WG Story Drone
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(~BBW, Feeding, Lesbianism, Lactation, ~Sex, ~MWG - To grow into a part an actress must visit a very unusual nutritionist)
Claire stood in the dressing room she had been shown to. She was auditioning for a part in a new play by an up and coming playwright. Up 'til now she had gone to several auditions, all of which had not proved fruitful. There was a loud knock on the door and a voice outside said, "Time now!"
Claire opened the door and followed the stagehand to the audition room. Once inside, she could see four people, all women about 35 to 45, mostly slim and wealthy looking. The first called out, "Over here dear, let us get a good look at you."
Claire walked slowly over to the waiting women.
"Hi!" she said nervously. "I'm Claire."
"Hello, Claire, let's start by reading some script - start at page 34 and read 'till we tell you to stop."
Claire read the passage and enacted the various moods and emotions well. She was fully immersed in the role when the first woman said, "Okay, that's great. Would you mind waiting back in your dressing room while we confer?"
Claire obliged, turned on her heel and left the stage.
The four women began to discuss the pros and cons of each applicant. They decided that Claire was definitely the best of the bunch. Sylvia, the producer of the play said, "She's certainly got the character's personality and mannerisms correct. I think she'll do, but..."
The third woman, Rachel, interrupted her. "She's supposed to be a woman that's 250Lbs and has a big butt!"
"I know," continued Sylvia, "What can we do to get round this problem? She really is the best we've seen."
Julie, the fourth woman, raised her hand and announced, "I know just the person. Someone who can help us out, someone who will make her larger."
"Who is this then, Julie? How can they help? Do they make padded suits or something?" questioned Sylvia.
"Oh no, no, nothing as elaborate as that. No, I mean that she can make her get fat."
There was a stunned silence. Then after a short while, the second woman, Mel, asked, "How on earth can this woman make Claire get fat enough before the opening night?
"Simple," replied Julie, "she's a self confessed lesbian, and she feeds girls with her breast milk. She works over at the Bromsgrove Institute; she's a nutritionist who was working on a fast growth enhancing drug to promote fast growth of babies in the third world."
Mel looked at the other women; they all seemed to have a devious smile on their faces, thinking about what they could do to Claire.
Julie continued, "Mama Latte is what they call her, although her real name is Elizabeth or Liz as she prefers to be called. She got the name Mama Latte because of her breast milk - it was an experiment she carried out on herself with this new drug. It has a hundred times the calories of full cream and also has a component that makes babies feed well."
"There is a BUT, though, isn't there?" added Rachel.
"Well, yes, there was a problem," continued Julie. "She found that the experiment had caused her milk to be too rich for the babies and also that she could not reverse the effects of the drugs on her breasts. As a result, they grew to double their original size - now 52FF and her nipples are about an inch long and half an inch wide."
Julie noticed the other women squirming in their seats. The thought of such wonderful breasts was clearly stimulating, and knowing that Mama Latte was a lesbian had made them all wonder what it must be like to suck on such a delicious sounding pair of breasts. Even Julie herself found the thought of being fed like a baby by some super mother was highly erotic.
"Now, as I was saying, Mama Latte discovered something very much to her liking. She found out that the drug in her breast milk had an unexpected side effect; it was also an aphrodisiac. She found that if a girl started to suck on her tits, she would rapidly become so sexually excited that she could not stop herself from feeding on the rich milk. Mama would also get a huge orgasm from this. The only problem for the succession of girls that Mama had as lovers was that they all got very fat."
"We've got to meet this Mama Latte," said Sylvia. The rest agreed. They were all intrigued by the thought of this super fattening milk.
Rachel excused herself from the group and went off to the toilets. The talk of huge breasts and nipples spouting fattening milk was more than she could stand. She locked herself in to one of the cubicles.
She was trembling, not from fear but with pent-up sexual frustration. She fumbled with her loose jogging bottoms, untied the pull cord and thrust them to the floor, quickly and impatiently she tore down her knickers sat down on the toilet seat and began massaging her wet pussy. She couldn't get the image of being fattened up by a huge breasted woman out of her head; the more she thought about it the more frantically she fingered herself to a climax.
I have got to see this woman, she thought to herself.
She tidied herself up and redressed to meet back up with the others. Claire was waiting in the dressing room again. Just when she thought that she had been deserted, in came Sylvia, Rachel, Mel, and Julie.
"We would like to offer you the part of Pauline," announced Sylvia, "but there are some conditions."
"Conditions?" replied Claire.
"Now let us try to explain..."
The four women had decided to come up with a ploy to get Claire and Mama Latte together without arousing any suspicion on Claire's part. They had decided to tell Claire that the play demanded a scene in which there was a sexual encounter with another woman, and this encounter would require her to suck the woman's nipple for about 30 seconds.
Together they thought that it would be best to tell Claire that Mama Latte was a specialist in sexual acting techniques. She would show Claire how to overcome any problems she might have with doing something that she would not normally consider doing. Claire would be told to practice the nipple-sucking scene until she felt more confident. This they thought would be more than enough time to get Claire hooked on the fattening milk.
They had about six weeks to get Claire as fat as they needed, so after talking to her in the dressing room they waited for her reaction.
"Okay, let me get this right, you want me to do a scene where I have a lesbian encounter, and in which I've just got to suck another girl's tits."
"That's it. It is only about 30 seconds long - what do you say?" asked Sylvia.
Claire thought for a minute or so. She looked puzzled, then said, "I'm a little bit concerned about the nipple bit - do I have to do that?"
Julie spoke up and replied, "How would you like to get some professional acting coaching on this, to help you get used to the idea?"
"Yes, that would be good. I want to do the part, but I'm just a bit nervous about the sex scene. This person - who are they, and how can they help?"
"Well," answered Julie, "Her name is Liz, and she specializes in difficulties with acting parts of a sexual nature. She will take you through the scene and help you to overcome your fear or dislikes."
Claire slapped her hand on her knee and said, "That sounds great. I will definitely take the part, but there's just one more thing. I've had a quick read through of the script here, and the character Pauline is supposed to be quite fat - how are we going to get around that?"
The four women looked knowingly at each other, and more or less in unison said, "Don't worry about that, we'll think of something."
They made a date with Mama and Claire for two weeks time.
Rachel fumbled with the small card that she had picked up from Sylvia's desk. On it was the address of Mama Latte. She held it up and compared the numbers on the card and the door - this was the place.
She knocked on the heavy wooden door, which made a loud booming noise within. Faint footsteps could be heard hurrying over a stone floor. The door opened, and a tall woman with dark shoulder length hair, huge pert tits and noticeably prominent nipples stood before her. "Hi, I'm Rachel from the Palace Theatre. Can I talk to you about a new play that we're putting on?"
The woman in the doorway spoke softly and smiled, "Sure, welcome for now - and you can come in any time."
She led Rachel along a narrow hallway and into a comfortable room at the other end. Rachel kept looking at the woman's large tits, and marveled at how they didn't seem to droop or sag, just sway and wobble as she walked. Although the woman was wearing a large baggy tee shirt, it was easy to see the outline of her breasts.
Once inside the room, the woman turned and said, "Here, come in and sit down."
Rachel initially sat on a large deep armchair. The woman sat facing her and said, "No, come and sit here next to me."
Rachel did as she was asked. The woman looked at Rachel's lithe body, and seemed to be making some sort of mental notes. "I'm Liz, nice to meet you. You're a very attractive woman - has anyone ever told you that?"
Rachel stuttered and looked coyly away.
"Sorry, Rachel, I didn't mean to be quite so bold. Now what did you want to ask me?"
Rachel was slightly embarrassed and was conscious that she was turning red in the face. "Well it's just that, well, we... I've heard that they call you Mama Latte. I am curious to find out more about you."
Liz looked slightly surprised, but then mellowed and said, "How much do you want to know?"
Liz moved closer to Rachel and playfully rested her hand on her shoulder. Rachel was getting quite hot; she could sense Liz's sexual intent and was getting turned on. She leaned back in to the cushion and made it easier for Liz to see her blouse. As she did this, her nipples began to make themselves known.
"Wait there a minute, Rachel. I must just get of this hot tee shirt." Liz got up and went into another room.
Two minutes later she returned, she was now wearing a Chinese style silk top and matching leggings. The top was filled to capacity with her bulging tits; it seemed to thrust them outward an up even more. The soft shiny silk allowed her large nipples to poke pronounced peaks in the fabric. Liz came back to the chair and sat down beside Rachel again. "There, that's better, don't you think?"
Rachel was wide-eyed and speechless, squirming in her seat and conscious of her own display of sexual readiness. All she could do was reply in a faint little voice was "Beautiful!"
Liz raised her hand to Rachel's head and ran her fingers through her hair. "Are you sure you want me to talk about how I became Mama Latte? I think you would find it much more fun if I showed you instead."
She ran her fingers down the tresses of Rachel's hair, and then down her shoulder and lightly over her waiting nipple, which stood erect instantly. Rachel shuddered and stared at the fastenings on Liz's tunic.
Liz leaned in toward Rachel's face. "Would you like to see more?"
"Yea..." Before Rachel could reply, Liz moved her pouting lips over Rachel's, and, with the tip of her tongue, licked Rachel's lips seductively. Then she gently took hold of Rachel's hand, and placed it on her heaving chest. "Does this feel nice? Why don't you undo these little fasteners and see if you like what you see."
Rachel started to undo the clasps of the tunic with trembling hands. She undid three when suddenly the pressure of Liz's huge bust forced the remaining clasps open. Her tits almost leapt out at Rachel's face. They came to rest just in front of Rachel's watering mouth. Rachel was reduced to a quivering rubble; the sexual power of Liz's presence was overpowering; she was helpless - her body available for pleasuring. Liz ran her hands over her enormous breasts, cupping each one and offering it toward Rachel.
She whispered sensually, "Touch them, feel their roundness."
Rachel looked in awe at the perfect globes, and then focused on the nipples. They were big and brown, but still soft. She reached out an extended finger and lightly stroked the dormant mound that was Liz's nipple. The nipple seemed to darken slightly, and then began to rise. It got thicker and longer - and longer and longer until it was over an inch long. A small greasy drip began to form on the end. Liz rubbed the huge nipple with her finger and caught the drip on its tip. She offered her finger to Rachel's mouth and smeared it on her lips. Rachel's natural reaction was to lick her lips. The next instant she was in heaven; the taste was so full and sweet, smooth and creamy, she felt warm and very aroused.
Rachel was already getting wet; she pinched the rigid nipple and offered it to her watering mouth. She encompassed the whole thing in her lips, and then started to suck. There was a short pause then a small amount of creamy tasting milk dripped in to her mouth, followed by a steadily increasing flow. A sensation of sheer bliss came over Rachel, a warm feeling washed over her belly, she felt like she wanted to lie there floating forever.
Suddenly there was a massive surge of pleasure from her pussy; her tits had become extra sensitive and pink. After about 20 seconds she had the uncontrollable urge to suck faster and harder, she began to pull large amounts of milk in to her hungry mouth. "That's it, my baby, mama will make you grow nice and big,"
Liz began to explore Rachel's body, she moved her finger over her belly, and it was beginning to swell with the quantity of milk she was consuming. She began to fondle Rachel's own hard little nipples - Rachel moaned in appreciation. After about ten minutes Rachel's belly was rounding up, a delicate roll of fat was already forming and pushing a new round curve out from under the waistband of her joggers. Liz untied the pull cord. "Let's give you some growing room!" she said.
Then she pulled the joggers off, exposing Rachel's sexy lacy lingerie. She could see the fat forming on her thighs; they were plumping up along with the cheeks of her butt. Cute little love handles were forming around Rachel's waist, which was growing thicker by the minute. Finally, after about 20 minutes Rachel had a massive orgasm. She seemed to pass it on to Liz, who was shuddering with pleasure. The large nipple popped out of Rachel's mouth leaving a trickle of creamy milk running down her rounding chin.
After about an hour, Rachel awoke to find herself back in the chair. Her belly was round and soft with the newly acquired fat. She felt how tight her joggers were now, and how flabby and wobbly her legs and ass had become. Her over indulgence had taken its toll. She felt so cozy and wanted to have more milk, but Liz said no, she didn't want her to be sick. "You've taken enough for one day, my little dumpling!"
She smiled a seductive smile, "If you like the fuller feeling, you are always welcome to come around and see me. I would love to see you again. You will develop beautifully."
During the course of the next few days, Rachel's weight began to increase further, she was certainly filling out. She put on a large roll around her waist, and her butt became much rounder and fuller; her thighs were rubbing noticeably and she was getting a rounder face.
The following week the four women met up to discuss the progress of the play. Rachel came in; she was wearing a new pair of larger jogging bottoms - at least two sizes bigger than the original pair. They covered her larger body, but could do nothing to disguise the wobbling and shaking of all the soft fat within. The women looked at Rachel in surprise and disbelief.
Sylvia was the first to speak, "Er, hi, Rachel, we were wondering if you were going to show up today," then hesitantly added, "you seem to have put on some weight, haven't you?"
Rachel went pink in the face, and sheepishly admitted to her visit to Mama Latte. "I was so curious to find out if this woman could really do what Julie said she could. Well, I can safely say that the answer is a definite YES!"
"My word, you must have gained about 30 lbs!" blurted Mel. "What was she like? Tell us all about her - did you get turned on by her?"
Rachel sat down on a nearby stool. Her butt was now visibly overhanging to top; her thighs were spread wide and her belly nestled on their tops. Even the larger joggers were straining at the seams. "Well, actually, so far I've gained 37Lbs, mostly as you can see; around my belly. I've gone up two sizes in clothes, and my bra size has gone from a 36B to a 38C."
She adjusted her position on the tiny stool. "Liz was just wonderful. She is so sexy. I have never thought of myself as a lesbian, and have never had any crushes on other women. When I saw her and especially her beautiful tits, and those nipples - well, I just had to have them in my mouth. I knew the consequences of taking the milk, but I didn't seem to care. And now, I just want more. The feeling of all this extra fat on my body is so sensual - I actually feel like I want to get even fatter."
Mel looked at the other women; they were all staring at Rachel's bloated form. She wondered if they were all thinking the same thoughts, the same thoughts she was thinking - how she wanted to feel the fullness and softness of Rachel's fattened body. It seemed to draw her attention, suck her in to its soft mystery. The effect on the women was similar to the effect that pheromones have on animals. Mel thought that they would all end up as fat as barrels if they could not resist these strong urges.
Julie was having the same feelings, she decided to just go ahead and ask Rachel, "Rachel, you look fabulous; the weight has made you look so nice. Would you mind if I touched your soft belly. I mean, I just want to see...?"
"Don't worry, Julie. I would really love to show you my new body. I'm sure the others would also like to see - am I right, girls?"
They all replied, "Yes!" in unison.
Rachel stood up. She unfastened the pull cord on her joggers; her belly sprang forward an inch and quivered. She pulled up her tee shirt and exposed the flabby flesh of her stomach; she then bent down to pull her joggers off, causing about five rolls to form on her belly. She stood back up and removed her bra.
The women were speechless with wonder. Julie moved forward and placed her hand on Rachel's protruding belly. Sylvia did the same, as did Mel. In just moments the three women were squeezing, pinching, slapping and wobbling the soft fat of Rachel's body. Rachel was becoming aroused; her nipples hardened and became pinker. The next thing she knew was that a pair of lips softly began to kiss and nibble at them. A hand slid beneath the silk of her panties. The world began to spin; lights were flashing in her eyes and her whole body felt warm and weightless.
Time passed effortlessly. She opened her eyes and saw all of the women in similar states. She was smiling within; she knew she had to get these beauties to see Mama Latte. They all needed to be fattened up. They all WANTED to be fattened up. Above all, she wanted to get much fatter, much, much fatter.
Mama Latte
By Anonymous
(Migrated from the Weight Room Anonymous Archives)
Part One - The Plan
By Anonymous
(Migrated from the Weight Room Anonymous Archives)
Part One - The Plan
Claire stood in the dressing room she had been shown to. She was auditioning for a part in a new play by an up and coming playwright. Up 'til now she had gone to several auditions, all of which had not proved fruitful. There was a loud knock on the door and a voice outside said, "Time now!"
Claire opened the door and followed the stagehand to the audition room. Once inside, she could see four people, all women about 35 to 45, mostly slim and wealthy looking. The first called out, "Over here dear, let us get a good look at you."
Claire walked slowly over to the waiting women.
"Hi!" she said nervously. "I'm Claire."
"Hello, Claire, let's start by reading some script - start at page 34 and read 'till we tell you to stop."
Claire read the passage and enacted the various moods and emotions well. She was fully immersed in the role when the first woman said, "Okay, that's great. Would you mind waiting back in your dressing room while we confer?"
Claire obliged, turned on her heel and left the stage.
The four women began to discuss the pros and cons of each applicant. They decided that Claire was definitely the best of the bunch. Sylvia, the producer of the play said, "She's certainly got the character's personality and mannerisms correct. I think she'll do, but..."
The third woman, Rachel, interrupted her. "She's supposed to be a woman that's 250Lbs and has a big butt!"
"I know," continued Sylvia, "What can we do to get round this problem? She really is the best we've seen."
Julie, the fourth woman, raised her hand and announced, "I know just the person. Someone who can help us out, someone who will make her larger."
"Who is this then, Julie? How can they help? Do they make padded suits or something?" questioned Sylvia.
"Oh no, no, nothing as elaborate as that. No, I mean that she can make her get fat."
There was a stunned silence. Then after a short while, the second woman, Mel, asked, "How on earth can this woman make Claire get fat enough before the opening night?
"Simple," replied Julie, "she's a self confessed lesbian, and she feeds girls with her breast milk. She works over at the Bromsgrove Institute; she's a nutritionist who was working on a fast growth enhancing drug to promote fast growth of babies in the third world."
Mel looked at the other women; they all seemed to have a devious smile on their faces, thinking about what they could do to Claire.
Julie continued, "Mama Latte is what they call her, although her real name is Elizabeth or Liz as she prefers to be called. She got the name Mama Latte because of her breast milk - it was an experiment she carried out on herself with this new drug. It has a hundred times the calories of full cream and also has a component that makes babies feed well."
"There is a BUT, though, isn't there?" added Rachel.
"Well, yes, there was a problem," continued Julie. "She found that the experiment had caused her milk to be too rich for the babies and also that she could not reverse the effects of the drugs on her breasts. As a result, they grew to double their original size - now 52FF and her nipples are about an inch long and half an inch wide."
Julie noticed the other women squirming in their seats. The thought of such wonderful breasts was clearly stimulating, and knowing that Mama Latte was a lesbian had made them all wonder what it must be like to suck on such a delicious sounding pair of breasts. Even Julie herself found the thought of being fed like a baby by some super mother was highly erotic.
"Now, as I was saying, Mama Latte discovered something very much to her liking. She found out that the drug in her breast milk had an unexpected side effect; it was also an aphrodisiac. She found that if a girl started to suck on her tits, she would rapidly become so sexually excited that she could not stop herself from feeding on the rich milk. Mama would also get a huge orgasm from this. The only problem for the succession of girls that Mama had as lovers was that they all got very fat."
"We've got to meet this Mama Latte," said Sylvia. The rest agreed. They were all intrigued by the thought of this super fattening milk.
Rachel excused herself from the group and went off to the toilets. The talk of huge breasts and nipples spouting fattening milk was more than she could stand. She locked herself in to one of the cubicles.
She was trembling, not from fear but with pent-up sexual frustration. She fumbled with her loose jogging bottoms, untied the pull cord and thrust them to the floor, quickly and impatiently she tore down her knickers sat down on the toilet seat and began massaging her wet pussy. She couldn't get the image of being fattened up by a huge breasted woman out of her head; the more she thought about it the more frantically she fingered herself to a climax.
I have got to see this woman, she thought to herself.
She tidied herself up and redressed to meet back up with the others. Claire was waiting in the dressing room again. Just when she thought that she had been deserted, in came Sylvia, Rachel, Mel, and Julie.
"We would like to offer you the part of Pauline," announced Sylvia, "but there are some conditions."
"Conditions?" replied Claire.
"Now let us try to explain..."
The four women had decided to come up with a ploy to get Claire and Mama Latte together without arousing any suspicion on Claire's part. They had decided to tell Claire that the play demanded a scene in which there was a sexual encounter with another woman, and this encounter would require her to suck the woman's nipple for about 30 seconds.
Together they thought that it would be best to tell Claire that Mama Latte was a specialist in sexual acting techniques. She would show Claire how to overcome any problems she might have with doing something that she would not normally consider doing. Claire would be told to practice the nipple-sucking scene until she felt more confident. This they thought would be more than enough time to get Claire hooked on the fattening milk.
They had about six weeks to get Claire as fat as they needed, so after talking to her in the dressing room they waited for her reaction.
"Okay, let me get this right, you want me to do a scene where I have a lesbian encounter, and in which I've just got to suck another girl's tits."
"That's it. It is only about 30 seconds long - what do you say?" asked Sylvia.
Claire thought for a minute or so. She looked puzzled, then said, "I'm a little bit concerned about the nipple bit - do I have to do that?"
Julie spoke up and replied, "How would you like to get some professional acting coaching on this, to help you get used to the idea?"
"Yes, that would be good. I want to do the part, but I'm just a bit nervous about the sex scene. This person - who are they, and how can they help?"
"Well," answered Julie, "Her name is Liz, and she specializes in difficulties with acting parts of a sexual nature. She will take you through the scene and help you to overcome your fear or dislikes."
Claire slapped her hand on her knee and said, "That sounds great. I will definitely take the part, but there's just one more thing. I've had a quick read through of the script here, and the character Pauline is supposed to be quite fat - how are we going to get around that?"
The four women looked knowingly at each other, and more or less in unison said, "Don't worry about that, we'll think of something."
They made a date with Mama and Claire for two weeks time.
Rachel fumbled with the small card that she had picked up from Sylvia's desk. On it was the address of Mama Latte. She held it up and compared the numbers on the card and the door - this was the place.
She knocked on the heavy wooden door, which made a loud booming noise within. Faint footsteps could be heard hurrying over a stone floor. The door opened, and a tall woman with dark shoulder length hair, huge pert tits and noticeably prominent nipples stood before her. "Hi, I'm Rachel from the Palace Theatre. Can I talk to you about a new play that we're putting on?"
The woman in the doorway spoke softly and smiled, "Sure, welcome for now - and you can come in any time."
She led Rachel along a narrow hallway and into a comfortable room at the other end. Rachel kept looking at the woman's large tits, and marveled at how they didn't seem to droop or sag, just sway and wobble as she walked. Although the woman was wearing a large baggy tee shirt, it was easy to see the outline of her breasts.
Once inside the room, the woman turned and said, "Here, come in and sit down."
Rachel initially sat on a large deep armchair. The woman sat facing her and said, "No, come and sit here next to me."
Rachel did as she was asked. The woman looked at Rachel's lithe body, and seemed to be making some sort of mental notes. "I'm Liz, nice to meet you. You're a very attractive woman - has anyone ever told you that?"
Rachel stuttered and looked coyly away.
"Sorry, Rachel, I didn't mean to be quite so bold. Now what did you want to ask me?"
Rachel was slightly embarrassed and was conscious that she was turning red in the face. "Well it's just that, well, we... I've heard that they call you Mama Latte. I am curious to find out more about you."
Liz looked slightly surprised, but then mellowed and said, "How much do you want to know?"
Liz moved closer to Rachel and playfully rested her hand on her shoulder. Rachel was getting quite hot; she could sense Liz's sexual intent and was getting turned on. She leaned back in to the cushion and made it easier for Liz to see her blouse. As she did this, her nipples began to make themselves known.
"Wait there a minute, Rachel. I must just get of this hot tee shirt." Liz got up and went into another room.
Two minutes later she returned, she was now wearing a Chinese style silk top and matching leggings. The top was filled to capacity with her bulging tits; it seemed to thrust them outward an up even more. The soft shiny silk allowed her large nipples to poke pronounced peaks in the fabric. Liz came back to the chair and sat down beside Rachel again. "There, that's better, don't you think?"
Rachel was wide-eyed and speechless, squirming in her seat and conscious of her own display of sexual readiness. All she could do was reply in a faint little voice was "Beautiful!"
Liz raised her hand to Rachel's head and ran her fingers through her hair. "Are you sure you want me to talk about how I became Mama Latte? I think you would find it much more fun if I showed you instead."
She ran her fingers down the tresses of Rachel's hair, and then down her shoulder and lightly over her waiting nipple, which stood erect instantly. Rachel shuddered and stared at the fastenings on Liz's tunic.
Liz leaned in toward Rachel's face. "Would you like to see more?"
"Yea..." Before Rachel could reply, Liz moved her pouting lips over Rachel's, and, with the tip of her tongue, licked Rachel's lips seductively. Then she gently took hold of Rachel's hand, and placed it on her heaving chest. "Does this feel nice? Why don't you undo these little fasteners and see if you like what you see."
Rachel started to undo the clasps of the tunic with trembling hands. She undid three when suddenly the pressure of Liz's huge bust forced the remaining clasps open. Her tits almost leapt out at Rachel's face. They came to rest just in front of Rachel's watering mouth. Rachel was reduced to a quivering rubble; the sexual power of Liz's presence was overpowering; she was helpless - her body available for pleasuring. Liz ran her hands over her enormous breasts, cupping each one and offering it toward Rachel.
She whispered sensually, "Touch them, feel their roundness."
Rachel looked in awe at the perfect globes, and then focused on the nipples. They were big and brown, but still soft. She reached out an extended finger and lightly stroked the dormant mound that was Liz's nipple. The nipple seemed to darken slightly, and then began to rise. It got thicker and longer - and longer and longer until it was over an inch long. A small greasy drip began to form on the end. Liz rubbed the huge nipple with her finger and caught the drip on its tip. She offered her finger to Rachel's mouth and smeared it on her lips. Rachel's natural reaction was to lick her lips. The next instant she was in heaven; the taste was so full and sweet, smooth and creamy, she felt warm and very aroused.
Rachel was already getting wet; she pinched the rigid nipple and offered it to her watering mouth. She encompassed the whole thing in her lips, and then started to suck. There was a short pause then a small amount of creamy tasting milk dripped in to her mouth, followed by a steadily increasing flow. A sensation of sheer bliss came over Rachel, a warm feeling washed over her belly, she felt like she wanted to lie there floating forever.
Suddenly there was a massive surge of pleasure from her pussy; her tits had become extra sensitive and pink. After about 20 seconds she had the uncontrollable urge to suck faster and harder, she began to pull large amounts of milk in to her hungry mouth. "That's it, my baby, mama will make you grow nice and big,"
Liz began to explore Rachel's body, she moved her finger over her belly, and it was beginning to swell with the quantity of milk she was consuming. She began to fondle Rachel's own hard little nipples - Rachel moaned in appreciation. After about ten minutes Rachel's belly was rounding up, a delicate roll of fat was already forming and pushing a new round curve out from under the waistband of her joggers. Liz untied the pull cord. "Let's give you some growing room!" she said.
Then she pulled the joggers off, exposing Rachel's sexy lacy lingerie. She could see the fat forming on her thighs; they were plumping up along with the cheeks of her butt. Cute little love handles were forming around Rachel's waist, which was growing thicker by the minute. Finally, after about 20 minutes Rachel had a massive orgasm. She seemed to pass it on to Liz, who was shuddering with pleasure. The large nipple popped out of Rachel's mouth leaving a trickle of creamy milk running down her rounding chin.
After about an hour, Rachel awoke to find herself back in the chair. Her belly was round and soft with the newly acquired fat. She felt how tight her joggers were now, and how flabby and wobbly her legs and ass had become. Her over indulgence had taken its toll. She felt so cozy and wanted to have more milk, but Liz said no, she didn't want her to be sick. "You've taken enough for one day, my little dumpling!"
She smiled a seductive smile, "If you like the fuller feeling, you are always welcome to come around and see me. I would love to see you again. You will develop beautifully."
During the course of the next few days, Rachel's weight began to increase further, she was certainly filling out. She put on a large roll around her waist, and her butt became much rounder and fuller; her thighs were rubbing noticeably and she was getting a rounder face.
The following week the four women met up to discuss the progress of the play. Rachel came in; she was wearing a new pair of larger jogging bottoms - at least two sizes bigger than the original pair. They covered her larger body, but could do nothing to disguise the wobbling and shaking of all the soft fat within. The women looked at Rachel in surprise and disbelief.
Sylvia was the first to speak, "Er, hi, Rachel, we were wondering if you were going to show up today," then hesitantly added, "you seem to have put on some weight, haven't you?"
Rachel went pink in the face, and sheepishly admitted to her visit to Mama Latte. "I was so curious to find out if this woman could really do what Julie said she could. Well, I can safely say that the answer is a definite YES!"
"My word, you must have gained about 30 lbs!" blurted Mel. "What was she like? Tell us all about her - did you get turned on by her?"
Rachel sat down on a nearby stool. Her butt was now visibly overhanging to top; her thighs were spread wide and her belly nestled on their tops. Even the larger joggers were straining at the seams. "Well, actually, so far I've gained 37Lbs, mostly as you can see; around my belly. I've gone up two sizes in clothes, and my bra size has gone from a 36B to a 38C."
She adjusted her position on the tiny stool. "Liz was just wonderful. She is so sexy. I have never thought of myself as a lesbian, and have never had any crushes on other women. When I saw her and especially her beautiful tits, and those nipples - well, I just had to have them in my mouth. I knew the consequences of taking the milk, but I didn't seem to care. And now, I just want more. The feeling of all this extra fat on my body is so sensual - I actually feel like I want to get even fatter."
Mel looked at the other women; they were all staring at Rachel's bloated form. She wondered if they were all thinking the same thoughts, the same thoughts she was thinking - how she wanted to feel the fullness and softness of Rachel's fattened body. It seemed to draw her attention, suck her in to its soft mystery. The effect on the women was similar to the effect that pheromones have on animals. Mel thought that they would all end up as fat as barrels if they could not resist these strong urges.
Julie was having the same feelings, she decided to just go ahead and ask Rachel, "Rachel, you look fabulous; the weight has made you look so nice. Would you mind if I touched your soft belly. I mean, I just want to see...?"
"Don't worry, Julie. I would really love to show you my new body. I'm sure the others would also like to see - am I right, girls?"
They all replied, "Yes!" in unison.
Rachel stood up. She unfastened the pull cord on her joggers; her belly sprang forward an inch and quivered. She pulled up her tee shirt and exposed the flabby flesh of her stomach; she then bent down to pull her joggers off, causing about five rolls to form on her belly. She stood back up and removed her bra.
The women were speechless with wonder. Julie moved forward and placed her hand on Rachel's protruding belly. Sylvia did the same, as did Mel. In just moments the three women were squeezing, pinching, slapping and wobbling the soft fat of Rachel's body. Rachel was becoming aroused; her nipples hardened and became pinker. The next thing she knew was that a pair of lips softly began to kiss and nibble at them. A hand slid beneath the silk of her panties. The world began to spin; lights were flashing in her eyes and her whole body felt warm and weightless.
Time passed effortlessly. She opened her eyes and saw all of the women in similar states. She was smiling within; she knew she had to get these beauties to see Mama Latte. They all needed to be fattened up. They all WANTED to be fattened up. Above all, she wanted to get much fatter, much, much fatter.
