Lingerie

Chapter 3

With that, she knocked on Art's door to see if he was in. He was. He stood in the doorway, wearing jeans and a sleeveless tee-shirt, television soundlessly broadcasting a b-ball game behind him. First things he saw were her breasts, of course, but he had the sense to quickly look up into Myra's eyes.

"M - myra?" he said. "Wasn't expecting you after last night."

"That was rude of me," she cooed, casting her eyes downward to even further emphasize her cleavage. "But if you're willing to forgive me, I thought maybe we could pick up where we left off last night. . ."

They raced for the insurance man's bedroom, and this time, Myra eagerly unveiled herself. Art went at her with a happy enthusiasm, mouthing each nipple until it poked out appreciatively, massaging each fulsome globe with so much absorption that she felt herself swiftly moistening. She'd never had a man so turned on by her body before, and the sensation was nearly overwhelming. Art grew large in his jeans (no magic briefs needed here!) between her thighs. Then they separated and quickly disrobed.

Her lover sat on the edge of the bed, erection rising dramatically, and gestured towards his lap. Myra straddled his legs, boobs bouncing gelatinously in front of his face, and lowered herself onto his shaft. She was tight but wet enough to make slow penetration possible. Soon as she settled as far as she could go, Art began to tongue and suck her breast flesh avidly. It made Myra squirm and push him even deeper into her. Pushing his face between both mounds and hugging her torso passionately, he began to thrust up against her clitoris. Breasts flopping against the side of his head, she quickly came and came again.

Finally, she stiffened and arched back, breasts settling to both sides of her body. Art pushed them back together, but they were too much for him to manage at the same time. Myra grinned and put her hands over her lovers', feeling both his muscular fingers and her overflowing flesh. "You're really something," Art told her. "I can't believe I didn't notice you earlier. You've got a killer shape."

Myra just smiled and leaned into his face, obscuring Art's features against her bounteous boobs. He took her right nipple between his teeth, lightly flicking it with his tongue. A warm feeling washed across her body, and in that moment, Myra started to change again.

She noticed it first beneath her breasts. As her belly quickly started to fill the space between her and Art, it pushed her mams up towards her chins. She felt it droop between her outstretched thighs, which themselves were widening over Art's legs. Suddenly, she realized, the edge of her butt cheeks were no longer resting on her lover's knees.

She was growing down below, again, filling to accommodate her 70-plus FFs!

How could this be happening? She wasn't even wearing either bra anymore! Myra brought a pudgy hand to her mouth, felt her bulging cheeks, then looked down at Art in horror. He looked like a cartoon character facing an oncoming boulder. Art was disappearing behind her growing forefront, still connected to her where it mattered.

"Can't. . . support you. . ." Art gasped, and in that moment his legs collapsed beneath her weight. Myra felt herself fall back onto the bedroom floor, Art following. Though he nearly slipped out, Art reasserted himself heroically. Belly still ballooning between them, hips and legs still broadening, she couldn't believe he still wanted her. But if looks were to be believed, her growth had made him even harder.

As she continued enlarging, Art redoubled his efforts. Her growth seemed to simultaneously help and hamper their congress: while her burgeoning belly presented an ever growing obstacle, her buttocks were lifting her higher. Using his knees for support, Art thrust against her, sending thrills throughout her jiggling form.

Though she should have been horrified by the changes that were happening to her, Myra was too swept up by her sexual excitement. She came just as she hit her maximum weight. Breasts and belly looming up ahead of her, Art's head visible behind the crest of her paunch, she was overcome by the strongest orgasm she'd ever felt. She came repeatedly a second time, tremulous body shuddering all around her.

Art quickly followed suit, shooting into her with force.

"You're fantastic," he said, once they'd both settled down enough to separate. "I wondered about those breasts of yours, but I thought it might've been the results of something medical. I never imagined anything as exciting as this could happen!"

"You like me like this?" Myra asked, rolling onto her side. A pair of mega-sized panties were dangling around her right ankle; she knew without even seeing them that they were the force behind her transformation. Soon as she kicked the undergarment off her foot, it disappeared from sight.  They would never find it on the bedroom floor.

She couldn't even see parts of herself, but she knew she was huge, twice the size of Patty. (What was that earlier guesstimate? Seven hundred plus pounds?) Her forefront pushed ahead out of reach of her blubbery arms; her hips rose to a height almost parallel with the top of Art's bed. It was going to take some major effort to get up off the floor, she thought.

When she did, she found her clothes still fit (though she wondered about the rest of her wardrobe). Waddling to the mirror, Myra took full stock of herself.

She was as fat as expected, a massive round figure with breasts that shelved on top of her pre-eminent stomach. Her face had filled out; her chins sagged in front of her neck. Lifting her upper arms, she saw they hung halfway down her upper torso, pushing her mamfat out further. Her belly drooped to her knees, its folds still visible in her sweats. Her rear nearly swelled out as far.

"I love you like this," Art was saying, as he came up beside her to kiss her. "But how in the world did it happen?"

Myra gave him all she knew, but it still wasn't enough to explain this last change.

"Sounds pretty far-fetched," he said. "But I can't argue with the evidence in front of me." He patted her belly affectionately. "We need to talk to Patty in person," Art decided. "Maybe she can straighten it out."

"Okay," Myra said. "But can we hit a drive-thru first? All of a sudden I feel famished!"

Art grinned. "No problem," he said. Looked like he was as into the thought of Myra eating as Patty's husband was with her.

It took some work negotiating Myra's new frame out of the building and into Art's car. But they succeeded, even if Myra did have to stop every fifteen feet or so to get her breath. They hit a Burger King, where the newly super-sized beauty ate a second lunch large enough to feed a carload of high school students. Myra couldn't believe how hungry she was - if she ate like this every day, she was going to be even twice her size in no time!

There was no car in the driveway of Patty's home, but Myra and Art made their way to the front door, anyway. They found a large flat box in-between the screen and main door with Myra's name written on one of the flaps. Pulling it out, they found a note peaking on the inside.

It read:

"Had to go out, but I knew you'd be back.

"By now you've probably guessed what I've done. That second brassiere also had a matching pair of panties, and you've no doubt grown to fit them. Inside the box, you'll find some sample underclothing that will make it easier for you to go work without raising any eyebrows. Their effectiveness is only as short-term as that first pair of lingerie.

"Inside, you'll find a mail order catalog from Ample Stuffing, the company that produces all these items. You'll also find a form for their Incentive Program which offers great bargains to anyone who's signed up someone new.

"If you wish, you can also order longer wear items like the last bra you put on. But, I warn you, they're pretty expensive. Perhaps you won't want to if that boyfriend of yours is the fat admirer I suspect him to be. A lot of breast men are, you know - it's about the only socially acceptable outlet for fat acceptance that our culture allows.

"Call me and let me know how the rest of the weekend turns out."

"Pretty elaborate way to drum up repeat customers," Art said, reading the note over her shoulders. "But it's probably a lot less work than a lingerie party." Myra held a bra between them. It was close to her old size but a bit fuller in the cups; she could wear this at work without exciting too much comment. The panties looked just the ones she'd been wearing for years, but, of course, they had one significant difference.

A second pair rested in the bottom of the box. The two would do until she could make a bigger order.

Art's words aside, there was more behind this than just drumming up a larger customer base. Growing to super-size, Myra felt like she'd discovered a whole new world. There was a lot, she suspect, that she'd be learning from Patty in the future.

But for now there was the rest of the weekend with Art.

"What you thinking?" Art was asking.

"I think," Myra answered, swinging a brassiere over with her index finger, "that these will come in handy Monday morning. Right now, I want to go back to your place."

Art beamed happily. "Perhaps we should stop at the grocers first?" he said, anticipating the evening's meal.

"Sure," Myra answered, and she patted her forefront. She was five times the woman she'd been when she woke up that morning, and she never felt better about herself. She didn't think she'd be wearing her workclothes much outside the office. And she was also wondering if the catalog went into even bigger sizes.

She wouldn't be surprised if it did.