you notice any changes," Susan asked, her green eyesflashing.
Still skeptical, I wasn't sure if my imagination was playing tricks onme, or if she actually did look slightly fuller. In the medieval dressshe had on, it was hard to tell since it draped across her figure. "Maybe,but you're going to need a whole lot more liquid to fill that dress out."
"Darling, filling the dress out is just the start," she saidas she munched on a appetizer. "This is soooo good. I can't believeI denied myself this, all to be skinny." She sighed, "Let thegames begin."
With that Susan picked up the empty champagne bottle, got up from her seatand pulled the hose from the wall for the water dispenser. Filling thebottle, she shut the water off and began to drink from the bottle again. This time there was a definite change in her body. I could see the topof the dress begin to rustle, as though her breasts were growing larger. Her arms also seemed to swell, as did her hips. Finishing the bottle,Susan turned for me. "I can feel something changing," she said. I'm not sloshing, but the liquid is definitely filling me out." Sheran her hands over her body as she spoke, a look of delight on her face. As she turned it was obvious her rear end was also rounder.
I felt an odd stirring, wondering what the rest of the night would bring. This was weird, but the thought of Susan being so plump and buxom I couldn'tput my arms around her was driving me insane. Susan sashayed to the table,her broader hips swinging seductively as she walked. It was obvious herlarger breasts were jiggling under her top with every step. It looked asthough she had gained ten or fifteen pounds. She picked up another appetizer,smiling at me as she ate it. "So how'm I doing?"
A lecherous, fantasy filled idea struck me, "You'll be filling thatbottle so often you're going to get tired of it. But if you're really intothis, I have a suggestion."
She smiled, "I bet I already know what it is." Turning, shewalked back to the water dispenser, took the hose from it, and placed itin her mouth. "How big do you want me," she asked.
"How big do you want to be?" I replied, unable to comprehendwhat was about to happen.
She smiled evily, "First to say stop loses." Her hand reachedfor the water control, and turned it on. Susan initially had to work hardto swallow the water fast enough, but soon got into the right rhythm. Whathappened over the next few minutes was mind boggling, I could only sit andwatch, mesmerized. With each gulp of liquid Susan's body transformed furtherfrom the rail thin girl that had walked into the restaurant. Her breastsbegan to assert themselves, rapidly swelling within the top. Long, deepcleavage rose to meet the low cut blouse. Her breasts went from small,insignificant mounds to softballs and then to melons. At the same timeher belly began to grow, rounding out against the waist band of the dress. Her hips and butt also joined in the fun, in addition to her thighs, calvesand arms. It was as though her body was an inflating water balloon. Smallrolls of fat began to form on her sides. Magically, her breasts continuedto grow, spreading out in all directions. As they continued to balloonthey came to rest on the expanding ledge created by the top of her belly. With each gulp of water they pushed further out from her growing body.
What had started out a 110 pound body rapidly blossomed to an expandingset of voluptuous curves. Not yet satisfied with her body, Susan keptgoing. Sucking harder on the water hose, her plumpening body seemed toexpand more rapidly. Her breasts soon reached the size of volley balls,straining mightily against the top of the dress. She had worn no bra, sothe dress was the only restraint on Susan's rapidly fattening top. Thefabric began to stretch, gaps showing between the buttons. Not to be outdone,the rest of her body also kept pace. Susan had to move her feet apart everyfew seconds as the insides of her thighs began to press against each other,while her hips and butt also continued to grown and grow. Her belly wasalso an incredible site to watch. Each passing moment it expanded at anastounding rate, the waist band of the dress becoming tighter as her burgeoningstomach pressed harder and harder against it. It began to show signs ofstrain, her plump, expanding body looked as though she was nine months pregnant.
Obviously enjoying herself, Susan's face was the picture of ecstasy. Shebegan to make low, moaning sounds between each gulp, her eyes closed. Clampingthe hose in her lips, she began to explore the incredible curves of herfattening body with her hands. She cupped them under her breasts, liftingthe now unparalleled heavy, round, plump orbs. Next she began to rub herbelly, then ran her hands back along her hips to her wide butt. Her skirtbegan to ride up on her growing hips, giving a much better view of the increasingsize of her calves and thighs.
Watching her expand was an incredible turn on, a cold sweat broke out onmy forehead. And still she kept chugging down the water. As her fatteningbody stretched the dress to its limits, it became apparent the dress wasat least a few sizes too small. I thought about saying stop, but decidedagainst it. After all, who was I to control her size. Susan became fatter,rounder and more buxom with each passing second and she seemed to be inheaven. Suddenly, a button straining to contain her mammoth breasts snapped,flying across the room. In its place a gap opened to reveal the swell ofher growing breasts, trying to force their way out. Looking like a womanpossessed, Susan continued to drink. Another button let lose as her entirebody continued pumping outward. She was approaching the most monstroushourglass figure I had ever seen.
Susan's body swelled in all directions. In rapid succession the remainingbuttons of her top popped free, her heavy, fat breasts forcing the fabricapart. Freed of any restraint, I could now see they were the size of basketballs. Round and fat, they jiggled and swayed seductively as she movedthem with her hands. They were obviously sensitive as she quivered in delightwhile caressing them. They spread well past the sides of her body and jiggledas she continued to expand.
Her massive belly finally overpowered the skirt, popping the waste bandopen with a loud snap. In the following seconds her belly expanded outquickly, snapping the rest of the buttons that held the skirt's front. Her rotund belly expanded outward, showing more and more skin as she becamefatter and fatter. At this point her belly was completely unrestrained,and the skirt was held up only by the flaring curve of her widening waistto her swelling hips. Before my eyes her belly button became deeper anddeeper, her tummy growing out further with each gulp of water. Susan'shands moved around and under her Buddha tummy, as she rubbed and liftedher swelling belly. Now wearing only the tatters of the dress, Susan'sfattening body was incredibly gorgeous. Her breasts were the size of watermelons,sticking well out beyond her round, fat tummy. Her belly was massive, roundand jiggly, and the rest of her body was in proportion. Huge thighs, butt,calves and arms rounded out the picture. Susan had a full double chin,and a look of satisfaction spread across her lovely face as she continuedto explore her body.
Then Susan did something completely unexpected. With the wink of an eyeat me, she reached over and turned the water on full force. Her eyes rolledback in her head, then closed as though she were in a trance. Her bodyseemed to explode outward in all directions. In less than a minute herbreasts grew to the size of large, round beach balls, matched in growthby her belly. Her hips swelled and her butt grew rounder, and more massive. Once again she had to spread her legs to give her growing thighs more room.
I got up from my chair, "Stop," I yelled, concerned with Susan,who seemed to be oblivious to the rest of the world. I could only imaginemy wife with bean bag sized breasts and hips so wide she wouldn't be ableto leave the room. At the sound of my voice she suddenly seemed to rememberI was in the room, and roused herself from the pleasures she had obviouslybeen engrossed in. Her face was a mixture of delight and disappointmentas she slowly reached for the water faucet, her body still quivering asshe grew outward. Susan shut the water off, but not before gaining a noticeableamount of weight. She removed the water hose from her mouth, then smiledwickedly at me.
"Coward. I was really getting into this." She looked down atherself, then turned gracefully before me. "Like you new, fat, buxomwife?" She shook her body, making her boobs and belly sway. "I'vegot to tell you, feeling my body expand was an incredible turn on. I couldfeel my breasts growing fatter and larger, pushing harder and harder againstthe dress. I could see them getting bigger, and sticking out further infront of me. I felt like I could keep going until they filled the room. And it was SUUUUCH a rush when my belly burst through the front of thedress. Can't I drink just a little more," she pouted as she spoke.
Susan was joking, I thought.
She was the most incredible looking woman I had ever laid eyes on. Herface was round, with a double chin, her plump, beachball sized breasts wereforced apart by her massive, swelling tummy. Her hips and bottom flaredout, giving her an exaggerated hourglass figure. Her thighs and calveswere also huge, completing the proportionate picture. Slowly she turnedfor me, letting me drink in the curves of a woman who was now several timesthe size of the one that entered the room. In my wildest dreams I couldnot have imagined how beautiful she would have looked at this size. Asshe turned she looked at her own body in the mirror, proud of how sexy shehad become. Even at this size her huge breasts still overwhelmed her round,fat body, and the look on her face let me know how happy she was.
I moved to hug her, my arms only making it to her sides. I was actuallyable to move in between her cleavage, and she gave me a long, passionatekiss. The feel of her breasts on each side of me, and the soft warmth ofher fat belly against me was too much. I was in heaven. As we moved apartI continued to stare as my wife's new body.
"Better than the woman in the parking lot, huh," she commentedas she continued to explore her voluptuousness, then broke into laughter. We moved back to the table, where the wide chairs were barely able to containher new figure. She sat down at the table, and began to eat with gusto. After finishing the appetizers she walked to the closet, and put on anotherdress, though even the largest one was still too small. It clung to hercurves, only accentuating her beauty. We pressed the serving button andseveral minutes later Chris entered the room, our entrees in her hands. She flashed a wide smile as she took in Susan's plump, buxom figure. Susanwas still smaller than she was, and an odd look passed over Susan's faceas she compared her own figure to our waitresses.
"Well, you certainly didn't waste any time. It took me two yearsof doing this to get to your size," she commented to Susan. "Lookslike you're going to explode out of that dress."
Susan inhaled deeply, the tops of her breasts rising up even further fromthe low cut front. "I'd have reached your size if my hubby here hadn'tstopped me. But I suppose we should pace this out every year."
"Every year?" I thought to myself, still in shock over what Ihad just witnessed.
Chris left us alone again, and Susan ate with a gusto I had never seenbefore.
"Susan, my love," I thought, "You'll be Chris's size insideof a month if you keep eating like this."
The evening continued with laughter and food, but very little additionalfluids for Susan. Even the three glasses of wine she had during the remainderof the meal had enough fattening effect to cause one of the buttons strainedby her enormous breasts to snap away, hitting the opposite wall. And Susanate more food in one sitting than she normally did in three days. As aresult her fat belly swelled even further, at one point causing her topush her chair back. Her body had expanded from the drink and food andwedged her curvaceous figure between the table and the chair. Again ableto inhale, she continued to eat plateful after plateful of food. With eachplate her belly grew larger, rounder and fatter. I watched as the waistband of her dress dug deeper into her expanding stomach. Susan looked likeshe was going to pop her buttons just from the food she was consuming. Finally, her dress could take no more, and the waist band ripped open inprotest. Now free of the confining material, the front of her belly wasvisible yet again. Susan patted it. "I'd say I need to get this dressoff soon, or you'll need to cut it off," she laughed.
"Keep growing like this and it will burst before you leave the room."
Finally, we finished our meal and rose to pay the bill. Susan's breastsand belly strained to pop free of the confining dress as she stood and walkedto the door of our dining room. She seemed beside herself with pleasure as she waddled out to the reception area. Walking behind her I watchedher hips wiggle as she walked, the sway of her massive breasts evident evenfrom behind her. She turned and stood in profile before me at the cashregister, her breasts easily sticking out eighteen inches beyond her fattummy. She must have had twenty-four inches of cleavage visible throughthe top of the dress. Her gargantuan breasts flowed up out of the cleavage,leaving little doubt that what was visible was only the tip of an extremelylarge iceberg. A portion of Susan's fat belly showed through the frontof the dress where the waist had split. Every breath she took caused herbelly to swell out further, and her breasts to rise more from the dress.
At the counter the plump hostess smiled admiringly at Susan. "I hopeeverything was satisfactory."
"Delightful," Susan responded. "I'm sure we'll be backnext year." She patted her fat belly, making her even fatter breastsquiver with motion. The dress looked as though it would take no more abuse,and slight tearing sounds were heard from the seams.
The hostess said, "I see. Well, thanks for coming." But aswe turned she looked at Susan with a look of dare and said, "Care fora final after dinner chocolate? They're liquid filled and very potent"
Susan looked at me, then reached for one as she smiled. "How muchcould it hurt", she said. What I didn't see was as we turned her otherhand grabbed a handful of them. "I'll just eat it in the parking lot."
Walking through the lot another couple was coming our way. The wife wasthin and frail looking, but looked admiringly at Susan as they approachedus. Susan popped the chocolate into her mouth, chewed and swallowed. Almostinstantly she gained yet more weight, most of it going to her breasts. Several more buttons popped as her breasts swelled even further out thetop of her dress. The front of the dress was now wide open from its topdown to the bottom of Susan's gargantuan bust. Only the fact that the topof the dress was so tight around the sides of her mammoth breasts, and couldopen no further, prevented more than a few cubic yards of breast from spillingout. I could only smile at the husband as he stared at my
wife.
Susan laughed to herself, her body quaking with the motion, as they passedby us.
"You are truly evil," I whispered in her ear, my hand tryingto move around her waist.
We got into the car, Susan needing to slide her seat back to its maximumstop to allow her new figure to fit comfortably in the seat. It was thenI noticed she had several more chocolates in her hand.
"What are you planning on doing with those," I asked, anticipatingSusan's actions. I was sure she was determined to be fatter than our waitressChris. Susan's breasts were nearly twice the size of Chris's, but thatdidn't seem to be enough. She was a woman on a mission.
Susan quickly popped them into her mouth, and swallowed. Her body balloonedoutward instantly, snapping the remaining buttons and tearing the seamsof her dress. Her bottom expanded underneath her, while her belly swelledout and to the sides. Her breasts, already impossibly large, became evenrounder and fatter, the tops of them now rising almost to her chin. Shecould not even put her own, fat, round arms around to the front of them,and she squealed with delight at the look on my face at I watched her bodyfatten even more.
"I guess your eyes won't be wandering to other women now", shesaid, patting her belly and sending tremors of motion through it. Her roundbreasts, now the size of bean bag chairs, trembled and swayed when the waveof movement from Susan's fat belly reached them. They nearly reached thefront window of the car, even with her seat back all the way. "I dobelieve I'm full now," she smiled, "I think you can take me home." Susan paused, then looked at me as her smile broadened, " I can'twait till next Halloween."
We drove out of the parking lot, the side of my wife's massive left breastpressing against my should and arm. Her wide, shapely hip had me pushedalmost to my door to give her room. As we turned on to the main road Inoticed a shimmering in the car's side rear view mirror. Looking back throughthe mirror the change immediately struck me, the Fuller Inn was gone, onlya field remained where it had stood. I looked over my shoulder to makesure I wasn't just imagining this, then looked at my buxom, fat wife. Shesmiled knowingly at me.
"Remember, it's Halloween..."
The End