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It was Halloween night as Allie walked through her apartment door, dressed as cute skeleton in a witches costume. She carried a large Scarlett red colored burlap sack filled to brim with various sweet treats, while her protruding stomach stuck out twelve inches in front of her petite body frame. Her hair long was dyed a bright pink color, a long with having toxic green colored highlights in her hair as well. Her Hazel colored eyes glowed with excitement, eager to sit down and eat her sweet treats from tonight’s gathering. It wasn’t everyday that she could go out and stuff herself without restraint, while having worried eyes looking at her with both confusion and fright. Halloween was Allies favorite holiday, besides thanksgiving or any other holiday that revolved around eating. When she got to her burgundy colored sofa, she sat down on it with a hard thud; feeling her swollen stomach jostle into the flesh of her thickening thighs. It growled with hunger, demanding the celebrating

saw this in my dreams last night... A fun day at the theme park; hand in hand her boyfriend and herself were having a blast. Their relationship has been a long lasting one with no end in site through thick and thin. Together they had been on several rides already throughout the day and eager for more. Excitedly they both stood in line for their next fun filled rushed. Both watching the theme park ride run its course with smiles on their faces eager with anticipation. The ride appears to move very fast whirling on its track. With little warning the ride looses control, pieces of long structural pipe coming apart. She dives to the ground as the pipe comes to a stop nearly crushing her head. Adrenalin rushing she squirms out from under the entanglement of what was once a ride. Her boyfriend helps pull her out; both great full and shocked to be ok. Together they hurry to check other riders. She pulls a small boy out of his seat on the ride gently laying him flat on the ground. The boy is so pale she gasps. Her boyfriend joins her crouching over the young boy while everyone around them continues about their own chaos. She rubs the young child's chest to help restore blood flow to his heart. The child's vacant eyes stare up at the sky while his mouth gaped open. She was positive he would die but kept stimulating his blood flow; she couldn't give up on him. The child began to regain some color, she hurriedly looked around her for his parents but no one came their way. She looks back down at him his facial expression unchanged but skin becoming red. Unsure of what was going on her boyfriend and her watched in shock as the boy became more red. The child seemed to slowly shrink bringing great alarm to them both whom could only watch the horror unfold. She screamed for this child's parents for help no one stepped forward. She grabbed the very small boy in her arms uncertain of her next move. Before her eyes he regressed into what looked like a fetus, no longer resembling the previous shape of the boy she once held in her arms. Terrified her boyfriend and her began to run to the front of the amusement park. In her cupped hands she watched as pinkish red parts began forming a cord and placenta connecting to the fetus. At that point the fetus was now complete and began to slowly move. Her boyfriend and her stopped and stared into her cupped hands. Her boyfriend looked into her face and said we can't let him die. She nodded in agreement knowing a fetus can't survive outside the body. Her boyfriend took a step back and pointed to a bathroom. He then turned and sat at a picnic table. She momentarily watched his actions before running to the bathroom. They had been together so long their actions were alike. Her eyes adjusted to the lower light as she ran to the last and largest stall. Odd since she knew she was in a rush and always chose the first stalls. The bathroom was quiet and empty. She kept the slowly moving fetus in one hand as she pulled down her pants with her other. Using her fingers she separated her vaginal lips to expose a better opening of her vaginal canal. She brought her cupped hand close to her now exposed vaginal opening and the fetus immediately slithered up into her cervix. She was surprised by the amount of force this tiny human was able to make on its way inside of her. The noise it made in doing so stuck in her mind a soft sort of wet almost slurp. She could feel the fetus travel up and through her cervix, what she could only explain like a soft toy slimy hand would feel being pulled into her uterus string and all. She stood motionless in her surprised state; fingers still holding her vaginal lips. This was certainly not what she was expecting to happen, but then again she didn't know what she was going to do in the first place. This was all a very strange encounter and yet her actions and thoughts were driven by another force as that it was natural. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror through the door crack still motionless and dumbfounded. She felt a small pressure as the fetus positioned itself comfortably inside her womb. She released her her fingers standing up straight and readjusting her pants. She pushed the bathroom stall door open and stared at herself in the mirror one hand running over her now occupied womb. She didn't know what would happen now: would her belly begin to grow? Would this be a normal pregnancy? What about this boys poor parents they would never find their child again. She felt lost with these racing thoughts. The only comfort was knowing her boyfriend was waiting just outside those doors for her in full support. She also felt great comfort in knowing this boy wasn't dead and she had saved him. She blinked after what seemed like an eternity of standing there, turned and walked out to join her boyfriend. As she stepped out into the light he stood up from the bench he sat at and came to her side. Silently he also ran his large warm hand over her expecting womb. He took her hand and looked into her eyes caringly, neither of them speaking for neither knew what to say. She knew he had the same rushing thoughts as her and came to the same conclusion. Silently they slowly began to walk the park together still in shock.

29-year-old Mitsuru Ai sighed with resignation as another day comes to her cramped yet modest apartment in Downtown Tokyo, the only window that her place has being one that overlooks the Ginza district, where passersby and cars move about in seemingly perfect sync to the hustle and bustle of Japan’s capital megacity. A chronic “black company worker” as she calls herself due to limited livelihood prospects from her meager upbringing and highest educational attainment being that of a sophomore in Waseda University as well as her somewhat mute personality when it comes to social interactions, she was forced to bust herself deep in working for shady companies that had little if any in the way of employment standards and as such, she had issues with overwork that teeters near to burnout, lower than average if not delayed pay, and harsh superiors who took advantage of her sorry state by backhanded compliments and disadvantageous office politics. Eventually from her last “black

It was a quiet afternoon on a university campus, Lily, a young girl with long, straight dark hair, with a slim and elegant body who led a fairly routine life. She was in her second year of college, focused on her computer science studies. Her day began early, often before dawn, as she loved to take advantage of the quiet mornings to review her notes and advance her projects. Over time, her room had become a personal refuge, a mix of minimalist aesthetics and programming books piled on his desk. Although her life was focused on university and her academic ambitions, Lily had a secret interest in photography. She often glanced at the camera she kept on her desk, a gift from an ex-boyfriend with a passion for photography who had taught her some basic tricks before her relationship ended. Lily had been working on a coding project. Despite her focus on the codes, a part of her mind wandered between lines of programming and the images she wanted to capture with her camera. The sun was

This Story is one of my favorites of all time and I always thought there could have been some more added to it near the end so I added some more content to this great classic story. Thank you Dr Enlarge for your great works Water Weight By DrEnlarge "Don't even scratch her or she might still explode" copyright 1996 Bernie Thigpen waited patiently at the elevation train depot. In his hand he cradled the one thing that could make him a rich man: a plastic vial of Dehydrated Water. Bernie, a lanky 28 year old, had been working overtime on his doctorate thesis when he'd stumbled upon a way to condense and package water. One miscroscopic granule of what Bernie laughingly called "hard water" would rehydrate into a whole cup of the liquid stuff. All it took was one drop of water to set the chemical chain reaction into motion. Behind him, a really cute girl emerged from the end of the escalator. Her reddish-brown hair swayed gently in the afternoon breeze. Bernie turned and saw her 5' 1" figure walking in his direction, a purple fuzzy angora sweater cut low and short black skirt draped nicely over her cherub-like figure. Their eyes met briefly and Bernie looked away first, a small smile crossing his lips. He couldn't wait to be rich and famous. Then he'd be able to get any women he wanted, even the one standing right behind him now. The train began pulling into the station. Bernie stole glances at the girl behind him. How he'd wished for a bit of a spine. He'd longed for the day when he could just whirl around and say "hi" to any woman that struck his fancy. But his was not that day and he had to be content with keeping his mind on his job of delivering his invention to the patent office. With a woosh the doors opened and Bernie began to board the train. Now the problem with being too eager sometimes is that you forget your surroundings. Bernie realized this as he saw a flood of people exiting the doorway as he headed in. When the business man stuck Bernie's shoulder, his first instinct was to protect the vial. However, since it was already airborne, all he could do was curse as he got sideswiped by another commutor with a stroller. When the flow of people stopped, he began searching the ground for his vial. He spotted it just as he heard the door chime sound off. They were going to close! Quickly he leaned down to get it and his head bumped into the black skirt of the lady that was behind him. She was hurriedly trying to get around Bernie and into the train. Embarrassed, he continued reaching for the vial when he noticed it had been opened. Almost half of the contents were missing! Frantically he snatched up the cork that had been on the top and, placing it back in the vial, bolted for the door. His left leg caught the door just as it was closing and the doors retracted automatically to allow him to enter. Bernie wasted little time in assessing the damage done by his little run-in with rush hour traffic. A good portion of the dust-like substance was gone. Bernie looked back at the spot on the concrete where the vial had landed. There was a bit of the dust there, but hardly enough to account for the amount he'd lost. As the train began slowly to pull away, he wondered what would happen when the custodial personnel tried to mop that dirt up. As best as he could figure, with that amount they'd have a fairly large mess to contend with. As Bernie stood there watching the spot move away, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Startled, he spun around, half expecting to see one of the many vagrants that ride the transit looking for spare change for booze. Instead, he was face to face with the woman he'd collided with just moments before. Her face was stunning. A perfect button nose, two big eyes with just the right amount of makeup and chipmunk-cheeks that made anyone want to pinch them. "Excuse me," she began, "but do you have a Kleenex?" "Um ... no ... wait ... maybe," Bernie stammered, trying desperately to think of a cloth-like substance he might have on him that might substitute for a Kleenex. His hands frantically patted down every pocket he had, taking immediate stock of their contents just from the touch. He realized he had nothing that would work. Raising his eyes to meet hers, he couldn't believe he was missing an opportunity like this. From this day forward he swore never to leave the apartment without a hundred Kleenex stashed on him. "No ... I'm sorry, Miss ... I don't seem to have one," Bernie replied in a sad tone. She nodded and then shyly began to wipe something from her cleavage with her sleeve. Within seconds, though, she stopped and a puzzled look washed over her face. Bernie couldn't help but let his eyes be drawn towards where she was looking. Her ivory-white smallish breasts were being hopefully pushed together and up by what seemed to Bernie to be a push-up bra. The girl's faint cleavage bore a hint of make-up which seemed to vanish as he watched. Almost on cue, Bernie and the girl looked up and knew what each had been doing. Bernie got so embarrassed that he turned his head and thocked it against the support bar next to where he was standing. The girl covered herself and looked to see if anyone else had been watching her, blushing heavily. As Bernie's brain began to break through his embarrassment, he realised something. The dusty powder on the girl's chest could have been the hard water material. His eyes grew wide as this thought crossed his mind. He'd never contemplated human interaction with the powder yet! Its size would indeed allow it to pass through the skin into the body, but he'd never worried about it at the lab due to the fact he was always well protected. His mind raced as he looked back at the girl, this time with a look of fear adorning his face. The girl wasn't looking at Bernie or anyone else this time. She seemed to be studying her chest again and with a look of concern. Just as Bernie looked down to see what she was staring at, a lady on the overly-crowded train pushed in between them with her girth and blocked his view. Bernie quickly began to bob his head around, trying to see anything more of the girl, but it was in vain. Around to the left of his position, he saw a 40-ish businessman turn his head slightly in the girl's position, stare for a moment with a small grin, then return back to his paper. To Bernie's right a grunge-looking youth was staring in what could be the direction of the girl's figure. As he studied the youth, he could tell that the lad was becoming less obvious about what he was staring at and then noticed that he tapped his girlfriend on her tattooed shoulder and pointed in the girl's direction. Bernie looked back towards the businessman. His eyes were looking back in the girl's direction, but this time his grin was replaced with a look of disbelief. Something was happening behind the glacier of a woman that had oozed between him and the girl. Frantically, Bernie looked for a path around Mount Womanhood, but bodies were jammed in pretty tight and there seemed no polite way around. The train jolted for a brief second, tossing the behemoth backwards a bit. A passage of space opened for a moment and Bernie's heart stopped cold. The girl was standing there, looking panicky, her arms wrapped around her chest. Even so, the train's jolt was still reverberating in her now D-Cupped bosom. Her chest was bigger! Her eyes met his briefly before the landmass of flesh shifted back into her original sight-blocking position. Bernie stood very still, trying to think about what was happening. The powder had obviously landed on that poor woman's chest and due to its nature had sunk in. The growth meant that it was reacting with the water in her body, but thinking about how much reaction there would be made Bernie nervous. He tried to calculate the amount of hard water still in the vial compared to the amount he'd seen on the landing at the stop, but he couldn't comprehend just how much that left unaccounted. He stopped trying to figure it out when he heard the businessman talk. "Are you OK, ma'am?" the older gentleman asked shakily. His eyes were fixed at below eye level, Bernie noticed. He heard a reply, but it was too quiet to pick out the words. From the tone, however, he could tell it was the girl and she was frightened. Big Bertha finally noticed something other than the candy bar she was munching on and turned her head to observe the commotion. Once she saw what was going on, she backed up in surprise, much to the dismay of the people she crushed behind her. Bernie saw the opening and this time instead of looking through it he maneuvered into the spot. He didn't have much room, though, for the girl had seen the same opening and had taken a step forward to give her new self more room. Bernie stopped himself just before he collided with the girl's DD chest. His jaw dropped as he saw her milky-white breasts straining against her purple sweater, pulling the V-neck further away from her body and showing six inches of cleavage. Her dainty hands again cupped themselves around her new growth, trying vainly to contain and stop their further expansion. Long red nails on both hands were hard pressed against the full sweater, but Bernie instantly saw that her jugs were plump and her hands sunk deep into them. "What's going on?" the girl said to no one in particular. By now, all within sight of the girl were looking at the spectacle. Slowly her breasts were filling up her sweater to the breaking point. Bernie saw through the sides of her v-neck that her bra straps were loose. She must have busted her bra moments before. No way an B-cup bra could've stood up to those mounds. Her eyes were wide open and her cute little mouth was slack as she stared at what everyone else was staring at. Bernie watched the outside of her right breast to gauge how fast she was growing. As he stared, he actually saw her boob inflate wider and fuller, stretching her V-neck still further apart and further down. The sides of her tits were now far enough out that they were growing out past her arms which she still had across her ever-enlarging chest. By now, the whole train was crowding in, trying to see the girl that was getting bigger boobs by the second. The girl, giving up the vain attempt to cover herself by crossing her arms, slid her arms apart. Bernie heard the sweater strain even over the sound of the train. Her fingernails slid over her super-tight sweater as she released her boobs slowly from her hold, but she stopped short of fully dropping her arms. Now, she was cupping each breast with the same-sided hand, pulling them towards her body and in turn, out further. She could almost rest her arms on the bulk of her sideways growth. Her head popped up and scanned each face quickly for signs of help from anyone. "Oh, my God!" one man said quietly. Her chest continued to balloon. Tears were beginning under her arms. When the first one began, everyone looked, including the girl, towards the sound. Her face grimaced a bit. The sweater really looked tight on her now. Her midriff was now showing as her sweater's bottom had begun to crawl up her body towards the underside of her volleyball- sized boobs. Her little hands looked so small compared to her massing melons and they were moving outwards more and more. The bottom of her breasts was above her navel until she showed signs of fatigue and began letting them drop. They sagged slightly, just hiding her belly button, but Bernie could tell that they were getting tighter. One woman beside Bernie fainted, but no one cared. "I need help! Someone help me!" the girl cried, her grip on the front of her growing gazongas getting looser due to her ever-tightening skin. The business man was almost drooling as his glazed-over eyes soaked in every new inch of her. The grunge boy began to reach out his had to touch her boob when his girlfriend knocked his hand back. Bernie shook his head and came to his senses. He was responsible for this problem, he'd have to find a way to solve it before ... before something bad happened. Bernie cleared his throat and tried to quiet the croud. Even with everyone trying to back away from the girl's body, there wasn't much room left for her to grow without touching someone. As the crowd quietened, you could hear the staggered sound of her shirt ripping bit by bit down the side. Her big eyes looked hopefully towards his, almost tearfilled. "I know what's happening here," Bernie said. Everyone looked his way. As he opened his mouth to continue, he paused. What was he going to say next? He had no idea how to help this ballooning body stop. All he could do was try to figure out how much hard water had she absorbed. "Ma'am," he said to the straining face of the girl. "That dust that fell on you. How much was there?" "Oh, God, my breasts feel so big!" she grunted, almost pulling at her sweater. "Uh ... I don't remember. It covered my chest when I first looked down, but then," she drifted off, trying to arch her back a bit. Her breasts were really growing now, every jostle that the train caused was amplified by her bulbous front. It would have been worse except her tight top was still - barely - containing her. Cleavage was squeezing out of the V-neck so much that it looked like someone was baking bread and the dough was rising. From her sides more and more tit flesh was breaking through. Wouldn't be long before her sweater ruptured. Bernie could see the beginnings of blue veins in her skin. "Something is rushing into my boobs! God, I can feel them blowing up! Mister, you gotta stop them! I'm getting huge!" "Umm ..." Bernie thought. That much hard water could spell trouble for this young woman if she was right. He needed to get the water out that was in there before she got too big and exploded. Since the hard water was probably reacting with her milk glands, Bernie decided that she needed to give milk. But he didn't know how fast someone would be able to suckle her chest, surely not fast enough to stop her growth. RIP! The girl's sweater gave up and split down both sides. The front went limp and rested against her chest. It did little to conceal her mammoth mounds, even when she grabbed the bottom part and tried to stretch it to cover her distended nipples. Her areolae were as wide as a plate now and they looked very taut. She looked comical trying to cover her beachball-sized breasts. They took up her entire torso, spreading down to below her belt and out past her elbows. She gave up trying to gather herself from the side and stretched her arms over the center of both breasts, just barely reaching her life-saver-sized nipples. "Ok...everyone...she's going to get much bigger if we don't figure out a way to milk her fast!" Bernie shouted. "Does anyone here have any idea how we can do that?" "How big am I going to get?" the girl shouted, leaning back against the door now. She was really having a hard time standing now. "I'm too big as it is! Just look at me! I can't get any bigger, mister. My skin is getting so tight!" she pleaded, looking like she'd welcome it if someone just stuck her with a pin. "Why don't we just pop them?" someone suggested, reading the girl's mind. Bernie considered it before someone spoke up. "No, you can't. That little hole in her skin would probably let loose a torrent of ... whatever's blowing her up. I'm a doctor and although I've never seen this before," the old man said, pointing at the girl's tits still blowing up bigger and bigger," we can't just poke a hole in her side." "I'm going to pop soon anyway, I can feel it!" the girl shouted, gripping her teats with her fingernails. "If someone doesn't do something soon, I'm going to pop myself! I can't take this pressure ... it keeps coming into me, making my boobs heavier and heavier!" The doctor made his way to the front of the semi-circle around the girl and instructed two people on each side of the girl to grab her arms and keep her nails away from her tits. She fought them at first, sensing this might be her last chance to stop her growth, and began to slap her chest, clawing with her nails after each downstroke. Her colossal chest bounced angrily, but didn't blow. As they secured her arms, she slid to the floor, her chest reaching out past the hem of her skirt and almost up to her chin. She looked helplessly out at the people around her, the tattered purple sweater up around her neck like a bib with her engorged mammaries flowing out from under it. The floor must have been cold, because as soon as her tits hit the ground, her nipples stood out a good inch more, looking rock hard. The doctor stood in awe, as did the rest of the people around the girl. Her eyes darted from one breast to the other as they grew rounder and fuller. "My boobs! Look at my boobs!" she said hysterically. "They're not stopping! I'm too full! God, they're so tight! Please ... do something before they blow!" Thinking, the doctor looked like he'd had an idea just as the girl screamed and writhed on the ground, almost breaking loose from the two men holding her arms away from her billowing breasts. "Ahhh! I can feel something blowing them up faster! What's happening?" she screamed, looking directly at Bernie. "You! Look at my tits, they're growing faster!" Bernie indeed looked and saw that they were stretching wider and further from her body more quickly now. He didn't have the heart to tell her that with more liquid in her glands, the more the hard water would unfold and fill her tits. "Never mind that. We need to make her climax, now!" the doctor said directly. People were trying to back away ever further now, forcing others on the train to stand on seats or get pressed against the walls. The girl's breasts were very blue veined now and her white skin was stretched so tight it almost looked shiny. People around her that couldn't move any further were having their feet covered by her ever-expanding hooters. The girl moved her legs apart a bit underneath her tits, but they were so heavy and had almost reached past her knees now that she couldn't make them move far. "OK!" shouted the doctor. "You, ma'am. You're in front of her. You've got to get down there and make her climax now or she'll explode!" the doctor said, pointing at a model wanna-be teen. The model looked shocked and shook her head, but already people around her were pushing her down towards the girl's cleavage. "I'm not doing this!" the model shouted, her head almost bouncing into the girl's distended cleavage. "I'm not a lesbian!" "You don't have to be, just get her to cum! You're the only one who has a chance of reaching her ... use your hand!" Bernie touted in, looking on as he saw the model lie flat on her stomach. She shook her head again, but then began moving her right hand underneath the girl's cleavage. "Everyone who can, gently move back so we can seperate her cleavage a bit and let that girl reach her clit!" the doctor ordered. The crowd didn't move, they had nowhere to go. "OK, then, pull her breasts apart GENTLY, everyone who can," he commanded. Everyone that could reach into the center of weather balloon-sized bust began to slowly tug on the tight yet watery mass of boob flesh. "Stop ... you're going to make me pop! Oh, God, I'm growing more and more each time I breathe! I'm covering my feet almost! She's never going to reach me!" the girl panted. Bernie now could feel her tits against his legs and groin. They grew and grew, pressing into him tighter and tighter as they continued to wedge into the crowd around her. His cock was right above her huge nipple and he moved his legs apart so it could go right under his nuts. Her head disappeared as her massive boobs grew up against her human bra. The people holding her arms still continued to do so, but Bernie could only see that they were holding something and not her arms anymore. It wouldn't be long before her tits completely covered her head, and she knew it. "My God, look at my breasts! They're getting hard! I'm going to explode, I just know it! God, the skin near me has stopped stretching! I can feel my skin stretching faster around my nipples! Oh Jesus, this is what balloons do just before they pop! I'm getting ready to blow up! God, my tits are getting enormous!" she yelled. People began to panic. They were speeding towards the next stop with a girl about to explode on an electric train. No telling what that was going to do to the train itself. Bernie could feel that the girl was right, her nipple was pushing into him faster and faster, trying to lift him up. "Look out, she's going to blow!" someone yelled from the crowd. A small scream was let out, probably from the girl, Bernie thought. There seemed no hope for the poor blimp-chested girl. The model was dragged out from underneath the girl's boobs, her face red from the pressure. "Here, use this!" a voice said from behind Bernie. A mop was handed to him overhead. He quickly handed the tool to the model, who dropped again to the floor, just out of range of the girl's massing mountains. She began quickly working the mop down between her cleavage. "God, I'm growing faster! I'm blowing up like a water balloon!" the girl cried. She suddenly began gasping. "I think I found it!" the model cried, her head being slowly pushed back by the girl's quickening growth. Bernie saw the mass of mammaries before him start to shake. She was either responding to the mop handle or was about to burst. "Oh God, that hurts!" the girl cried, but she continued to groan. "God, I can feel it building inside me! I'm going to pop!" No one knew whether she was referring to her chest or the orgasm, but everyone held their breath. The model let out a grunt as she thrust the mop hard into the Boobs from Hell. A shrill scream came from the girl's direction. Bernie looked across her girl's impossibly large breasts, now eye-level to him. He could see the mass of her boobs quake and shiver. Everyone closed their eyes, thinking she was going to burst. But just then Bernie felt the log-like nipple still between his legs kick and jump. Yells of shock came from all around behind him. He felt something rushing through the skin of her nipple. She'd climaxed! "Don't be alarmed, she's just cycling the liquid out!" the doctor yelled. "Her nipples should be able to handle the strain of the outburst of liquid." Everyone sighed in relief, except for those getting soaked. Bernie smiled as the motion underneath his member continued. "So this is what the spin cycle feels like?" he murmured to himself. He felt water rush around his feet. This train was going to get wet, fast. "Someone hit the emergency lever and kill the power to the train!" a voice in the back yelled. There was a tinkle of glass and everyone felt the train slow. Bernie felt the huge breast infront of him as it slowly deflated. The girl was still moaning and shrieking: apparently she was still climaxing with all this activity going on in her body. Bernie felt the nipple recede and he relaxed his leg-grip on her teat. It flipped up past his groin and pounded his chest with a torrent of milk. He tried to hold his hands up against the stream, but that just diverted the spray into everyone else. He was going to get soaked, regardless. Over the loud spray, he heard the girl still belting out orgasmic shrieks. Then ... "Ohgod ohgod ohGod OhGOD!" the girl cried. "It's not stopping! I'm...uuhhhhh.." she cried between ecstasy-filled groans. "I still feel....*gasp*...feel it blowing ....uhhhh...blowing my tits up!" Bernie noticed right away that her huge nipple and shiny areola, distorted so much that it was the size of a trash can lid and barely noticeable, was indeed not receding anymore. The milk still rushed from her bottle-sized nipples, but the hard water inside her system must still be unfolding converting to milk, and at an increased rate. She was still growing. "UHHH...I'm coming....Ohhh..I'm coming too much," she strained. "I'm going to pass out! God, uhhhhh ... why am I not bursting?!?" The girl's boobs swelled dangerously bigger. They had again reached the point at which they had previously stopped growing, and passed it. Bernie could almost see the point the girl had made about her breast flesh. Near the top, he could see her boobs stop growing upwards at a staggering rate, and start growing forward. In mere moments the leading edge of that growth would reach her areola, then her nipples. He felt her cool, slick skin press against his arms and her fountaining nipple buried itself in his chest. "Oh, God, I'm clogging her nipple!" a man said from Bernie's left. Just then, Bernie's milk-flow stopped as her nipple bent up against his chest and grew up towards his chin. "Mine too!" Bernie yelled. "Someone behind me move!" But no one could. With a cataclysmic yell, the girl screamed and her breasts heaved forward, no longer being drained by her nipples. Bernie watched in horror as the odd growth pattern on her breast grew directly towards her areola. As soon as it reached it, it began puffing it outward rapidly. "OH GOD! MY TITS!" the girl bellowed. "THEY'RE EXPLODING!" Bernie felt her nipple thrust into his chest more and more, getting harder every second. Her areola swelled so fast it struck him in the head like a punch. He could hear her skin squeak as it filled to the breaking point. "SOMEONE HELP!" the girl moaned. "I WANT TO POP! THEY'RE GROWING OVER MY HEAD! OH ... OH..OH.OH!" she screamed and Bernie could hear someone slapping on them as the sound carried inside her liquid filled tits. She completely filled this end of the train, her breasts mashed against the ceiling. Bernie suddenly felt the nipple try to straighten out. The growth had reached the nipple. She could grow no more. "I'M GOING TO BURST!!!" she yelled, slightly muffled by her skin, Bernie figured. He closed his eyes, not knowing what to expect next. Then, all at once, the pressure that had been crushing him stopped. He felt her nipple quiver against his body and under his chin, but no more growth happened. Meanwhile the other nipple slipped by the other passengers the growing breast clearing a path pressing one passenger after the other against the walls.  A thick busty passenger was trying to make her way through the crowd away from the growing breast as it was gaining steam not far behind as it found its new found freedom.  The busty passenger reached the back of the train car frantically trying to open the door, but it would not open because the power was off on the train.  She was in such a panic she failed to see the emergency release lever so she grabbed a fire extinguisher and attempted to brake out the small window on the door.  The glass was shatter resistant but with enough hits the whole window was knocked free from the seals.  The window was fairly small and at chest level.  She started to attempt to climb out the window,  she was barely able to squeeze her large bosom through the opening but there was one more obstacle.  Not only was the woman blessed up top, she also was sporting some beautifully wide hips which prevented the rest of her body out of the train.  As the breast was surging toward the woman,  the nipple seemed to be on a mission.  The throbbing rod was approaching its destination,  there was a tunnel under a plaid miniskirt that the nipple was pointing right at.  As the woman struggled she felt a pressure on her nether regions, harder and harder until...there was a scream from the trapped woman, the thick long rod that protracted just entered the stuck woman.  She couldn't believe what just happened but she also was oddly turned on the warm pulsating member throbbed as the breast ran out of room to grow. The penetrated woman felt another odd sensation, it felt like her snatch was rhythmically contracting, but the opposite of that was actually the truth. With each throb the nipple was growing and growing, stretching and widening. Suddenly there was a tremor from the train sized orb, with a scream of extacy the nipple began erupting inside its vessel. The trapped woman looked down to see her once soft flat belly start to fill out with a bump, as the pressure continued it changed to a belly, then she looked like a large beach ball was shoved and fully inflated into her womb.  Another passenger seen the commotion and attempted to stop the invading member,  they grabbed onto the breast with both hands barely able to get a firm grip on the taut skin.  A wet sloppy noise could be heard as it popped free from her Womanhood, but almost as fast as it came out the grip on the massive tit was lost and rammed back into the filled woman again.  The feeling was different this time, it was in her ass.  All of the squeezing and groping triggered another orgasm from the colossal breasted woman,  which triggered the nipples to spray like fire hoses into the trapped woman again. As her size now multiplied by the seconds, her belly surged and she tried screaming but as she opened her mouth milk started fountaining from it.  A fire truck with rescue workers was approaching the rear of the train, the jet streaming out of her mouth Aimed right at the oncoming vehicle with so much force it blew the windshield right into the driver, knocking him unconscious.  The truck still had enough momentum that it hit the front of the milk filled balloon woman.  After she felt the mild collision she looked foreword to see that the flow of milk had ceased spraying from her mouth. There right in front of her, the nozzle mounted to the roof of the truck was wedged in her mouth Stopping the flow of milk.  The other rescue workers exit the vehicle in a panic, and in that panic the switch for the pump was turned on.  Suddenly she felt pressure at both ends, almost instantly her body became round. 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 feet in diameter and just as fast as it started, the growth stopped.  Suddenly dark stretch marks were appearing, darker and longer she was at her limit.  Even that stopped the truck ran out of water and the breast stopped spurting milk.  She lay there in shock as her body was literally at its limit.  The massive breasted woman shifted slightly and the mop handle just barely grazed her clittoris causing a mini orgasm which sent 1 last gallon of milk into the overtaxed container.  With a muffled scream her flesh tore open like a zipper sending thousands of gallons of milky water to the ground. People against the girl's breast rustled and Bernie heard muffled voices carried through her chest. The hard water had stopped unfolding. "Everyone stay still," the doctor ordered. "She's highly unstable. Don't even scratch her or she might still explode!" Everyone stopped moving, waiting for something to happen. "JUST DO IT!" the girl yelled, but Bernie could hardly hear her. From behind him, Bernie felt the rush of air. Emergency crews had managed to open the doors. They were sorry they did. The girl's breasts felt the chance for advancement and pushed everyone out the door that they could, trapping some just beside the doorway. The crew outside, having just been knocked over by a push of ten people or so, looked back at the doorway to see two huge areolae and nipples thrusting themselves out the doorway, filling it entirely. Bernie, trapped beside the door by her breast, was happy not to have her nipple under his chin anymore. "Jesus!" one of the workers commented. They just stood and looked at the sight. Just then, a shriek came from the other side of the car. The girl was coming again. Everyone on the track moved as her nipples pulsed forward a bit and began to jet water again. Over the next thirty minutes, she almost passed out twice from her constant orgasms, but people on the other side of the track kept her awake with smelling salts. By the time she was down to a manageable side, the entire track was flooded and clean-up crews were arriving on the scene. Bernie walked over to her side as they picked her up after her final waking orgasm. She still had basket-ball sided hooters, but she was still coming in her sleep and they continued to spurt water to the tune of her rapid heart rate. An exhausted smile was melted on her face and the paramedics strapped her into the gurney and placed her in the ambulance. The doctor came up beside Bernie and looked on. "She'll be fine. She'll have stretchmarks from hell, but she's be fine. What I want to know is, how did you do that to her?" "It's a long story, and I'm soaked. Get the story from the police after they grill me, OK? Thanks for your help in saving her," Bernie said, exhausted. He walked towards the beckoning officer on the side of the tracks. As he did, his vial fell from his pocket, noticed only by the doctor. Bending down to tie his shoe, the doctor retrieved the vial. With a quick grin, he proceeded towards the ambulance.

Week 3 & 4 Before starting her transformation, Chihiro had made a plan of action. She knew that the process would be slow, and so wanted to make the most of it, and also make sure it would be sustainable. As much as she'd planned out how it should go, she'd known she had to go belly first, even if it made her look like a caricature, if something went wrong and she ended up with only 1 change, it had to be her belly for sure. Her legs had been next, since she'd need the support to hold up her blossoming body, from there it was more an order of preference, and Chihiro knew that she wanted to save one of the best until last. When she entered the office on her third week, the witch looked less surprised to see her, but still evidently taken aback by her size. It was far from the only wide eyed look she'd received though, wherever she went people looked at her with confusion and horror, as she waddled her way through the supermarket, not quite relegated to a mobility scooter just yet, but

Stan had a pregnancy fetish for as long as he could remember. He went wild for a woman with a big belly, stroking her expectant curves as her unborn baby kicked around in there. And the bigger she was, with more babies inside of her, the sexier she was to him. He had never told anyone about this desire of his, and he had never had sex with a pregnant woman, as bad as he wanted it. If he was in a position where he could be intimate with a pregnant woman, he didn’t even know what he would do. Maybe he wouldn’t even try to fuck her, he would just admire her up close and run his hands all over her swollen stomach and feel up her heavy, milk filled tits. Stan had not even told his girlfriend Kylie about this turn on of his, and he had no idea how to bring it up. Offhandedly, Kylie had mentioned how she would want to have some kids one day and be a mother, but at twenty four, she was in no hurry. Stan knew it would be irresponsible to just knock her up for the sake of hooking up with a pregnant woman too, so this desire just stayed inside of him, lingering and burning. Maybe it got too strong and it had to come out of him in some way. That’s what he discovered one fateful day. Stan had planned to spend the day with Kylie, and he was always excited to get with her. Not only did it just feel good to be in a steady, loving relationship with someone who cared for him back, but she was a very beautiful girl, with a big thick butt and long, flowing black hair. He seemed to be surrounded by beautiful women, as he stepped out of his house to go see Kylie. His neighbor Beth was outside too, tending to her garden. “Good morning,” she said with a warm smile, her brown hair in a short bob cut resting on her shoulders. “Good morning,” Stan said, smiling back at her. He was committed to Kylie but Beth sure was tempting. She was a few years older than the two of them and was taller than Kylie, plus she had a very large set of tits. Kylie had about an average rack but Beth had big breasts, and she was wearing a pair of overalls while she worked in her garden, drawing even more attention to her bust. Stan couldn’t help but think about the neighbor he had as a kid. He never remembered her name, but he sure remember what she looked like. She was a beautiful woman with curly hair, and she got pregnant many times, which helped foster his fetish. Her belly swelled out far in front of her, always looking bigger than average even with just one baby. Sometimes she would even go out in a non maternity shirt so Stan got to see her exposed stomach skin, with a dimpled belly button sticking out on the front. But often, she would wear maternity overalls, and even though they covered up her pregnant middle, Stan thought they made her belly look even rounder and heavier, always turning him on. And now, looking at his sexy neighbor in her overalls, Stan just thought about how how she would look with a pregnant belly of her own. He tried hard to picture it, fixating his eyes on her while trying not to look like he was staring hard. But suddenly, he didn’t need to picture it. Beth gasped and stopped what she was doing to look down at her midriff. Her overalls pushed out in front of her as her stomach got bigger and bigger. The straps on her denim overalls got tight as she started to run out of room, her body dominated by this huge pregnant belly, making her go from flat to full term in seconds. As her pregnant belly grew, so did the rest of her body. Her cleavage was already poking out of her low cut shirt she had under the overalls, but now her breasts were even bigger as her body filled up with hormones. Her tits pressed and squeezed together, making them look even bigger and sexier, and she was so busty that her chest spilled out of the sides of her overalls. Beth let out a loud moan and pushed her hands into her lower back while she stretched, testing the limits of her overalls. She had a modest set of cheeks behind her, but now that she was pregnant, she had a large cushion for a rear, even bigger than Kylie’s ass. She reached down to rub her belly up and down, gasping with each stroke. Her belly must have been incredibly firm given how it was stretching out her overalls. Stan could see her bare skin exposed on the sides as her shirt rolled out, some of her pregnant middle poking out of her overalls. As her fingers passed over her, Stan could see her outie navel pressing against the dark blue fabric. “Stan! Do you see this?” Beth cried out. “I do,” Stan said with a gulp, moving to the fence to get a better look. She waddled toward him, moving very lopsided and clumsy because she wasn’t use to moving around while pregnant, especially full term pregnant. “I don’t know how this happened! I can even feel the kicking inside of me! I’m…I’m pregnant!” Beth moaned. Stan hoped she might ask him to feel her belly to confirm what she was experiencing, but she was satisfied with wrapping her arms around her big bump. “I don’t know either,” Stan said, looking over her big belly and heaving breasts. “How do you feel otherwise?” She grunted and leaned back, popping out her hips to balance her heavy belly, giving her an incredible pregnancy stance that got Stan very aroused. “I guess I feel okay. Just sore and heavy, and this baby inside of me is kicking a lot,” Beth panted. “What the fuck is going on?” She turned around and waddled back to her house, either to lay down or to call for a doctor. Stan watched as her hips swayed with her slow, heavy steps, shaking that new, huge ass of hers around, until she went back inside. Stan was trembling with excitement as he continued on his walk, heading for Kylie’s place. He tried to process what just happened. It was already impossible for Beth to suddenly get full term pregnant in front of him, but what seemed even more improbable was that…he caused it. And yet, Stan could not think of any other explanation. He was focused on Beth, thinking about what she’d look like pregnant, and then she started to change. There was only one way to know if this was true: he would need to test it on someone else. And luckily for him, he was heading to see the perfect test subject. Stan knocked on Kylie’s apartment door. She opened it and smiled at him, leaning in for a kiss before he even came inside. He closed his eyes, always letting himself savor that soft, wet feeling of her lips pressing and sliding against his. With a little flick of his tongue inside her mouth, Stan walked inside and put his arm around her waist. “You’re in a good mood,” she smiled, looking up at them as they hugged close, her hip against his. Kylie’s hands were around Stan’s back, and she wiggled up on his body as she felt his erection pressed and poking into her. While she hugged him around his back, Stan had both hands on her thick booty, each of her cheeks bigger than his hands. “I’m always in a good mood when I get to see you,” Stan cooed, giving her a gentle peck on the lips. “But…I’m thinking about something else today too.” “Mmm? What’s that?” Kylie asked, her bright black eyes gleaming up at him. “I was just thinking about what it would be like if…we had a kid together,” Stan said, loosening his grip on her butt so they could have some space between them. Kylie laughed and raised one eyebrow. “Maybe one day, sure, but I’m not in any rush to be a mother right now. Should I start double checking when you put your condoms on? Or get a fresh prescription on my birth control?” “Nothing like that,” Stan said, taking one hand and brushing it down Kylie’s chest, tracing her modest breasts, until his palm was right over her belly button. “I just think it would be great to be with you while you’re pregnant, knowing your carrying my baby inside your womb.” Kylie sighed and purred. “I’d like to have your baby, but do we have to talk about that right now?” “I have to be honest with you, Kylie. I’ve got a huge fetish for pregnant women,” Stan said. “And I was hoping we could…start playing around with that.” “Oh, I see,” Kylie said. “Well, sure, that could be hot. I could stuff a pillow under my shirt and pretend to struggle around with it before we go to bed and fuck.” “I have something better than a pillow,” Stan smirked, as he felt her stomach start to get firm. Slowly, her belly pushed his palm back as she got big and round. Kylie gasped and looked down at her stomach, now bare as it pushed past her t-shirt, getting very firm and ripe. Her belly button popped out with a wet smack as she reached her full term size, forcing her to bend her hips forward and balance this new, heavy stomach. “What the fuck?” Kylie grunted, patting and rubbing the top of her stomach. She then gasped again and her hand flinched off of her bare belly, before cautiously reaching back down and rubbing in a small circle. “Was that…a kick? This isn’t just a trick? I really am pregnant!” “I told you,” Stan cooed, rubbing her pregnant belly along with her, spreading his hand wide, feeling that kicking inside of her. “I knew you would look even sexier with a pregnant belly, and I was so right. You look incredible.” “Incredible? I’m a whale!” Kylie whimpered, pouting out her juicy bottom lip as she looked back down at her belly again. “How did you do this? What is…oooh, this kid is kicking hard!” She hugged the bottom of her pregnant stomach, feeling the new arrival in her womb thrashing around. It felt like the unborn baby was just as surprised to be inside of her as she was to have it in there. Stan looked Kylie up and down, taking in all of her pregnant beauty. He adored her big belly, of course, and her naturally light tan skin was even more radiant now, with a bronzed glow thanks to her hormones. But there was more to lust after on her body now too. Her shirt rolled up to make room for her new pregnant belly, making it tight against her chest. That showed off how much bigger her bust was now that she was pregnant, as hormones flowed in, adding a full cup size to her breasts, maybe a cup and a half. Stan looked around her back too. Kylie was always bottom heavy, but now she had a huge ass, sticking out far as she kept her bubble butt shape down there too. Her shirt couldn’t fit her pregnant body anymore, and it looked like her pants couldn’t either, as they dug into her rear from behind, showing off her entire peach shape. “Seriously, how could you do this to me?” Kylie whimpered, rubbing the top of her belly. “I told you, I have a pregnancy fetish and I wanted to see you get big and beautiful,” Stan said, holding her hands. “Even more beautiful, I mean.” She sighed and locked eyes with him. She wasn’t happy about being pregnant, and her growth spurt was uncomfortable, but she did love Stan, and she was feeling very hormonal and emotional so she was willing to forgive him when maybe normally she wouldn’t. “Is it temporary?” she asked. Stan didn’t actually know if he could undo this, as he was only just starting to test his powers. Still, he wanted to make her happy. “Yes, just temporary,” he said. “Now, can’t we try it out? Let’s have the same date we would have had today, only instead…we’ll look even more in love.” He placed his hand on her belly and gave it a rub. He was excited to take her out in public, have people see her waddling around and fawn over the two of them about to have a baby. And maybe they’d even think about what Stan did to her to get her so big and knocked up. “Fine, but I’m not going out with my bare stomach hanging out so people can gawk at me,” Kylie huffed, waddling back to her bed room. “I have some of your clothes stored here. Those should look baggy enough on me.” As she changed, Stan just smiled to himself. Now he knew for sure these “powers” of his were real. All that was left was to see just how much he could do with them. ---- Kylie wanted to go shopping to start their date together, though she was less enthusiastic about that now that she was going out pregnant. But, she thought she could still think about what she’d look like when the belly was gone (hopefully it wouldn’t require her to give birth to shrink back down) and she was hopeful that her shirt would hide her bump. Stan went with her, always a dutiful boyfriend on her shopping trips, but he was especially enthusiastic this time around. She moved slowly through the store, weighed down by her bump. She knew none of this would fit her right now, but when…or if Stan got rid of her pregnant belly, at least she could put some of this on later and look cute. He was paying for all of this, to make up for giving her the belly in the first place. But Stan saw that as a perfectly fair trade. There was also a maternity section in the store and she was right next to it looking at dresses and blouses. Kylie caught a few smiles and chuckles from Stan as he looked between her and the maternity clothes, but she shot him a withering glance back to make sure he put a stop to it. “Don’t worry, I don’t want you to try any of them on,” Stan said, dropping his voice to a whisper. “Besides, I like you better in non maternity clothes, with your bare belly sticking out.” “Stop that,” she hissed, stepping out of the racks of clothes and then stopping in place. A group of her friends were there too, not expecting to see her there. “Kylie, hi,” one of them, a tall, pretty blonde said. “Oh, hi Kristen,” Kylie replied, her face now burning red. It was bad enough for her to go out in public pregnant, but now she was in front of her friends. “Just…shopping around, trying to get something new for Spring before the Spring prices kick in.” “Right. I haven’t seen you in a while,” Kristen said, narrowing her eyes. “Are you…” Kylie gulped, wondering if she could see how big she was under the shirt. She nervously touched the shirt, but that just pressed it tighter to her belly and made her outie navel poke through. “No, I’m not…anything,” Kylie said. But Stan just grinned and had other ideas. Kylie gasped and looked down at her belly as it got even bigger. “Not again!” she whined, as her shirt rolled up, no longer able to conceal her pregnant middle. She had twins kicking inside of her now, giving her a pregnant belly that stuck out much farther than her new, big bust. Her smooth stomach hung out bare, forcing her to arch her hips again, pushing her pregnant belly out to her friends. Kristen’s eyes bugged out in shock as she saw how huge Kylie was, and how she was getting even bigger in front of her. Kylie moaned, the zipper on her new pants sliding down to make room for her belly, before clutching her stomach and rubbing it up and down, feeling how tight her skin was as it stretched over her bloated pregnant belly. “Oooh, shit!” Kylie whined, overwhelmed by the force of the pregnancy expansion, unable to maintain her composure. “Easy, easy, you’re okay,” Stan said, smiling and rubbing her bare pregnant belly. “Sorry ladies. She’s just finding the pregnancy hard to adjust to.” “Right,” Kristen gulped, as she and her friends hurried away. “Why are you doing this to me?” Kylie whined, trying to waddle away too, but wincing and groaning as she tried to move such a heavy frame. “I told you, I have a pregnancy fetish, and I think you look incredible with a big belly,” Stan said. “Even your breasts and butt are getting bigger too!” Sure enough, the latest pregnancy expansion gave Kylie even bigger tits than Beth did after her belly grew too, and her ass was so massive, it was pulling up the legs on her pants, exposing more of her calves to make room for all that booty. “I’m glad you like me, but do we have to do this in public?” Kylie whimpered. “We’re on our date,” Stan said, rubbing her belly again and holding her hand. “And don’t you think we look cute together, out on a date while you’re so big and ripe.” Kylie sighed, resting one hand on top of her belly. “I guess so…but not in front of my friends!” “Fine, let’s go somewhere else,” Stan said. “How about we go get something to eat?” He knew as a huge pregnant woman, she’d have a sizeable appetite. Sure enough, her twin filled belly made a rumble at the mention of food, and she nodded. “But you’re paying,” Kylie said, patting her stomach. “I’m going to get a lot to eat too.” “Good, I hope so,” Stan grinned. “I’d love to see you all round and knocked up, stuffing yourself with treats.” ---- Kylie moaned and pushed back a chair to get a seat at the café. She had to push the chair back far to make room for her full term twin belly. Once she was down and took some weight off of her hips and legs, she let out a big sigh and rubbed circles around her bare stomach, breathing hard. Stan improved her mood by putting many plates of pastries in front of her while he sipped a fresh coffee. Kylie’s lips quivered before she started eating. She knew she had lots of eyes on her because of her pregnant belly sticking out exposed, and because of how big it was too, and those gazes would only increase if she ate as fast and voraciously as she wanted. But Kylie could not deny her intense pregnancy hunger and she started to chow down, eating muffins and danishes and everything Stan had in front of her with her bare hands. She moaned and grunted as she ate, taking a new bite before she even finished the last one. Stan smiled, leaning in to watch. She was already so beautiful with the pregnant belly, but seeing her stuff herself while hugely pregnant was a big turn on for him too. “That’s it, eat as much as you want,” he said, reaching down to rub her bare belly, feeling the twins kicking inside of her. “Give into your cravings and feed our babies.” Kylie blushed, embarrassed by having Stan talk about her pregnancy like this in front of so many people, but she couldn’t stop herself from eating more and more. And while she wasn’t happy about the pregnancy expansions, she had to admit that having Stan rub her belly made her sore, firm skin feel better, and it was going to help with her digestion as she ate all this stuff. She even let out a whimper as his fingers passed over her outie belly button, feeling how sensitive it was out on the front of her pregnant middle. But she couldn’t stop him from doing anything with that either. Stan looked at Kylie all over. There was her incredible belly, her heavy motherly tits, her thick ass cheeks that were only going to get bigger as she ate all these pastries. He even though she looked gorgeous with her face twisted up while eating so much so fast. She looked so good…that he had to see more of it. With her mouth stuffed with doughnuts, Kylie stopped in place and her eyes opened wide. “Oh no,” she grunted, looking down at her belly. People in the café gasped as her pregnant belly got even bigger, lurching forward. It was already filling up her lap but as it grew, her pregnant middle stuck out past her hips, forcing her to shift the way she was sitting just to balance her expectant frame. Kylie grunted, arching her hips forward, sliding her big ass to the very edge of the chair. Her hands reached down and gripped her pregnant stomach, trying to steady it as she got huge. “Triplets? You put triplets inside of me?” Kylie groaned, feeling the intense kicking inside of her from three full term babies. Stan just laughed and rubbed her huge belly, looking around the café. “I told you, all those pastries would go straight to your waist.” Kylie looked sheepishly at everyone else in the store staring at her, all shocked by what they just saw. She pushed her hands into the table and moved herself up to her feet, her newly engorged tits swaying with every little move. She tried to leave fast, but she was so weighed down, it was hard for her to even put one step in front of the other. Stan put his arm around her waist, steadying and bracing her, as he helped her waddle outside. “This is too much! I’m full term with triplets! I’m so huge!” Kylie wailed. “And my belly skin is pinching and cramping!” “But you look incredible,” Stan said, cupping her cheek. “You’ve never looked so gorgeous before, and I love it.” Kylie whimpered. As much as she hated these pregnancy expansions, she was still in love with Stan, and her hormones were only getting stronger. She gave him a light peck on the lips and hugged around her belly. “Let’s go somewhere else, please,” Kylie said. Stan agreed, but only because he had an even better idea for where to go next. ---- Kylie blushed as she waddled through their local mall, all eyes on her. She didn’t want to bring even more attention to her belly but she couldn’t stop but rub her hands against her stomach and keep them constantly against her taut middle. Her skin was so sore and she felt like she needed to keep herself steady or else she’d literally tip over. “There are people I know here, Stan,” Kylie whimpered, as women looked at her and whispering, pointing at her giant belly. “I thought you wanted to go shopping,” Stan said. “Shop for what? A stroller? I can’t fit into anything,” Kylie huffed. “We’ll go soon. I just want to do one thing,” Stan said, going to the fountain in the middle of the mall. He tossed a quarter in and then smiled back at Kylie. She rolled her eyes. “Okay, good, we can go now. What did you wish for?” “I didn’t need to wish for anything,” Stan said, rubbing her belly. “It’s already come true.” Kylie gasped and whimpered again, feeling her skin getting tighter and tighter, her belly expanding even more! She wailed and arched her hips, pushing her hands into her lower back, making her belly seem even bigger in the process, as it grew huge and heavy out in front of her. Kylie was so massively pregnant, she wouldn’t even be able to reach her outie belly button. “Oooh, you pervert! Look at me! I’ve got four babies inside of me! That’s way too many!” Kylie moaned. “You’ve got four full term babies in your belly too, which no woman has ever done!” Stan laughed. “You’re literally the biggest pregnant woman ever! No wonder you look so sexy!” Kylie wailed again, as her breasts and butt finally got so big that they tore through her clothes. Her big tits flopped out, hanging down the sides of her massive middle, while her butt jiggled as it broke out of her jeans, looking like two basketballs stuck in her underwear. Kylie saw people snapping photos and filming her with their phones as she rubbed her belly and blushed. “Look at what you did to me, Stan!” Kylie wailed. “Yes, I did this to you,” Stan grinned. “I’ve always wanted to hear that from a pregnant woman!” “I’m serious!” Kylie groaned. “I feel like I’m about to burst!” Stan cooed. “Now there’s an idea,” he said, focusing on her belly again. Kylie felt her skin tightening again and she screamed. “No!” Her skin ruptured and there was a loud “BANG” with a flash of light. She snapped up awake, laying on a couch. Kylie held one hand against her forehead, feeling the cold sweat all over her. She quickly reached down to touch her stomach, and it was right where it should be: flat and toned. She even checked her chest to see if any other changes happened. She was never so happy to have C cup tits. “What’s wrong?” Stan said, coming into the living room and kneeling next to her as she laid out. “I heard you screaming.” “I just….had a really weird dream is all,” Kylie said, hugging one arm around Stan. “Sorry, I came over to your place to have a nap and then I freak out on you like this.” “No, don’t be sorry. I’ll get you some coffee,” Stan said, giving Kylie a kiss and heading to the living room. He poured her a mug while smiling from ear to ear. It worked! Now he knew he could not only use these new powers to make women get pregnant, but he could also reset things so they had no memory of it. He could have all the fun he wanted, and then put everything back to normal. Kylie couldn’t get past quadruplets before “bursting,” but if he trained these powers of his, maybe he could get her even bigger. Maybe even in the double digits! And it wasn’t just Kylie either. He looked out his kitchen window at Beth, out in the garden again, her stomach back to normal. He smiled. This was going to be fun.