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Vivian woke when the sunlight peeked through between the curtains across the room. The first thing she felt was an urgent aching in her chest. She looked down and saw her breasts swollen beyond capacity. They were crowned with her thick nipples popped out and leaking small droplets of milk onto the bed sheets.

She looked over at the clock. 8:17. Two hours past her usual milking.

“Buddy!” she called. “Buddy!”

Her husband came in already showered and dressed. “You’re up finally,” he smiled.

“Yeah, I’m up, and about to pop. Why’d you let me sleep so late?”

“It’s the first morning with Junior away at summer camp. I figured I’d let you sleep in some.” He walked over and leaned in to kiss Vivian on the forehead. As he did he cupped one her mams and gave a gentle squeeze. “Wow, you are ripe.”

“Ouch. Careful. I need a milking now, Buddy.” Vivian got on all fours, assuming the position. Buddy gave her tush a playful slap, jiggling the 30 pounds of winter weight Vivian had failed to lose over the spring. She gave an annoyed grunt and he hurried over with the bottles and began massaging the base of her huge, hanging breasts until she started streaming rich cream from her thick nipples.

Vivian moaned in relief and soon started moaning in pleasure. Buddy had mastered the practice over the years and knew how to work her udders to not only empty them, but also get her motor running in the process. Two overflowing bottles later Vivian was pawing at Buddy’s jeans as she wiggled her ass in the air.

Buddy eagerly obliged and took his wife from behind as she wailed in just as much pleasure and relief as she had when being milked. Her floppy fun bags slapped under her chin with each stroke until she finished and collapsed into a heap on the bed.

Buddy sat down next to her, gently brushing her curly brown hair from her face.

“Is that what every morning is going to be like this summer?” Vivian panted.
“Because I could get used to that.”

“Maybe not every morning. Especially since your sister is coming to stay with us for the summer. Probably not ideal for her to wake up to big sis moaning and screaming.”

“I wasn’t screaming. Was I?”

“A little bit.”

Vivian rolled to her side. She looked over her soft, naked form. “I‘m sure I‘ll get the usual from her on how I let myself go.”

“Well technically that‘s my doing, but I don‘t see why her opinion of your figure should matter.”

“I used to be a 110 pound gym member. Now I can barely fit into my size 12’s and haven’t been in a gym in years.”

Buddy stroked her soft belly. “I told you I was going to mold you into the ideal motherly form.”

Vivian rolled her eyes. “I know I know. You told me all the time about your cultural tradition. How was I supposed to know you’d be so good at it? I mean what guy cooks as good as you. And what guy knows how to keep a woman lactating five years after pregnancy.”

“Ahh, centuries old secrets passed down from my ancestors on the island, my dear. Plus Junior is the healthiest kid in his class drinking your milk. And besides that, imagine how big you’d be if you didn’t burn all those calories being milked twice a day.”

Vivian grunted as she stood up. Completely naked she looked plenty chubby. Flabby thighs and a wide rear with patches of cellulite. Her thick hips tapered in slightly to a pudgy gut that was partially obscured by her heavy hanging udders.

When she had met and been swept off her feet by Buddy back when she first came to Hawaii on vacation she had been a rather slender little thing. Buddy had been the dreamy surfing instructor at the resort she stayed at. The rest was history. Vivian never went back to Illinois. Her two week vacation turned into a dream-like romance and then a loving marriage.

Buddy had warned her plenty during their long romance that her figure would likely change when they got married. It was always accompanied with the long and somewhat boring story of Buddy’s heritage. He was actually from an even smaller island then Hawaii with traditions and cultures much different from the U.S. And not that Vivian ignored him, but she didn’t expect the drastic change that happened after he slipped the ring on her figure. Almost instantly her clothes started fitting tighter. She was quite plump by the time they started trying to get pregnant. Once with child any hope of ever fitting back into a size 4 vanished along with her feet from her view.

“I don’t know how you do it,” Vivian sighed as she tugged on a pair of panties that were noticeably tight.

“Old family secret…coupled with your healthy appetite,” Buddy grinned a grin that had Vivian unsure if he were kidding or not.

She cupped her sagging milk bags. The stretched flesh spilled over her palms like sand through an hourglass. “You really milked me dry. I feel like I could fit into my old F cups.

Buddy watched as stretch-marked udder poured over her palm and slapped against her soft torso. “I’d like to see you try to squeeze those into a little F cup.”

“Ugh. And even as I complain I’m starting to get a craving for one of your omelets.”

“That’s good because I got one warming in the oven for you.”

Vivian instinctively licked her lips. “Is it just me you have this power over?”

“Why would I be concerned with anyone else’s figure?”

“Just wondering.”

Buddy shrugged. “All the men of my home island aspire to find a kind, loving and loyal wife that they can shape into the ideal of-”

“The Goddess Offlenia. Yeah, yeah. I remember.”

“It’s Offlentia, Viv dear.”

“Sure, whatever. What I wondered is if you could use your talents to thicken a potential guest staying with us for the summer.”

Buddy nodded, finally getting what she was after. “Your sister?”

“She’d be less annoying to visit with if her tiny little waistline thickened just a bit. Or even better if her tight little bottom filled out and softened. But I’m sure you couldn’t do that.”

“I’m pretty sure I could.”

“Not likely, babe. She jogs every day and eats only rabbit food.”

“Like you used to?”

Vivian grinned to herself as she tugged on a pair of jeans that were just as snug as her panties and then struggled in to one of her GG nursing bras. She walked over and patted Buddy on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, babe. I was just thinking out loud. I couldn’t expect you to be able to give my sister a fat, lumpy bubble-butt or anything.” Then Vivian walked to the kitchen to get her omelet and left Buddy to think in the bedroom.

Mandy was four years younger then Vivian. They were clearly related. They both had the same uncontrollably curly hair and big brown eyes. Both were just over five foot with bubbly personalities. Mandy however was in her last year at a prestigious college while Vivian had taken a few courses at the community collage. Vivian was a large breasted, overfed housewife, while Mandy was almost flat as a board with a tight, firm physique and also very single.

She had asked to stay with Vivian over the summer since their parents were not spending the season up at their cabin as they usually did. That meant if she went back to their house they would be there, seriously cramping her carefree lifestyle. Plus the fact that staying at Vivian’s meant a trip to Hawaii didn’t hurt.

And so she showed up with a couple bags and a sly smirk on her face when Vivian greeted her in a very tight pair of yoga pants that showed off every inch of her large lower half.

“Wow. You’ve managed to get even bigger then when I saw you at Christmas,” Mandy smirked. “I’ll have to remember to get you plus-sizes because you’ll sure be there by the time I shop for this year’s gifts.”

“Nice to see you too,” Vivian replied.

“Oh I’m just kidding, sis. Maybe it’ll motivated you to join me jogging in the mornings.”

Vivian shimmied her shoulder causing her slowly refilling jugs to wobble under her shirt. “I’m not jogging anywhere with these puppies.”

Buddy interrupted by offering to take Mandy’s bags.

“Why thank you, Buddy. Such a gentleman. And a gentleman who has had no problems keeping his physique after marriage. I always wonder how my chubby sister managed to land such a hunk.”

“Part of my job is having to look good in board shorts,” Buddy winked and lead her back to the guest bedroom.

And so began the summer. With their son staying with Vivian’s parents in the Midwest while he went to a summer camp and a seldom seen relative visiting it seemed like a vacation. Sure Buddy and Vivian still had to work, but in their free time they entertained Mandy by taking her to all the usual tourist traps and even the places that tourists usual never found out about. It was a nice change of pace.

Vivian had almost forgotten about her manipulative challenge to her husband. It had been a petty thing and she knew it. And she never expected Buddy to take her up on it. It was just her self-conscious nature showing through, along with her awe at what Buddy had been able to do. In five years of marriage he had completely changed her body type. No one on either side of her family had a bust over a C cup and yet here she was lugging around jugs worthy of a stripper’s pole. Not to mention the milk which had taken Vivian even longer to get used to. And again was something no one in her family ever did. All the kids were bottle fed.

Being overweight was also something that didn’t run in the family. Vivian’s father was a former soldier who still trained like he was getting ready to be called to the front lines. And her mother was a former figure skater who actually got more petite after she retired when her muscle tone vanished and left her little more then skin and bone.

Yet here Vivian was with a thick ridge of flesh overflowing her belt.

It had been hard to get used to at first. Being less fit was the first thing she noticed. Being slightly out of breath after going up a few flights of stairs and sore and sweaty after more wild bedroom sessions was a new feeling, but oddly enough the easiest to get used to.

But she loved Buddy. Truthfully she didn’t mind being a little fuller. And she certainly didn’t mind the looks from men when she wore a tight top. And once she started to fill in Vivian had to admit she did look much more like a housewife and mother. It was really just her concern over what other people thought of her fuller form that bothered her every now and then.

The milk was something that a pre-Buddy Vivian would have never thought she would stand for. Yet A settled and domesticated Vivian never questioned it once. Something about the feeling of being milked, of needing to be milked by Buddy was so exhilarating, so animalistic, so natural. She couldn’t even begin to describe it. Strange as it seemed she almost shuddered to think about ever drying up.

However used to her new life Vivian got seeing Mandy, who was like a tiny, fit combination of mom and dad, had always gotten Vivian reminiscing about her thinner days. She had often hoped Mandy would get chubby or even pregnant in college thus eliminating the stark contrast that was evident ever time Vivian saw her.

Then she asked to visit and Vivian’s mind immediately went to fabricating her plot. After planting the seed she even watched Buddy’s actions for the first few weeks to see if he took the bait. Feeling both hopeful and guilty all at once. Then she felt both disappointed and grateful when nothing happened.
Buddy never tried to load her plates up with excess amounts of food or talk her out of jogging.

Sure Mandy splurged a bit more then Vivian had known her too, but she was on summer break after all in an exotic location. And Mandy’s version of splurging was far from being enough to expand her firm little rear in three short months.

Or was it?

Vivian had almost forgotten about her request when she saw her sister in a particularly revealing bikini midway through the summer.

Vivian was out by the pool waiting for Buddy to get the grill going for barbecue. The humid summer had her feeling bloated and lethargic. Her breasts nearly spilled out of her supposedly supportive swimsuit top if she walked around much so she spent most of the afternoon lounging poolside. When her sister came out to join her in a tiny little string number she thought nothing of it. That was until she watched her fidget with the snug bottoms almost every other step as her fuller cheeks jiggled.

It was nothing drastic. In fact depending on a guy’s preference it might have been an improvement. Mandy’s slightly plumper cheeks were smooth and round. No one in their right mind would call her overweight. It was only because Vivian, as her sister, knew her usually pert, firm backside that she noticed at all. Plus something about Mandy accentuated the change. She looked almost pear-shaped.

“Looks like you might be enjoying the Hawaiian lifestyle a little bit too much, sis,” Vivian quipped as Mandy tugged a wedgie out of her crack for the fourth time during her walk from the house to the pool.

Mandy huffed as she defiantly swung her rump in Vivian’s direction and slapped it. Vivian was shocked at he resulting jiggling.

“You would notice, wouldn’t you, being the authority on filling out,” Mandy shot back with a sly smile. “I think it’s the air down here or something more then anything I‘m enjoying, because even though I’ve felt my pants fit tighter lately I‘ve actually gone down a cup size. I‘m a small A, believe it or not.” She looked down and tugged at the loose bikini top and then sighed. I’m sure it’ll work itself out when I go back home and start working out regularly again. But, what’s the saying? When in Rome…” She leaned down and poked one of Vivian’s knockers. Vivian instantly squealed as the heat was also causing her to fill up at a more rapid pace and she was getting full and tender already.

As soon as Mandy sat down Vivian got up and hurried to her husband back by the grill.

“You are so bad,” she growled as she spanked him playfully.

“What’d I do now?” Buddy chuckled. “And how do I do it again?”

“Little Mandy’s spilling out of her bikini bottoms over there. I imagine I have you to thank for that.”

“You did ask.”

Vivian bit her lip, feeling excited and aroused. “But how are you doing it? She’s jogging every morning and not eating too much more then usual.”

“Oh she’s lucky to get out and jog once a week. She’s been sleeping in almost as late as you most days.”

“But that’s not enough to do that.” Vivian gestured over to wear her sister was bending over to ease herself into the pool, her round, tanned rear spreading out wider.

“No. No it’s not,” Buddy winked.

“You are so bad,” Vivian repeated before pulling her husband in for a passionate kiss. Buddy kissed back and in seconds they were making out like teenagers. Then just as quickly they both pulled away. Buddy looked down at his t-shirted dampened and Vivian looked down at her soaked swimsuit.
“You got me so excited I forgot I leak a punctured water balloon if I get worked up too close to a milking.”

She tried to dab herself with a towel hanging off the grill but Buddy’s hands were too quick. He fondled and groped until milked soaked right through the top and steadily dripped on the deck like she was a trickling faucet. Vivian grunted and blotted at her nipples with the soaked towel, helpless.

“You really are full today.”

“And who’s fault is that. Now look what you did. Now I have to go change.”

“It is a swimsuit.” Buddy’s hands went to work again. Just as quickly Vivian’s udders had started leaking they stopped. Vivian felt full and tight. She panted and put her hands to her chest. She shook her head in awe. Once again her husbands tricks had surprised her.

“Supper will be ready soon if you want to set the table,” Buddy said turning his attention back to the grill.

After a couple burgers and beers Mandy turned in early. Vivian was thankful. She had been anxious to scold Buddy.

“What did you do to me?” She asked her husband as soon as Mandy left the room.
Ever since dinner her boobs had ached and her nipples throbbed. She was practically sweating through her t-shirt making it quite evident her bra was barely able to hold her mams beneath as the damp fabric clung to her.

“I just stopped your leak.”

“But now I feel like I’m about to pop and not even one drip is coming out.”
Buddy tugged up Vivian’s t-shirt and flipped open one of the flaps of her nursing bra. Her full, heavy breast spilled out onto her lap.

“Mmmm. Oooooh, Buddy careful they are super tender right now.”

“Well then we better get you milked.” Buddy got up and dashed to the kitchen for a couple bottles.

“Not here, Buddy. What if Mandy comes back out.” Vivian tried to stuff her sore milk tank back into her bra, but Buddy was too quick and her assets to big to cover with her little hands. Buddy had her nipple trapped between his thumb and forefinger and like flipping a switch had a steady stream of rich milk spilling forth before she could protest further. The release of pressure had her moaning and panting with her eyes rolled up back into her head.

Usually it was hard to milk her thoroughly in a seated position, but with as full as she was her fat hangers flattened out easily.

An exhausted Vivian slumped back on the couch and sighed. She tugged her shirt back down over her deflated jugs but a strip of her belly that had gotten a tad fuller in recent weeks was still visible.

Buddy smiled. Vivian was the taking well to becoming the his ideal feminine form. Lounging on the couch eating and watching TV as her comfy clothes fit snugly on her full, soft form. He admired the view for a few minutes before going back to get her seconds of dessert.

The rest of the summer was less exciting then the first half. After hitting all the tourist-y spots Mandy was enjoying just relaxing around the house. Her and Vivian still went out, but more to hang out then to sightsee.

Now that Vivian knew what was happening she tried to be more observant, but still saw no overt actions by Buddy that would be the cause for her sister’s expanding rear. She was even hard pressed to see any more changes. That was more because things were happening gradually. Within a couple weeks the whole thing had once again gone to the back of her mind as she just enjoyed spending time with her sister who still teased her about her figure, but now in a more friendly tone rather then a superior one.

There was also little Junior coming back home that had things getting back to a more normal routine and diverting Vivian’s attention. It wasn’t until near the end of August that Vivian thought of Buddy’s unique talents again. Not until she saw Mandy from a distance, silhouetted against the setting sun as she went out to the pool for some cool evening air.

Vivian did a double take as she was struck by the very clear pear-shape outlined in her backyard. Her sister’s hips looked to be at least twice as wide as her narrow shoulders.

Vivian made sure to pay more attention. The next morning when Mandy stepped out of the shower Vivian just happened to be at the sink, looking in the mirror as Mandy toweled off the more curvy trunk she was sporting.

It was certainly big and soft, quivering as Mandy patted it dry. There were even dimples on the formerly smooth surface as more fat had clearly filled in under her skin.

She wasn’t fat by any stretch of the imagination. But with all the weight she picked up over the summer going right to her rump and her chest flattening out some she was no longer the definition of lean and slender. Pear-shaped and bottom-heavy would be two of the nicer ways to describe her new shape.

Vivian grinned at the thought of the expression Mandy’s college friends would make when they saw her practically bursting out of her jeans.

The sight of her fuller sister made her own image staring back at her in the mirror easier to take. Even after her morning milking her boobs were enormous sacks of drooping flesh resting heavily on her steadily developing belly.
Vivian Stuffed her assets into her largest nursing bra and sucked in her stomach as much as she could. She twisted and turned in the mirror examining herself from every angle. Trying to convince herself Buddy’s insistence on shaping her into his female ideal wasn’t such a bad thing. After all she got eat whatever she wanted.

In the mirror there were certain poses where she looked merely overly voluptuous rather then fat. It was hard to argue that her shape was much more matronly and comforting then her trim angular former figure. Plus in the end Vivian knew there had to be a limit. At some point she would reach Buddy’s ideal and things would level off. And with rolls of fat stating to form over her beltline in almost all of her pants she figured she was definitely closer to the end then the beginning.

So let Mandy go back to college and bend over backwards to regain her thin figure. Vivian would have no problem staying her in paradise and becoming her loving husband’s womanly perfection.

Out in the shed Buddy prepped the lawnmower for use. He checked the oil and filled the tank. Before he started his yard work he went to his workbench in the far corner of the shed and pulled out his goddess figurine. It was one of the few things he had brought with him from his home island. Every male on the island got one when they turned 18. It was a right of passage. The small stone figurine was the goddess Offlentia. The female ideal in their culture. A loving, nurturing, loyal woman who embodied sexuality and beauty. It was what the men honed their skills trying to create in the women they chose to marry.

Buddy set the figurine before him on the bench and bowed his head. The figure was a spherical woman who was so round her arms and legs could barely be made out just poking out around the edges. The appendages that were visible were the massive breasts that made up almost half of the figure.

Buddy tucked the figurine back away and hurried off to the house. His daily worship made him remember that he had neglected his wife’s breakfast and mistakes like that meant it would only take longer to reach the goddess’ ideal.

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Vivian woke when the sunlight peeked through between the curtains across the room. The first thing she felt was an urgent aching in her chest. She looked down and saw her breasts swollen beyond capacity. They were crowned with her thick nipples popped out and leaking small droplets of milk onto the bed sheets.

She looked over at the clock. 8:17. Two hours past her usual milking.

“Buddy!” she called. “Buddy!”

Her husband came in already showered and dressed. “You’re up finally,” he smiled.

“Yeah, I’m up, and about to pop. Why’d you let me sleep so late?”

“It’s the first morning with Junior away at summer camp. I figured I’d let you sleep in some.” He walked over and leaned in to kiss Vivian on the forehead. As he did he cupped one her mams and gave a gentle squeeze. “Wow, you are ripe.”

“Ouch. Careful. I need a milking now, Buddy.” Vivian got on all fours, assuming the position. Buddy gave her tush a playful slap, jiggling the 30 pounds of winter weight Vivian had failed to lose over the spring. She gave an annoyed grunt and he hurried over with the bottles and began massaging the base of her huge, hanging breasts until she started streaming rich cream from her thick nipples.

Vivian moaned in relief and soon started moaning in pleasure. Buddy had mastered the practice over the years and knew how to work her udders to not only empty them, but also get her motor running in the process. Two overflowing bottles later Vivian was pawing at Buddy’s jeans as she wiggled her ass in the air.

Buddy eagerly obliged and took his wife from behind as she wailed in just as much pleasure and relief as she had when being milked. Her floppy fun bags slapped under her chin with each stroke until she finished and collapsed into a heap on the bed.

Buddy sat down next to her, gently brushing her curly brown hair from her face.

“Is that what every morning is going to be like this summer?” Vivian panted.
“Because I could get used to that.”

“Maybe not every morning. Especially since your sister is coming to stay with us for the summer. Probably not ideal for her to wake up to big sis moaning and screaming.”

“I wasn’t screaming. Was I?”

“A little bit.”

Vivian rolled to her side. She looked over her soft, naked form. “I‘m sure I‘ll get the usual from her on how I let myself go.”

“Well technically that‘s my doing, but I don‘t see why her opinion of your figure should matter.”

“I used to be a 110 pound gym member. Now I can barely fit into my size 12’s and haven’t been in a gym in years.”

Buddy stroked her soft belly. “I told you I was going to mold you into the ideal motherly form.”

Vivian rolled her eyes. “I know I know. You told me all the time about your cultural tradition. How was I supposed to know you’d be so good at it? I mean what guy cooks as good as you. And what guy knows how to keep a woman lactating five years after pregnancy.”

“Ahh, centuries old secrets passed down from my ancestors on the island, my dear. Plus Junior is the healthiest kid in his class drinking your milk. And besides that, imagine how big you’d be if you didn’t burn all those calories being milked twice a day.”

Vivian grunted as she stood up. Completely naked she looked plenty chubby. Flabby thighs and a wide rear with patches of cellulite. Her thick hips tapered in slightly to a pudgy gut that was partially obscured by her heavy hanging udders.

When she had met and been swept off her feet by Buddy back when she first came to Hawaii on vacation she had been a rather slender little thing. Buddy had been the dreamy surfing instructor at the resort she stayed at. The rest was history. Vivian never went back to Illinois. Her two week vacation turned into a dream-like romance and then a loving marriage.

Buddy had warned her plenty during their long romance that her figure would likely change when they got married. It was always accompanied with the long and somewhat boring story of Buddy’s heritage. He was actually from an even smaller island then Hawaii with traditions and cultures much different from the U.S. And not that Vivian ignored him, but she didn’t expect the drastic change that happened after he slipped the ring on her figure. Almost instantly her clothes started fitting tighter. She was quite plump by the time they started trying to get pregnant. Once with child any hope of ever fitting back into a size 4 vanished along with her feet from her view.

“I don’t know how you do it,” Vivian sighed as she tugged on a pair of panties that were noticeably tight.

“Old family secret…coupled with your healthy appetite,” Buddy grinned a grin that had Vivian unsure if he were kidding or not.

She cupped her sagging milk bags. The stretched flesh spilled over her palms like sand through an hourglass. “You really milked me dry. I feel like I could fit into my old F cups.

Buddy watched as stretch-marked udder poured over her palm and slapped against her soft torso. “I’d like to see you try to squeeze those into a little F cup.”

“Ugh. And even as I complain I’m starting to get a craving for one of your omelets.”

“That’s good because I got one warming in the oven for you.”

Vivian instinctively licked her lips. “Is it just me you have this power over?”

“Why would I be concerned with anyone else’s figure?”

“Just wondering.”

Buddy shrugged. “All the men of my home island aspire to find a kind, loving and loyal wife that they can shape into the ideal of-”

“The Goddess Offlenia. Yeah, yeah. I remember.”

“It’s Offlentia, Viv dear.”

“Sure, whatever. What I wondered is if you could use your talents to thicken a potential guest staying with us for the summer.”

Buddy nodded, finally getting what she was after. “Your sister?”

“She’d be less annoying to visit with if her tiny little waistline thickened just a bit. Or even better if her tight little bottom filled out and softened. But I’m sure you couldn’t do that.”

“I’m pretty sure I could.”

“Not likely, babe. She jogs every day and eats only rabbit food.”

“Like you used to?”

Vivian grinned to herself as she tugged on a pair of jeans that were just as snug as her panties and then struggled in to one of her GG nursing bras. She walked over and patted Buddy on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, babe. I was just thinking out loud. I couldn’t expect you to be able to give my sister a fat, lumpy bubble-butt or anything.” Then Vivian walked to the kitchen to get her omelet and left Buddy to think in the bedroom.

Mandy was four years younger then Vivian. They were clearly related. They both had the same uncontrollably curly hair and big brown eyes. Both were just over five foot with bubbly personalities. Mandy however was in her last year at a prestigious college while Vivian had taken a few courses at the community collage. Vivian was a large breasted, overfed housewife, while Mandy was almost flat as a board with a tight, firm physique and also very single.

She had asked to stay with Vivian over the summer since their parents were not spending the season up at their cabin as they usually did. That meant if she went back to their house they would be there, seriously cramping her carefree lifestyle. Plus the fact that staying at Vivian’s meant a trip to Hawaii didn’t hurt.

And so she showed up with a couple bags and a sly smirk on her face when Vivian greeted her in a very tight pair of yoga pants that showed off every inch of her large lower half.

“Wow. You’ve managed to get even bigger then when I saw you at Christmas,” Mandy smirked. “I’ll have to remember to get you plus-sizes because you’ll sure be there by the time I shop for this year’s gifts.”

“Nice to see you too,” Vivian replied.

“Oh I’m just kidding, sis. Maybe it’ll motivated you to join me jogging in the mornings.”

Vivian shimmied her shoulder causing her slowly refilling jugs to wobble under her shirt. “I’m not jogging anywhere with these puppies.”

Buddy interrupted by offering to take Mandy’s bags.

“Why thank you, Buddy. Such a gentleman. And a gentleman who has had no problems keeping his physique after marriage. I always wonder how my chubby sister managed to land such a hunk.”

“Part of my job is having to look good in board shorts,” Buddy winked and lead her back to the guest bedroom.

And so began the summer. With their son staying with Vivian’s parents in the Midwest while he went to a summer camp and a seldom seen relative visiting it seemed like a vacation. Sure Buddy and Vivian still had to work, but in their free time they entertained Mandy by taking her to all the usual tourist traps and even the places that tourists usual never found out about. It was a nice change of pace.

Vivian had almost forgotten about her manipulative challenge to her husband. It had been a petty thing and she knew it. And she never expected Buddy to take her up on it. It was just her self-conscious nature showing through, along with her awe at what Buddy had been able to do. In five years of marriage he had completely changed her body type. No one on either side of her family had a bust over a C cup and yet here she was lugging around jugs worthy of a stripper’s pole. Not to mention the milk which had taken Vivian even longer to get used to. And again was something no one in her family ever did. All the kids were bottle fed.

Being overweight was also something that didn’t run in the family. Vivian’s father was a former soldier who still trained like he was getting ready to be called to the front lines. And her mother was a former figure skater who actually got more petite after she retired when her muscle tone vanished and left her little more then skin and bone.

Yet here Vivian was with a thick ridge of flesh overflowing her belt.

It had been hard to get used to at first. Being less fit was the first thing she noticed. Being slightly out of breath after going up a few flights of stairs and sore and sweaty after more wild bedroom sessions was a new feeling, but oddly enough the easiest to get used to.

But she loved Buddy. Truthfully she didn’t mind being a little fuller. And she certainly didn’t mind the looks from men when she wore a tight top. And once she started to fill in Vivian had to admit she did look much more like a housewife and mother. It was really just her concern over what other people thought of her fuller form that bothered her every now and then.

The milk was something that a pre-Buddy Vivian would have never thought she would stand for. Yet A settled and domesticated Vivian never questioned it once. Something about the feeling of being milked, of needing to be milked by Buddy was so exhilarating, so animalistic, so natural. She couldn’t even begin to describe it. Strange as it seemed she almost shuddered to think about ever drying up.

However used to her new life Vivian got seeing Mandy, who was like a tiny, fit combination of mom and dad, had always gotten Vivian reminiscing about her thinner days. She had often hoped Mandy would get chubby or even pregnant in college thus eliminating the stark contrast that was evident ever time Vivian saw her.

Then she asked to visit and Vivian’s mind immediately went to fabricating her plot. After planting the seed she even watched Buddy’s actions for the first few weeks to see if he took the bait. Feeling both hopeful and guilty all at once. Then she felt both disappointed and grateful when nothing happened.
Buddy never tried to load her plates up with excess amounts of food or talk her out of jogging.

Sure Mandy splurged a bit more then Vivian had known her too, but she was on summer break after all in an exotic location. And Mandy’s version of splurging was far from being enough to expand her firm little rear in three short months.

Or was it?

Vivian had almost forgotten about her request when she saw her sister in a particularly revealing bikini midway through the summer.

Vivian was out by the pool waiting for Buddy to get the grill going for barbecue. The humid summer had her feeling bloated and lethargic. Her breasts nearly spilled out of her supposedly supportive swimsuit top if she walked around much so she spent most of the afternoon lounging poolside. When her sister came out to join her in a tiny little string number she thought nothing of it. That was until she watched her fidget with the snug bottoms almost every other step as her fuller cheeks jiggled.

It was nothing drastic. In fact depending on a guy’s preference it might have been an improvement. Mandy’s slightly plumper cheeks were smooth and round. No one in their right mind would call her overweight. It was only because Vivian, as her sister, knew her usually pert, firm backside that she noticed at all. Plus something about Mandy accentuated the change. She looked almost pear-shaped.

“Looks like you might be enjoying the Hawaiian lifestyle a little bit too much, sis,” Vivian quipped as Mandy tugged a wedgie out of her crack for the fourth time during her walk from the house to the pool.

Mandy huffed as she defiantly swung her rump in Vivian’s direction and slapped it. Vivian was shocked at he resulting jiggling.

“You would notice, wouldn’t you, being the authority on filling out,” Mandy shot back with a sly smile. “I think it’s the air down here or something more then anything I‘m enjoying, because even though I’ve felt my pants fit tighter lately I‘ve actually gone down a cup size. I‘m a small A, believe it or not.” She looked down and tugged at the loose bikini top and then sighed. I’m sure it’ll work itself out when I go back home and start working out regularly again. But, what’s the saying? When in Rome…” She leaned down and poked one of Vivian’s knockers. Vivian instantly squealed as the heat was also causing her to fill up at a more rapid pace and she was getting full and tender already.

As soon as Mandy sat down Vivian got up and hurried to her husband back by the grill.

“You are so bad,” she growled as she spanked him playfully.

“What’d I do now?” Buddy chuckled. “And how do I do it again?”

“Little Mandy’s spilling out of her bikini bottoms over there. I imagine I have you to thank for that.”

“You did ask.”

Vivian bit her lip, feeling excited and aroused. “But how are you doing it? She’s jogging every morning and not eating too much more then usual.”

“Oh she’s lucky to get out and jog once a week. She’s been sleeping in almost as late as you most days.”

“But that’s not enough to do that.” Vivian gestured over to wear her sister was bending over to ease herself into the pool, her round, tanned rear spreading out wider.

“No. No it’s not,” Buddy winked.

“You are so bad,” Vivian repeated before pulling her husband in for a passionate kiss. Buddy kissed back and in seconds they were making out like teenagers. Then just as quickly they both pulled away. Buddy looked down at his t-shirted dampened and Vivian looked down at her soaked swimsuit.
“You got me so excited I forgot I leak a punctured water balloon if I get worked up too close to a milking.”

She tried to dab herself with a towel hanging off the grill but Buddy’s hands were too quick. He fondled and groped until milked soaked right through the top and steadily dripped on the deck like she was a trickling faucet. Vivian grunted and blotted at her nipples with the soaked towel, helpless.

“You really are full today.”

“And who’s fault is that. Now look what you did. Now I have to go change.”

“It is a swimsuit.” Buddy’s hands went to work again. Just as quickly Vivian’s udders had started leaking they stopped. Vivian felt full and tight. She panted and put her hands to her chest. She shook her head in awe. Once again her husbands tricks had surprised her.

“Supper will be ready soon if you want to set the table,” Buddy said turning his attention back to the grill.

After a couple burgers and beers Mandy turned in early. Vivian was thankful. She had been anxious to scold Buddy.

“What did you do to me?” She asked her husband as soon as Mandy left the room.
Ever since dinner her boobs had ached and her nipples throbbed. She was practically sweating through her t-shirt making it quite evident her bra was barely able to hold her mams beneath as the damp fabric clung to her.

“I just stopped your leak.”

“But now I feel like I’m about to pop and not even one drip is coming out.”
Buddy tugged up Vivian’s t-shirt and flipped open one of the flaps of her nursing bra. Her full, heavy breast spilled out onto her lap.

“Mmmm. Oooooh, Buddy careful they are super tender right now.”

“Well then we better get you milked.” Buddy got up and dashed to the kitchen for a couple bottles.

“Not here, Buddy. What if Mandy comes back out.” Vivian tried to stuff her sore milk tank back into her bra, but Buddy was too quick and her assets to big to cover with her little hands. Buddy had her nipple trapped between his thumb and forefinger and like flipping a switch had a steady stream of rich milk spilling forth before she could protest further. The release of pressure had her moaning and panting with her eyes rolled up back into her head.

Usually it was hard to milk her thoroughly in a seated position, but with as full as she was her fat hangers flattened out easily.

An exhausted Vivian slumped back on the couch and sighed. She tugged her shirt back down over her deflated jugs but a strip of her belly that had gotten a tad fuller in recent weeks was still visible.

Buddy smiled. Vivian was the taking well to becoming the his ideal feminine form. Lounging on the couch eating and watching TV as her comfy clothes fit snugly on her full, soft form. He admired the view for a few minutes before going back to get her seconds of dessert.

The rest of the summer was less exciting then the first half. After hitting all the tourist-y spots Mandy was enjoying just relaxing around the house. Her and Vivian still went out, but more to hang out then to sightsee.

Now that Vivian knew what was happening she tried to be more observant, but still saw no overt actions by Buddy that would be the cause for her sister’s expanding rear. She was even hard pressed to see any more changes. That was more because things were happening gradually. Within a couple weeks the whole thing had once again gone to the back of her mind as she just enjoyed spending time with her sister who still teased her about her figure, but now in a more friendly tone rather then a superior one.

There was also little Junior coming back home that had things getting back to a more normal routine and diverting Vivian’s attention. It wasn’t until near the end of August that Vivian thought of Buddy’s unique talents again. Not until she saw Mandy from a distance, silhouetted against the setting sun as she went out to the pool for some cool evening air.

Vivian did a double take as she was struck by the very clear pear-shape outlined in her backyard. Her sister’s hips looked to be at least twice as wide as her narrow shoulders.

Vivian made sure to pay more attention. The next morning when Mandy stepped out of the shower Vivian just happened to be at the sink, looking in the mirror as Mandy toweled off the more curvy trunk she was sporting.

It was certainly big and soft, quivering as Mandy patted it dry. There were even dimples on the formerly smooth surface as more fat had clearly filled in under her skin.

She wasn’t fat by any stretch of the imagination. But with all the weight she picked up over the summer going right to her rump and her chest flattening out some she was no longer the definition of lean and slender. Pear-shaped and bottom-heavy would be two of the nicer ways to describe her new shape.

Vivian grinned at the thought of the expression Mandy’s college friends would make when they saw her practically bursting out of her jeans.

The sight of her fuller sister made her own image staring back at her in the mirror easier to take. Even after her morning milking her boobs were enormous sacks of drooping flesh resting heavily on her steadily developing belly.
Vivian Stuffed her assets into her largest nursing bra and sucked in her stomach as much as she could. She twisted and turned in the mirror examining herself from every angle. Trying to convince herself Buddy’s insistence on shaping her into his female ideal wasn’t such a bad thing. After all she got eat whatever she wanted.

In the mirror there were certain poses where she looked merely overly voluptuous rather then fat. It was hard to argue that her shape was much more matronly and comforting then her trim angular former figure. Plus in the end Vivian knew there had to be a limit. At some point she would reach Buddy’s ideal and things would level off. And with rolls of fat stating to form over her beltline in almost all of her pants she figured she was definitely closer to the end then the beginning.

So let Mandy go back to college and bend over backwards to regain her thin figure. Vivian would have no problem staying her in paradise and becoming her loving husband’s womanly perfection.

Out in the shed Buddy prepped the lawnmower for use. He checked the oil and filled the tank. Before he started his yard work he went to his workbench in the far corner of the shed and pulled out his goddess figurine. It was one of the few things he had brought with him from his home island. Every male on the island got one when they turned 18. It was a right of passage. The small stone figurine was the goddess Offlentia. The female ideal in their culture. A loving, nurturing, loyal woman who embodied sexuality and beauty. It was what the men honed their skills trying to create in the women they chose to marry.

Buddy set the figurine before him on the bench and bowed his head. The figure was a spherical woman who was so round her arms and legs could barely be made out just poking out around the edges. The appendages that were visible were the massive breasts that made up almost half of the figure.

Buddy tucked the figurine back away and hurried off to the house. His daily worship made him remember that he had neglected his wife’s breakfast and mistakes like that meant it would only take longer to reach the goddess’ ideal.