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I tried to move. The pressure inside my breasts was unbearable, their weight so immense that they pinned me down in bed. It had been awhile since I woke up to this; I'd forgotten how heavy they got when I let them get this full. I sighed; why had I let Elena talk me into this?
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“Ell, get in here,” I yelled, “I can't wait any longer; my boobs feel like they're ready to explode!”
 
 
I was about ten o'clock in the morning, three feet of snow in the last week meant that roads were only just beginning to open up again, with the weatherman calling for much more on the way come evening, and my breasts were so desperately overfilled that I couldn't move, and just breathing made them wobble in a way that sent shivers through my body as I felt them stretching feebly to hold more than double the load I'd gotten used to carrying around, even on weekends when I didn't have to milk myself down to a manageable size and could just lay around the house with a pair of boobs swollen to such enjoyably lush dimensions. Aside from being ready to pop though, I was cozy as fuck, sitting in bed, propped up on a modest heap of pillows just under the window, with nothing on but my panties, a pair of knee-length fuzzy socks, and Sadie's orange sweater forcing my warm, swollen breasts to loll close across my body.
 
 
“What, already?” Elena asked in disbelief as she squeezed through the door, “Come on, I saw you get tons bigger than this back when you first started growing.”
 
 
“Hey now,” I shot back, “The only reason I even agreed to do this in the first place is because it's your birthday and you begged me for it. My stretchmarks were finally starting to fade, I've been holding steady at twenty five gallons a day, and I can finally walk more than a couple hundred yards without having to sit down and catch my breath. I wouldn't have pushed myself this far except I'm hoping I won't have to go back to work for a few days and I'll be able to spend some extra time pumping so maybe my boobs won't decide to blow up like a couple of water balloons again. It's taken enough getting used to living with tits the size of overstuffed beanbag chairs, you know? Besides, it's not like you'll be able to drink it all anyways.”
 
 
“I don't know about that; I might just surprise you,” Elena teased, pulling of her shirt to reveal her own plump, heavy breasts, “Your milk has been awfully good for me these last few months, I bet I could force myself to swallow a bit more than usual, since like you said, I can afford to just lay around like a beached whale for a few days after we've had our fun.”
 
 
She had a point. Since October, her once-modest breasts, nourished by countless gallons of my own breast milk, had swollen into a pair of L cup stunners that hung like fat teardrops against her stomach just barely above her navel and swelling out broader than her chest. Her nipples were barely any larger than when we started, but the fact that their sensitivity had grown exponentially as her breasts enlarged behind them only served to make our time together all the more distracting.
 
 
“Okay, you do know that just because you've finally got a set of melons big enough to smother me with doesn't mean that most of what you suck out of me isn't going to end up in the same exact place it's been going?” I teased, “Though you did spend enough time driving me around when I was still getting used to my new curves; I guess I could play chauffeur for you when your ass finally gets too huge for you to fit behind the wheel anymore.”
 
 
“Hey, I'm just embracing the body that nature has been trying to give me for years,” Ell protested cheerfully as she bent over and pulled her overworked sweatpants down past her lush hips, “Besides, don't think I haven't noticed how much you've been enjoying smacking me on the ass when we're in bed lately; I know you love making me even more deliciously pear-shaped than I already am.”
 
 
She was right. Not just about the “Me loving how huge I was making her” part, but about just how spectacularly voluptuous her ass had become over the last couple of months. Her hips were several inches too wide to fit through the bedroom door now, so breathtakingly wide that when she stood up her arms just sort of hung awkwardly against the front of her luscious thighs, which had been pumped full of fat to nearly the same degree. Each one was already visibly bigger around than her chest, and every hour she spent sucking on my tits was only adding inches to their curvaceousness. Elena's ass though, it put all the rest of her figure to shame. Even turning sideways, the only way she could fit through most of the doors in the house was by taking advantage of the fact that everything behind her was indecently soft and jiggly, whatever muscle she'd earned from years of doing squats at the gym long since buried under nearly as much fat as I had in my boobs, leaving her rump beguilingly pliable. Just walking across the room sent her decadently overstuffed cheeks wobbling and rippling as if her ass had its own gravitational field was a sight to behold, especially when she was down on all fours, and its sheer vastness overwhelmed her impressively thick waist, her trembling behind so quick to quiver that sometimes its upper few inches would actually slap against the small of her back.
 
 
“Mmm, enjoying the show?” Ell asked, noticing my stare and doing turning as she crossed the room to give me a fuller view of her monumental curves, “If you think this is big, just imagine how gigantic I'm going to be after you finish force feeding me breast milk until my belly is ready to burst. Give me a couple of days and I bet I'll be so enormous and soft back there that you'll be able to stretch me out and lay on my butt like it’s your own private waterbed. How does that sound, hmm?”
 
 
“It sounds,” I said as I slowly pulled up the front of my sweater, smiling seductively at Elena as my huge, milky breasts spilled inch by inch from its confinement, dropping heavily against my chest, pausing coyly just shy of revealing my nipples, which were erect and poking hard against the thick material, already beginning to leak milk, “Like a good start. Why don't you come over here and help me out of my clothes?”
 
 
“Ah, just look at you, with your tits so big you can't even get naked without my help,” Elena teased as she climbed into bed, grinning as I spread my legs to let her come in closer, “They're just so fat, so obscenely saturated with milk you can barely move. Why, I bet you're so overwhelmed by them you couldn't even make yourself come if you wanted to. You're just laying there, helpless, your big, swollen tits just quivering for someone who knows how to handle them; I can see it in your eyes, you don't need to breathe a word for me to know you're just begging for it.”
 
 
“Ohh, how did you know?” I asked demurely, more than ready to play my part, “You're right; I'm just so lazy and horny, I've let my poor, aching breasts get far too big and heavy for me to do anything about them by myself. Please, help me, if you don't you'll just have to sit there and watch while I get even more bloated and overfilled with milk, my skin stretching further and further as gallon after gallon pours into my boobs, my nipples swelling up all plump and tight, just waiting for someone to suck it out of them. Oh please, it's just torture being trapped in bed like this. I know, you'll probably think it's such a naughty thing to admit, knowing that you're the only one who can help me, and the only one who can leave me here to just grow and grow until my breasts actually explode, it's just making me so wet.”
 
 
“Well, if you're really in such dire straits, I guess I'd have to be a sadist to just leave you to your fate here, you big-titted slut,” Ell purred, coming closer on her hands and knees, her enormous ass jutting out behind her, only stopping as her free-hanging breasts grazed my inner thighs and I could feel her hot breath on the exposed skin of my milk-glutted melons, “I think I want to see just how desperate your condition is before I decide whether I'm ready to help you just yet, or whether I'd rather pour myself a glass of wine and settle in to watch the show while you squirm and swell and beg me for help for another couple of hours.”
 
 
Ell lowered her head, seized the edge of my sweater in her teeth, and lifted it up. There was a lingering moment of pain as my breasts, for all their luxurious weight, were held prisoner within the sweater as my nipples thrust so hard against the fabric that it seemed Elena was just as helpless to release them as I was, but then like a storm-swollen lake bursting its dam, they slipped free, slapping hard against my body as they fell, a thick jet of milk erupting from each as they hit home.
 
 
“I suppose these are full enough to be worth attending to,” Ell said, letting the sweater slip from her lips, leaving it to rest flaccidly against the upper reaches of my mammoth bosom like a deflated balloon, “Ooh, do you feel how my tits are pinched between those freakishly overgrown milkers of yours? Or are you already so spectacularly filled to the brim that the only feeling your overgrown tits can even register is all that pressure?”
 
 
By way of testing her hypothesis, Ell took one hand and gently raked her nails along the rimpled, straining skin of my areola. I flinched; a scream caught in my throat. She was really pushing it this time; any other day I'd have slapped her for something like this, bent her over my knees and spanked her overfed ass until she was so sore all she could do was lay there on her belly and whimper. Even though it was her birthday, that wasn't why I held back. It had been too long since I'd let myself get so full and vulnerable as this, and even with the sting of her nails still arcing through my sore flesh, I realized just how much I'd missed this.
 
 
“Oh- Please, be gentle!” I gasped, uselessly trying to wrap my arms around my tumescent mammaries in defense, “My skin is stretched so tight already! I feel like even the softest touch might make me burst!”
 
 
“Mmm, perhaps you're right,” Ell said, staring down at my chest with a lustful gleam in her eyes, “I barely even touched you, and your huge, overstretched breast looks as raw as if I'd really come at you with my nails out. I suppose I'd better do something about that before you do explode, though I must warn you, I'm so terribly thirsty today, and if I suck these tits of yours dry and still go unsatisfied, I'll have to think of a proper way to make you regret taking advantage of my kind and generous nature like this.”
 
 
“Yes, please, suck it all out- I need it,” I begged as Elena lowered herself down to reach my nipples, my breasts so full and heavy that by the time she was in position her own plump melons were pooled soft and tremulous between my knees, “Come on, don't keep me waiting! Every second you're not sucking the milk out of me is torture! Just do it; I swear I've got more than enough to fill you with more than you can hold.”
 
 
“Mmm,” Elena murmured, only her lust-narrowed eyes visible beyond the engorged horizon of my right breast, her huge ass bulging impressively high behind her as she leaned in close, her hot breath burning against my aching nipples, “I'll be the judge of that. And if you come up short, maybe your judge and prison guard too.”
 
 
And with one last sultry, cocksure look, Elena closed her eyes, wrapped her lips around the rosy tip of my throbbing, milky teat and began to suck.
 
 
The last few months Elena had been getting in all the practice a girl could ask for in such matters; especially if she was off work for the day, it wasn't at all unusual for me to wake up in the morning with her latched onto one of my boobs, intent on draining me before I went to work, and then for her to meet me at the door as I came home, naked, with a bottle of wine in hand, and an invitation on her lips to follow her to the bedroom for more of the same. And all that nursing had done more than leave her with an ass as big as a queen size waterbed and a pair of jugs that were finally large enough for us to have some fun with- when it came to sucking, all this experience had been anything but wasted on her. It had been months since she'd choked when I was particularly full and freely-flowing; even after a long night of inattention all it took was the touch of her tongue to make my boobs erupt like geysers; she gulped it down with ease. Before long she was able to suck me dry even faster than the breast pump, and my body responded in kind, my breasts growing more and more willing to pour out their rich burden, as if the countless ducts that led from my milk-sodden flesh to my dripping peaks were growing and multiplying in response to Elena's constant attention. I wasn't complaining; after a month and a half, my daily pumping time was down by half, though I did have to start keeping an extra blouse at work, because if I did wait too long to take care of myself, I went from leaking to soaking wet in the blink of an eye. Sometimes I gave Ell a hard time about it, suggesting we should call up the nearest dairy, buy an entire tanker full of milk and just put its hose in her mouth and see how long she could last, but Ell always giggled, squeezed my boobs, and told me that I tasted so much sweeter than any cow ever could.
 
 
I was expecting things to go like they usually did, Ell easily swallowing at least half of what I had to share and then wiping her lips and hooking me up to the breast pump when she reached her limit, but the second I felt my milk begin to flow I knew this time was different. It had been months since I'd waited this long between milkings, months since I'd let myself become so dangerously overfilled, and with my bosom as primed and ready as ever to deliver its load into Elena's willing body, my milk came not just in a gush, but a deluge.
 
 
Elena's eyes went wide and her cheeks bulged out as my milk flooded into her far more forcefully than she was used to. Even a few seconds in, she looked like a woman trying not to drown, shuddering, gagging, milk not dripping but spilling out around her lips as she struggled to take in a torrent as forceful as if she'd been drinking from a fire hose.
 
 
“Ohh- Ell, please, you can stop if you want to,” I sighed, all our games forgotten in an instant as my concern for her and the sheer overwhelming pleasure of all this set the room spinning around me, “I won't- Ahh, oh, please, don't stop- it feels so amazing-”
 
 
I trailed off, so weak with bliss I could barely hold my head up. If Elena was in any condition to hear my plea, she didn't show it. Instead, she reached out with both hands, clutched tightly, painfully at my milk-distended bosom, and buried her face in the vast expanse of my breast.
 
 
I could feel her swallowing recklessly; the tender immensity of my breast pressing against her neck, milk surging through the sodden tissues of my bosom with such force I could swear I could hear it flowing. I was helpless, a prisoner to the massive weight of my boobs and so paralyzed with ecstasy that all I could do was lay there, shuddering weakly, my breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. Ell seemed to be finding her rhythm now; though the amount of milk flowing down along my breast was far more than a trickle, she was managing, somehow, to take it all in without drowning herself. Her face buried in my areola, I could feel the vibrations of her murmurs of satisfaction; she had been waiting for this for the last month, and now she was going to milk me for all I was worth.
 
 
Barely a minute later, her belly was swollen enough to brush my knees; tight, heavy and growing fuller by the second. She rocked back and forth as she sucked my tit, now that it was relieved of a goodly fraction of its burden I could see the back of Elena's head, and beyond that, her massive ass heaving and rolling as she moved like she was being fucked from behind. My skin was starting to hurt where her fingers dug like claws into my breast, and my stifled moans of discomfort steadily grew into cries of pain at her rough treatment, something which finally roused Elena from her creamy appetites.
 
 
“Hmm, what's this now?” she asked, leaning back onto her fulsome haunches, slick from her chin down with my milk, her fat breasts glistening with it as they lay atop a belly that rested heavily between her lush thighs, “I'm not being too rough on you, am I?”
 
 
“You wouldn't squeeze a balloon like that if you didn't want it to pop,” I complained, summoning up enough strength to massage my abused mammary protectively, “Don't give my poor, overfilled tits any reason to do the same, please.”
 
 
“But when I get you all worked up like this you're so much more productive,” Elena pouted, leaning in close to my body once more, “I don't even have to suck; all I need to do is stretch my lips around your hard, throbbing teat and swallow. Still, I guess I can try to find another way to keep your body primed and ready. Here, let's see if this isn't a little more to your liking.”
 
 
With one swift motion, Elena jammed her hand beneath my breasts, seized my panties and tore them off with ease. I didn't even have time to realize what she was doing, because a split second later, I felt her thrust three fingers inside me, stroking my most sensitive places as only she knew how. I felt my nipples swell in sympathy to my pulsing core, and Ell breathed a sigh of approval as she gazed down at my recumbent form.
 
 
“Oh, just look at that; you're leaking all over yourself now,” she chided, pausing for a moment to slowly run her tongue along the curve of my milk-soaked breast, not for a second forgetting to ply my femininity with a talented hand, “Mmm, and you're just so receptive today; I think you've got room for a little more in there.”
 
 
I quivered as Elena slipped another finger inside me, and the room grew blurry as she leaned forward and took my nipple in her mouth again. Her belly hung heavier and heavier against my legs as she drank; rocking her body less insistently as its growing bulk became too much for her; the measured slap-slap-slap of its underside smacking against her ample thighs becoming louder and slower as she expanded. My right breast had subsided almost to its usual dimensions now, well, usual for when it had been six hours or more since my last milking, and Ell was actually having to suck again to keep the milk flowing. Her arms must have been getting tired; she finally pulled her right hand out from between my thighs, her left arm trembling from being forced to support her weight alone for the last several minutes.
 
 
I felt delightfully spent; if not for the fact that my left breast, despite the steady stream of milk leaking from its peak, was, if anything, even more distended than before, the rest of my body hummed with satisfaction. Finally, Ell must have had her fill. She sat back up again and looked down at me triumphantly.
 
 
“Well now, you don't disappoint after all,” she beamed, her belly swollen fully two feet and several inches across, “Oh, I think this is the most I've ever sucked out of you at once; I can almost hear my belly stretching to hold it all. My, but this feels incredible; I think if I spread my legs out wide enough it would actually rest on the bed in front of me. I think I could just sit here all afternoon touching every glorious inch of it and be completely content.”
 
 
“I'm glad you've enjoyed your birthday present,” I said, smiling wanly up at her, “But before you settle into luxuriating in yourself and fantasizing about how much bigger your boobs are going to be by tomorrow morning, would you mind hooking me up to the breast pump so I can get some relief on my other side? Or no, you're probably too big to stand up right now aren't you? Could you just kind of let me up so I can go do it? I'm ridiculously lopsided right now, but I bet I can manage.”
 
 
“Hook yourself up to the breast pump? Why on earth would I do that and let all that thick, sweet milk of yours just go to waste like that?” Ell said smiling seductively as she saw a look of surprise cross my face, “Oh don't worry, I'm not going to keep you here in bed until you've got one tit so full to bursting that you'll do anything I tell you to if it means I'll finally help you pump it out. It's just, well, you went and brought me two sumptuous birthday presents just for me, and so far I've only gotten to enjoy one of them.”
 
 
“You really want to keep drinking?” I asked, looking down at my milk-swollen housemate in amazement, “You've already sucked, like, fifty gallons out of me and your belly is so huge you can hardly even keep your balance. Do you honestly think you can hold twice as much, or maybe more, from how tight I'm getting over here right now?”
 
 
“What, this?” Elena asked innocently, sitting back on her ample haunches and proudly cradling her distended belly like a woman proudly pregnant with triplets, “Why I'm just getting warmed up; I'm sure if you give me the chance I can hold ever so much more. Besides, I've spent months enjoying running my fingers along those stretchmarks of yours; don't you think you deserve the chance to play the same game with me? I can just feel my belly stretching tighter and tighter; I feel like if I just took a deep, long breath right now it would blossom into them from my belly button to my sides. And just think about what all this milk is going to do to all my tits over the next couple of days. I feel like my skin's barely been able to keep up with how fast my breasts have been growing since we started all this; just imagine waking up tomorrow to find me helpless and desperate in bed, with my boobs blown up overnight to three times this size, aching, sore, stretched painfully tight, and practically begging for you to come and teach me just how rough sex can be for a girl with breasts bigger than beach balls. And don't lie to me and tell me you wouldn't feel yourself just swelling up with desire if you came into my room tomorrow morning and found me laying there in bed with my ass so obscenely glutted with fat that I was even wider than the mattress. Mmm, just imagine how taut and overstretched my poor, overfilled bottom would be after gaining another couple of hundred pounds overnight; I bet it would tight as a drum, and you probably wouldn't get tired of spanking me until I was just begging to please you any way I could, just as long as you'd stop torturing my tender, vulnerable body. So come on, let me suck on your tit a little bit longer. You said it yourself; that one breast of yours is looking desperately unattended to; your fat nipple is leaking like a cheap faucet and your breast is still filling up with milk so fast that I can see you getting more deliciously distended by the second.”
 
 
“Well then,” I said as I heaved myself upright, trying not to wince at just how uncomfortably overladen and sore my left breast already was, and hoping that I somehow looked sensual and imposing as my one tremendously overfilled breast threatened to pull be off the bed sideways and throw out my back in the process, “If you're really intent on finding out just how much milk your belly can hold, I'm afraid there won't be room enough in bed for us if you're hoping to keep our little feeding session here fun and intimate.”
 
 
“Oh, what do you mean?” Ell asked, looking for all the world as if she hadn't expected her solicitations for more to have met with my approval, “Here, would you be more comfortable on top? We can switch places if you want. Oof- I don't think I'm too big for that position quite yet.”
 
 
“Come now, that's not how it works; just because it's your birthday doesn't mean I can't set a few of the rules for our games together,” I said, leering at her, “If you're serious about sucking me dry, I want you on the floor and on your knees, if you're not already too fat-assed and round-bellied to move already.”
 
 
“Yes, ma'am,” Ell murmured with a submissive wink as she heaved her ungainly figure out of bed, huffing and panting as she tried to lower herself to the floor without falling on anything too sensitive, “Ooh, I've never been this heavy before. There's just so much of me right now; it's just such a turn-on; the floor just feels so hard and cold against the underside of my belly, so much weight pushing and squeezing me inside. I can't imagine how horny I'll be by the time you've finished filling me up properly.”
 
 
“So, I know you think that belly of yours can hold every last drop of I've got sloshing around inside this fat, milky breast of mine, and you know that every ounce you gain is only making the pressure on your tenderest places all the more delectable?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed and swaying back and forth hypnotically, my swollen melon just inches from her lips, “I suppose you wouldn't mind then if I forced it endure just a little more weight besides?”
 
 
“Oh yes, anything,” Elena agreed breathlessly, practically drooling at the sight of me, “I'll take anything you're generous enough to give me.”
 
 
“Are you sure; I'd guess you've already added a good three hundred pounds to what's fattening up your nethers just since we woke up, not counting, of course, whatever your already-ample figure weighs in at.” I said with a wicked grin, “Because I could use a bit of support while I'm feeding you.”
 
 
“Really, three hundred pounds of milk already?” Ell sighed, so blissfully that I half-expected her eyes to roll up into her head right before she passed out on the bedroom floor, “You're making me such a big girl. Come on, give it to me; don't stop until I'm at least half a ton, full to bursting, with my belly so overstretched that I'll scream if you so much as kiss it for me.”
 
 
“Well then,” I said as I slid off the bed, knees bending and legs parting as I lowered myself toward Ell, “Let's not waste another second then.”
 
And without giving her a chance to change her mind, not that Ell was in any condition to escape anyway, I sat down right on top of her sensually distended belly. I could feel the milk inside of her sloshing around as Ell shuddered at having to having to support my weight on top of her own. She gasped weakly as her belly bulged out alarmingly beneath me, pressing hard and tight against my thighs, creaking like an overinflated balloon.
 
 
“Mmm, now that's a little more comfortable, at least for me,” I giggled, delighted at the way Ell squirmed uneasily as I gave a playful little bounce, “As for you, I'm not as worried about your comfort, because on the off chance that you aren't too tender, sore and exhausted to do much more than breathe and whimper right now, you will be soon enough. Open wide.”
 
 
I twisted my body slightly, swinging my spectacularly milk-glutted breast, now bloated to close to three feet across, into position, smiling to myself as I saw Elena's eyes go wide just before her face disappeared beyond the horizon of my bosom. I saw lust and desire in her eyes, and also, to my boundless delight, just the slightest sliver of panic. She was already so terribly full, and she was about to learn just what becoming transcendently overfilled was like, and I knew that even by the end, she'd still be begging for more.
 
 
I shivered as her wet lips pressed slick and hot against my plum-sized nipple, then bent forwards another inch to make it easier for her, and the moment I felt myself slip into her mouth, her face pressed tight against my pale, fullness-straining areola, I mashed my arms against my aching breast, my milk let down like flood, and I exploded into her.
 
 
I heard it surging through my flesh, like the roar of a waterfall swollen by the melts of spring, or a high-pressure water main that had ruptured, pouring, gushing, flooding into Elena's waiting body. In mere seconds, more than a gallon of my lavish payload flowed into her. Ell was so hopelessly overwhelmed that it was all she could do to keep her lips wrapped around my puffed-up nipple, sucking weakly and unevenly as my milk forced its way down her throat. It was far too much for her; I felt the warm wetness of it leaking from her mouth and dribbling down the tender skin of her fat bosom, both softly supporting the immense bulk of my own gargantuan breast, running across the taut surface of her belly, hot and slippery where my thighs splayed out across its overindulgent boundlessness.
 
 
Her belly billowed beneath me as we loaded it with more; I felt it expanding under me, lifting me inch by inch higher off the floor, forcing me to spread my legs farther and farther apart to accommodate its increasing volume. I felt a sharp tremor race across it as Ell's body struggled to contain so much, her skin stretching severely as gallon after gallon of my milk surged into her desperately overfilled belly. And I knew she loved every moment of it.
 
 
I could feel the gentle vibrations as she moaned quietly around my nipple, her own peaks becoming thick and hard, driving against the lower hemisphere of my breast, her areolae rimpling up furrowed and sensitive against my skin. The shivers blossoming through Ell's body were more than just her belly straining as she grew more impossibly overladen; I felt her hand slip searchingly between my calf and her taut skin, and smiled as I imagined how arousing, how maddening it must have been to have so much liquid pleasure sloshing around inside of herself, weighing down heavy and warm against all her most intimate depths, and yet be so tremendously replete that there was no way those eager fingers of her were going to find their mark.
 
 
My breast was finally growing softer, though still swollen so large that I needed both hands to steady it, Ell being entirely too weak and consumed with bliss to offer any help, though the way her breasts cradled its underside did help a little, as the hot, pulsing skin of my underboob settled heavy and oppressive onto Ell's recently ripened tits, and even the exposed arc of her belly between her bosom and my lap. I could practically feel her growing more tantalizingly engorged with every spurt of milk she swallowed, her belly growing larger and more desperately distended by the second.
 
 
“Mmm, that's it Ell,” I sighed, leaning forward and burying her face deeper into my lush mammary, reaching down and stroking her hair fondly as she murmured ardently in response, “This is what you asked for, isn't it, the birthday present you've been begging me for? You don't even have to suck; just open yourself up and let the milk flow into you. You like that, don't you, not having to do anything at all, letting me to all the work and just sitting here, blissfully helpless as gallon after gallon of my milk just floods your body uncontrollably. You probably don't even hear a word I'm saying; all that weight and pressure building in your belly, sixty, maybe seventy gallons already weighing you down, pinning you to the floor, sloshing and surging against all your most excitable places, stroking you from the inside, making you so horny that even if you were about to burst, you wouldn't even care enough to be afraid.”
 
 
Elena was rocking her hips weakly now; as I looked over her shoulder, I could see her enormous ass quaking and rolling behind her, her legs, her feet completely buried under its quiversome bulk as she moaned to herself, hell-bent on wringing every last iota of pleasure from this that her body could endure.
 
 
“Oh, I bet that feels nice, doesn't it?” I asked, squeezing my thighs together slightly and smiling as Ell shuddered in response, “I know you're doing this because you want bigger tits, two huge, soft pale pillows to bury your face in when you're laying in bed, heavy hangers slapping against your belly when you walk around the house in nothing but a pair of overstretched panties, full and fertile and so distractingly sensitive. Ooh, I'm going to make your fantasies come true if I have to pump you full of my milk every single day for the next month, even if my tits blow up too big for me to drive again and all the old ladies at the library shoot me dirty looks while I'm jiggling round behind the reference desk. I don't care if desperately overfilling your belly each and every day leaves you with stretchmarks from your sides to your belly button, I want to keep feeding you until you're so obscenely well-endowed that you won't be able to wear a t-shirt out it public without your fat nipples threatening to poke right through it, boobs that smack against your hips when you walk, and believe me, you're going to have some spectacularly overfed hips by the time we're finished, you and I. You're already so lusciously pear-shaped already; don't think I don't love every inch of your new figure; and don't think for a second that by the time we've fattened your breasts up to the size you've been dreaming of, your ass is going to be anything shy of tremendous. You can already barely fit it into the bathtub; don't deny it; I was there with you last Saturday, remember? You'll be lucky if we don't have to have every door in the house widened by the time I'm satisfied with you; and I don't think I'll be able to stop myself until you've got such a pair of tremulously overfattened cheeks that you'll be waddling around like you've had a few hundred pounds of jelly injected into your rump; huge, quivering, and just begging for a good spanking, any time I can take advantage of you.”
 
 
Still gulping away at my swollen teat, Ell gave out a submissive whimper of ecstasy, her lips feebly tightening around my sodden peak, as if she were desperate to fill herself with more as fast as she possibly could. My breast was more than half-drained by now; I wrapped my arms around it, squeezing in with my elbows and giggling at how Ell choked and struggled at the sudden surge that spurted past her unready lips. Her belly was becoming decadently massive beneath me, now so prodigiously bloated with milk that I only my toes touched the floor on either side of it, while a moment later the was a sound like a wet balloon on a windowpane as its skin, slick with my milk and perhaps some even more intimate fluids, rubbed hard against the bed frame.
 
 
“Mmm, and let's not neglect this belly we've worked so hard on together,” I mused, bending forward and patting the side of Ell's prodigious tummy approvingly, “Filling you to the brim like this once in a while has already made you nice and plump. No matter how many hours your spend at the gym; if we make a regular habit of this though, just think how big and soft in front you'll be by the time you've earned yourself a truly backbreakingly-swollen set of tits. I think you'll look so delectable once you've got a nice, full, fluffy belly swelling out underneath those big boobs you've been lusting after; I can just imagine sneaking into your room at night and playing with your sensual rolls until you wake up horny and begging for my attention.”
 
 
“Ooh, Seph, please, it’s too much,” Elena gasped, struggling to pull her mouth away from my lush breast, “Just give me a moment- to catch my breath- every nerve in my body is stretched as tight as can be! I've come so many times I've lost count- all your milk inside of me is just so heavy on all my tenderest places, but I'm so exhausted now, so utterly spent- please, I don't think I can take any more of this!”
 
 
“Aw, don't be like that,” I said, looking down on her while rubbing my milk-laden breast appraisingly, “I was hoping to get out of the house and run some errands this afternoon, and I just can't go out it public with one of my tits swollen up with ten gallons of milk making me all lopsided and unbalanced.”
 
 
“But your tits are ginormous no matter how full of milk they are,” Elena protested weakly, clutching anxiously at her massive belly, “besides, if it really bothers you that much, you can just spend a few minutes hooked up to the pump before you go out, can't you?”
 
 
“Oh, is that how easy you think it is for me? It's obvious you've still got a very long way to go before you're in a position to really understand what it's like going through life with a couple hundred pounds of huge, milky breasts weighing you down” I shot back, reaching beyond my bosom and poking Elena, hard, in the tit with an outstretched finger to drive home my point, “I've spent months trying to stay on top of milking myself and living lean just to keep my boobs from getting so debilitatingly ponderous that I can't even walk, skipping dessert and depriving myself of all the really good craft beers in town, and here, just to make your birthday special and give you what you really wanted, I skipped my last three pumping sessions and stayed up until three in the morning glutting myself with cake, just because I knew it would rock your world to come in this morning and find me with my tits so overfilled they're literally creaking. Even once I've wrung every last ounce from my girls, I won't be the least bit surprised if I've gained back at least fifty pounds and who knows how many inches of bustline overnight! I'll have to double up on pumping just to keep my body from deciding that this is what it’s supposed to be doing, and it’s not like I don't get enough scandalized stares at work without me going up a couple dozen cup sizes overnight!”
 
 
“Okay, I'm sorry,” Elena pleaded, looking genuinely contrite, “You're right, I was just enjoying your body and never stopped to think about what the consequences of making you blow yourself up like this would be for you. Here, I've had a chance to catch my breath, and no matter how full I am already, there's nothing I'd love to do more than really find out how much I can handle by sucking down every last drop of your sweet, thick milk.”
 
 
“Are you sure?” I asked, squeezing her belly between my legs again, “If you're going to finish me off, then there's no backing out again, no matter how painfully distended your poor, overfilled tummy gets, or if it finally dawns on you just how many pounds of quivering, jigglesome is going to be going straight to your big, spankable ass over the next few days. Then again, maybe you're going to finally get your wish, and the sheer overwhelming combination of calories and hormones I'm pumping into your body will finally trigger the growth spurt you've been fantasizing about. Just don't come moaning to me if your breasts finally do swell up by a hundred pounds each overnight, and you find yourself trapped whimpering in bed with your nipples too sore to touch and your areolae split right through with the whitest stretchmarks you've ever seen.”
 
 
“Oh, just give it to me,” Elena begged, leaning in and licking at my milk-weeping teat, “I hope every word you're saying comes true; just don't stop until you've forced me to swallow every last drop in your tits.”
 
 
“Well, if you insist; back to your feast then,” I smiled as I thrust my bloated breast between Ell's waiting lips, sighing with satisfaction as she started sucking like a woman half-dead from thirst, “It gets worse than that though, in case you think having your tits fattened up like that is going to be a treat; they'll hurt, you know, deep and throbbing like a bruise, every nerve in them screaming from being plumped up to such staggering dimensions. All you'll want to do is touch them, play with them, explore them, but it'll be weeks before you stop wincing in pain every time you run your fingers across their overstretched skin, blue veins pulsing just beneath the surface, struggling to feed such an obscenely overgrown pair of breasts as you've condemned yourself to lug around. Even as you quiver at how vast and sensitive they are, just the slightest touch being enough to leave you dripping wet and so horny your knees will buckle beneath you, every flaw, every fissure, every faint striation will remind you of just how dangerously overfilled your lust for more led you to become, and you'll be tantalized by the question of whether you could stand to grow just a little bit more, or whether your breasts are far too full and fat for safety's sake, and the fact that they haven't exploded is nothing but luck, pure and simple. But no matter how sore, no matter how heavy, no matter how your bosom aches with excess, there's always going to be a part of you that longs for even more, no matter the cost.”
 
 
“You're right; I can already feel it,” Elena gasped, milk dripping down her chin as she panted, her breath hot against the wet skin of my hard nipple, “Ohh, I feel like if I swallow another drop, it'll be too much for me to bear! I'm already so awfully full and heavy; I don't think I'll be able to move after this!”
 
 
“Mmm, even if you can, I don't expect you'll want to; you'll be so drunk with pleasure, so rapturously aroused that you'll just want to lay down and discover just how much pleasure you can endure with a body so lusciously overladen. But for now, back to business,” I instructed her as I filled her mouth with my thick teat once again, kneading at the supple bulk of my breast contentedly, “Well, I do believe I'm getting down to the last few gallons here and I'm beginning to think you might actually be able to finish me off after all. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. You know, as pear-shaped as you've been getting, I wonder if all that fat is really going to behave itself and keep to your ass and your hips. Maybe your body is going to be so critically overfilled with it that some of it's going to end up going some other places. I've got to admit, Ell, I've been thinking you'd look ever so sexy and self-indulgent with big, pillowy upper arms like some big girls get when they let themselves just really get fat and give up any exercise more challenging than opening the refrigerator door. I think I could really get to enjoy you if you just started getting soft and wobbly all over.”
 
 
“Mmmph,” Ell protested as the last few gallons of my milk flowed past her lips. I could feel her belly shudder as it stretched even further, already obscenely overbrimming, tight as a drum, and creaking beneath my own substantial weight.
 
 
“Shhh, there we go,” I murmured reassuringly as I massaged my breast, trying to wring every last drop safely into my overfed roommate, “Just one more swallow and- there! Congratulations, you just managed to suck down about a hundred gallons of my richest and creamiest, all in one sitting! How does it feel?”
 
 
“Ooh, I feel like an overfilled water balloon,” Ell sighed as I drew my now-languid breast from her lips and perched myself on the edge of the bed, my bosom now warm and soft as it filled my lap and rolled out across my thighs, “Are you sure, was that really a hundred gallons? I feel like I weigh a ton.”
 
 
“Mmm, pretty sure,” looking at her distended belly intently, “Back when Sadie had just given me the antidote and I was still gaining, like, ten cup sizes a day, I was putting out about that much, so it's not like I don't know what I'm talking about. And as for weighing a ton, you're not that far off; a hundred gallons is probably about eight hundred pounds, so I hope you don't have anywhere you need to be for the next couple of days while your body is figuring out just how much of that is going to your tits versus your ass.”
 
 
“Eight hundred pounds? Oh- I can't even breathe without it sloshing around inside of me,” Elena whispered, cradling her immense belly protectively, so hugely swollen that her full breasts now rode high and proud atop it, her plump nipples jutting slightly upwards, “I'm almost afraid to move, but I'm still so turned on I feel like I won't be relax and get some rest until I get fucked good and hard.”
 
 
“Well, you might just have to get used to being distractingly horny all the time,” I said, leaning forward and running a fingernail along the taut skin of her belly, smiling as Ell gasped and shivered at my touch, “All those calories, all that fat, all those recklessly overcharged hormones coursing through your body; who knows what you'll be stuck with once everything settles down. You may have bitten off more than you bargained for.”
 
 
What do you mean?” Ell asked, looking more than a little nervous as she glanced down at her swollen tummy.
 
 
“Oh, you know, just some of those things that happen when a woman gets pregnant and all the hormones and everything just kind of highjack her body and run amok, “I said casually, “Sort of like how you're hoping that all this will leave you with a pair of tits the size of beach balls instead of just giving you a lusciously massive ass and a belly that spills out past yours knees.”
 
 
“So, what else is there?” Elena insisted, more and more distraught by the second, “What's going to happen to me?”
 
 
“Well, I can't tell you for sure; I'm only just really beginning to understand how all of this has affected my own body, aside from inflating my boobs into a couple of milk-filled zeppelins,” I explained modestly, “but I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if all of this leaves you a bit more- how best to put it?- leaves your femininity just a bit more lush and juicy than you're used to.”
 
 
“Wait, so you mean I'm going to start getting bigger- down there?” Ell asked, staring down at her belly as if she could already see the changes beginning beneath its fertile bulk.
 
 
“Mmhmm, it happens a lot more often than you might think,” I said, letting myself down and rubbing the lower hemisphere of her belly teasingly, “So much uncontrollable womanliness coursing through your body, is it any surprise that it might have an effect on your tenderest, most feminine places?”
 
 
“So, what exactly is going to happen to me?” Ell said, sounding curious and alarmed in equal measure.
 
 
“Oh, it's nothing you need to worry about,” I explained, my fingers wandering lower beneath the overfilled globe of her belly, “Though by this time tomorrow your labia will probably already be starting to swell up.”
 
 
“Just how much swelling are we talking about here?” Ell asked, squeezing her thighs together distractedly.
 
 
“Mmm, at least for the first couple of days, nothing too extreme; you'll probably just feel like you're constantly aroused and ready for a good fucking, as pleasant as that might be,” I said, my fingers now brushing lightly against her thick, creamy thighs, “It probably won't stop there though; as all of this works its way deeper and deeper into the most sensitive tissues of your body, your lips are just going to plump up fuller and fuller every day, fat and juicy and getting you embarrassingly turned on from even the slightest thing.”
 
 
“Come on,” Ell said placidly, “You're just putting me on. My nethers aren't really going to get all puffed up and sensitive, are they?”
 
 
“You're really asking me that after a few weeks of gulping down my milk has left practically every other womanly region of your anatomy swollen to such cartoonish proportions you're having trouble fitting through your own bedroom door?” I asked, “Believe me, when you wake up one morning with your lips so exquisitely overfilled that just rubbing those fat thighs of yours together will be enough to make you come until you pass out from sheer sexual exhaustion, and you know what I'm going to do when I hear you wake up and start screaming the second you find out that you're so obscenely turned on by your own body you can't even walk anymore, don't you?'
 
 
“Oh, please tell me,” Elena asked, looking like she was practically begging me to whip out a pair of handcuffs and some extra-tight nipple clamps, “What will you do?”
 
 
“Why Ell, I'm going to give you a day you'll never forget, and maybe a night too, if you can will yourself to last that long,” I assured her, my hand pressed tight against the weight of her distended belly as I finally slipped two fingers between her indulgently fulsome thighs and into the already-blooming well of her femininity as she gasped helplessly with delight, “I'm going to round up every last toy in this bedroom and put each one through its paces until there's not a battery in this house that's got a charge left, and then once you're exhausted and delirious with bliss, I'm going to take my two bloated, milk-swollen tits, ready to split their seams after a night of neglect and however long it takes me to satisfy you, and I'm going to pin you to the floor until I've made you suck every last drop out of me. I think I'll be in for quite a treat; you're going to be so much fatter all over in a few days once your body has some time to turn this morning's efforts into jigglesome, quivering flesh. Oh, it makes me so horny, so reckless, just to imagine you with a plump, soft belly, and then feeling it get fuller and larger and tighter as I pump you full of my milk, stretchmarks blossoming across your skin like one of those girls who lets herself get pregnant and enormously fat at the same time and by month nine she looks like she's positively fit to burst!”
 
 
“Yes, then what?” Ell asked, gazing down at her belly as if she expected to see herself ballooning with fat already, “What will you do to me then?”
 
 
“Mmm, you'll be absolutely irresistible,” I murmured, fingers slipping further within her lust-slick depths as Elena rocked and whimpered with bliss, “You've already got such a huge, jiggly ass that I could just spank you until I can barely lift my arms, but just imagining you like that all over- well. I can just see you with rolls of fat spilling out deep onto those thunderous hips, quivering every time you so much as breathe, and thighs so indulgently luscious that they'll start to chafe just from you waddling from your bed to the kitchen. I think your arms are just about due to start fattening up too; any day now you'll wake up and discover that all your tops are just digging right into your skin, tighter and tighter until your arms are so thick that you can barely raise them over your head; your entire body so sensually swollen that you'll barely be able to move, much less fight me off whenever I decide to have my way with you.”
 
 
“Ohh, yess,” Elena whispered through clenched teeth, rolling her broad hips gently as I caressed her from within, “Do whatever you want with me; stretch my belly, make me fatter, make me cum, make me beg for more!”
 
 
“Good, because more is exactly what you're in for,” I smiled, reaching out with my free hand and giving one of her breasts a savage squeeze that made her flinch and tighten, “I think I'm going to keep forcing my milk down your throat until your tits have swollen up every last inch as big as mine, just so I'll have someone to commiserate with about how hard it is for a girl to get around with such a massive pair that even if you just counted the weight of my boobs, I'd still come up as morbidly obese by the numbers. Of course, you don't have the benefit of having had several gallons of pregnancy and lactation hormones forced into your system like I do, so you might not end up quite as perky and round as I am.”
 
 
“No?” Ell asked, doubtfully, though her disappointment melted away as I leaned over the vast girth of her belly and gave her a kiss right on one fat, throbbing nipple, “What's going to happen to my boobs then?”
 
 
“Mmm, they'll probably fare about like the rest of you,” I guessed, my hand straying down along the tender flesh of her ample thigh, “Stretching and straining to hold all that weight you're going to be gaining under my gentle care. They're already so soft and warm; I can almost see them billowing with fat already, ballooning into a spectacular pair of udders, spread apart on either side of your belly, getting pinched between your sides and your bloated arms, slapping rhythmically against your body when you try to walk, or when I'm having my way with you. Yeah, it's making me all hot just thinking about waking up to that every morning, nursing you until you're nearly paralyzed by lust and the sheer sensual lusciousness of your own fucking body. I think I could get used to coming in here every morning while you're still asleep, gently working my way between those juicy thighs of yours, and just eating you out until you're absolutely helpless.”
 
 
“Oh, Seph,” Ell gasped; I could feel her pulse racing where her body touched mine, “Do it, please; I'll do anything you tell me to!”
 
 
“Hmm, I think you've had enough exercise for one morning, not to mention a very filling breakfast,” I admonished her, giving her taut belly a hard slap that made her shudder, before struggling to my feet and turning towards the bedroom door, “You'd better take it easy for a few hours while you're still so terribly full, or else you might actually pop!”
 
 
“No, please, I'm too horny!” Ell pleaded, struggling to her knees and trying, without success, to reach past her mammoth belly and give herself a little relief, before falling helplessly onto her back, “You can't leave me like this; I'll lose my mind.”
 
 
“Okay, okay,” I said, turning and giving her a softhearted smile, “I'm afraid I can't stick around long enough to wear you out right now though. Now that I'm not lugging around a hundred gallons of milk anymore I've got to get out and run a few errands before the real blizzard hits us. I've got to swing by the library and get some stuff nailed down in case we're closed for the next week, and hopefully figure out a tactful way to let Kylie know that, as wonderful it is that she's embraced the way her body wants to be, every time she reaches for a book above eye-level she's treating the entire library to the entire lower half of her belly and she's fast coming up on adding a generous helping of underboob to the floor show, so she might really want to think about investing in some larger sweaters, or at least a lacier bra so when those melons of hers start peeking out she's at least showing them off properly. Oh, and as soon as I remember where I laid my phone, I'll need to send Mara a text and let her know that I won't have any milk to deliver this afternoon anyway, and maybe for the next few days too if we get snowed in, in which case Ell, I'll be expecting you to step up and do your duty even sooner than we were planning on, so I hope you're feeling thirsty and ready to do some growing.”
 
 
“But what about now?” Elena begged, laying on the floor in a state abject arousal, “I'm so turned on I feel like I'm about to explode in more ways than one and- Ahhhhhhh!”
 
 
“Mmm,” I murmured, moving in closer and rubbing Elena's vast, tender belly fondly, “That good, is it?”
 
 
“Ohh, no, Seph, it's not my belly or, you know, between my thighs this time,” Elena panted, looking suddenly pale and panicked, “It's my tits, something's happening with them! For a moment they felt, I dunno, all tingly and warm and then, they just got all tight inside like someone was blowing them up like- Ohhhhhhh!”
 
 
I stared at Ell's breasts as she wailed in climax, gaping as suddenly, impossibly, her already-cumbersome breasts doubled in size in the space of seconds. Quivering, they ballooned out across the upper reaches of her mammoth belly, swelling until they hung heavily against Elena's neck. The sheer amount of fat flooding into them was mind-blowing, their skin succumbing reluctantly to contain such a massive onslaught of lushness, a few pinkish stretchmarks blooming into existence along the sides of her fat breasts as they yielded, her areolae going from a couple inches wide to as broad as her palms in an instant, their delicate skin growing pale and overtaxed as it happened.
 
 
“Holy fuck, Seph, what's happening to my tits?” Elena asked in a quavering voice as soon as she could breathe, her entire body trembling with shock, though no portion of her quite so emphatically as her bosom,” I've never seen you grow that fast before; what's happening to me? I don't understand; my poor breasts feel like they've been inflated to bursting, how come they're still so soft and tender?”
 
 
“I- I don't know, Ell,” I admitted, tentatively feeling my roommate's abruptly bloated bosom, “Maybe- maybe all these months all the hormones I took were still in my system somehow, laying dormant or something, and forcing my boobs to fill up with all the milk I could make them hold finally stirred it all up again, and then- I'm just guessing- but we've been priming your body with my milk for a few months now, and it's already made you grow so quickly and then today you're just exposed to a massive dose of that's just churning with all the stuff that made me into a walking dairy and it's just- I'm not going to pretend to have all the answers, but I think you might be in for an even more dramatic growth spurt than I was expecting.”
 
 
“I- I don't know if I can handle this right now,” Ell said nervously, touching her plumped-up breasts with all the ease of someone preparing to disarm a pair of very potent and poorly-wired bombs, “I mean, my belly is already so fucking gigantic I can barely breathe; I can't deal with my boobs blowing up to a few hundred pounds each too!”
 
 
“Well, all that weight has to be coming from somewhere,” I suggested encouragingly, as I gave Ell a pat on her belly, “See, your belly isn't quite so distended already now that your body is pumping everything it can spare into your boobs.”
 
 
“That's not much consolation, Seph,” Elena said, her jaw set, “My tits feel way too full already! Even if my belly isn't tight enough to bounce a quarter off of anymore, I'm just so exhausted; I'm not ready for another round of- of- Ahhhh!”
 
 
Another wave of growth surged into Ell's breasts before she could finish. In less than half a minute, her straining mammaries were laden with what had to be at least another fifteen pounds of tremulous flesh each. Glistening with fevered sweat, her breasts inflated with fat until they weighed heavily down on her belly, larger than ripe watermelons but infinitely more yielding. If not for bulk of Elena's brimming belly they would have hung from her chest like two fulsome, pendulous teardrops, and even with such ample support beneath them, her nipples were pointing more towards the bedroom floor than out in front of her now, the lower quarter of her overextended areolae now touching her fertile-looking middle. Her bosom spilled out lusciously across its summit, wider than her plump shoulders, her soft flesh quivering uncontrollably and pouring out between her fingers as she clutched at her ripening endowments.
 
 
“Oh- Seph, please- you have to do something,” Elena begged, panting for breath like she'd just run a marathon, her lush bosom heaving violently, “Please- you have to know how to do something to slow this down! My tits- they just feel so- so full, like my body is pumping them up with fat faster than my skin can stretch!”
 
 
“Well, that's because that's what's actually happening,” I said, trying to sound as sympathetic as I could under the circumstances, “I mean, I don't know if you can see it, but you're starting to get some pretty impressive stretchmarks along the sides of your girls, and, spoiler alert, after a few days of carrying that much boob around you'll probably start developing some of those really pale ones right where they hang from your chest and your body has to support way more weight than any healthy woman ever needs to. I did mention, Ell, that glutting yourself with so much of my milk was going to make you bigger, and not in a perky, I'm huge but I can just flounce around with no bra on, sort of way.”
 
 
“But they just feel so hot, I can barely even touch them!” Ell protested, and even from half a foot away, I could feel the heat washing from her chest, “Didn't you learn anything from Sadie that might help slow things down, or at least make me a little more comf- Ahhhhhh!”
 
 
Another jolt shot through Elena's helpless form, and a split second later another burst of growth gushed into her trembling breasts. I could actually hear her expanding this time, a deep sort of a rush, like jello under high pressure being forced into a balloon, the faint creak of her skin pulling tighter as her breasts strained to accommodate so much, so fast. Two inches- four- six- every second it lasted left Ell's bust bloated to even more spectacular proportions as her breasts each swelled up with gallon upon gallon of delicate, womanly flesh. Her areolae were stretched so tight that they were barely any darker than her pale skin, with only a faint halo of pink, nearly six inches across encircling her rosy nipples, now pointing markedly downwards as her fat melons hung heavy and soft against her voluptuous body, so large than even against her massive belly they still looked unnaturally maternal.
 
 
“Oh, Seph, please, do something!” Elena begged, weakly trying to gather her bloated breasts up with her plump arms, as if that would somehow hinder their unbridled overdevelopment, their sheer bulk spilling out soft and untamable around them, “Ahh, they're just too full; I feel like if I get much bigger I'm going to just up and pop! C'mon, Seph, you've been through this before- how much bigger am I going to get?”
 
 
“I wish I could tell you Ell, I really do,” I apologized, kneeling down in front of my immobilized roommate, my own fat melons hanging softly against hers, “But like I said, for all I know you've got ten times as many hormones coursing through you right now as I ever had, I just don't know how much bigger you're going to get before your body reaches some kind of equilibrium.”
 
 
“Oh, fuck, Seph, something's different,” Elena said, her voice quiet with panic, “I can feel it coming again, more than ever this time, building inside of me. Its like- it's like knowing I'm about to have a seizure or a heart attack or something- I can't- I can hardly breathe-”
 
 
“Ell, try to keep it together,” I urged her, starting for the first time to really worry about her safety as I reached out and grabbed her tightly by the arm, “What are you feeling? Stay with me here; you're going to be okay, I promise.”
 
 
“I feel dizzy, like I'm being struck by lightning and I'm about to explode or something,” Elena faltered, her eyes losing focus, “Oh my- I think it's coming- I think I'm com- OHHHHH!”
 
 
Elena let out a piercing shriek as her breasts endured a tsunami of expansion far beyond everything she had already suffered. In the blink of an eye her massive mammaries billowed to positively obscene proportions. I heard them stretching like overinflated balloons as they bulged out more than a foot wider on either side of her, instantly overwhelming her huge belly and surging out beyond it in front, not longer resting on top of it so much as burying its top two thirds and leaving its lower reaches in shadow, with just a few taut inches of exposed skin between her thick thighs and her opulent bosom.
 
 
I stared, helpless and transfixed as my lover's breasts were each glutted with at least another hundred pounds, Elena so paralyzed by the sensations wracking her body that all she could do was whimper meekly as her bustline threatened to become broader than she was tall. Her areolae were excruciatingly overdrawn now, pulled so tight that even the slightest motion of her behemoth bosom left their tender skin rippling as if they could barely contain the quiversome sea within her, while her nipples, which has looked quite full and plump when she had merely been an L cup, were now tantalizingly small against the luscious sea of pale flesh around them.
 
 
Another surge inundated Ell's brimming breasts; the vivid stretchmarks along the undersides of her boobs pulled wider as she became more desperately overfilled; the white striations that had begun to appear where her titanic melons hung from her chest grew longer as the massive weight of her bust strained her skin ever more severely. With one final flood of fattening, her breasts ballooned outwards until their undersides hung even with Elena's waist, leaving her kneeling there on the floor, panting for breath, soaked in a feverish sweat, and looking for all the world as if she was about half a cup size away from acutely catastrophic consequences.
 
 
Elena's tits were gigantic. Unlike my own, which somehow held a certain pneumatic buoyancy no matter how full or empty I became, Ell's breasts were far more immensely maternal-looking than mine had ever been. They lay against her belly, ponderously engorged with liquid softness and each nearly three feet across, bulging out so far beyond her proud belly that the floor two feet in front of her was bathed in their shadow. I reached out and touched one; it yielded so very willingly against my fingertips, Ell's breasts still throbbing with excess, blue veins, barely perceptible to my touch, meandering across its surface like rivers across a lush plain just beneath her overstretched skin. There was something impossibly seductive about how vulnerable and delicately overburdened Elena's breasts were, yet something so very warm and welcoming, like I could hardly wait to find myself pressed up against her in bed, those huge, soft breasts of hers spilling heavy and cozy into every space between our bodies. I reached out with both hands, as eagerly as I dared, and fondled Elena's stunningly distended mammaries, savoring how willingly they filled my hands and spilled out between my outstretched fingers.
 
 
“Mmmm, Seph, is it over?” Elena asked groggily, blinking as she pressed a palm to her forehead as she tried to will her senses back in order, “I'm okay, right? My boobs didn't explode or anything?
 
 
“I think the fast part is over at least,” I ventured cautiously, leaning forward to plant a steadying hand on her shoulder, little minding that doing so pressed my own ample bosom invitingly against hers, “As for exploding, I'm not going to guess how close we came to that but, well, I think you're safe for now, though I wouldn't make any sudden moves until you feel like you've gotten used to being so, um, well-endowed, and I think I'm going to have to cut you off on any more nursing sessions with me until I'm satisfied that you're not going to bruise just from carrying them around the house, to say nothing of trying to keep those stretchmarks of yours from getting worse than they already are.”
 
 
“What do you mea-” Elena said dreamily, looking down and finally realizing the magnitude of the febrile growth her body had been forced to endure in the last few minutes, “Oh, fuck, Seph! I'm enormous!”
 
 
“Calm down; I was pretty sure this was going to happen to you sooner or later,” I said with a smile, patting Ell's bloated boobs affectionately, “I mean, yeah, I had no idea you were going to blow up until you were nearly as big as me over the course of a couple hours, or that your poor girls were going to come out of it pushed quite so near to their ultimate limits, but hey, this is what you wanted all along, right; a big jiggly ass, a nice, self-indulgent belly, and a pair of tits so huge that you might even steal a few looks from me under the right circumstances. Sure, you should probably get some rest before you do anything too demanding like, I dunno, walking or leaving the house, but by this time tomorrow we're gonna have three feet of snow on the ground, so you can take your time getting used to your new figure while I teach you how to handle yourself.”
 
 
“Mmm, 'how to handle myself,'” Ell echoed with a wicked grin, “Yes, I can hardly wait to learn all the massive boob-handling skills you've picked up since you split the seams of your first bra; I just hope there's lots of hands-on instruction involved.”
 
 
“Do you even have to ask?” I asked with feigned offense, leaning in closer, our titanic breasts squeezed tight between our bodies as I planted a teasing kiss on her lips, “Though as soft as you are, I think we're going to have to get you fitted for something well-engineered and triple reinforced before you'll so much as dare to show yourself in public again if you don't want to get picked up for public indecency.”
 
 
“They are awfully squishy, aren't they?” Elena said, leaning back a little so she could run her hands appraisingly along her lush contours of her bosom, “It's going to take some getting used to to think of all this as part of me now; they're just so warm and stimulating against my body. Oh, I can hardly wait until I've had a day or two to sleep off some of the milk you've gorged me with, I can only imagine how it'll feel settling in for a nice hot bath, my breasts just filling my lap, full and heavy against my belly, yielding and tender against all my most sensitive places- Oh!”
 
 
“What is it? You're not growing again, are you?” I asked with a start as Elena shuddered, more than a little worried about just how much more of this her breasts could take if she truly was in for another round of being played with by her own hormones.
 
 
“I- I don't think so,” Ell answered uncertainly after a pause, “I mean, my boobs feel all warm and- I dunno- needy all of a sudden but it's not like before. I feel like- I can't really explain it- it's like even though I'm exhausted my tits are all hot and ready for more- more of something.”
 
 
“Ah, I bet I know what that is,” I said with an experience smile, “Here, lean back a little for a second and I'll show you.”
 
 
Squirming awkwardly as she struggled with the new weight of her body, Ell did as I asked, and I leaned in low and close, deftly taking one of her small, taut nipples in my mouth. I felt it swelling instantly between my lips, it's hard, pebbled skin throbbing against my tongue. I sucked, and smiled to myself as Elena gasped and shivered at my touch. A few seconds later I forced myself to let go, drew myself up until I was looking her in the eyes, and slowly smiled, a fresh mouthful of milk dripping from my lips.
 
 
“Oh fuck-” Ell stammered, “You mean I'm- that's my- I'm filling up-”
 
 
“Yes, and if I know anything at all about this sort of thing, it's more than a little,” I said with immense satisfaction as I massaged one of Elena's breasts proudly, “Here, let's get you up in bed so I can hook you up to the breast pump before we have to find out the hard way just how much fuller your boobs can get before they pop.”
 
 
“Mmm, but I've been waiting for this for so long,” Ell insisted, trying, with only partial success, to cradle her swelling breasts in her plump arms, “Why should the pump get to have all the fun? Are you sure you wouldn't like to help me out a little?”
 
 
“As much as I'd love to discover just how much you're putting out now that your boobs have finally started producing; I think I'm already going to be going around the house braless for the next week after what I've put my girls through today for you already, and I don't think they need any encouragement from you to make them even fatter,” I said pointedly, “And like I said, I've got a few places to go before I'm ready to settle in for the blizzard, but if you're hell-bent of on not letting a drop go untasted, here, let's see if we can get you into bed at least.”
 
 
Five minutes of extremely heavy lifting later, Elena was laying in bed, a large blanket draped ineffectually over her tremendous tummy. She moaned contentedly as she sucked on one of her steadily-filling breasts, the other lolling out across her body and the bed temptingly, its nipple already swollen to the size and nearly the color of an overripe grape and leaking milk in sympathy with its twin. Ell was so lost in the delights of her own overfilled figure that she didn't even notice when I stepped back in a few minutes later, dressed, ready to face the descending cold, and hoping that I was bundled up enough that nobody at work was going to notice that I had gone up probably a dozen cup sizes overnight, though Kylie knew that today was Elena's birthday and would probably be able to put two and two together easily enough no matter how much I swaddled my thoroughly-milked but still very swollen breasts.
 
 
“Hey Ell!” I shouted, getting her to at least open an eye and look at me, though she did not deign to pause in enjoying her newly-earned assets for a moment, “Just in case you didn't notice, the breast pump is all plugged in, ready and right on the nightstand, so if you start feeling too much like an overfilled water balloon, you can just hook yourself up and get some relief that way. Also, if you check the top drawer, I'm pretty sure your favorite vibrator is in there, so if by some miracle you can actually reach past everything you've got going on out front, you should be able to have some fun while I'm gone.”
 
 
“M-mmph,” Elena mumbled appreciatively from around her milky mouthful.
 
 
“You're welcome,” I chirped brightly, turning to leave before remembering one last thing, “By the way, I called Sadie to see if she wanted me to drop that orange sweater she loaned me by her house and we kind of got to talking and, well, she's coming over for supper tonight in about, let me see, four hours, so if you could make yourself some semblance of decent before she shows up, that would be wonderful. On the other hand, I'm sure she's seen more than a few girls in your predicament before and she might have a few ideas for how to make you more comfortable, though if the roads get really bad later on, well, I may have to insist she spend the night whether she wants to or not.”

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