Chapter 2

Three months later, Melissa was unpacking her clothing box in the new apartment she had rented with Tyler.

Her outfit strained as she leaned over - she had porked out considerably from her constant gluttony, encouraged by her new loving boyfriend. As she leaned over the seams on her jeans could be heard straining audibly over her swollen rump, swelled deliciously by the excess calories she had been consuming.

She pulled out some skimpy pink underwear from her box...it was the pair she had worn the day she met Tyler. 'Hmmm,' she thought. 'Size 10.'

With a playful smirk she dug under her bloated potbelly, still swollen from her lunchtime indulgence of burritos and beans and cheese and sour cream. With some difficulty she grasped her jeans button and popped it loose - her zipper notched itself down immediately and her current overloaded panties, a white pair, pressed outward with her bulging flesh. She giggled to herself, coyly slapping her growing mound of womanly belly. "Naughty belly," she cooed to herself as she cradled it with love and self-lust.

She pulled the excessively tight jeans off, and glanced at the label as she tossed them aside. 'Size 18, hm.'

She removed her dampened panties, giggling with excitement, and placed the size 10s at her feet. She leaned over, and her breasts bulged forth with new size and weight, nearly toppling her. Yes, being so top-heavy often made her lose her balance, but she loved it. The problem was, her huge boobs were blocking her view, so she had to feel around for the panties and pull them up. The holes were tight on her calves, and halfway up her meaty thighs they stuck fast. They were still several inches from the fat swell of her ass. She moistened further.

Her next move was to wobble over to the box and pull out her old bra from the same time period. She wanted to see. She loved her big boobs and couldn't help herself.

In only three months, Tyler's help had swollen her from a chubby 150 pounds to 200 last Friday. Today was Tuesday the 1st, and she already felt fatter. It turned her on, and made her hungry.

Returning to the matter at hand, she looked at the bra's label. 38DD. She almost laughed. She placed the band under her enormously ripe breasts and attempted to clasp it at the back, but she had grown too much. It was several inches short. For curiosity's sake, Melissa crammed her boobs into the cups anyway, and there was of course nowhere near enough room. They bulged obscenely, both over and under the cups, when she held the band tight at her back...as tight as it would go, anyway.

Melissa then dropped to the floor, and starting ravenously pleasuring herself in front of the mirror.

(continue? ;))