CONTEST

12-15-91
10-24-91 21:45

Setting: A very large fairgrounds with many tents of exotic
designs. The most noticeable difference between this one and any
you have been to, is the assortment of creatures... Not only the
ones on exhibit, but the intelligent (or so some of them claim)
enjoying the displays and various events. This is no surprise,
since only a few of your race (the Moglivites) come to these
events. But you are here to investigate a rumor of illegal
activities.
     The timetable outside the main building lists many shows
where the displayed animals will compete for prizes. Also, there
are several contests where all species are welcomed to attempt to
prove they are the best.
     As you look at your combination; chronometer, translator,
credit unit, and swiss army knife, you realize that the All
Species Pie Eating contest is about to begin. You enter and are
fortunate to find a seat not too far from the arena. As you sit
down, a multi-armed Tenacen asks if you'd like a program. You
smile (always smile to a Tenacen. To them it is a sign of courage
and fortitude) as you place the edge of your watch against his
credit reader. He bends his six legs in respect as he hands you a
folder describing the contest rules and the competitors.
     The rules are simple, each competitor is given pies of it's
choice amounting to twenty five percent of it's weight. The
contest lasts for six standard time units and the one who
finishes the most wins. If a contestant finishes their allotment
first, stewards will bring what remains of the contestants who
have admitted their inability to continue. There have been few
times that the winner has been decided by how much they have
consumed beyond their assigned amounts, but rumor has it that a
modified being is competing.
     You glance over the list of ten final contenders and decide
it will give you no help. Your eyes pause on the picture of the
winner of the last two years. She appears to be an average
looking centaur mare, except for the extreme fullness of her
breasts. You read her stats:
     Jaleka Hashun, Home planet: Drillax, Species: centaur,
Weight: 1200 tares, Previous victories: Last two all species pie
eating contests. 
     You look up as the illumination over the seating area is
dimmed and the contestants enter. Your translator beeps to signal
confusion as the audience makes an assortment of noises, many are
cheering, but some laugh as a massive Galookan is rolled in on a
multi-wheeled cart. The announcer waves his wings for silence.




<2>
     He flies to a ledge overlooking the arena before explaining
the rules and introducing the contestants. As he squawks and you
listen to the translation, you study the contestants. 'And the
Megacinos have tried to rig this contest', you muse to yourself.
'The previous winner is not suspected because of her previous
wins.' Glancing at her you wonder if she eats anything except at
the contests. 'Since she only competes in this contest. She
doesn't have the problem of her increased weight forcing her to
eat more to win.' The announcer finishes and you remove a visual
scanner from your cloak.
     With an almost musical screech from the announcer, the
contest begins. You constantly scan the competitors and are
amused as several of them eat as though it was a speed contest.
When the end of the first time period sounds, they are all still
eating. the speed eaters are rapidly slowing and you mentally bet
that none of them will finish their assigned pies or last through
the third period. 
     By the end of the second period, two of the speed eaters
have stopped with almost half their food remaining. The third one
is still eating, but you can see the pain in his face.
     During the third period, he quits and another competitor
passes out just as the period ends. 
     You study the remaining competitors. Of the six remaining,
only the Grexan and the Centaur are over halfway through their
pies. The Galookan is less than halfway and you suspect he's
competing just for the chance to add weight. (On his homeworld,
only the heaviest are the rulers.)
     You watch the Grexan closely for any sign that his food is
being teleported away. Glancing at the Centaur, you marvel at how
much her abdomen has expanded from what she has already eaten.
She munches on a slice as she looks at the remaining competitors
and what the defeated have left. She smiles and motions to the
attendant. Gulping down the slice, she tells him something which
obviously takes him by surprise.
     He runs to the announcers tower and, using his suction arms,
climbs to the platform. The announcer listens for a moment before
touching his com unit. "Beings of all worlds, Jaleka Hashun,
winner of the last two contests, has announced that she intends
to eat her assigned pie and everything the other competitors fail
to eat. She says her reason is to prove that Drillaxans are the
best. I pull a tail feather for her courage to reveal her goal at
this point in the contest." He reaches back, jerks a long feather
from his ornate tail and hands it to his assistant, who takes it
to Jaleka. 
     She smiles as she begins swallowing each bite without
chewing. The other attendants roll the tables of the defeated to
her and add the pies to her greatly diminished stack.






<3>
     You frown and look back at the Grexan. Suddenly you realize
what is bothering you. Glancing back at Jaleka, you watch her
ponderous abdomen almost grow as you watch. Then turning to your
suspect, you smile as you verify to yourself that his abdomen is
no larger than at the start of the contest. Smiling, you key your
transmitter and inform the announcer of this.
     The announcer listens to your report and then signals to an
attendant. He waits as the attendant leaves and then returns with
a mobile scale. "Beings of all worlds," The announcer begins.
"Even though this contest is a test of those before us, there are
some who would use this to increase their wealth. I have been
informed that one of the competitors may be using false methods
to win. If this is wrong, I give my apologies before." He flaps
and the scale is rolled to the Grexan. "The scale will prove if
you are truly eating."
     The Grexan glances around and then looks at the announcer.
"I admit it. I was told that if I won, all my debts would be
erased." He leans his head back as far as possible, in acceptance
of his guilt, and is lead out of the arena.
     The crowd gives an assortment of negative comments as he
leaves.
     You return your attention to the remaining contestants and
smile in subdued awe as you watch Jaleka continue with renewed
effort. Before the end of the fourth period, she has finished her
pies and is continuing on with those brought to her. Her
massively swollen abdomen is larger than any pregnancy would
swell it and it rolls every time she readjusts her stance. 
     During the next time period, all but one of the competitors
bow out and what remains is carried to her until the pile is as
large as it was after three periods. Her face is covered with an
assortment of colors from the various pies and you are amazed
that she broadly smiles as each of the competitors gives up. 
     The end of the fifth and beginning of the last period
sounds. She steps back, her massively pie bloated abdomen rolls,
and for a moment, almost loses her balance. She looks at the
spectators, reaches back with both hands, pats her heavy, turgid
belly and smiles. Stepping forward until her mammoth breasts
touch the pile of pies, she takes a deep breath and resumes
stuffing them into her mouth. The building is silent except for
the sound of her eating and the empty pie pans dropping to the
floor. The last of her competition steps back and is helped away.
she pauses her gorging to give him a wave and then attacks the
quickly shrinking mound of pastries on her table.
     As the end of the period approaches, it is obvious she will
finish if she can continue as she has been. With almost a tenth
of a period left. She takes the final piece and shoves it into
her mouth whole. With an amazing gulp, she swallows it into her
unbelievably pie bloated abdomen. The crowd sits in silence as
she motions for the scale. She carefully steps onto it. Her
abdomen looks as if it must weigh as much as she did before. The
display flashes for a second before it stabilizes at 2600 tares. 


<4>
     The crowd explodes in the various applause of their
respective planets. She steps off the scales and carefully turns
around, her humongously expanded belly threatening her balance
with every step. She smiles as her heavy fleshy breasts bounce
and shift with every turn. Finally she slowly walks out and the
applause is even louder.
     An attendant is there as she exits the arena. "I don't think
anyone would have believed you could hold that much," he says in
awe, staring at her monstrously bloated abdomen.
     "It was a challenge to myself," she responds. "When I had
him announce it, it just gave me that much more reason to do it.
BURP! Ahh, I'm glad my room is next door." 
     The attendant smiles at her in admiration as they walk the
short distance. He steps ahead and opens the double doors to her
room.
     Jaleka smiles, "When I left this morning. I only needed to
open one door." She heavily waddles through the opening, bumping
one side and her fur grazing the other. "Now two doors are barely
wide enough." 
     The attendant hands her a wash cloth and then a towel as she
cleans the remnants of the contest from her pretty face.
     He glances at her ponderous belly and she laugh. "Go ahead
and touch it. I can't reach back very far and a good massage will
do wonders for my digestion."
     He looks at her in surprise and sees the warmth in her eyes.
Gently at first, and then firmer as she asks, he fondles and
gently kneads her excessively stretched belly. She sighs in
contentment, with occasional burps as her digestive system works
on the incredible amount of food she forced into herself. She
puts herself in a trance as her blood stream is flooded with
nutrients. As she slips deeper into her trance, the attendant
leaves, quietly locking the door to assure her of privacy.
     For more than ten time units, she remains in her trance. Her
body converting the amazing weight of pies into an equally
amazing weight of flesh. Her sagging abdomen slowly rises as the
rest of her body fills out. Her hips bulge and a heavy roll of
flesh grows where her plumpening legs begin. The same filling
happens with her lower shoulders and her equine breast bulges
with new fat. Her upper arms swell noticeably and her face grows
round and soft. Her ponderous breasts become amazingly more so.
Her areolae grow larger as her bosom swells and actually bulges
out on their own. Her large nipples also increase in flesh until
they are larger than when they were erect.
     As her digestive system finishes with what she had consumed,
she drifts out of her trance. "I wonder how much I've gained?"
she mumbles as she waddles to the sleeping pad and collapses, her
new flesh billowing as she quickly falls asleep.






<5>
     <Morning After the Contest>

     Jaleka wakes to the morning sounds that inhabit all fairs.
She starts to push herself upright and pauses as her effort does
little. She smiles, still with her eyes closed. "Oh yea, I must
have broke every record with my eating ability yesterday." Her
eyes open slightly and then wide as she sees her massive breasts.
     She reaches out with one arm and caresses her upper breast.
She reaches forward along it's yielding roundness and pauses at
the bulge of her areolae. Continuing on, her arm presses into her
soft flesh before she feels her fat swollen nipple. "After the
last three contests, I've had no problem losing most of the
weight I gain." She struggles and finally is upright. "But most
of what stays with me," she smiles as she feels the weight of her
expanded bosom, "is right where I can see it."
     She turns her head and torso, her bounteous jugs billowing
with the motion, and looks at her now-massive body. "I must weigh
twice what I did yesterday morning." She moves her legs under
herself and slowly struggles to her feet. "Oh", she gasps. "My
body does a great job adapting to my new weight, but it's going
to take me a few days to get used to it."
     Jaleka slowly waddles to the closet mirror and smiles at her
mammoth reflection that is larger than the mirror. "I'm glad the
transport doesn't charge by weight, or I'd lose a lot of my prize
money." She carefully moves to her travel case. She removes a
long handled brush and combs her hair.
     She puts it away and picks up a strange looking fabric
contraption. She smiles as she fits the two large bags over her
ponderous breasts and adjusts the harness around her shoulders.
"After the first contest, I had a lot of trouble walking with
these fat udders of mine swaying all over." She takes a few steps
and makes a slight adjustment to the halter. "But this keeps them
under control." She closes her case, tosses it on her back and
adjusts the waist strap to hold it in place. "I don't think I'll
be hungry for quite a while," she jokes as she pokes her fingers
deeply into the sides of her torso.
     Walking carefully, but more confident with each step, She
goes to the fair office.
     "Jaleka Hashun," the announcer squawks in pride as she
enters, her sides brushing the doorframe. "I thought you'd sleep
for several days after what you did yesterday."
     "Klakna," she says shaking her head. Even with her bounteous
bosom restrained, it flows within the bags and threatens to burst
the seams. "You should know by now that I assimilated it all by
the second sun's setting." She stands calmly as he walks around
her, his wings stroke her flesh bloated body and she relaxes to
his touch.






<6>
     "With all you ate, I'm certain the incident at the contest
will be forgotten." He turns to a console and she places her
credit band against it's data port. "There," He says as the
lights flash. "I know you are anxious to leave for your planet,
but I was wondering if I might convince you to come to the
contest on my world?"
     Jaleka smiles and strokes the upper roundness of her massive
bosom. "I can only compete in one contest a cycle. Otherwise my
weight will constantly increase. I could become so heavy that I'd
have to eat what I did yesterday, just to be in the finals."
     Klakna flexes his wings in agreement. "I'll send you an
invitation to be my guest."
     She steps forward until her huge jugs threaten to surround
him. "You know I'll be there," she jokes. "Just as long as you
don't use your feathers to convince me to compete."
     He gently flaps his wings on her back. "You know I won't
force you to do anything you don't want to." They separate and
she slowly turns and leaves.
     Jaleka heavily waddles the short distance to the shuttle
stop. She has to wait until the third one, which is designed for
large beings such as herself.
     During the wait, several people who had seen her prodigious
eating display, congratulate her and offer to purchase food for
her at the snack bar. She knows that it is best if she accepts
their offers. Many races consider it an insult if their gifts are
declined. The many beings keep buying treats for her and she
accepts each delicious food and gulps them down in a successful
effort to please them. 
     As she steps into the transport, she exaggerates her new
weight and the beings cheer as she turns and smiles. On the ride
to the spaceport, she relaxes on a slightly elevated pad.
     She steps off the transport and waddles to the check in
booth. The Lurean appears nervous as he examines her ticket. She
smiles at him as she remembers that Lurean females often nurse
their mates and he is probably in shock at the size of her
weighty mammeries. He directs her to a small interstellar
transport and she slowly waddles to it. 
     A reptilian Trazakan is standing near the cargo hatchway. He
steps aside and his tongue flicks out as she hands him her
ticket. He bows low and she enters the mediumly lit interior. She
is unaware that while bowing, he was examining how much of her
there is.
     He quickly slips around her and guides her to a cargo area
that has been modified as a room for large beings. "I'm sssorry
that thisss room is all we have for one of you magniffficcient
proportionssss."
     Jaleka smiles as she lays down. "It's more than enough for
me," she assures him. "When I eat this much, I don't feel like
eating for quite a while."




<7>
     His tongue only flicks out a fraction as he puts his hands
to his chest and then steps backward out of her room. "We will be
leaving sssoon. Pleasssse ssstay in here until we are in
ssspaccce." He steps back and the door whisks shut.
     Jaleka smiles as she lays down. "I hope I lose some weight
from these," she muses while fondling her monumental breasts. "If
I don't, I'll need some sort of raised cart to support them after
next year's contest." She closes her eyes and relaxes to the
vibration of the ship's grav drive warming up.

<Trazakan transport in space>

     Jaleka drifts awake and smiles as she feels herself lighter
in the Trazakan artificial gravity. "I wonder how long we've been
in flight?" She gets up and moves carefully to the com unit. She
bumps heavily into the one table. "I'm going to have to remember
how wide I am," as it's smooth edge easily dents her humongous
belly several inches. She laughs as she step aside and her spongy
flesh billows.
     She keys the com pad, "Are we in space yet?" She waits
several seconds before a strange voice answers. 
     "I'm not a Trazakan," the voice has a strange accent. "I'm
from the planet Earth and they captured me for their experiments.
They told me how to take care of you so I hope you won't be angry
with me."
     She stands in confusion for several seconds. "Only a few
probes are allowed to visit Earth," she thinks to herself. "If
they captured him," she allows fear to enter her thoughts, "What
are their plans for me?"
     Her thoughts are interrupted as the door slides open. An
adult male is standing nervously. His eyes grow bigger than would
seem possible as he gets his first view of her. "My name is
Mick," he stammers. He tries to speak, but is unable to find
words.
     Jaleka giggles, her massive mammeries bouncing within her
halter. "I'm Jaleka. Since they told you to take care of me, I'd
like to get to know you and you know me." She smiles as he stands
speechless. "I don't know much about Earth beings or their
customs." She carefully moves backward to her pad and lowers her
massive belly onto it. She smiles as his eyes are mesmerized by
her billowing flesh. "If we're both captives," she motions to a
bench beside her.
     Mick almost stumbles as he quickly walks to the bench. She
smiles as his eyes roam over her mammothly bloated form. He sits
down and she gently takes his hand in one of her plump ones.
"I'll tell you about myself and how I became so full bodied."
Over the next half time unit, she explains about her digestive
system being able to expand to hold an unbelievable amount of
food and efficiently digesting it. "I'll only have a few light
snacks until I get back to my precontest weight."



<8>
     Mick had begun to smile, but lowers his head. "I was on a
hike by myself when they captured me."
     Jaleka puts her soft hand under his chin and gently raises
it until he is looking into her caring eyes. "I'm not sure if
you're scared of my size, or impressed by me being this huge."
     Mick finally smiles, "I guess I better tell you about
myself." Her hand releases his chin and drifts back to his hand.
He puts his other hand on hers and gently feels her softness as
he resumes. "On Earth I was a technician. I kept mostly to myself
because I never found my kind of people. When I went on the hike,
I did it so I could meditate alone and hopefully learn what I
should be looking for." He pauses and grins, "But they found me
first."
     Jaleka looks at him quizzically, "How did you feel
uncomfortable?"
     Mick pats her hand, "For one thing, where I lived full
fleshed women were mostly looked down on and to appreciate them
wasn't accepted by most. I found their fullness attractive." He
starts to blush and hides his face.
     Jaleka laughs, "And I'm a full figured female." She smiles
as he glances toward her. "There's no reason for you to be
ashamed that you're attracted to me. I have friends that are in
love with other species. Our medical sciences are able to adapt
our reproductive organs so that different species can even have
offspring." She looks at her mammoth melons. "Like your planet,
there are very few of my race that find a female as fat as I am
attractive. One of the reasons I lose weight after the contest is
to be able to win the next one. The other reason is the looks I
get until I lose a great deal of weight."
     Mick strokes her plump hand. "Would you like me to tell you
about the experiments they tried on me?" 
     Jaleka forces a smile. "Yes, then you better tell me what
they plan to do with us."
     Mick forces his smile to remain, but she catches a glimpse
of the edges of his smile falter. "They put me on a small shuttle
and brought me to this ship. Then I was hooked into a medical and
intelligence analyzer. There was some wrong with it, because they
spent several minutes adjusting the controls and still weren't
satisfied when they switched it on. As the lights flashed, I felt
like I was drawn into the circuits. It was as if I became one
with the ship, knowing how it functioned and the logic behind
every device."
     Jaleka frowns, "That shouldn't have happened. You should
have felt as if you were drifting."
     Mick smiles, "As I was with the circuits. I knew where the
fault was, but left it alone. By the time they stopped, I was
able to think my way to every part of the ship. The only reason I
haven't tried to take control of the auto pilot is they don't put
enough fuel on board."




<9>
     Jaleka forces a smile. "Now that we know about each other,"
she takes a deep breath, causing her heavily bloated bosom to
quiver. "What are their plans for us?"
     Mick pauses for a moment. "They told me that I will take
care of you. I'm to make sure you're well fed while we travel to
the next planet." He pauses.
     Jaleka takes his hand, places it against her fat bloated
torso and pushes it gently into her soft flesh. "I'd feel better
if you'd allow yourself to enjoy my size..."
     Mick allows himself to relax as he uses both hands to gently
massage her flesh. "They told me to tell you..." he pauses, not
wanting to continue.
     Jaleka puts her hand over one of his and deeply squeezes her
yielding flesh with his hand. "Please tell me and then we won't
talk about it."
     Mick resumes squeezing and fondling her bounteous fat. "They
said if you don't do as they order you to. They'll take actions
against others of your race."
     Jaleka smiles sadly, "I really don't have any good friends."
She smiles in contentment as he continues to fondle her bulging
flesh. "If you've been told to take care of me, please tell me
what their plans are for me."
     Mick forces his smile to remain. He leans forward, wraps his
arms around her fat waist and nuzzles her massively swollen
breast. "The ship is going to a planet where there is an eating
contest. They are making bets and you will win." She puts her arm
around him and pulls him deeper into her spongy body. "After you
win," he continues. "We'll fly to another contest."
     Jaleka smiles as he looks around her burgeoning breast. "By
the time we come back for the next pie eating contest," she
laughs and her flab bloated bust bounces against his face. "I'll
have to eat more than I weigh now."
     Mick buries his face into her softness before continuing.
"How much do you know about Trazakans?"
     Jaleka loses her smile. "I wondered why that one at the
spaceport was looking at me the way he did." She keeps her
composure as Mick stands beside her and leans into her velvety
softness. "How long until I become a feast for them?"
     Mick nuzzles the upper slope of one of her massive melons.
"They told me that Centaur fat is a delicacy. They've heard how
much you ate at the last two contests and intend to use you to
produce a breed of feeder Centaurs.
     Jaleka almost freezes as this unimagined plan hits home.
"Where are they planning to find a stallion?" she gasps in a
whisper.
     Mick stands up. He faces her and leans into her fleshiness.
He cradles her plump, double chinned head in his hands. "When you
told me that medical science can make two species compatible for
reproduction, I already knew it."




<10>
     Jaleka looks at him in surprise and then slowly smiles. "If
it wasn't for what they'll do with our offspring," she whispers
almost coyly. "I might be able to enjoy this." She wraps one arm
around him and pulls him as deeply into her warm, yielding flesh
as she can. "But after the contests, I might be too big to move."
     Mick nuzzles her bounteous bosom and pats her with his
hands. "The bigger you get, the more of you there'll be to move."
     They both laugh and the surface of her monstrously fattened
body rolls and jiggles. "Since they ordered you to keep me well
fed," she finally gasps. "I better eat so they'll believe we're
doing what they've ordered us to."
     Mick smiles and walks to a sliding panel. "The food is
prepared automatically," he says as he begins removing trays and
places them on the bench. "I was told I'm to eat with you but not
to eat more than I need to."
     Jaleka laughs as she picks up a thick slice of bread. "At
least they know I need nutritious foods to stay healthy." She
finishes it in a few bites and then smiles as Mick puts the last
tray down. "At the eating contests, I pretend someone is
massaging me, encouraging me to eat more than I think I can."
     Mick smiles as he kneels beside her ballooning belly. "Will
I be allowed to be with you at the contests we're going to?" He
asks as he begins to lovingly knead and stroke her. She is so fat
that her fur seems to float on her blubber. 
     Jaleka gulps down a large bite of something like a fruit.
"All I have to say is you're my trainer. They'll weigh me before
and after to assure I was the only one eating."
     Mick nuzzles her spongy flesh and she resumes eating. Before
she realizes it, she has finished all the food. "That was enough
food to feed a family of six!" she says is shock. "I didn't
realize how much I ate because I loved how good you were making
me feel."
     Mick stands and snuggles under her fleshy arm. "That's ok,"
he assures her. "I was enjoying feeling your abundant body. As I
listened to you eat, I imagined each mouthful was adding more
fat."
     Jaleka laughs and her mountainous form jiggles as she does.
"But you should have something to eat." She giggles as her hands
move toward her halter straps. "Since we're alone and I'm sure
you can keep a secret." He stares in unabashed amazement as her
huge halter drops to the floor, exposing her monstrous mammeries.
She smiles as she puts her hands under them and struggles to lift
them. "It's not only fat that makes them this big," she says with
a twinkle in her eyes.









<11>
     Mick's hands reach out and slowly caresses her spongy,
blimp-shaped udders. He nuzzles the flesh above her bulging
areolae and slowly moves onto the bumpy plateau. He tongues her
swollen nipple as his mouth slowly engulfs it. He begins to suck
while his hands embrace and squeeze her jumbo jugs. Within
moments, he is rewarded by a stream of warm sweet milk, which
flows from her plump nipple and he gulps it down. After several
minutes, he switches breasts and gives the same loving attention
and receives the same prize.
     Finally he stops and looks into her contented face. "Some
how," he whispers as he snuggles between her bloated boobs. "Some
how, I'll find a way for us to escape."
     Jaleka reaches over one of her mammoth mammeries and ruffles
his hair. "But if we inform the authorities.." she starts.
     Mick smiles. "If this ship is lost, they'll think the auto
pilot or drive systems failed. Because of our being on board,
they won't be able to tell any one and we aren't worth the risk
of searching for." He mouths her bounteous flesh. "I can take
over at any time. The problem is finding a planet we can live on
within our fuel range."
     Jaleka nods her head as she drifts into a food induced
sleep. "With as huge as I'll get, it better have a low gravity."
     Mick steps back as she begins to lay down. He pushes a large
pillow under her head and kisses her full lips. "I'll study the
charts while you get some rest." He quietly walks to the door.
Turning, he looks at her mountainous form, "With as much as
you'll gain from the contests." He gives a wishful grin as he
quickly walks to the navigation display. 
     He links into the computers and requests information on
planets that can support life, within range of their fuel. There
are only three planets that are within the parameters. The first
one is inhabited by a race friendly with the Trazakans. The
second is similar to prehistoric Earth. The problem is it's
gravity is almost twice that of Jaleka's home planet. "I hope
third one's the charm works out here," he thinks as it's
specifications are displayed. Mick smiles, "Primitive humanoids,
friendly but very superstitious. Probe teams have been received
as almost gods." He almost laughs out loud as he reads the
geological report. "Gravity is one third her planet." He hums as
he instructs the computer to calculate a flight path.
     <Planet is beyond present fuel range.> The computer
responds. <It will be within range after second planned landing.>
     Mick smiles as he instructs the navcom to chart a course for
it. "Jaleka was planning to win those contests any ways." He
grins widely, "And I'll be there to encourage her." He
disconnects himself from the system and returns to her room.
     She is sleeping heavily. He snuggles against her wide,
fleshy back and joins her in sleep.    





<12>
     Jaleka listens to the sound of the star-drive as she drifts
into conscienceness. She forces herself upright and looks around.
The bench is covered with trays of delicious smelling foods. "Did
they tell you to feed me this much," she jokes as she grabs a
large roll.
     Mick smiles as he kneels down beside her heavily bloated
belly. "They programmed the food processor before you came on
board." He deeply massages her fat swollen abdomen.
     Jaleka relaxes as his fondling makes her feel contented and
her appetite quickly grows. "Then I better see how easily I can
stuff it all into my expansive stomach." She begins with the
rolls at one end of the bench and works her way through the piles
of delicious foods.
     In a short time, all that remains is empty trays and a few
crumbs. She glances at her chronometer. "I can't believe I ate
all that so fast!" She exclaims in surprise.
     Mick begins caressing her plump torso. "When you competed at
the contest, your stomach had to stretch a lot to hold
everything." He moves forward and begins stroking her bounteous
breasts. "But now your stomach has lots of room without being
full."
     She smiles and wraps her arm around his shoulders. "And you
make me feel so hungry that, at the next contest, I wouldn't stop
until I can't hold anymore." She pulls his face into her spongy
bosom. "And now you deserve a reward."
     She releases him and he continues to fondle her puffy flesh.
He licks and sucks her fat and milk bloated boob as he slowly
works around to her excitement swollen nipple. He nurses for
several minutes before switching sides.
     While he does, Jaleka closes her eyes and imagines herself
eating every meal until she's full. She  smiles, enjoying how he
is caring for her and how she is able to show her appreciation.
 
     For many days, their voyage continues. With all the
Trazakans have ordered her to eat, she gains some weight. But the
idea of keeping her digestive system from shrinking has been
obtained. 
     After her prelanding meal, she pats her ponderous abdomen
and groans. "With the contest being tomorrow morning and my
getting used to keeping my tummy well fed." She smiles as Mick
hugs her monstrous bosom. "I hope I can wait till then."
     Mick smiles as he steps back. "Maybe I should wait till then
so you'll really be hungry?" he jokes.
     Jaleka tries to grab him, but is almost knocked off balance
by her weighty breasts. "My belly needs to be empty by then," she
whispers with a sly smile. "And if other parts of me are empty,
I'll be that much hungrier."






<13>
     Mick laughs and then silences himself by stuffing her
swollen nipple and as much of her bloated areolae into his mouth
as he can. He sucks deeply and lessens the load of milk in one of
her breasts before he does the same to the other. "I'll drink as
much as I can before we go to the arena," he promises as he licks
his lips.
     Jaleka pulls him into her spongy flesh. "And tomorrow night,
I might be fatter than you're ready for."
     Mick nuzzles his face into her pillowy breast. "The fatter
you are," he mumbles, "The more of you I'll have to enjoy." He
looks up from her cushiony flesh. "And remember I've found a
planet with one third the gravity you're used to." He smiles as
he nuzzles deeply into her giganticly bloated bosom.
     'Then at these two contests,' she thinks to herself. 'I'm
going to set records no one will believe.' She reaches back with
both hands and pats her magnificent abdomen.
     When the warning bell sounds, They separate and prepare for
landing.
     A moment after they land, they hear the outer door open.
Mick jumps to his feet. "Remember what I said," he whispers
hurriedly.
     The door opens and a different Trazakan stands in the
doorway. "I am to keep you here until the contest, escort you
there and bring you back," his voice has the mechanical sound of
a cheap translator.
     Mick stands up and steps toward the door. Motioning to the
guard, they step outside and the door slides shut. A few moments
later it opens and Mick enters. He sits down on the bench and
strokes her puffy upper arm. "I told him I convinced you I wanted
you to get as fat as you can. I said my reason was if you won
both contests and gained a tremendous amount of weight, maybe
they'd send me back to Earth." Mick grins, "I know he bought it
because he promised I could." He wraps one of his arms over her
wide back, "and we both know they can't take a chance on that."
     Jaleka lies down. "I better get some sleep before the
contest," she whispers.
     Mick snuggles into her soft belly. "And I need my rest so I
can be at my best to encourage you." Within minutes, they are
both sleeping soundly.

      <Second Contest>

      Mick wakes first and gently brushes her fur. Jaleka sighs
in contentment and struggles to her feet. "I want you to look
your best," Mick explains. "There's no reason the champion of all
eaters shouldn't be the best looking one."
     Jaleka grins as her stomach growls loudly. "I hope my
stomach can wait until the contest begins." She laughs and her
velvety fur appears to flow on her extra fleshy body.




<14>
     Mick continues to brush until her coat shines. "Now I better
make sure all parts of you have room," he jokes as he attempt to
heft one of her ponderous breasts.
     "Just remember," she kids him. "By tomorrow, they'll be much
bigger and softer." His only reply is sucking harder and her milk
flows through her plump teat and down his throat.

     They are both ready when the Trazakan opens the door.
Without a word, she heavily waddles out of the ship and boards a
sturdy transport. The arena is near the spaceport and they arrive
quickly.
     The Trazakan acts as if they were only together on the
transport as he walks toward the spectator's gate. Mick and
Jaleka enter through the wide contestant entrance and are met by
one of the judges. After she is weighed, they are lead to a
waiting area. "The contest will begin in one tenth of a time
period," the judge informs them as he leaves.
     Mick smiles as he smooths a few rough looking areas with his
hand. "I've never been to one of these," he says nervously.
     Jaleka giggles and her soft flesh jiggles. "I'm the one who
should be nervous." She smiles, "Just pay attention to making me
hungry and forget about anything else." As if in agreement, her
stomach rumbles hollowly.
     "I don't think your tummy likes waiting," he jokes. They
both turn as the door automatically opens and something like
fanfare music can be heard.
     Jaleka smiles and exaggerates the heaviness of her waddle.
"Any one who recognizes me, won't expect that I can expand much
more." She fakes losing her balance and almost knocks Mick over.
He resists laughing as they enter the arena and are lead to their
place.
      "All beings in attendance," the large, cat-like creature
roars, and Mick hears him through his translator. "We are
overjoyed with the beings that have come to find who can hold the
most of our thick, rich, Porcein soup. With one gallon weighing
eighteen tarres, I can guarantee that those who reach the fourth
round will waddle out of here with more fat than most of you
would want to think about. We have thirty beings ready to
demonstrate their ability to expand."
     The lights focus on the contenders and the elevated,
slightly steaming soup containers. "Each vat contains ten
gallons. The first twenty to finish will be allowed to continue."
Attendants take a hose from each vat and hand them to the
respective contestants. Mick strokes Jaleka's fur as they wait
for the starting signal.
     "I see all are ready," the announcer roars. "Begin," he
bellows as he pushes a button on his panel.  






<15>
     Mick watches the level indicator descend as Jaleka gulps the
soup into her cavernous stomach. He smiles as he deeply massages
her growing abdomen and feel the soup pouring in. Two other
beings finish before her but it is several minutes before any one
else does. Jaleka watches the monitor in front of her as the last
half of the competitors struggle to finish. "I doubt any of them
will finish the second round," she whispers to Mick. He smiles
and continues massaging her mammoth belly which rolls because of
the soup flowing inside.
     Finally, the twentieth contestant finishes. "Let's
congratulate those who have finished the first round," the
announcer roars, and the onlookers respond. Mick glances around
and sees several Trazakans striking their claws in appreciation
of her continuing. 
     "I know," Jaleka whispers. "But remember that they're paying
for me to be in these contests and we're going to escape
afterward."
     Mick controls his laughter. "And you'll be carrying a
unbelievable wealth of fat by then." He continues to caress her
as the second round is explained.
     "In the second round," the announcer bellows. "The
contestants will have soup ladled into them by their trainers or
an attendant." As he speaks, the vats are wheeled away and a
bench with a smaller vat is positioned as each one requests it to
be. "To continue onto the third round, they must finish it in one
standard time unit." He looks around and waits until all are
ready. "Begin," he roars and the clocks around the arena start.
     Mick and Jaleka quickly develop a rhythm and the level
indicator quickly drops. They finish shortly after half the
period and are second to a hex-legged Gringa, who's abdomen is
already touching the floor. When he mentions this to Jaleka, she
giggles. "He's not the only one who'll need help getting out of
here."
     Mick jumps off the bench and begins massaging her soup
swollen belly. As he works downward, he smiles as he sees a few
inches between her sagging stomach and the floor. "You aren't
there yet," he jokes.
     She smiles, enjoying his loving caresses as she watches
those still trying to finish. "I know his species," she whispers.
"I doubt he'll finish the third round. Many of the bets are made
on how long an individual lasts."
     "I wonder how many bet on you to win?" he jokes, nudging
deep into her expanded side.
     As the period ends, fifteen lights indicate those who will
continue. "Beings gathered here," The announcer bellows. "We have
fifteen bloated contestants who have survived. The most who ever
continued at this point was eleven. You are witnessing history
happening before you." He pauses, his long tail twitching as the
audience demonstrates their respect. "The third round," he begins
as the vats are refilled. "Is the same as the last one. Except,"
he says in a stage whisper. "There are five more gallons sloshing
inside each of them than last time." He stand erect and looks
over the participants. "Begin!" He roars.
<16>
     Mick and Jaleka resume the feeding pace and finish in the
same time as before. The crowd cheers as they finish first.
Jaleka looks at the monitor and smiles, "If they're impressed
with me finishing this fast." She says with a giggle. 
     Mick resumes fondling her new massiveness. "What are you
planning to do?" He whispers. She turns and grins, her heavy,
ponderous breasts roll heavily as she does. He smiles back and
continues to massage her humongous abdomen. "What ever you do,
your belly is already on the floor." She relaxes as others finish
and the time period ends.
     "Beings in attendance," the announcer bellows. "Only three
have been unable to complete their amount of soup. We have twelve
who will continue onto the fourth and last round." As he speaks,
the benches and vats are removed. "We have had to attach extra
vats to our two hundred gallon reservoir. These vats are filled
with twenty gallons of soup for each." The attendants begin
moving the competitors with antigrav units. "the hoses are
connected to a single valve. Each hose is monitored and the
volume will be displayed on your monitors. If one of them desires
to admit defeat, their attendant will shut off their supply. The
winner is the one who has consumed the most when the vat is
empty. Their monitors are positioned so they are only able to see
how much they themselves have consumed."
     Mick accepts a hose and places it in Jaleka's mouth. She
smiles as she sucks a length of it down her throat. "I can breath
around it," she mumbles. "This way I'm not slowed down by having
to swallow."
     Mick smiles and begins, firmly, yet lovingly, fondling and
stroking her soon to be expanding belly.
     "All are ready to prove who is the best of this historical
contest." The announcer comments in an awe filled voice. "For the
fourth and final time. Begin!" He pushes the final button and the
soup is heard flooding down the twelve hoses.
     All of the competitors, except Jaleka, begin gulping
ravenously. The audience is some what quiet as the soup flows.
One by one, the competitors admit they are unable to continue.
     By the end of the second period, thirty gallons have poured
into Jaleka. Mick can see her abdomen fluctuate as the soup
continues to stretch her cavernous digestive system.
     Before the third time period ends, only Jaleka and two
others continue gulping the soup.  Mick stands and whispers.
"You've taken forty gallons already. How much do you think you'll
need to win?" She smiles with the hose pulsing in her mouth and
he resumes caressing and massaging her amazingly expanded and
surging belly.
     The soup continues to flow into the three remaining
contestants through the fourth period. Mick looks at the monitor
and is shocked. He scrambles to his feet and leans into her
spongy flesh. "Sixty  seven gallons," he quietly gasps. "You
really mean to make an unbeatable record."



<17>
     She reaches over and squeezes his hand. He smiles and gives
a slight squeeze in understanding before he resumes his loving
caresses of her expanding abdomen.
     One of the others quits and almost collapses, except it's
abdomen is already heavily on the floor. 
     By the end of the fifth period. the silence of the observers
can be felt. Mick looks at the monitor. 'Eighty four gallons,' he
thinks to himself. 'I know she won't be too wide for the hatchway
after this contest. But after the next one?' He smiles as he
continues his affectionate fondling of her unbelievably swollen
belly.
     Less than halfway through the sixth period, a tone indicates
that there are only ten gallons left. Mick smiles as he feels
Jaleka trying to gulp down as much of the remaining soup as she
can. Before the end of the period, a gong sounds and the contest
is over. Mick gently pulls the tube out of her throat and she
give a quiet burp. "If that doesn't break the record," she
whispers.
     Suddenly, the crowd breaks out of it's shock and cheers
loudly. The announcer makes several attempts to speak, but
finally joins them in their ovation.
     "Beings of all planets," he finally roars over the crowd and
they quiet down. "We have just witnessed the making of an eating
record that I feel none may ever break. The first nine to quit
consumed an average of ten gallons each. Third place consumed 18
before he almost collapsed." He pauses as a few cheer. "Second
place gulped 29 gallons." Again he pauses as friends applaud.
"And the winner and record holder, Jaleka Hashun. One hundred and
three gallons. A total of one hundred and twenty three gallons,
or two thousand two hundred and thirty four tarres of the most
delicious," he pauses as the cheering increases in volume. "And
most flesh creating soup ever made." He gives in to the deafening
volume of the applause.
     Attendants use anti-grav units to levitate her onto a
hovering pad and slowly move her around the arena. She smiles and
waves her fleshy arms. When she reaches back and pats her soup
bloated belly, the crowd goes wild. After several circuits of the
arena, she is floated to the exit and Mick is given the pad's
control unit.
     A large transport is waiting at the gate and a Trazakan
motions for them to enter. Mick lowers the pad to the floor of
the transport.
     "They know you are her trainer," one of the Trazakans
informs him. "I will show you where to collect the prize money."
He escorts Mick while the apparent leader approaches Jaleka.
     "Why did you push yourself to make a record that may be
unbeatable?" He asks.
     Jaleka is almost in her digestive trance as she answers.
"Mick told me that he is to be my mate. None of the Drillaxans I
knew, like how fat I got, even though I would lose it. He loves
my size and wants me to get as huge as I can."


<18>
      The Trazakan flicks his tongue, "We were going to wait
until you reached our planet before we modified him. If you
promise to do your best to set a record at the milk and cake
contest, we'll modify him now."
     Jaleka controls her shock when he tells her of the next
contest. "As monumental as I'm going to get," she comments after
hesitating. "You should make his reproductive organs able to grow
as I do."
     The Trazakan touches his com-unit and gives instructions for
Mick to be physically modified. "He will join you on the ship."
     Jaleka nods as she drifts the rest of the way into her
trance. Once there, the Trazakan leader floats her into the ship
and into her room. "Since you are doing more than we could have
wished for, we will leave you alone." He leaves, closing the
cargo door as he does.

     Two time units later, Mick arrives. He quietly enters her
room and gently massages her heavily expanded abdomen. She is
deep in her digestion trance and fails to notice his actions. He
smiles as he carefully covers her and lays down beside her
bloated belly.
     Mick wakes as he feels the drive systems begin warming up.
He goes to the bridge and observes the launch sequence. Smiling,
he makes a few minor adjustments. Small enough that no one will
notice, but enough to assure him that he can take control of the
ship when the time comes. 
     Once they are in orbit, he returns to Jaleka. Her abdomen
has diminished slightly, and the increased size of her bounteous
breasts and her mountainous rump reveal where the some of the new
fat has been stored. When he studies her appearance closer, he
can tell that her skeleton has grown wider. The food processor
light is flashing and he removes more food than he did for the
meal before the contest. "They know her stomach is much bigger,"
he thinks to himself. "And they want her to keep it that way."
     When he has all the food on the bench and the table, he
strokes Jaleka's billowing body. "I wonder how long your trance
will last," he whispers to her.
     Her ears twitch as he kisses her puffy cheek. "I think I've
got most of that delicious soup digested." She whispers as her
eye lids flutter open. "But I don't think I'm ready for another
meal." She smiles as she glances from the food to Mick. "How are
you feeling?" She asks in a seductive voice.
     Mick smiles as he nudges his body into her fleshy side. He
moves slightly from side to side, causing her velvety fur to
ripple. "You're feeling nice and soft," he whispers.
     Jaleka's eyes widen as she feels a firm bulge growing
between them. It begins at his crotch and slowly lengthens until
it almost reaches his chest. "And you're feeling nice and hard,"
she responds huskily. 




<19>
     He kisses her swollen lips as she shifts her massiveness
toward him. "They didn't tell me how long it will take until I'm
big enough to please you," he jokes as nuzzles one of her more
mammoth breasts. "But they did say that I'll grow as much as you
do."
     Jaleka laughs and her spongy flesh responds in waves of
motion over her entire body, causing Mick's expanded cock to
become even harder against her jiggling flesh. "And I've got a
lot more growing to do." She slides her plump hand between them
and feels the round bulge through his shirt. "If you've grown
this much in fifteen time units," she grins mischievously. "I
hope another part of me is as elastic as my tummy." She moves her
hand down and wiggles it under the edge of his shirt. Her eyes
grow wide again as her pudgy fingers fail to encircle his warm
rod.
     As she starts to move her hand upward, Mick eases away
enough to pull his shirt over his head and tosses it away. He
reaches out and strokes her thick, flabby torso with one hand
while his other begins to explore how much her humongous bosom
has inflated.
     Jaleka grins in excitement as she caresses his throbbing
tool between her soft hand and her cushiony fur. "The bigger I
get," she whispers. "The more of you I'll want in me." She grabs
him as well as she can and pushes the head into her extra soft
flesh and moves it around.
     Mick is close to losing control and finally steps back. "I
don't want to waste any," he jokes. "Maybe," he comments as he
strokes her rolling abdomen. "After you get all this food inside,
I'll give you something to wash it down."
     Jaleka smiles and reaches out to the table. "If you put it
where I can reach it on my own." She flutters her long lashes,
"You can have some of my milk to get your cream sacks nice and
tight."
       Mick laughs as he moves the table until it bumps into her
incredibly bloated jug. As he moves food from the bench to the
table, she begins to slowly eat.
     "When my milk starts flowing," she jokes. "I'll start
packing this away as fast as I can."
     Mick finishes rearranging the food and then begins fondling
and stroking her monstrously expanded bosom. "I hope these are
filling out with fat," he mumbles as he licks her swollen
areolae. "Other wise, you'll have to be careful not to drown me."
     Jaleka struggles to swallow a large mouthful of fruit as she
laughs. "I wouldn't want to hurt my trainer. But I want as much
of your white nectar as you can make." She stuffs another fruit
in her mouth.







<20>
     Mick smiles and sucks as much of her breast into his mouth
as he can. He begins sucking and kneading her wonderfully soft
flesh as her milk flows. After several minutes, he stops and
gives her other jiggling jug the same loving attention. He
finally stops and deeply massages and pokes her humongously
distended belly while she finishes her feast.
     "If they're planning to give me meals like that," she gasps
with a burp. "I'd get so huge that my breasts might weigh as much
as my whole body does now." She glances at Mick. "Speaking of
which, I'd like to feel how full of cream you are."
     Mick grins and stands against her cushiony side. He closes
his eyes in ecstasy as her warm hand begins encouraging his soft
shaft toward rigidness. As it reaches it's full size and
stiffness, he loosens his belt. Her hand follows it downward,
until she reaches his warm, cum filled sacks. "I think I've found
what you've been using some of my milk for," she jokes as he
drops his pants and steps out of them.
     She releases him and laughs as he steps back. "I think the
only way," she jokes as she leans forward. She squirms as her
erect nipples touch the floor. 
     Mick moves in front of her and strokes her massive breasts.
She grabs his heavy rod and gently pulls him close. She holds the
firm head close to her mouth, extends her wide tongue and rests
his throbbing shaft on it. For a moment he stands still, then he
takes a slow step forward. As he reaches her mouth, she opens her
jaws and he slides in. Her lips close enough to excite him and
prevent him from escaping her hot, wet mouth.
     He continue to ease his maleness into her mouth and then
down her throat. As his swollen balls bump her chins, she loosens
her jaws more and sucks them in. Mick almost loses control as he
feels all of him engulfed in her hungry mouth. She begins to suck
and he feels his blood being pulled into her. He leans back in
amazement as he feel himself growing down her throat.
     "Here it comes!" he almost yells after a few minutes, as her
gulping takes him beyond his limits.
     Jaleka gulps down his white fluid as she squeezes his balls
dry with her tongue. He surges after he is drained dry and
finally steps back. She smiles as she tries to straighten up. "I
guess my muscles haven't caught up with their weight," she
laughs.
     Mick grins widely as he struggle with the massiveness of her
ponderous bosom. "If they keep growing like this," he jokes as
she finally straightens up. "They'll be so huge they'll rest on
the floor with out you leaning over."
     They both laugh and Jaleka's flesh jiggles heavily. "My
skeleton, muscles and other organs are growing and strengthening
to handle this weight." She closes her eyes and whispers. "If I
consume as much as I can at the next contest..."
     Mick gently fondles her mammothly heavy bosom. "The bigger
you get," he replies and nuzzles her billowing flesh. "The bigger
I'll get."


<21>
     Jaleka opens her eyes slightly. "I think you could use a
nap," she whispers as she pats her wide, cushiony back.
     Mick smiles and climbs on, sinking into to her loving
softness. "I think you're going to put every one in shock," he
whisper as he snuggles in, "with the amount you'll eat at the
next contest." 
     Jaleka grins as she feels his cock growing in the furrow of
her bloated back, and whispers. "I will if you're going to add
your special cream to my training diet." She thinks for a moment,
"The next contest, is cakes and a special milk. I don't think
there's anything special about the cakes, but I've heard stories
about the milk."
     Mick snuggles in her fleshiness. "What sort of stories?" he
asks as he sinks in.
     She closes her eyes, "It doesn't weigh as much as the soup,
but it is so dense in nutrients and calories, I'll gain more for
each gallon than I did with the soup."
     Mick smiles, "Those Trazakans are really going to be mad
when we don't reach their home world." He closes his eyes and
they both drift into a restful sleep.
     When they wake, Mick rolls off her wide back. "That's the
best nap I've ever had," he jokes as he prods her fleshy belly.
     Jaleka smiles and forces herself up. "I've got all that food
digested and distributed enough that my belly isn't on the ground
any more." She takes a few heavy steps and opens the food
processor. "And the computer wants it back on the ground," she
says giggling.
     Mick moves the food onto the table as she begins eating.
"They better get you a larger anti-grav unit before the contest,"
he jokes as he places the last tray on the table.
     Jaleka mumbles with her mouth full of food. He smiles and
begins fondling and stroking her bounteous breasts. "I can't live
on milk alone," he comments as he begins eating from the
assortment of foods. What he eats wouldn't have dented the amount
before she started, but it only takes her a few minutes to finish
after he does.
     "We should think about anything we might need on the
planet," Jaleka comments as she swallows the last of her feast.
     Mick walks over to a console and she waddles after him.
"There's a good size library in the computer. They told me this
ship has everything you'll need and it will be unloaded and set
up when we arrive at the compound." He turns in his chair and
smiles. "But I can get it set up when we arrive at our compound."
     Jaleka smiles mischievously. She moves forward, until her
massive mammeries are all that Mick can see. "I hope you can get
the compound set up before I'm too wide to get out of here."
     Mick reaches out with both hands and gently teases her
nipples until they are swollen stiff. "I'm going to make sure we
land where there's plenty of level ground and a lake." He stands,
his body nestled between her huge breasts and his hands hefting
her puffy areolae. "Because I bet you're going to love floating."


<22>
     Jaleka laughs and her bouncing boobs almost knock him off
balance. "I might get so fat that the lake will over flow it's
banks when I get in."
     She waddles back a few feet and they study what books are in
the computer and what supplies they have until the food processor
signals another meal.
     For several days, they continue cataloging supplies and are
pleased that they have everything they can think of.

     Ten time units, before landing for the final contest, Jaleka
is gulping down a large meal of nutritious foods. "If I was in my
trance for seventeen time units last time," she says between
bites. "You better expect me to be in a trance for at least a day
after this contest."
     Mick smiles as he strokes the mammoth breast he had just
nursed from. "I'll just rest on your expanding back and listen to
your incredible stomach turn the food into more of you."
     Jaleka laughs and Mick fondles her rolling flesh as he moves
beside her. "I hope part of you grows well while you're on me."
     Mick smiles as he leans into her massive softness. "The
bigger and softer you get," he whispers as her velvety fur
covered flesh ripples. "The bigger and harder I'll get." He
nuzzles her bloated arm as his growing penis begins to swell
between then. When it finally achieves it's full size, it's
bloated head is halfway up his chest. "Now you can have your
final desert before the contest," he jokes as he steps back.
     She reaches out and holds the red apple sized head in her
pudgy hand. "I was hoping you'd caress my clitoris with it,
instead of my tonsils." She smiles as she waddles to the bench,
still holding him in her hand. "But you promised to do that as a
reward for my setting unbreakable records at the contest."
     Mick laughs as she pushes his heavy cock into her spongy
breast. He slowly moves around her fat bloated breast, rubbing
the firm head of his huge cock into her softness. When he is in
front of her, he moves the head onto her bulging areolae and
nudges her stiffening nipple.
     She groans in ecstasy as he climbs onto the bench. "I hope
you're going to be thirsty," she whispers excitedly. "Because I
can feel my milk on the edge of letting down right now." She
carefully waddles a few steps towards him. Her magnificent bosom
surrounding him as his weighty rod of flesh touches her puffy
lips. She slowly moves forward, allowing the hot head to push her
lips apart. She leans forward as it reaches the back of her mouth
and it forces it's way into her throat, nudging her tonsils as it
does. 
     Mick groans in excitement as his cum bloated balls bump
against her multiple chins. Her wide tongue reaches out and tries
to wrap around them. He grins as she tries to pull them into her
mouth, but they have expanded to make more white nectar until her
mouth is unable to open wide enough for them.



<23>
     He begins to rock back and forth. Only moving several
inches, but quickly bringing her to a highly excited condition
and himself to the point of no return. He moves in and out of her
moist mouth and hot gripping throat faster as he reaches and
passes the edge. Finally he explodes, his hot fluids gush down
her esophagus and into her incredible stomach. She groans and
squirms, her massive breasts billowing around him.
     Finally, his cum bloated sacks are empty and his love shaft
shrinks within her mouth. "With encouragement like that," she
gasps. "Compared to this contest, I'm going to make the last one
look like a snack."
     Mick gets off the bench and licks one of her overly excited
nipples. A large drop of milk appears and he clamps his mouth
over it as a steady flow begins. After several minutes he quits
sucking, but it takes another minute before the flow stops. "I
hope I can hold enough of the other one," he says with a smile.
     "I'm making them as fat as I can," she jokes as he begins on
the other one. "This extra milk is just something extra." She
smiles in contentment as he sucks and then begins massaging her
monumental abdomen.
     "Why don't you get some sleep," he asks as he continues
fondling her blubbery belly.
     Jaleka smiles and lowers her humongous body to the floor.
"Just remember that, after the contest, I'll really appreciate as
much of this as you can give me." She closes her eyes and relaxes
to his touch.
     Mick smiles and leans into her cushiony rump. "Then maybe I
better get some sleep." He jumps onto her velvety soft back and
sinks into her warm fur. He listens to her steady breathing,
feeling her body move gently as she does. Within minutes, they
are both deeply asleep.

     Mick wakes as the tone warns that the ship is preparing to
land. He rolls off her and her spongy flesh quivers as he does.
She moves slightly, but doesn't wake.
     He runs to the bridge and monitors the engines as they land.
Within minutes after landing. He is opening the loading hatch for
a Trazakan.
     "How is our fat, contessst winner?" The Trazakan asks, his
tongue flicking out.
     "She's doing fine," Mick reports. "The others of your race
agreed to leave her in my care."
     The Trazakan hisses, "I have been told of how you feel about
her. Sssinccce your care will make her fatter and more
contented." He looks as a heavy transport arrives. "Ssshe isss
expected at the ssstadium in one time unit." He turns and climbs
into a one being vehicle.
     Mick returns to Jaleka. "We have to leave for the contest in
one time unit."




<24>
     Jaleka grins and smacks her rubbery lips. "And I'm already
hungrier than last time." She relaxes as he gets a brush and
works her silky fur until it shines. As the time approaches, they
leave the ship and board the transport. 
     The driver looks at Jaleka is amazement. "I hope I have time
to file a bet for you to win," he says as they arrive at the
stadium. 
     Jaleka smiles and heavily waddles inside. A spindly
attendant guides them to the waiting area.
     A creature with a upper body and face something like a
dolphin and the tentacles of a squid looks at them from a mobile
aquarium. He sticks his head over the edge and speaks is a
surprisingly clear voice. "I've never seen one of your species at
this contest." He studies her for a moment. "And I've never heard
of one with as much flesh. "May I ask who you are?"
     "My name is Jaleka," she answers quietly. "Are you one of
the contestants?"
     His laugh is a combination of whistles. "No my dear
competitor. My true name is unpronounceable to you so you may
call me whistler. My farm is the one supplying the milk."
     Jaleka's eyes light up. "I have only heard rumors about this
milk I am to drink. Can you tell me which species produces it and
why it said to be so fattening?"
     Whistler's tentacles stir the water. "I though you would
have known," he says with a frown. "Are you being forced to
compete?"
     Jaleka tries to keep a positive expression. "I'd prefer to
say that I'm doing it for my species."
     Whistler nods, "Now I recognize your name. You set
incredible records of consumption at the All Species Pie Eating
contest and the rich soup contest. That explains your well
fattened condition." He laughs for a moment, "I hope you expect
to fill out much more with this contest."
     Jaleka nudges Mick, "We both hope I do, and I might even set
new records here."
     Whistler's grin widens. "I know other beings who enjoy an
expansive partner. Now back to what you'll eat in the contest.
You will have one cake for each ten gallons. The cakes weigh
about 10 tarres each and are made of ingredients to promote your
thirst."
     Jaleka smiles, "you seem to be saving the information on
your milk until I ask."
     Whistler ducks his head under water for a moment before
emerging again. "Excuse me, I need to keep my skin wet. I brought
some information on my herd to be distributed with the
competitor's descriptions." He motions to a stack of plastic
coated sheets beside his tank.
     Mick picks up a set and shows them to Jaleka. As they look
at the forms, Whistler continues.




<25>
     "The ancestors of my cows came from earth. My species has
excellent knowledge of genetic manipulation and has increased
their milk production many, many times more than would be
possible through normal breeding techniques." He grabs a
container with one of his tentacles, pours some white liquid into
a cup and offers it to Mick. "She's going to drink gallons of it
and I thought you might like to have a taste."
     Mick thanks him as he takes it. He raises it to his lips and
takes a sip. The extreme richness of it hits him and he slowly
sips as Whistler continues.     
     "My race loves milk as rich as possible," he continues. "We
tried modifying several species native to our planet and had some
success. When I received a report on the sea life of earth, I
knew that the largest ones could be adapted and that their milk
would be rich beyond belief. Because they live in water, The size
their udders could be enlarged to, was not limited as in land
mammals."
     Mick looks at the brochure and is not surprised that the
cows are whales. They are right whales and are obviously extra-
well fed. But what rivets his attention is the unbelievably huge
size of their udders. He studies the several views. "Her udder
must weigh almost a fourth of her entire weight," he exclaims.
     Whistler laughs, "You're right, and on the last page are
photos of one I took extra care with, who's udder is almost one
third her weight. They swim very little and are fed a special
feed mixture through a tube. The cow closes her mouth around the
pipe and the mixture is pumped into her. The harder she squeezes
the pipe, the faster the food flows. You've noted how fat they
are?" He continues as Mick nods. "I've found that the fatter cows
produce richer milk. The demand for extremely rich milk more than
pays for the extra feed costs needed to keep them fat."
     Jaleka grins, "After I eat each cake, is that how I'll be
fed?"
     Whistler grins, "The cake will be on a table and your
trainer," he smiles at Mick. "Will feed it to you as you want it.
There will be a pipe just like the ones my cows use, except much
smaller. Mick can adjust the maximum rate of flow and you can
control how much is pumped into you, or if you want to stop and
have some cake."
     Jaleka has been studying the pictures while he was talking.
"How much do you think each gallon will make me gain?" She asks
hopefully.
     Whistler's expression is difficult to recognize, but it is
probably a cross of shock and surprise. "Are you competing in the
contest to eat more than any one else, or are you planning to eat
as much as you can?"
     Jaleka grins, "let's just say that I'm going to be the
biggest and fattest Drillaxan ever. If I could live in water, I'd
probably try and get as hefty as your biggest cow."




<26>
     Whistler grins until his smile almost splits his head. "I've
just found my prefect mate recently and she has the same
attitude. She's just getting started and I let her nurse directly
from my prize cow. She doesn't have the magical stomach you do,
or she'd be figuring how long it will take her to outweigh any of
my cows." He pauses as Jaleka blushes. "After the weight you gain
from today's contest, you won't be able to move without an anti-
grav unit. Unless," he makes a high pitch whistle that almost
cuts through their heads. "A friend of mine is in the next room,"
he explains.
     The door opens and a large cat-like creature enters. "Jaleka
Hashun!" He roars. "I saw you destroy all records at the last
contest. I am Groloo," he says in a growl. 
     Jaleka smiles and Mick extends his hand. "I'm Mick from
Earth."
     Groloo puts his paw in Mick's hand. "I've read about some of
your customs. I know many ways of greeting." He looks at
Whistler. "So my wet friend. Even though I thank you for allowing
me to meet Hashun. There's something else floating around your
synapsis."
     Whistler grins, "I told them about my mate and I think
they'd like to hear about yours."
     Groloo yawns, which turns into an open grin. "My mate
doesn't dream of becoming as fat as his," he smiles as he looks
at Jaleka. "But she might get near to your size." He stands proud
and continues. "My race has no problems if one of us wants to
become immensely fat. The only problem, as you know, is getting
too big to move." He steps back and studies her critically. "Have
you chosen not to use magic?" He says frowning.
     "You know of magic that can help me move?" She asks in
surprise.
     He roars in laughter. "I forgot that your race doesn't
believe in using magic and has probably kept its secret from
you."
     Mick smiles, "Some of my race believes in it, but I've never
seen them accomplish much with it."
     Groloo laughs, "They've never found the secret. He nudges
Jaleka's bulging abdomen and smiles as his shoulder sinks in.
"With a negate gravity spell, You'll feel even softer than you do
now." He remains against her for a moment before stepping away.
"You may not know of magic, but your ability to consume
incredible amounts of food at one time, is because your digestive
system has natural magic."
     Jaleka smiles, "Is there a way I can tell how huge I might
get?"
     He laughs, "I wouldn't want to know if I were you." He
pauses as he thinks. "I can put your mind in touch with your
magical abilities. It might help you eat even more at this
contest."
     She smiles, "What do I have to do?" she asks.



<27>
     Groloo stands beside her and leans into her spongy flesh.
After a several minutes, he steps back. "Now think of your
stomach," he whispers.
     She closes her eyes for a moment. "I can feel how empty it
is and it's almost ready to start shrinking." She thinks for a
moment longer before opening her eyes in surprise. "I can
actually talk to it and I've told it to prepare for another
contest." She smiles, "when I did, I could feel it relax and get
ready to stretch."
     Groloo step to Mick, "Would you like me to awaken your
magic?" 
     Mick smiles, "I've always wondered what type of magic I
could do."
     "Put your arms over me," Groloo commands. "The more in
contact we are, the better." Mick does as asked and they remain
unmoving for a while. Finally Mick stands. He keeps his eyes
closed for several minutes.
     Groloo smiles, "He has access to as much magic as I have. It
will take him time to become comfortable with them."
     Mick opens his eyes and grins. "It will take me some time,"
he steps over to Jaleka and rubs her bloated belly. "But then
I'll be able to make you feel really good."
     Groloo growls quietly, "I sensed that there is something
evil influencing your actions."
     Mick looks at Jaleka and she nods. "I was taken from Earth
by Trazakans and she has been told to compete in this and the
previous contests. Then they plan to take us to their homeworld
and use her to breed a race of fat centaurs."
     Groloo growls deeply, "I know of the ones who are foolish
enough to do something like this. We could do something with the
ones here, this will allow you to leave without them being on
board."
     Mick frowns, "I can take control of the ship and there's a
planet we can reach. But I hadn't thought of them being onboard."
    Groloo smiles, "I've never trusted their kind." He steps to a
display and accesses the betting system. After a few entries, he
faces them. "I know the ones who have bet on you. These are the
ones I would have suspected being involved. I will take them and
I may visit you on KH752."
     Mick looks at him in surprise and then grins. "You learned
it's name when we were linked." Groloo nods.
     Jaleka looks at his quizzically. "What are you going to do
with the Trazakans?"
     Groloo pauses for a moment. "They were planning to fatten
you so you'd give them a race of food animals. My mate is
fattening up and it will be ironic that their flesh will help
her." He smiles in anticipation.
     Jaleka thinks for a moment before she smiles. "It's too bad
I can't fatten them for her," she giggles.




<28>
     Groloo grins, "My Rolune knows how to put flesh on any
creature." His grin widens, "Her magic can reach into others and
control them from the inside. They'll be watching themselves get
fat and then," he smacks his lips. "They'll add weight to my
mate."
     The warning tone interrupts their laughter. "Now it's time
to see how much my magical belly can hold," Jaleka laughs as she
steps on the wide anti-grav pad. "By the size of this," she
jokes. "They must really expect me to eat." She laughs as Mick
guides her pad.
     "I better get my bet made before the contest starts," Groloo
comments as the door opens. 
     "Make one for me," Whistler laughs as his water tank follows
Jaleka and Mick toward the arena.

     They enter the arena and are guided to their position. Part
of the spectator area is a large aquarium, except that those
inside are looking out. Whistler's tank floats up a ramp. When he
reaches the top, he turns and allows it to settle.
     A spotlight illuminates what may as well be described as a
large fishbowl, suspended above them. The being within is the
same species as Whistler.
     He begins speaking in his language and their translators
switch on. "Beings of the water, land and air. I welcome you to a
contest that will test the digestive strength of those forty
beings before us. After the contest is over, they will test their
own strength in trying to move more fat than they expected to
gain." He pauses as several of his species whistle in approval
and amusement.
     "Beside each contestant is a table," he continues. "The cake
is a special one, very dry and guaranteed to make them thirsty.
The cakes weight ten tarres. Each contestant is given one at the
beginning of the contest and another one after they have allowed
ten gallons to be pumped into them and so on. The tube in front
of them is pressure sensitive. The tighter they squeeze it, the
faster the milk will flow. Even though a gallon of this milk
weighs twelve tarres, it will promote another few tarres of flesh
to be gained. After four time units, the number of contestants
will be reduced to one half. Those who have the most milk
sloshing inside their bodies, and becoming fatter as we observe,
will continue."
     "The second part of the competition will last twelve time
units. They are allowed to take rests," the announcer flashes his
flukes and a slight shower of water splashes out of his bowl.
"But that will give the others more time to have the rich milk
pumped into their expanding bellies. The monitors will display
how much each one has consumed during the entire contest and how
much in the past time unit." He points his body straight down at
the arena. "I see all are ready. You may begin now." He says
almost calmly. 



<29>
     Mick hands a piece of cake, that weighs almost two pounds,
to Jaleka and she gulps it down rapidly. "I've told my stomach to
get ready to grow and stretch as much as it can," she whispers
before putting the tube in her mouth. Mick watches the indicators
in amazement as more than three gallons flow into her before she
stops. "Now that my throat is moist," she giggles as Mich hands
her another piece. She wolfs it down and continues until she has
finished the cake. "I plan to eat each cake at once and then have
the ten gallons of this deliciously rich milk pumped into me."
She grabs the tube with her mouth and the indicators move.
     Two others are given a second cake before Jaleka finishes
her first ten gallons. "I could have finished first," she
comments between pieces. "But I'm not going to worry about it
until half the competition is eliminated." She chows down on
another large piece. 
     Mick smiles as he holds her next piece. "I hope every one is
paying attention to you." He steps closer and she smiles as his
firm rod nudges into her soft flesh. "Because I know I'm going to
be bigger," he whispers. "By the time this contest is over. I
might be equal to a stallion of your species."
     She gulps down the rest of her piece and takes the next one.
"But you're going to have to keep growing to make me feel full of
you," she whispers with a giggle.
     Finishing the cake, she returns to the milk and has the
second ten gallons sloshing in her tremendous tummy in less time
than the first. Only one other is ahead of her and she smiles
when she realizes this. "I'll be in first place before the
elimination time." She tears large bites of the cake and swallows
them quickly.
     When the four time unit signal sounds, seven contestants
have already quit, and the ones eliminated almost seem relieved.
"Observers and contestants," the announcer calls. "At this time,
the previous record was forty two gallons. Jaleka Hashun is now
carrying fifty eight gallons, an average of more than fourteen
gallons per time unit." He pauses as a cheer from various members
of the crowd responds. "From this point on, their rate of milk
flow will decrease. But they will continue to increase." His
whistles of laughter are echoed by others.
     Jaleka finishes the next two gallons and Mick hands her
pieces of her sixth cake. "I know you're going to expand much
more before you begin to feel tight," he whispers as he massages
her mammoth bosom. "But I'm feeling tight enough to burst." He
leans into her velvety bloated fur and she smiles as his heavy
shaft throbs within the groove it forms in her warm blubber.









<30>
     "Just think of how much more of me there'll be by the end
and I'm sure you'll find some way to withstand the pressure." She
gulps down another piece, "Besides," she mumbles with her mouth
full. "If it stays that tight for the rest of the contest. It'll
be even bigger." She gulps down the last of the cake in a swallow
that stretches her throat. Mick stares in amazement as he watches
the bulge in her throat move slowly down and disappear where her
bulbous breasts meet her fleshy chest. "Ahh," she breathes before
taking the tube in her mouth.
     Mick smiles as he deeply massages her swelling abdomen. He
pushes against her massively ballooning belly and listens to the
milk sloshing inside. Moving up to her billowing bosom, he
whispers. "You've going to let that sweet milk be forced into you
until your tonsils are awash." She grins as he continues. "So I'm
going to have to find another way for me to pump my sweetness
inside you." He continues fondling and kneading her ponderously
quivering abdomen. He works his way back to the disappearing line
where her belly and hips meet. He prods the silky softness of her
mountainous rump with one hand while he encourages her tummy with
the other and the long, turgid bulge in his pants. 
     Jaleka watches her flow indicator and adjusts her mouth's
grip so that she maintains a flow rate faster than before.
     By the end of the sixth time unit, there are another thirty
one gallons and two cakes swelling her incredibly expansive
digestive system. Two competitors have resigned and she watches
as several others have stopped to rest. "I think my competition
is giving up," she comments as she starts her tenth cake.
     Mick laughs. "When they look at the indicators and see you
haven't slowed down." He hands her another piece. 
     She grins, "Before Groloo put me in touch with my belly,"
She gulps down a fourth of the cake, "I hoped to handle maybe ten
gallons per time unit." She takes another piece and it quickly
follows the first. "But now that I can talk to my tummy, I'm
almost up to fifteen gallons per time unit." 
     Mick looks at her in controlled surprise as she eats the
next piece. "You can't be thinking of averaging fifteen gallon
per time..." 
     She takes the last piece. "Your rubbing against me," she
whispers. "Makes me think of how good I'll feel with you inside
me." She takes several large bites, leaving almost a tarre sized
piece. "And the more I eat, I bet the tighter you get." She takes
the piece and stuffs it into her mouth, her cheeks puffing out
like an overly ambitious squirrel. She forces the tube into her
already full mouth, and uses the pressure to force the cake down
her throat. 








<31>
     Mick smiles and adjusts his painfully stiff cock as he
watches the incredible bulge move her chins and then disappear
into her fleshy chest. He grins as he hears the milk surging
after it. "If she drinks that much milk," he thinks while
caressing her bounteous body. "I hope we can get her into the
ship." He leans into her ponderous belly and resumes massaging.
As he moves around to her other side, he keeps his front toward
her.
     She grins as she looks between her humongous boobs and sees
his massive pole making a round ridge in his pants and most of
the way up his shirt. He begins fondling her other side and she
feels his growing rod nudging deep into her spongy flesh. "They
said the bigger I get, the bigger he'll get," she thinks to
herself. Glancing at the monitor, she smiles. "So I'm going to
average at least fifteen gallons." She squeezes the pipe tighter
and feels the rich milk gush into her mouth. She almost groans in
extasy as her tonsils are pummeled by the flood.
     By the end of the eighth time unit, 124 gallons have been
pumped into her. As she finishes 130, Mick feeds her the cake.
"Second place has only made 84 gallons," he informs her. "At the
rate you're having it pour into you. You'll beat second and third
place combined."
     Jaleka gulps a large piece down, "and maybe fourth." She
grins before shoving the rest of the cake down her expanded
throat. "Since this is my last contest," she comments, followed
by a long burp. "I want to make a record that every planet will
know of." She wraps her flesh swollen lips around the pipe and
squeezes.
     Mick smiles and resumes massaging and encouraging her. After
a few minutes, he leans into her flabby side, nudges her
monumental breast and whispers. "As full as my balls felt at the
four unit point." He rubs his stallion sized cock against her
side and it's bulbous head nudges deep into her spongy jug.
"They're even tighter and swelling bigger to hold all the sweet
nectar I'm going to fill your womb with."
     Jaleka grins in contentment as he finally admits his desires
to her. She feels the milk flowing down her throat and imagines
it's his cum. In almost sexual excitement, she squeezes the pipe
harder. As her stomach warns her it can't handle the milk this
fast, she tells it to digest it as fast as possible. She tells
her body that, since this new fat is made from rich milk, her
breasts should get as much as they can hold.











<32>
      "Beings," the announcer calls out. "After ten time units,
only 12 competitors remain. What is most surprising is, While all
but one has reduced it's rate of flow by more than half, Jaleka
Hashun has slightly increased hers. One hundred and fifty six
gallons, more than fifteen per time unit, have flowed into her
and are, even as I speak, adding more soft flesh to her corpulent
form. The record for this contest is one hundred and fifty
eight." He pauses as sounds of surprise echo from the audience.
"As we watch she is surpassing it with almost six time units to
go. And she shows no sign of slowing. Beings! Jaleka Hashun is
now setting a new record with every gallon that flows into her."
     Jaleka releases the pipe as she finishes one hundred and
sixty gallons. "These cakes sure make me thirsty," she jokes as
she chows into the half cake Mick hands her.
     "Do you think you'll be able to keep a fifteen gallon
average?" He asks.
     She stuffs the rest of the half cake into her large mouth
and he hands her the second half. "With your encouragement," she
giggles. "I'm sure I will." She quickly chews and gulps the last
of it down and clamps her extra full lips onto the pipe.
     Mick smiles as he pats her ponderously swollen abdomen. "I
don't want you to blame me if you can't do it." He stands and
leans into her bulging belly and then back. His ponderously rigid
cock, making a furrow into her milk and fat bloated abdomen. He
leans deeply, throwing his arms over her expansive back and
pulling himself deeper into her spongy flesh. "My balls are
bigger than any stallion of your race," he whispers to her. "And
you're going to feel even fuller when I flood your depths." He
forces himself into her flesh a few times before he resumes
massaging her expanding belly.
     Jaleka grins as she thinks of how his stallion sized, or
larger, cock will feel inside her. She imagines the hose is his
cock and squeezes it even harder. The milk flushes in faster and
she feels a deep, almost sexual excitement.
     The audience stares in amazement as they watch the rate of
flow indicator rise. By the end of the twelfth time unit, her
average rate is over sixteen gallons.
     As she finishes the two hundredth gallon, the announcer
breaks the hush. "Jaleka Hashun now has two hundred gallons of
rich milk inside her." He laughs, "I should say that she has
drank two hundred gallons. Many of those gallons have now become
soft flesh, billowing under her velvety fur. If she were to stop
now, I doubt that any will best this record."
     In response to this statement, Jaleka stuffs the rest of the
cake into her mouth, grabs the pipe with her lips and the gushing
milk washes it down.
     It only takes a moment for every one to realize she has
increased the flow. "All who are here!" The announcer gasps.
"After more than twelve hours into the contest, Jaleka Hashun has
broken the rate of flow record." Every one stares as the milk
continues to flow until ten more gallons are sloshing within her
bloated belly.

<33>
     By the end of that time unit, she has raised the present
flow per time unit to twenty eight gallons. 
     Mick hands her the cake, nudging the bloated head of his
painfully swollen cock into her heavy bosom. "I'm going to
explode before I get all the way in you." He grins as she frowns
at him. He pushes his fluid filled balls into her rolling side.
"But there's plenty in these to go again and again."
     She smiles and gulps the cake down. "And they're going to
get even bigger," she whispers before returning to the milk pipe.
     In the next time unit she takes in twenty seven gallons.
during the fifteenth, she equals it.
     As she finishes gallon two hundred eighty. She takes the
entire cake from Mick. "This is the last time unit," she mumbles
with her cheeks bulging. "And I'm going to really push myself."
As she finish the cake, Mick leans into her cushiony side. "If
you get really full," he whispers with a grin. "I'll have to
really push to get in you."
     Jaleka grins and squeezes the pipe for maximum flow. Her
cheeks bulge out as the milk pumps into her mouth. She moves
forward slightly and it gushes straight down her throat.   
     She stops three times for cakes. Forcing them into her
throat and stuffing her cheeks with the heavy pastry. Then using
the milk to wash it down, like a flood clearing a riverbed.
     As the time runs out, she finishes her three hundred and
twentieth gallon and finally stops.
     The stadium is silent, as her numbers flash on the monitors.
Finally, the announcer finds his voice. "Three hundred and twenty
gallons, and average of twenty gallons per time unit, with a
maximum per time unit of forty four gallons. My fellow beings,
the champion of all time, Jaleka Hashun." The applause and cheers
thunder for several minutes. Mick guides her anti-grav pad around
the arena and then through the door they had entered through. 
    Groloo is waiting for them. "I can't believe you could hold
that much," he says in shock.
     Jaleka grins, her exhaustion can easily be seen. "You put me
in touch with my digestive system. And, since this is my last
contest, I wanted to do my best." She nods as he hesitates.
     Groloo smiles and stands beside her. He leans his entire
body into her fat and milk expanded belly. "I know my Rolune
won't be plump compared to you," he growls contently. "But some
of her flesh will be from the ones who have threatened you." He
steps back as he realizes how exhausted she is. "Take her to your
ship," he advises. "My friends will take your captors to my
mate." He smiles, "Then they'll learn how it is to be a meat
animal."
     Mick forces an understanding smile. "Since you know where
we're going, I'd like you and Rolune to visit some time." He
glances at Jaleka's almost sleeping form. "I know she'd like to
see how well fleshed Rolune gets."




<34>
     Groloo growls in agreement, "We'll see you soon. Now you
better go before she is completely asleep." He whispers to Mick,
"Once in space, you can put the negate gravity spell on her. At
her original weight for all this flesh, she'll look and feel like
she's floating."
     He stands aside as Mick guides her pad onto a transport.
Once at the spaceport, he has some trouble getting her widened
belly through the entry hatch, but once inside, there is
sufficient room. He climbs to the bridge and is cleared for
orbit. After two orbits, they leave orbit for their new home.
     Mick rejoins Jaleka. "I don't know if you can hear me in
your trance," he asks her. "Wiggle an ear or something if you
can." Out of the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of her
tail moving. "Are you ready for me?" He asks expectively.
     Her tail swishes and then remains high. Mick smiles as he
quickly sheds his clothes. He moves the bench so he will be at
the right height. "If I held back any longer," he jokes. "I'd be
closer to exploding than you are. He climbs onto the bench and
nudges the bloated head of his cock against her flesh and blood
swollen lips. He moves it around, groaning in extasy from the
stimulation.
     He stops with his massive head against her lips. He groans
in pleasure as he begins to push. For a moment, he worries that
he's too big. Suddenly her vulva parts and his hot and heavy
shaft plunges into her soft moist depths. His hands sink several
inches into her spongy rump before he can stop. "Ooh," he murmurs
in excitement. "All your flesh surging around me is so
wonderfully." He moves within her very slowly.
     Even though Jaleka is in a trance. Part of her is in rapture
as she feels him within her fat swollen belly. Small groans of
pleasure escape between her tired lips
     Mick tries to control himself, "All your eating has made me
so hot." He gasps and suddenly begins forging deeply into her. "I
just can't wait." He steps forward and back, his cum bloated
balls pressing into her soft yielding flesh each time. In a long
groan, he shoves as deep as he can, grabbing her bounteous rump,
his hands and arms sinking in. His body making love to her
billowing fat as his incredibly heavy rod pumps some of his over
supply of white nectar into her.
     She groans as an orgasm of unguessed magnitude hits. It
seems to flow from deep inside where his seed splashes against
her cervix, then it expands through out her humongously distended
digestive system. Even her intestines squirm in euphoria. 
      As his thunderous surges lessen and finally stop, Mick
remains deep in her rolling rump. Finally his cock shrinks back
and is retracted into the sheath growing between his legs. He
walks around her enlarged belly, fondling and poking her as he
does.





<35>
     He squeezes and strokes her amazingly bloated breasts and
runs his tongue over her puffed out and bumpy areolae. He licks
her engorged nipple, feeling it grow larger and fatter than ever.
"Even your nipples are getting fat," he jokes as he squeezes the
other one. He moves his mouth to the tip and slowly works his
lips down it's spongy length. He squeezes it and fondles the
breast with both hands. In a matter of seconds, her delicious
liquor is flowing down, reviving him and making his love shaft
peak out from it's sheath.
     When he begins nursing from her other one, his rod bumps
into her softness. He reaches down and presses it against the
underside of her flesh bloated udder as he continues to drink. 
     He stops and works his way around her other side. His
stiffened shaft nudging deeply into her warm, yielding flesh as
he pokes her ballooning body. "This time," He speaks with
assurance. "I'm going to last until you're lost in pleasure." He
grins as he reaches her engorged vulva. "I think I'm larger than
a stallion." He gently pushes and she opens for him. He feels her
flab engulfed muscles pulling him in. "And you want all I can
give you." He slams into her, her ponderous flesh makes heavy
waves as he moves most of the way out and then shoves all the way
in.
     She quickly orgasms and her entire body jiggles with her
excitement. As the next one approaches. She knows her stomach is
digesting the milk faster than ever. She can actually feel her
enormous breasts becoming more bounteous and the rest of her
heavy body expanding with love encouraged fat. She groans as she
feels her clitoris being caressed by his love shaft. Her mind
screams in pleasure as she feels it fill and then expand with
fat. His rod actually denting it and it's nerves howl in
unabashed pleasure. As the orgasms become one long burst of
delirium, She imagines herself a centaur version of a whale cow.
Her velvety fur floats on her ocean of billowing fat. Each one of
her monumental breasts weighing more than she does now. After
uncounted ecstasies, Mick climaxes. His fluids swelling her
already flooded womb and gushing into her uterus. She tries to
squeeze her breasts, imagining she feels her areolae becoming as
large as breasts themselves. 
     Mick pumps into her until he feels his cumsack shrink and
then almost pull inside, out. He goes around and leans into her
hot spongy flesh. "If it's like this now," he whispers as he
climbs onto and sinks into her billowing warmth. "What will it be
like when we both finish growing." He quickly falls asleep, his
limp cock laying on him and on her furry back. Their thoughts
somehow merge and he dreams of how much jiggling fat she is
packing inside her expansive body from the milk.







<36>
     Mick drifts from a dream of floating in a sea of warmth and
love, and realizes he is resting deep in her fleshy back. He
strokes her expansive body. Smiling, gently squeezes her flabby
fur and is impressed how soft she is becoming. He listens to her
digestive system hard at work, converting the hundreds of gallons
of whale milk into more fat. "She said her trance might last a
day or more," he thinks to himself. "And this is the most
comfortable place I can think of." He looks at the monitor and
watches the display on ship's status and course. "In a few days,"
he thinks as he drifts back to sleep. "We'll be home."

     Late in the day, Jaleka wakes. "I wonder how big I am," she
thinks with her eyes closed. She shifts her weight and feels her
massive amounts of blubber roll and jiggle. 
     "So you're awake," Mick asks from her back. He rolls off,
causing her fur covered fat to billow. He moves in front of her,
caressing her even more, mammoth mammeries. "I can't believe how
much these have grown!" He exclaims.
     Jaleka smiles, her eyes are still closed. "I'm not going to
open my eyes until you've made me enjoy how much flesh I've
filled out with."
     Mick smiles and squeezes her bulging areolae. He licks her
plump nipple as it swells. "Even your nipples are fat," he
whispers as he stuffs it in his mouth.    
     She relaxes in extreme contentment as her milk flows. She
visualizes her large nipple being squeezed by his lips, her milk
pouring through. As he begins nursing from her other one, she
instructs her stomach that there are no more contests. She tells
it to begin shrinking to a reasonable weight gain size.
     As Mick drinks, his cock head comes out of it's sheath. By
the time he finishes, the firm, swollen head is nuzzling her
bulging areolae. He rubs it's heavy length into her soft fur as
he moves around to her mountainous rump.
     Jaleka is already anticipating and her warm pelt quivers on
her massive amount of fat. 
     Mick climbs onto the bench. He positions his ponderous cock,
rubbing the firm, heavy head against her wet lips. "You've filled
out more than I thought possible in a day." He says excitedly as
he begins to push. Her vulva begins to open and he gently pushes
his throbbing head inside. As the lips smack shut behind his
bloated head, he stops and moves back and forth a few inches. "I
think what I'm feeling is a clit that is huge with blood and
fat."
     Jaleka groans in pleasure and her internal fat billows
around his hefty cock. 
     Mick smiles as he pushes deeper into her warm moist
fleshiness in a series of in and out motions. "That felt so
good," he gasps. "The rest of my love rod is jealous it wasn't
in."




<37>
     She laughs, "Then push in as far as you can. I want to feel
those cum bloated balls of yours against my soft rump."
     Mick smiles and pushes into her as deep as he can. He wraps
his arms around her mammoth rump and squeezes, pulling himself as
deep into her fur covered flab as he can. He grins and makes his
over stallion sized penis surge against her plump clit.
     She almost screams in ecstacy and her entire body jiggles.
Her soft rump billows against his huge cumsack and her warm inner
fat quivers around his shaft. As he begins moving, her body is
rocked in waves of pure sexual pleasure and the shockwave excite
Mick to the edge.
     "My love shaft is bigger than last night," he groans as he
tries to control the impending flood. His body takes control and
his hot juices surge into her fleshy interior, filling her with
his liquid love.
     As he begins to shrink, Jaleka opens her eyes and stares in
shock and pleasure. "What do you think of my expansive breasts?"
She asks.
     Mick finally comes out of her, his limp cock hanging several
inches out of his growing sheath. "They can't get too big for
me," he laughs as he fondles her massive belly. "And the only
worry I have for how much you're filling out, is how much I'm
going to grow."      
     She reaches out and pulls him into her velvety fur. "I'll
try and control how much that part of me grows so you won't have
to get so big you have trouble walking," she whispers. "
     Mick smiles and begins moving her food from the food
processor to her table.

     Early on the third day, they achieve orbit of KH752. They
study the previous survey reports for most of the day. "When we
land," Mick reminds her. "We won't have much fuel to maneuver, so
we have to decide where before we break orbit." 
     By supper, they have reduced the prospective sites to four.
She consumes all that the food processor has prepared for her.
"They were using the contests to get me in condition to get even
fatter," she jokes when finishing half of it. "But now I'm
getting fat for only the two of us."
     Mick nuzzles her ponderous bosom. "Groloo taught me how to
put a negate gravity spell so you'll only weigh your original
weight." He mouths her plump nipple and it grows. "No matter how
much you gain."
     She gulps the food faster as her milk begins to flow. He
finishes with both bloated breasts before she is done. He stands
beside her humongous abdomen, reaches with his arms as far as he
can, and hugs her deeply. As she continues eating, she feels a
strangeness. As if she's getting bigger and fatter, yet almost
floating. When she finishes, she relaxes to the feeling.





<38>
     After almost a full time unit, Mick steps back. "How do you
feel?" He asks weakly.
     Jaleka shifts her weight and her flesh flows more than ever.
"It's like I'm floating," she laughs. "I can feel all my mass,
but not my weight."
     Mick grins, "I need some sleep before I'll have enough
strength to do anything." He slowly climbs onto her silky soft,
expansive back and collapses into her softness.
     Jaleka closes her eyes and smiles. "Now that my immense
obesity feels as if I'm supported by water." She thinks. She
shifts her flesh engulfed hooves and her massive flesh surges. "I
might become a centaur whale cow." They are soon both asleep.
     Early in the morning, Mick wakes. He rolls over and feels
her softness against his chest and growing shaft of flesh. As he
feels her breathe beneath him, His rod becomes longer with each
breath. He begins to move in counter time to her and he is soon
pushing his ponderous cock through the fat created groove of her
back.
     Jaleka eyes open as she realizes what he is doing. "How
about one last time while we're in space?" She asks coyly.
     Mick smiles and begins working himself up her rump. Instead
of thrusting forward, he pulls himself backward. As his feet
reach her tail, she switches it to one side. He finally slides
over her ponderous rump and stands on the bench. His mast of
flesh sticking up over her massive hills of fat. "I'm full of
that special juice and you're going to get all I can give you."
He steps back and bumps his ever growing head against her wet
vulva. She is so excited that her juices are already flowing
fully. 
     As soon as her lips suck his prize apple sized head in, he
slowly walks his massive shaft in. He braces his feet and pushes
his body into her soft yielding flesh. He feel his rounded end
bump against her cervix. He keeps forcing himself into her
padding and rotates his hips, pushing her fat rump around. The
excitement of her flesh having almost no weight pulls him to the
edge and he explodes. Her cervix flashes open and a large amount
of his seed thick soup gushes inside. His cockhead plugs the
entrance until his sack is drained. As the flow stops, her gates
slam shut.
     "I hope you're ready for some of my milk." She laughs.
"Because that will make me feel even better.
     Mick smiles and lovingly fondles each humongous breast as he
nurses.
     "I better get to the bridge," he whispers as he massages her
blubbery equine shoulder. She smiles and he leaves.
     Once strapped into the pilot chair, he accesses the nav
computer and sets the grav drive to land. He grins as the ship
begins it's decent. He watches as the surface of the planet rolls
beneath them.




<39>
     As their planned landing site approaches he keys the
intercom. "Our new home is coming up. Hang on to something in
case I have to come down fast, our fuel is getting low." He takes
the controls and guides the cargo ship toward a clearing near a
village marked as friendly. The low fuel warning buzzer sounds as
he rotates the ship to fit the long axis of the field. With a
minor bump, they set down. He waits a minute, in case the ground
is not firm, before switching off the engines. "This is your
captain. We've arrived home on planet KH752 near the Kreechen
village." He switches all systems to minimum and joins Jaleka.
     He enters and takes two translators from his desk. "I've
programmed these with the language the survey team translated."
He hands her the control to her anti grav pad. "I'll go out
first. There's no reason to expect trouble," he comments as he
gets a stun blaster from his desk. "Groloo gave me this." 
     They go to the main hatch and she settles next to the
control. Looking out the porthole, he nods and she opens it. He
steps outside and gives their sign of greeting.
     The apparent leader steps forward on his four legs. He
clasps his lower hands and spreads his upper arms wide. "I am
Weezete. We greet you as one of our own." His voice comes through
the translator. "We have seen lean time since any of you have
visited."
     Mick puts his hands together and then spreads them. "If you
will have us as friends, we would like to stay. My mate and I
were captives of a hostile tribe. When we escaped, this was the
best place we could find."
     Weezete extends all four arms, "though some of our lands
have been taken by other tribes, we welcome you." He grasps each
of Mick's arms in two of his.
     "We are thankful for your friendship." Mick responds. "Maybe
we can help you reclaim your lands."
     "The beings who came before, left supplies we have no use
for." Weezete says with a wide grin. "May I greet your mate?"
     Mick smiles as he leads them into the ship. "I should warn
you, she is a different species and carries a lot of flesh."
     "Our healer was very fat before we lost our best grain
field." Weezete comments as they enter. In shock and then
admiration, he stares at Jaleka. "Even though our food supply is
low. We will do all we can to prevent her from losing what she
has worked so hard to gain."
     They leave Jaleka, go outside and are joined by several
others. Three of them begin designing a tent like structure so
that they can live outside the ship. Mick, Weezete and several
others discuss the lands they have lost and what can be done.
With the help of survey charts, Mick shows them where they can
stop the other tribes with little trouble and several areas that
could easily be planted. "We have supplies on board that should
last us at least two seasons."




<40>
     Weezete smiles, "I was shown the machine that makes food. If
your problem is food for the machines, the last group set up a
machine to pull food from the ground. The storage bins are full
and the machine resting."
     Mick smiles, "If that is so. We may be able to use other
equipment from the ship."
     A plump female approaches. Weezete introduces her as Kreth.
"She is our healer I told you about."
     She steps forward and rubs her plump shoulder against Mick.
"I was told about Jaleka, I offer myself to take care of her
while you help my tribe."
     Weezete bows and Mick leads her into the ship. "Your leader
thought it will be best if she remains out of sight until we can
protect your lands from other tribes," He comments.
     She stops and strokes her furry side. "They told me she is
very fat." She bends and touches the long udder under her belly.
"Before we lost the best field, I was filling out and I hoped my
udder might one day touch the ground." She laughs when she sees
Mick's expression. "When I was fatter, my nipples were almost
pointing sideways. I have heard that if my belly would have
reached the ground, my nipples would be on the sides of my
bloated udder."
     Mick smiles, "I have been told that there is food for the
ship's machines. While you take care of Jaleka, I'm sure she'll
enjoy helping you fill out until your udder rests heavily on the
ground." They enter Jaleka's room and Kreth stands in amazement.
     Jaleka grins, "You get back and help the tribe with
defenses, we have much to talk about."
     After Mick leaves, Jaleka learns about tribal customs and
ways. The healers are always females and the fatter they are, the
more powerful their milk. It is believed that their milk can cure
many diseases and help heal injuries. Jaleka instructs her how to
use the food processor. "It won't be able to feed your tribe,"
she explains. "But it will keep me gaining and fill your body
with fat until you'll need a floating pad like mine."
     Kreth grins with her mouth full. She swallows before trying
to speak. "I know spells that will allow you to float just above
the ground with out your pad."
     Jaleka swallows her mouthful, "It looks as though we can
help each other." They finish the meal and then a desert that has
Kreth groaning because of the amount of food she has eaten. 
     Kreth agrees to stay with her and knows her tribe will agree
as she fattens beyond what she had weighed.
     Jaleka smiles, "By the time we finish fattening you out,
maybe your legs will be lost in your belly." They both laugh at
this.







<41>
     For many days, Mick works with the tribe on ways to protect
their fields. They move the fuel to the ship and restart the fuel
processing station. They slowly begin refilling the tanks. Mick
uses the ships manufacturing systems to construct the stun
projectors. He teaches some of the tribe how to set up stun
shields and they begin protecting their present fields. Before
the season is finished, they have cleared the land he suggested.
     The hostile tribe attempts a raid, but it is stopped by the
stun projectors. Weezete tells them that, if they attack again,
their tribe will be broken. From then on, there are no attacks.
     As the tribe prepares for the harvest feast, Jaleka and
Kreth begin creating extra food with the processor.
     At sunset, the day before the feast, Mick enters the ship.
His exhaustion is only partially concealed by his excitement.
"The leaders of the local tribes have decided to meet. They have
finally decided that they must work together. There have been
attacks from a roaming tribe. After a recent attack, a wounded
victim heard them talk about two other groups joining them." He
collapses in his chair. "I have to decide how much help I can
give the other tribes."
     Kreth waddles up beside him. "I understand your fears." She
gives him a wide smile. "But tomorrow is the feast of harvest.
Let's not think of those problems until the next day. Instead,"
she takes his hand and places it firmly into her bloated belly.
"Feel how much I've filled out." She continues talking while he
explores her new softness. "My tribe was worrying when they could
not feed me enough. I may not have regained all I lost. But by
the next harvest feast," she grins at Jaleka. "I hope to need the
magic I've taught her."
     Mick looks quizzically at Jaleka. His eyes open in surprise
as she floats upward until her massive abdomen is well off the
ground. She lowers herself down, "I can't do it for long, but I
can move around with out my pad." She floats toward Mick as he
stands up, Kreth grins and waddles out of the room toward her
own. "After all that work," Jaleka jokes. "I bet you're thirsty."
     He finally smiles, "And what do you think I should drink?"
He spreads his arms wide and opens his mouth as she approaches.
As her fleshy nipple enters, he smacks his lips around it's
fullness and lovingly grips her ponderous jug with both arms.
     She smiles as he sucks deeply, her warm milk flowing into
him. When he stops to drink from her other one, he takes his
time. Fondling her mammoth boob, feeling it's mass and softness
with both hands while his mouth excites the spongy flesh around
her fat teat. He nurses from it and then leans into her bloated
boob. "The only problem with your milk," he whispers as he
adjusts his pants. "Is now I have too much in me." He grins as
his growing rod comes out of his pants and makes a deep furrow in
her silky softness. 





<42>
     Jaleka laughs and her billowing causes his heavy cock to
expand almost painfully fast. "I think I'm thirsty enough to
drink you dry." She smiles as she levitates a rather surprised
Mick off the ground. "Did I forget to say I can move things
beside myself?" She giggles and Mick's expression changes to one
of enchantment as he watches her bounteous bosom quiver. She
reaches her tongue out and laps his large cock head. Shaping her
wide tongue into a trough, she levitates him forward. As his head
reaches her lips, she works him in slowly. 
     He grins as he bumps her tonsils. "I forgot you had
something to excite in here too."
     She resists laughing and begins to suck him into her. As he
bumps the back of her throat, she grips him tight with her lips.
She floats him up, until he is above her up tilted head. Slowly
she lowers him down. His incredibly large cock head, forging a
way for the hefty shaft that follows it down. Finally his cum
bloated balls are being stroked by her wide tongue. She begins to
float him up and down. Her distended throat, squeezing him to the
upper limits of excitement.
     In amazement, bordering on stupification, she begins to
slowly rotate him. His larger than ever love rod, twisting in the
depths of her throat. His cum sack swells larger than ever as his
extasy builds. With a long groan of pleasure, his hot cream pumps
out of his sack, his ureatha bulges with each surge. He feels his
head swell until her throat is painfully tight, but it
intensifies both of their orgasms.
     Finally the last of his juices is sucked out and she gently
raises him up, griping his shrinking cock head with her lips for
a moment. She smiles as his feet touch the ground. "When my boobs
got too big for me to lean far enough over," she burps loudly. "I
didn't think we'd be able to do that again."
     Mick moves slowly to her side, fondling her billowing fur as
he does. "I missed it too." He leans deeply into her fat and
kisses her blubbery lips. "Now I don't think you can ever get too
fat."
     She laughs and her humongous belly and breast surge like the
ocean in a rough storm. "Now that you've told me that." She wraps
her flab bloated arm around him and pulls him deep into her
softness. "I'm going to do what I've dreamed of." She puts her
big lips over his mouth and forces her large tongue down his
throat.
     Mick grins, because of his control over his body and grips
it with his throat and lips. She flexes it around for almost a
minute, before he releases her. "I don't know what you've dreamed
of becoming," he jokes after catching his breath. "But I'm sure
going to find out."
     He climbs onto the bench, and then jumps onto her expansive
back. She laughs as he wiggles around and her velvety fur billows
on her massively fat body. In true love and contentment, they
drift to sleep.



<43>
     The next morning, Mick begins preparing breakfast until
Jaleka reminds him of the feast. "I had Kreth set up a program to
make our portion of the feast." Mick smiles as he punches in the
codes.
     As he removes the dishes, Kreth knocks and Jaleka opens the
door. "Are you ready to show them how well you're filling out?"
she asks.
    Kreth giggles, "And I'm ready to show them how much I can be
fed. I should tell you that every member of the tribe has
prepared something for me." She pats her plump belly, "I won't be
allowed to leave until it's all inside." She watches Mick for a
moment, "I'll send a few of them to help with the food."
     Mick smiles, "Since Jaleka can move herself," he puts more
food on the anti grav pad. "We can get everything there on our
own."
     Kreth smiles, "I'll see you shortly." She turns and walks as
quickly as her plumpness allows.
     As Mick puts the last of the food on the pad, Jaleka floats
off the floor and moves through the door, her bounteous flesh
billowing as she does. Mick smiles and controls his excitement.
He follows her with the pad and they shortly arrive at the feast.
     Mick is surprised at the amount of baskets piled high with
grain. Weezete takes him aside. "The tribe wouldn't want this
feast if they knew how little food we have," he whispers. "I told
those who needed to know, to put wood in the bottom so it will
appear that we have had a good harvest."
     Mick forces his smile to remain. "And tomorrow, you'll have
to ration the food for everyone to be able to survive."
     He nods in agreement. "We can make it. If we can form a
treaty with the other tribes, maybe they will loan us food."
     Mick shakes his head slightly. "If they know you are low on
food, they may turn on you. I don't want your tribe to count on
us, but I will supply you with enough grain so that only we and
those who need to, will know."
     Weezete grabs his arms in gratitude. "I have already seen
how much you have helped Kreth." They turn and walk back to the
feast. 
     The food and drinks are piled high on the table. Mick
watches the tribe members taking turns feeding Kreth. She is
eating rapidly and Mick grins as her actions remind him of the
contests.
     From then, until sunset, the feast continues. Several of the
tribe seem intent on keeping Jaleka well supplied. She levitates
pieces and eats them, taking her time so that she doesn't eat
much more than Kreth.
     At sunset, the feasting slows as the musicians fill the
woods with rich sounds from their instruments.
     It is late into the night before Weezete calls an end to the
feast.




<44>
     Mick helps Kreth slowly waddle back to the ship. "Before you
came," she groans as he helps her into her room. "I never thought
I'd gain any of the weight I lost." She burps long and loud. "And
now I'm stuffed with more food than I thought I'd ever see
again." She burps again as she lays down.
     Mick smiles as he strokes her food swollen abdomen. "And
your belly will be on the ground before the next harvest feast."
He quietly leaves and closes the door behind him.
     He returns to his and Jaleka's room. She is almost asleep,
but levitates him onto her soft back. "I'm too tired tonight,"
she whispers. "But tomorrow morning..." 
     Mick snuggles into her fur covered blubber. Her digestive
sounds are a lullaby and he is rocked to sleep by her breathing.

     Mick chooses not to attend the conference of tribe leaders.
Every evening, Weezete comes and tells them what was discussed.
In four days, they have arranged patrols to watch for the roaming
tribe.
     Several days later, one of the tribe members is injured
working on a small dam. He is carried to Kreth's room and she
asks Mick to help.
     The three of them are left alone as she examines him. "His
name is Lureek. Both of his left arms are broken," she informs
him. "I can hold them in position if you can strap sticks to hold
them in place."
     Mick agrees and finds sticks of the right size. He ties them
in place as she holds the injured Lureek. His face is in agony
but he resists screaming. Once his limbs are secured, Mick
supports his head as Kreth moves beside him. She adjusts her
position until he is able to nurse comfortably. When he stops,
Mick helps him lay down and then accompanies Kreth to lunch.
     For twenty days Mick helps support Lureek as he nurses
several times a day. Because of her producing milk, Kreth's
weight gain slows, but doesn't stop, thanks to Jaleka's food
suggestions. On the twenty first day, after he nurses, Kreth has
Mick remove the bindings. Lureek flexes his arms and smiles. "The
bigger I get," Kreth jokes to Mick after Lureek leaves. "The
faster I can repair injuries like that."
     Mick laughs and they join Jaleka for a feast. They insist
that Kreth eat until she is almost painfully full.   
     A few hours later, as they relax in their tent beside the
ship, Weezete rushes in.
     "The scouts have found a wandering tribe," he gasps for
breath. "He believes they are headed this way."
     Mick thinks for a moment, "Our stun projectors will stop
them from us." He sits in concentration for several minutes. He
looks at Jaleka, "The wandering tribes are a threat to all the
local ones. If I help, these mostly peaceful farmers will not
have to learn the art of war." He turns to Weezete. "Have the
ones I've trained and the scout come to me."
     Weezete nods in understanding and runs back to the village.


<45>
     Mick strokes Jaleka's ponderous belly. "When I heard of the
attacks, I knew this would happen. Tribes with no land of their
own, must constantly raid others."
     She reaches out and pulls him into her blubbery side. "I'll
be waiting," she grins. "And I'll have lots of milk for you." 
     Kreth nudges her fat filled body against his back. "And I'm
going to stuff myself as much as I can so I'll be able to heal
the wounded."
     Mick strokes her soft back. "I hope all we will suffer is
wounded." He goes into the ship. The Kreechens and the scout are
waiting as he emerges. He adjusts his small backpack, "Let's be
on our way." The scout leads them is a quick walk and they
disappear into the woods.
     At nightfall, they have found the marauders and have their
plan of attack worked out. During the first part of the night,
they grab the guards. They then begin with those who are sleeping
on the edge of the group.
     One them awakens and sees what is happening. He gives a
shout of alarm and grabs his crude sword. As the others stumble
half awake, the Kreechens run for the woods. They step past the
traps they have prepared and run through a clearing.
     The marauders give chase, which becomes a moving chaos as
the traps capture several of them. They reach the clearing and
stop as they observe their prey, standing on the other side.
     "Return to your home land," one of the Kreechen shouts to
them.
     The marauders laugh and then charge. Before they have
covered ten feet, Mick jumps from behind the others and fires
stun guns from both hands. The attackers scream as they drop in
agony. When they are all wreathing in pain. Mick addresses them.
"You will return to your home land and never trouble these people
again." He adjusts the guns and fires at a dead tree, it bursts
into flame. He walks back into the woods and the Kreechens follow
him. 
     They hide so they can observe the attackers recover and
leave. Following them back to their camp, Mick listens to the
weak arguments and the final agreement that going home and
farming is better than having their bodies and spirits being
destroyed in flame.
     The former marauders pack their gear and begin their journey
home. Mick asks the scout and one other to follow them. They fill
their packs with supplies from the others and leave. 
     "We've done well," Mick comments as they prepare to sleep.
"Tomorrow we'll return home." They keep one on alert and the
night passes with out incident.
     The next day, they return to the village. Mick stops at the
ship while the others go to tell everyone about their success.
Mick reminds them that none are to know what he did. They agree
and run toward the village as Mick is joined by Jaleka and Kreth.




<46>
     "With all she's been stuffing me with," Kreth jokes. "My
udder is ready to burst." Her grin changes as she sees the pain
in Mick's face.
     Jaleka looks at him with concern. "Did something go wrong?"
She asks.
     Mick shakes his head, "It was the best way to send the
marauders home," he answers. "I just would have preferred that
your tribe mates wouldn't have learned how to fight."
     Jaleka forces a smiles as she looks at Kreth. "How well does
your healing milk work on those who are wounded inside?"
     Kreth catches her idea immediately, "I've got more than
enough to find out."
     Mick finally smiles weakly. "I guess I am wounded." They all
go inside and Jaleka prepares food for her and Kreth as Mick lays
down.
     "Your udder does look like it's very full," he jokes as he
fondles her bloated milk sack.
     She squirms in pleasure, "I hope my milk can heal you.
You've helped my tribe and the others nearby." She watches Jaleka
preparing food. "And gotten me fatter than I though I'd ever be."
     Jaleka laughs, her fleshy body billowing wildly. "And I'm
going to get you as huge as you can dream of," she promises as
she works.
     Mick begins working on one of her nipples with his mouth and
it swells rapidly. He begins to suck and milk gushes from her
tightly swollen udder. He switches to each of her other five
nipples, drinking from the last two while she eats.
     Afterward, he tells them what happened and they convince him
that what he did, was the best choice. Jaleka levitates him onto
her incredibly soft back and he sinks deep into her furry
sponginess. Kreth goes to her room as he sleeps, nestled in
Jaleka's loving flesh.

     The next morning after breakfast, he nurses from Jaleka's
milk swollen breasts. He spends the rest of the morning caressing
her silky fur, floating on her billowing fat and exciting her
flesh and blood engorged love tunnel.
     After the three of them have lunch, Mick examines the cargo
bay and is pleased that most of what the ship carried is
construction equipment. The afternoon and evening is spent
designing a building for them to live in.
     "It's a good thing we have this equipment," Jaleka mumbles
with her mouth full of cake. She swallows it, "because at the
rate I'm filling out." She shifts her ponderous body and her
flesh jiggles for a while. "I don't think I'll be able to get
through the cargo hatch much longer."
     Mick laughs as he studies the computer drawing spread out
before them. "That's why I'm designing it with only one room." He
walks to where they plan to build and paces off the dimensions.
     Jaleka levitates herself to the middle of the outline and
smiles. "And if I get too big for this?" she asks seductively.


<47>
     Mick laughs and jumps against her bloated belly, sinking
deeply into her warm, silky coat. "I designed it wide enough for
Whistler's prize whale cow." He nuzzles deeper into her yielding
tummy. "And if you get fatter than that, I'll have to build a
bigger place."
     His face is buried in her puffy side so that he doesn't see
the wide grin she is unable to suppress. She regains her
composure as he steps back and they spend the rest of the evening
studying the designs and discussing how to proceed with the work.
     In the morning, Mick rolls out a compact tractor and begins
digging a trench for the foundation. Several of the Kreechen join
him. "We helped the last group with their building and will be
glad to help you," one of them explains.
     Mick graciously accepts and the work goes faster than he
could have hoped for. Jaleka and Kreth prepare lunch and supper
for all of them. 
     After they eat, they relax around the fire, discussing the
day's work and what their plans are for tomorrow. 
     "Did you hurt yourself?" Kreth asks as one of them painfully
stretches.
     "I haven't worked that hard in one day and I have a few
muscles that are sore," he explains.
     She smiles as she waddles to him. "Since I'm going to be
living with them, and all my new flesh is because of their food."
She turns sideways, "I offer my milk to heal your sore muscles.
He hesitates before he kneels down to nurse. "My offer is for all
of you." She turns her head and winks at Jaleka, who smiles in
understanding. "I bet you're as sore as they are," she tells Mick
with a laugh.
     Mick laughs, "I can wait until every one else has had their
fill." 
     The first six finish one at a time and the others take their
places at her quivering teats. By the time Mick begins, her long
udder is noticeably deflated but she still has enough for him.
After he finishes, he thanks the workers and they promise to
return at first light.
     "I'll have breakfast ready," Jaleka calls out as they leave.
Mick and Kreth gather the eating utensils and they join Jaleka
inside the ship. 
     They are all tired and Kreth waddles to her room. Jaleka
grins as she levitates Mick onto her cushiony back. "I hope you
don't plan to work this hard every day," she whispers.
     Mick grins and plays with a heavy roll of her fat. "I think
two days of work followed by one of rest," he crawls forward on
her billowing back. He nuzzles her fat neck, reaches around her
puffy shoulders and tries to fondle her monumental breasts. "And
recreation will keep us going."
     Jaleka sighs in contentment. "And after we move in," she
whispers. "I might see how well I can fill out without having to
worry about getting too big for this place."



<48>
     Mick eases back and is quickly asleep. Jaleka meditates for
a while. When she does sleep, she dreams of endless feast and
Kreth getting as fat as she is now, while her humongous obesity
puts the whale cows to shame.

     For many days the work continues. The building framework and
exterior is finished faster than Mick had thought and they begin
working on the interior. Several of the females help make the
inside more cheerful while Mick begins moving some equipment from
the ship.
     When they finish, the entertainment system, food processor,
power unit and a few other devices from the ship are functioning
in one corner. The rest of the room is covered with thick
blankets and the walls are painted in bright, cheerful designs.
     Two days later, they throw a house warming party. When every
one is there, Kreth proudly waddles in. Her udder had grown
because of the workers nursing two of every three days. And now,
it bulges with fat from the last several days of gorging under
Jaleka's guidance. Every one cheers as they realize how much
stronger her magical milk will be. They treat her as they had at
the harvest feast and she eats until she is groaning.
     Finally Weezete calls for every one's attention. "My tribe,"
he begins. "A few moons ago, we faced hardships few thought would
end." He motions toward Kreth. "Our healer was losing her flesh
and we saw no way to restore it." He turns to Mick and Jaleka,
"then our new friends came. They were escaping from others who
meant them wrong." He looks at every one gathered. "We gave them
a home and they," he motions to the gorged Kreth. "Have given
more fat to Kreth than we could have in a year and have made our
enemies our friends." They all cheer for many minutes.
     Mick stands, "We thank you for being our friends and hope we
can help each other for many years." He looks at Jaleka and then
Kreth, "and I know both of our fattening females will continue
expanding until they are more massive than we could have dreamed
of them becoming." The cheering resumes and, after several
minutes, dies out.
     The tribe returns to their village while Mick proceeds to
clear up the remains of the party. Jaleka smiles as she levitates
the stacked plates to the recycler. 
     Kreth begins to stand and then lies down on her side. Her
food bloated abdomen and swollen udder bulging out almost to her
feet. "A few more feasts like that," she gasps. "And my udder
will be touching the ground."
     "And with my gorging as an example for you to follow,"
Jaleka laughs. "Your legs will be engulfed down to your knees."
She settles on her sleeping rugs and Mick begins stroking and
caressing her mammoth belly. 
     "And when do you think you'll finally stop filling out?"
Mick jokes. 




<49>
     Jaleka turns her head and her fleshy jowls jiggle. "I don't
know if I ever will. Of course," she blinks her long lashes. "The
more contented you make me feel..." She smiles as he begins
moving toward her massive rump. 
     He adjusts his waistband and the large head of his growing
shaft pushes out. As he rubs it against her silky soft fur, it
expands even faster. By the time he is standing between the two
fat bloated hills of her rump, it has swollen to an amazing size.
He grins as he steps back and the huge, heavy head moves
downward.
     She swishes her tail to one side. She is so ready that her
vulva is almost dripping with her moisture. ""I know it's getting
so big, you're having trouble controlling it," she whispers
huskily. "So I'm making that part of me move back as my
mountainous rump fattens."
     Mick smiles as he rubs the hot mass over her vertical lips,
nudging them partway open and then backing off. "You also don't
want me to get too big for your hungry mouth." As he finishes
speaking, his head nudges part way in. Before she can answer, he
takes a long step forward. The bloated head collides with her fat
and blood gorged clit and she almost screams in pleasure. He
slowly moves all the way in. Until the swollen end of his hard
rod bumps her cervix. And then steps back until it rubs her plump
clit.
     She groans in indescribable pleasure as he continues for
many minutes. "With encouragement like this," she whispers
between gasps of ecstacy. "I'll get as big as the sum of your
dreams and mine." She groans deeper as he pushes as deep as he
can.
     He feels his balls expand as they prepare to explode. He
pushes his love rod's head against her inner gate. It suddenly
opens and the bloated mass and a few inches of the heavy shaft
forges it's way into her depths. The gates close firmly, yet
comfortably and he feels the first surge beginning. As his
climaxes begin, his urethra bulges as each pulse travels the
length of his massive love shaft. The pulse is stalled for a
moment until her passion gates open wide. He pumps more than a
quart of his liquid love into her womb before his cum sack
finally empties. As he shrinks, her doorway closes tight.
     He almost stumbles around to her side, his cock retreating
into his sheath. She smiles and levitates him onto her expansive
back. He sinks into her softness and quickly falls asleep, with
almost a foot of his satisfied cock remaining out of his sheath.










<50>
     For more than a month, Jaleka and Kreth continue in a food
filled bliss. They both become visually fatter and some of the
villagers visit almost every day. As Kreth's ponderous udder
bloats with fat, she offers her milk to the children who visit.
"Having the children nurse," she explains to the elders, "makes
me that much hungrier." She smiles as her teats begin to stiffen
and one of them unconsciencously licks his lips. "But I have more
milk than they can drink. If you'd like to remember what it was
like," She giggles as two of them go to their knees and begin
sucking from her heavy teats. When she closes her eyes in
pleasure, her other four nipples are quickly pouring milk into
others. Her udder surges and jiggles as they, and the ones who
waited, renew their strength with her magical milk. 
     When the last one stops, her tremendous udder hangs with
it's slackness. "Don't worry about how empty I look," she laughs.
"Before I go to sleep, Jaleka will make sure I'm full of food. By
morning," she takes a few steps and her dangling udder shakes.
"I'll be full and tight with milk."
     The elders thank her and Jaleka. They agree to allow a few
to drink from Kreth each day to encourage her appetite.
     After they leave, Jaleka begins preparing food and Mick
feeds Kreth by hand until she insists she is stuffed to her
limit. He helps her to her sleeping area and rejoins Jaleka.
     "She's filling out better than any of them could have
hoped," he whispers as he fondles the bulge of fat where the last
inch of her upper leg has yet to be engulfed in her monumental
belly. "If it wasn't for the negate gravity," he grins as he
strokes the underside of one of her humongous breasts. "These
would be on the ground."
     Jaleka grins, "And they're going to get a lot bigger now."
She shifts her weight and they billow and roll heavily. 
     Mick moves around and nuzzles his face between both of her
massive milk machines. He mouths his way to one of her fat
nipples and drinks deeply. When he finishes with both, he
massages her bloated abdomen.
     "I hope you like it getting even rounder," Jaleka whispers.
"Because some of it is because of you."
     He cuddles into her silky softness. "All I'm doing is making
you happy and content.."
     "And filled me with so much of your sweet cream," she
whispers, "that it's growing deep in my warm interior."
     Mick steps back and studies her fur covered, massive sphere
of flesh. He smiles and hugs her as well as his arms and her
humongous belly allows. "I wondered why your love gates hadn't
opened for me recently."
     She levitates him onto her flabby body. "If my womb is as
elastic as my tummy, I might let it stay in for a few extra
months." Mick snuggles into her fat swollen, pregnant abdomen and
they drift to sleep. 




<51>
     The fields grow thick with a harvest richer than any can
remember. At the next harvest feast, there are twice as many
baskets and a huge pile of grain, waiting for baskets to be
woven.
     Every one stands and cheers as Kreth levitates herself into
the village clearing. She settles by a table, almost collapsing
from the food piled on it, until her udder rests heavily on
ground.
     Jaleka's enormously pregnant and fat swollen belly spreads
out as she relaxes at her table. Only her huge hooves can be seen
under the swell of her enormous bulging abdomen. When she adjusts
her flab engulfed legs, the entire fur covered surface of her
ponderous body quivers. Her humongous breasts are so huge that
the lower side is resting heavily on the ground.

     Kreth smiles as the tribe members prepare to feed her. "You
know that having some of you nurse makes me hungry." She smiles
as several of them suppress their laughter. "So after each of you
feed me, I want to feed you." She opens her mouth and her gorging
and nursing begins.
     Jaleka smiles as Mick nudges her silky soft shoulder. "And
if she doesn't give you enough, I need to find out if I can
produce enough for the big foal growing inside me. With my
ponderously fat bosom resting on the ground, my  plump nipples
are at just the right height."  
     Mick feeds her, occasionally grabbing a few bites for
himself. Most of the tribe drink from her ponderously bloated
jugs. After a few hours, the tribe members become lethargic from
the food and milk from both of them. Weezete asks the tribe
storyteller to entertain them. With the musicians setting the
mood, he tells of the hard times before and after their land was
stolen. Then the music and story becomes lighter as Mick and
Jaleka arrive, finishing with an adlib of this feast.
    As he finishes, the last of the tribe stops nursing from
Kreth. She smiles, "I'm stuffed with as much food as my swollen
belly can hold. And I've been able to produce milk as fast as you
can drink it."
     Jaleka laughs and pats her billowing bosom. "Maybe if I
hadn't had them nurse from me, you'd be dry as a desert." They
all laugh at this.
     The feast is over and the trio returns to their home. Kreth
lies down on her mat. "It feels funny with my udder not extra
full."
     Jaleka giggles, "When I foal, I'll let you share the nursing
duties." They all laugh and Mick climbs onto her spacious,
bloated with fat and swollen with foal, body. He snuggles deep
into her flesh and they drift into food induced sleep.






<52>
     Almost a month later, A panel light signals there is a
communication transmitted with Mick's codes. "I'll give you a
call on the intercom when I find out who it is." He runs into the
ship and the females wait."
     "It's Groloo," Mick's voice comes over the intercom.
"They're almost in orbit and should be landing in a few hours."
They wait as he talks with Groloo's ship. "I'm going to stay on
the bridge to guide them in," he finally informs them. "And he
says he has a surprise on board."
     Kreth gives a wondering glance. "You told me that Groloo
helped you escape, but what surprise can he be bringing you?"
     Jaleka laughs and her expansive flesh quivers. "He said his
mate was plumping up. But when she sees us, she'll see what
really fat beings look like." She begins preparing a scrumptious
meal for them, while Kreth fixes up their home. 
     They hear the sound of a space craft hissing through the
sky. They go outside and watch the aggressive looking craft land
beside theirs. 
     Mick comes out and waits beside them. The hatch opens and
Groloo comes out. "Mick, Jaleka.." his voice falters as he
realizes how humongous she has become. "I knew she would have
gained some flesh," he finally says with a respectful growl. He
turns, "Rolune, on the way here I joked how full you were
becoming." He laughs with a roar. "I now bend to your desires."
     A extremely well fleshed, female of Groloo's species waddles
out of the ship. She stops and her eyes almost bulge from her
head as her flesh billows gently. "I have seen the holo films of
your contests," she struggles to speak. "As we approached orbit,
I asked what he'd do if I got as big as you." Her voice becoming
stronger as she speaks.
     Jaleka grins and motions with her fat, almost flipper like
arm. "Come inside and we'll do what we can to help you." She
turns and the three females waddle into their home.
     As they pass the doorway, Groloo steps silently beside Mick.
"I've kept my ears open for news of the Trazakans doing anything
suspicious. A few days after you left, there were reports of a
food company losing a ship. This company catered to their ruling
class. I let it be known Jaleka had been onboard." He smiles and
purrs deeply. "Later I learned the company had lost all of their
beings in control and that it was for sale." He smiles at Mick,
"I guess they thought she had been taken somewhere else to be
sold." 
     They both laugh about this, "What did the Drillax government
say about her being kidnapped?"
     Groloo grins, exposing his impressive teeth. "They lodged a
formal protest with the interstellar courts and it looks bad  for
the Trazakans. I think they will be limited to their trade and
all ships will be searched upon landing and before launch."
     Mick's expression changes to one of curiosity. "How many did
you capture?"



<53>
     Groloo quietly roars in amusement as he leads them into the
house. "I'll let Rolune tell you about them." They enter and
watch Jaleka feeding her. 
     Jaleka has prepared bite sized morsels of rich food and
levitates them to Rolune, who gulps them down. 
     As she begins to slow down, Jaleka pauses. "Are you getting
full?"
     Rolune grins, "If I had something to wash it down, I'd be
well filled."
     Kreth grins, "Since you don't have Jaleka's magic stomach,
let's see if my milk can get your belly in condition for some
real weight." She levitates herself until one of her teats is
level with Rolune's mouth.
     Rolune gently takes the bloated nipple in her mouth and
sucks deeply. As she drinks the one section dry and switches to
the next, Kreth offers her other side to Groloo and Mick.
     Mick grins, "Her milk has healing properties. The fatter she
is, the stronger her magic." They both begin drinking and stop
without draining her.
     Rolune continues nursing until she has emptied two other
sections. "My belly should feel ready to explode," she jokes as
she takes a few unsteady steps. "But it only feels well stuffed."
     Kreth grins, "My magical milk is adapting your digestive
system to hold all you ate and drank."
     "If I let the two of you stuff me," Rolune asks. "And I
nurse several times a day. Will my stomach keep growing and get
fatter and fatter?"
     They look at each other and control their laughter. "If
that's a request," Jaleka replies with a devious grin. "We'll
feed you as many times a day as you want, and once in the middle
of the night."
     Groloo grins as he fakes his shock about their promise. "If
you get too fat," he warns Rolune. "You might not be able to get
on board the ship."
     Rolune grins, "It's going to take a long time before my body
fills out that much. Although," she takes a few steps and her 
heavily bloated belly rolls with the motion. "I may need the
levitation spell in a few months."
     Groloo smiles as he rubs his body against her fat and food
expanded one. "Mick asked about the Trazakans and I said you'd
tell what happened to them." He chuckles and growls as she
smiles.
     Rolune begins, "Groloo got them in a conversation about the
contest and several of our friends convinced them to come to our
compound. He told them that he had some one in training for the
next contest and wanted their advice." She carefully lays down on
a pile of rugs. "When an inhabitant of the planet you're on asks
something, you generally should oblige them." She grins and
relaxes. "When they came into the courtyard, I closed the gates
and Groloo told them what he knew of their kidnapping Jaleka and
their plans for her."


<54>
     Groloo laughs, "You should have heard the offers they made.
The best one was to bring Jaleka and prepare a feast for us." He
grins, "The expression on their faces when we told them they will
be invited for dinner, as soon as Rolune gets them in condition."
     Rolune grins, "We put them in our guest quarters and sealed
the doors. I was surprised how quickly they accepted what I
intended to do. I knew they might be planning something, but also
that they'd cut each other's throat to live a few days longer. I
weighed each of them and told them to eat as much as they could.
I told them the one who gains the least will be the first invited
to dinner." She laughs and her belly jiggles. "We almost laughed
when they rushed to the food processors and began eating like
they wouldn't stop until they couldn't move. They began gaining
flesh rapidly and I waited until the lightest of them looked
delicious."
     She runs her tongue over her sharp teeth. "I gorged on each
one and waited as long as I could before I had the next one. "By
the time I was ready for the last one to meet my stomach, he was
twice his starting weight." She grins, "A lot of my soft flesh is
a gift from your former captors."
     Jaleka laughs and her velvety fur rolls on her massive body.
"They started fattening me, and then they fattened you." She
smiles, "I can't think of a more fitting punishment."
     Rolune grins, "I stuffed their bellies, and then all of them
stuffed mine." She closes her eyes and relaxes. "And now you're
stuffing me," she whispers as her gorged condition puts her to
sleep.

     The next morning, Groloo wakes and observes that Rolune is
already being fed. "I hope I can handle how big she gets," he
jokes.
     Mick joins him for their breakfast. "I don't think you have
anything to worry about. Your true love for each other makes this
almost a game."
     Jaleka grins, "And I'm carrying the prize of our game." She
returns to feeding Rolune and stuffing herself.
     Groloo looks at Mick in curiosity and he smiles. "I guess
she's going to make me say that she's carrying our foal." He
continues as Groloo and Rolune stare in surprise. "The Trazakans
adapted me and she's planning to carry the foal a long time."
     The eyes now shift to Jaleka. "You know how well I can
control my digestive system." She grins, "When I knew I was in
foal, I found out I can also control my womb." She levitates a
large slice of sweet bread to Rolune and she eats it out of
reflex.
     It takes a few minutes for their surprise to sink in, then
Groloo pounces on Mick. "I knew there was something different
about her."





<55>
     Rolune stops eating. "So when do you think you're going to
foal?"
     Jaleka pats her rolling belly. "I'm going to keep her inside
until we're good and ready." She grins, "I'll be due in another
month or so, but I might wait a year or more."
     Rolune smiles as Kreth levitates toward her. "By the time we
leave, I'm going to look pregnant." She opens her mouth and sucks
strongly from Kreth's swollen udder.
     Kreth smiles as Rolune begins to slow on her fourth nipple.
"Let's see you handle five of mine by tonight."
     Rolune increases her sucking and drains that section and
begins on the next. 
     Jaleka floats over and bumps her monumental belly against
Rolune. "Just keep drinking and eating," she encourages her. "And
maybe you'll get as fat as I am now."
     Rolune sucks with renewed vigor and manages to drink Kreth's
fifth section dry. As Kreth moves her other nipple in front of
her, Rolune steps back. "Jaleka has stuffed me and you have
pumped more milk into me than ever before." She carefully lowers
her bloated belly onto a mat and lays down on her side. "But
before we leave, I'm going to be thirsty when your udder is so
empty the sides can touch."
     Kreth grins, "If you can give my udder that much exercise.
It'll expand so much after you leave, that my feet might be off
the ground."
     Rolune responds with a long burp and drifts to sleep. Jaleka
prepares food for herself and Kreth and the two of them gorge
until they are as full as Rolune and join her in sleep.
     Groloo shows Mick his ship. "I'm filing permission to set a
research station on this planet," he comments as Mick studies the
engines. "Then I'll be in control of who can land here."
     Mick continues his observations, "How long do you think it
will take?"
     He growls slightly. "We should be back before the next
Harvest Feast." He smiles as Mick turns in surprise. "I've done
enough for my race and they will be glad to give me the station
as a place to retire. I'm not old enough for normal retirement,
but the rulers are trying to get the warriors out of the public's
view." He glances toward the hatch. "I just hope she can control
her appetite until we get back."
     Mick throws his arm over Groloo's muscular shoulders. "If
she gets too big for this ship, give me a call." He grins as
Groloo looks at him in wonder. "I've got the ship refueled and
the engines are in top shape."
     Groloo gives a toothy grin. "If your ship shows up at any
space port, you'll have to explain where you've been." He starts
through the hatch. "A cargo ship  will bring supplies for the
station and the hatch will be big enough for Jaleka." They tour
the rest of the ship, before returning to the females.




<56>
     For almost a month, Jaleka and Kreth continue to feed Rolune
to her limits. Her body swells with flesh and she enjoys waddling
and watching her silky fur billow on her fat. A few days before
they leave, she waddles over to Groloo with a wide, confident
smile. "I think I'm passed the point of no return." She turns as
quickly as her hefty belly will allow and slaps him with her
tail.
     He grabs her tail with a quick motion of his paw. He nuzzles
it from her plushy rump to it's round tip. "You're tail is
getting fat," he exclaims in surprise.
     She smiles, "I should explain to the rest of you," she
begins while he continues fondling her soft tail. "Our race
accepts it if some one decides to get fat. There is actually a
elite organization for those who have gained weight so fast that
the body stores fat in the tail." She shudders in excitement as
Groloo works his way along her velvety flank. "It's also means
that I can get as fat as I want to and my body will adapt as I
blimp out."
     As Groloo begins nuzzling her back, Mick grins to Jaleka. "I
think the three of us should see what's happening outside." They
quietly leave the two excited Rrrowlings to themselves.
     They relax, watching the stream flow gently in the valley.
"What do you think of Lureek?" Mick asks Kreth.
     She grins and indicates she knows they are being watched.
"He's shown a lot of interest with my getting fatter. If it
wasn't that he hasn't expressed interest in me," she almost
laughs. "I'd think we'd be linked by now."
     They continue watching the river, all knowing that Lureek is
squirming in the nearby brush, not sure what to do next.

     Groloo nuzzles her soft shoulder. "You really intend to
become immense?" He whispers after the others leave.
     Rolune smiles and rolls onto her wide back. "Just imagine
how much fun you'll have as my belly gets bigger and softer." She
wiggles and her mammoth tummy almost sloshes as his eyes bulge
out. 
     "In a few more months," he whispers as he rubs himself
against her silky fur. "I'll have to put the negate gravity spell
on you."
     She turns her head and smiles, "You look like it might help
you."
     Groloo grins as he flexes his hard, heavy cock and it thumps
against his abdomen. "I think you'd rather support it when it's
this heavy." He moves slowly as his balls fill with cum.
     She smiles in anticipation as he stands over her tail. "What
are you going to think when my tail is bigger than that big rod
of yours?"






<57>
     He smiles as he bumps the bloated head against her neither
lips. "I'll be thinking that you're fatter than I ever thought
you could get." His hot shaft pushes her vulva open and he slowly
moves it's hard length into her moist softness. "And that you're
gaining weight every day." He bottoms out and begins long, slow
strokes within her love tunnel.
     She quickly is groaning and wiggling in ecstacy, her
jiggling flesh brings him to the brink and his cum sack squeezes
as he collapses into her quivering fur. For several minutes they
remain locked in a sensual embrace.
     Finally they separate and join the others. "This place does
make me feel at peace," Groloo comments as he scans the valley.
"I'm looking forward to living here."
     Mick looks at him for a moment. "We'll be glad when you
return, but I think our home will be too small for three massive
mamas."
     Groloo roars with laughter. "I've already made a list of
supplies I'll need. I've ordered a standard building that's more
than twice the dimensions of yours for us, and I can easily order
a larger one for Jaleka and you."
     Kreth grins, "If that means this one is mine, I've got a lot
of fattening to do." They all laugh at this and talk of what
items Groloo should bring to make their females happy and
content.

    On the morning of their departure, Jaleka and Kreth take
special care in pushing as much food and milk in Rolune as she
can hold. 
     She grins as she sucks the final section of Kreth's immense
udder dry. "I told you I'd be able to do that before we left."
she whispers with a groan. "Although my belly is fuller than
ever."
     Kreth smiles and pats Rolune's incredibly round abdomen.
"And we expect to see a lot more of you when you return."
     Groloo interrupts them. "I hate to break up the party," he
apologizes. "But we have to break orbit before the flight window
closes."
     Rolune forces herself up. "I hope I can walk that far," she
jokes.
     Mick steps to her side. "I'm sure we can help." Groloo
smiles as he balances her other side and they assist her into the
ship. After a few minutes, Mick comes out and stands beside them
as Groloo's ship lifts off and heads back into space. 
     As they return to their home, Mick pauses. "I asked Weezete
to have the villagers give us time alone while they were here. I
better tell him they're gone and what Groloo said about his
moving here." He walks quickly toward the village as the females
enter and begin a morning snack.





<58>
     Mick arrives at the village and Weezete greets him. "I hope
your friends are well," he comments as they enter his hut.
     For almost an hour, Mick tells him about their visitors and
their plans to return.
     Weezete frowns slightly, "I am glad friends of yours are to
be given control of others exploring our planet."
     Mick looks at him for a moment. "But there's something else
on your mind."
     Weezete nods, "With only you and Jaleka as a couple, it
didn't bother Kreth too often." He frowns. "But with another
couple to remind her."
     Mick grins, "I think there's one of your tribe that is
interested in her."
     Weezete looks at him in surprise. "I had no idea. Who is he
and why haven't I been told?"
     Mick laughs, "I think he's afraid to admit it to himself.
We've seen him watching her when she's outside. He's remained
well hidden, but he keeps using the same places to watch from."
     Weezete grins, "So what are we going to do about it?  If he
doesn't want to admit it to himself?"
     Mick stands and smiles, "I think I'll go ask him a few
questions about Kreechen females." He goes outside and finds
Lureek working on a plow.
     "I saw your visitors leave this morning," he comments
nervously as Mick approaches.
     Mick smiles and sits down on a stump. "Actually, I'd like to
ask you a few questions about the females of your tribe."
     Lureek was starting to sit down and almost falls as Mick
speaks. "How did you know?" he stutters. "I always remained out
of sight and.."
     Mick smiles and stops his rambling. "Don't worry about your
stealth skills failing. Your mistake was watching from the same
few hiding spots." He adjusts his position, "Now to how you feel
about her."
     Lureek closes his eyes. "I always found her attractive.
Before she began gaining weight, we often talked and I did my
best to get extra food to her when our supplies ran low. When you
arrived, I was overjoyed that she would get fat." He opens his
eyes and Mick can see the sincerity in them. "I just don't know
how to tell her."
     Mick smiles as he stands and helps Lureek to his feet. "Come
up and have lunch with us."
     As they enter, Jaleka has the tables filled and Kreth is
munching on a fruit. "I'm glad to see we have company," Jaleka
comments as she settles in front of the table.
     Kreth grins, "We've been fattening Rolune since she
arrived." She pats the table beside her and Lureek cautiously
moves beside her. "So now it's our turn to be fed."





<59>
     As they begin eating, Lureek can't believe he is feeding
her. As they continue, he gives into his and her desires and
begins holding food in front of her as she chews and gulps
everything he offers.
     Finally she refuses, "I can't eat another bite," she
giggles. "Unless you lessen the pressure inside me."
     He stares at her in shock, which changes to lust. He smiles,
drops to the floor, clamps his lips around one of her swollen
nipples and drinks for many minutes from her full udder. After he
finishes, he feeds her a large desert.
     Once full, she pulls him into her spongy flesh. "And you
spent all that time watching me fill out," she whispers. "When
you could have been enjoying my softness."
     He leans into her bloated body and relaxes to her breathing.
She drifts to sleep and he joins her. 

     Lureek quickly adjusts to his new, (and extremely pleasant)
duties.
     For many months, into and through the growing season, Kreth
gains flesh and the healing properties of her milk improve. By
the middle of the growing season, her milk makes minor injuries
heal over night and broken limbs are strong as new within a week.
     She still nurses the young ones and they achieve adult size
rapidly. The tribe has always controlled their size and continues
to do so, even with the fields promising to produce more than
last year.
     Two months before the harvest, Weezete and several of the
elders meet with the foursome. "None of us could be more
pleased," Weezete begins. "What you have taught us has more than
doubled our crops. We've told the nearby tribes and their fields
are also rich with food." He smiles as he looks toward Kreth.
"And our healer is as heavy as any in our legends."
     Kreth grins and pulls Lureek into her jiggling softness.
"And he can tell you that I'm going to gain a lot more before he
is satisfied." Lureek drops down behind her, but not before every
one can see his embarrassment.
     Weezete smiles at Jaleka, "And are you becoming satisfied?"
he jokes.
     She laugh, causing her bloated massiveness to surge and
billow. "I'm satisfied when ever I'm full." She gives a sly wink.
"But every time I'm full, I gain more fat and my tummy seem to
hold a little bit more."
     The elders laugh. "For the help you've given us," one of the
gasps, "you can keep growing until you touch all four walls and
we have to tear this place down."
     Mick fakes a look of shock. "When Groloo and Rolune return,
they promised to bring a larger house for them and an even more
expansive one for us."





<60>
     Weezete smiles at Kreth, "Then you'll have plenty of room to
fill out."
     For a few hours, they discuss if, and how much to allow the
tribe to increase. They finally decide that, since none have died
from injuries, to keep the birth rate the same.
     Before they leave, Kreth offers her milk to them. "I know
that my milk is helping every one stay in good health," she jokes
as they begin drinking. "And the more my ponderous udder is
nursed from, the better my appetite is and the bigger I'll get." 
     When the last of them is full, they thank her and leave. "If
you want more each day to drink your rich nectar," Weezete asks
as he stops at the door, "just tell me. I'm sure we can find
enough volunteers." He laughs and leaves.
     Lureek begins preparing their evening meal. "Since you said
it's up to me to decide how much you're going to gain." He smiles
and carries several heavily ladened platters to her table. "I'm
going to stuff you until all you want to do is sleep."
     She takes a large piece of sweetened bread. "There's
something else I want you to do before I go to sleep." She stuffs
it in her mouth and gorges on the treats he hands her.
     Jaleka looks at Mick and smiles. "We can take a chance of
her catching up with me." 
     Mick quickly walks to the food processor and begins entering
codes. "It's a good think we told Groloo to bring a few extra
processors," he jokes as he begins feeding her.
     The males continue feeding their females for more than an
hour. Kreth gives up first and floats to her area. Lureek smiles
as he pulls the curtains around them.
     Jaleka gulps her food with renewed vigor as excited
breathing comes from behind the curtains. She forces down a final
bite as Mick nurses from her overly ponderous bosom. "It's a good
thing I'm modifying my growth," she jokes as he allows his heavy
rod to escape before it bursts from his pants. "Or that hefty
shaft of yours would need a negate gravity spell."
     Mick smiles as he pushes his growing hard flesh against her
immensely soft breast. "I know you'd rather feel it's weight
bouncing inside you, than have it floating around." He moves
along her fat bloated side. "Your legs are disappearing into your
ponderously expanded belly." He pushes the huge head of his cock
into the indescribably softness of her mountainous rump. 
     Jaleka laughs and her bounteous blubber bounces against his
iron hard cock. "My fat's engulfing more than just my legs." She
shifts herself and her humongous rump surges as his huge, stiff
rod begins moving toward her wet lips. "Our foal has been in me
for several extra months and I've got so much belly, you can't
even tell I'm pregnant."
     Mick teasingly moves his hot head against her puffy lips.
"Are you sure it's not just an accumulating of all the hot cream
I've pumped into you." 




<61>
     She squirms in excitement as her vulva opens and his pulsing
head forces it's way in. "Ahhh, when you do that," she gasps as
he plays with her obese clit with the flare of his huge head. "I
just want to eat until I can't swallow another bite." She groans
and moves, her blubber billowing around his massive love rod.
"And get fatter and fatter, until what you're playing with is so
fat you'll have to force your way past it. Ahh," she continues to
moan in ecstacy as he works his way deeper.
     "If it gets that fat," Mick gasps, "you'll want to start
eating as soon as I nudge your entrance and not stop until I'm
out."
     "MMMM, What's so bad about that?" She whispers, "I want to
get huge as, Ahhh," she loses herself in a long violent orgasm.
     Mick continue to move in as deep as he can and then slowly
pull back until the edge of his cock head is stopped by her cunt
muscles. He grabs her bouncing hips, sinking his arms deep into
her furry sponginess as he climaxes. His urethra bulges almost
painfully as his juices pulse from his tight balls and gush into
her warm, moist interior.
     When he's drained, he remains snug between her massive rump
and his exhausted cock slowly retracts into it's large sheath. He
steps back and she levitates him onto her expansive back. There
is only deep, tired breathing heard for several hours.

     The day before the next Harvest Feast, Jaleka and Kreth
prepare large amounts of pastries and candies. They each eat as
they fill baskets with the delicacies.
     Mick and Lureek are helping several of the villagers set up
tables outside their home. "I can't believe," Lureek jokes. "That
last year I was too nervous to nurse from her."
     Mick slaps him on the back. "And now you have her milk
several times a day."
     The others ignore the unsaid obvious as they complete
preparing the clearing for tomorrow's feast.

     Shortly before dawn, Kreth wakes. She had wanted to and
wakes Lureek. "Are you ready to get my appetite excited?"
     He smiles and nuzzles her incredibly swollen udder. "As soon
as I have something to get me going." He licks one of her teats
and it virtually springs to full erectness. He clamps his lips on
the round, plump tube and begins sucking.
     She smiles and concentrates, her milk gushes through her big
teat. Lureek does his best to handle it and his cheeks bloat with
each surge. She stops pushing and he stands with white droplets
on his face.
     "Now it's my turns to pump white richness into you." He
laughs as he caresses her billowing back.
     "I hope my milk is making your cum sack ready to burst," she
giggles.




<62>
     Her flesh is quivering as he mounts her ponderously plump
rump. His cock has been rock hard and ready since she started
pumping milk into him. The round slab of his pulsing cock head
pushes against the round opening of her hot tunnel. He steadily
increases pressure until her quad lips open in a spasm. His long
hard shaft plunges deep until the surging head hits her limits,
at the same time his bloated bag is cushioned by her plump rump.
     With strokes that almost pulls her griping lips inside out,
she keeps the huge slab of a head inside and actually begins each
stroke by using muscles, common only to their species, to pull
his love rod in.
     After a few minutes, His cum sack swells to it's limit, and
then the area where his testicles emerge begins to distend. The
entire area around the base of his cock expands as his inner
reservoir fills until it can't hold any more and the pressure
builds.
     Kreth is moaning and squirming in excitement. She locks her
muscles tight and pulls him in until the juice swollen area is
tight against her firm, fleshy muscles.
     Lureek gasps in uncontrolled ecstacy as his internal
pressure reaches past his limits and his cock forces her muscles
to open more as it expands. His hot cream pumps into her under
such pressure that her muscles are the only thing keeping him
from being propelled out of her. He can feel his gushing cock
drowning in his own fluids. Finally his vast amount of cum is
sloshing inside her.
     As his cock begins to shrink, it triggers her deep inner
muscles to suck the fertile lake from her storage uterus into her
true womb. As it floods over her second clitoris, her entire body
quivers with incredible exhilaration and he grips her billowing
fat in extended enjoyment. As the last of his liquid gift pours
over it, she bounces and her milk bloated udder sloshes
violently.
     Lureek is smiling as he caresses her extra well fleshed
abdomen. "I hope that makes you hungry," he jokes.
     Kreth grins as she floats off the rugs. "I hope I can
control myself until then," she giggles.
     As he pulls back their curtains, they see that Mick and
Jaleka are already outside. They hear the villagers approaching.
     Jaleka grins from her table piled high with foods and
motions toward the other similarly prepared table. "Now that our
males have peaked our appetites." She turns and Mick begins
feeding her.
     Kreth sets down before her table, her ponderously swollen
udder surges with gallons of magical milk.  "I'm hungry enough to
have everything here poured into me and then ask for desert."







<63>
     Lureek smiles and begins feeding her. As the feast proceeds,
the villagers take turns stuffing her and Jaleka to their limits
and enough to stretch their incredibly huge digestive systems.
Her abdomen and udder completely engulfs her legs so that her
feet can only be seen by one who is nursing. There is nothing to
drink except their milk and the villagers consider it a challenge
to try and drink them dry.
     Jaleka laughs as some one mentions seeing Kreth's feet as he
drinks. "My hooves have been covered by massive amounts of fat
for months." She shifts her enormity and her ponderously spongy
breasts mash their softness into the faces of the two nursing
from them.
     The musicians and the story teller take turns entertaining
those gathered for the feast.
     Shortly past sundown, Weezete calls for a final cheer,
"Kreth has filled out with more fat than in any legend and our
story teller is writing one about her, Jaleka and their males.
The two of them have eaten more than all of us combined and we
have failed to drink them dry." He pauses until the laughter
subsides. "Our harvest is great and we have much to share with
other tribes." He turns to the four and lowers himself to the
ground in gratitude. 
     Lureek responds and Mick bows in response. Mick grins, "We
again thank you for accepting us into your tribe." 
     Weezete smiles, "We thank you for making Kreth a legend
among healers." He turns and leads the others to their homes.
     Jaleka and Kreth float into their home and the males follow.
Lureek pulls the curtains around him and Kreth.
     Mick massages Jaleka surging abdomen. "I think she's feeling
how stuffed you are," he whispers. He watches her mammoth belly
bounce and jiggle with the foal's motions.
     Jaleka smiles and closes her eyes. "I'd love to feel you in
me too, but they stuffed so much into me that I just don't have
room."
     Mick undresses and nuzzles her huge, bloated belly. "Are you
too stuffed for me to sleep on you?" He jokes.
     She levitates him and gently lowers him into her vast, soft
back. "I'll never be that full," she whispers as she falls into a
deep, food enhanced sleep.
     Mick relaxes, gently feeling her magnificent softness. "I
don't know how much you're hoping to gain," he thinks to himself.
"But I'm going to love every pound." He drifts into a wonderful
sleep.










<64>
     Several days into the planting season, the communication
light flashes. Mick rolls off Jaleka's wide, ponderous back. "It
could be Groloo," he calls as he heads into the ship.
     Several minutes later, he returns. "They've studied the
survey maps and think an area nearer the river will be best." 
     Lureek looks down hill, "How are we going to move our
house?" He turns and looks toward the fields. "The tribe is
working on planting the fields and they'll be busy until the
harvest."
     Mick smiles, "I'm certain he's made plans for that." He
looks into the sky, scanning as a quiet whistling is noticed. For
a few minutes, nothing is seen. Finally a small flicker of light
draws their attention. The silver spark grows in size, until
Groloo's ship is hovering over the place he launched from almost
a year ago.
     The ship lands softly and the door open seconds afterward.
"Mick, Jaleka," Groloo roars as he jogs out. He bumps Mick and
rubs against Jaleka's massive belly in greeting. "Where your
cub?" He asks as he looks around.
     Jaleka laughs, her fur appearing to float on her sloshing
fat. "You just greeted her," she jokes.
     Groloo jumps back in shock and studies her bloated abdomen.
"You mean you're carrying a second one..." He looks into her
laughing eyes. "You're still carrying the same one!"
     She smiles, "She's going to be a big healthy baby when I
finally let her out." She looks toward his ship. "Where's
Rolune?"
     Groloo roars in amusement. "She's onboard the cargo ship.
Before we left the planet, there was no way she'd get through
that hatch." He pulls a map out of his pouch and spreads it on
the table. They all gather round as he indicates a small area
above the flood plain. "We won't have to cut down too many
trees," he begins. He spreads out a map showing only the area of
interest. "I've marked where our houses can be built," he grins
at Kreth and Lureek. "We'll build ours first and then move yours.
Then we'll put an awning so that the area between them can be
covered when it rains."
     For many minutes, every one studies the layout. "I think
you've done a great job," Mick finally comments. He looks at
Lureek. "Why don't we go check it out and see what has to be
cleared for the cargo ship to land?"
     Groloo turns and bounds down the hillside. Mick follows in a
steady jog while Lureek walks after them.
     Once at the site, they begin marking the landing site. As
Mick begins cutting a few trees down, Groloo and Lureek pound
stakes to show where their homes are to be built.
     Several hours later, Jaleka and Kreth arrive. A large amount
of food is on Jaleka's back and she levitates it onto a tarp
Kreth has brought. "We figured it would be best to bring supper
to you, than have you come up and then back down."



<65>
     Groloo stretches his tired muscles. "We got the trees cut
and sectioned. Another few time units and it'll be cleared enough
for the cargo ship to land in the morning."
     Kreth grins, "I think the workers need some of my healing
milk to keep them going." She glances at Lureek, who was almost
starting on one of her swollen teats.
     Groloo growls in anticipation. "This should give me strength
enough to get this work done." He grins as he realizes he is the
only one not sucking magical milk and dives at her massively
swollen udder. For many minutes, all that is heard is the males
hungrily nursing and the females eating. 
     After their thirsts are satisfied, they begin eating the
feast. Mick finishes first and feeds Jaleka while the others
finish their meal.
     Groloo stands and growls. "We've only another time unit
before the sun sets." He jumps toward the felled trees and begins
rolling a log section away.
     Mick joins him with a smile. "The big moon will crest the
horizon soon and we'll have enough light to finish. Lureek joins
them and they work into the night. 
     When they finish, they trudge up to their home and ships.
Groloo smiles before entering his. "I'll call Rolune and have her
tell the crew to land at first light."
     Mick grins, "She really couldn't get through this hatch." He
clicks his tongue. "And with Jaleka and Kreth as examples..."
     Groloo yawns, or silently roars. "She'll be the heaviest
Rrrowling ever."
     Mick slips  up beside him and whispers. "Do you think the
three of us can control the heaviest females of three different
species?"
     Groloo nudges him, almost knocking him down. "We never had
control of them to start with," he whispers. "We knew they were
going to be billowing monuments of gluttony and couldn't resist
what they offered." He goes into his ship while Mick returns to
Jaleka.
     He sheds his clothes and she levitates him onto her cushiony
back. Within seconds, he is deeply asleep.

     Shortly before dawn, Mick wakes and goes outside. Looking
toward the new clearing, he sees Groloo already there. Before he
can get there, the cargo ship, approaches and prepares to land.
He stands by Groloo as it carefully settles, filling more than
half of the clearing. 
     The cargo hatch lowers, forming a ramp to the interior.
Rolune slowly waddles down it, smiling widely as she sees the
surprise on Mick's face. "Kreth's milk did more than I could have
hoped," she exclaims as she reaches the ground and stops. 
     Groloo rubs his length against her billowing form. "And
she's been telling me how she wants to surprise them."




<66>
     Mick glances up hill and smiles, "I think they already
know," he comments as he sees them silhouetted against the clear
sky.
     He turns as a tracked vehicle rolls out, pulling a trailer
of building materials. "Let's save surprises until we get our
stuff unloaded," Groloo insists. "There's gear for two other
places and the captain wants to leave as soon as possible." He
directs the driver where to leave the materials for the two
buildings and Rolune takes care of directing the equipment and
their personal items.
     In four time units, Everything is unloaded and they bid safe
voyage to the crew. The ship quietly lifts off and disappears
into the sky.
     The others had joined them, but choose it would be best to
watch. 
     "Rolune," Jaleka finally exclaims. "It looks like you've
filled out some."
     She smiles as she waddles toward them. "Filled out and
down," she jokes as her sagging abdomen brushes the grass. "I've
already had a negate gravity spell and I'm going to need
levitation soon." She frowns at Groloo as she finishes speaking.
     He grins back. "I told her not until we got here." He steps
beside her, nudging himself deep into her billowing fur.
     Mick explains to Lureek and Kreth, this is how they invoke
abilities.
     Kreth smiles. "I think she looks thirsty." She floats in
front of Rolune who grabs one of her swollen teats with her
strong lips. They both smile as Kreth's milk gushes in to Rolune.
     Four sections are drained dry before Groloo steps back.
"Don't I get any?" he jokes.
     Kreth grins as she positions herself so that both of them
are able to suck her last two sections dry.
     "Now that the two of you aren't thirsty," Mick jokes.
"Shouldn't we get started on one of the buildings. The weather
system on my ship is predicting some heavy rain in a week."
     Groloo stands proud, his thick, silky mane blowing in the
gentle breeze. "If no one objects," He roars with laughter as
every one stands at attention. He quickly organizes the work
load. Jaleka and Kreth, experienced with their levitation
abilities, move building materials into more organized stacks.
Rolune improves her ability by sorting the equipment so it can be
covered if needed. Lureek and Mick return to their house and
prepare lunch.
     While they eat, Mick suggests that they bring Groloo's ship
down. He agrees, "We'll get the gear for the pad moved by supper
and I'll fly her down before sunset."
     Several of the villagers visit them during the day and make
a few trips to carry rugs and tables from their house.
     After supper, Groloo brings his ship down and Mick uses
several tarps to form a make shift area for them to sleep under.



<67>
     For almost a week, they work steadily on the first building.
They move the food processor out of Groloo's ship so the females
can use it. When the walls and roof are up, Groloo and Mick begin
on the larger one, while Lureek and the females move everything
inside and work on the interior.
     The walls of the larger one are up and the roof started,
when the first rain begins. Mick frowns as he watches the first
drops fall. "Do we stop now, or continue as long as we can?" 
     Groloo grins, "It's a warm rain. We  can finish the roof in
two days."
     Mick laughs as he adjusts a roof beam. "And I'm sure Jaleka
and Rolune will appreciate it." They laugh and joke wile the rain
soaks them.
     By late the next day, they finish installing the roof beams
and begin with the sheating. It takes them another two days and
then one more to seal it from the weather.
     The first building has been completely finished while they
were working outside. As the doors close to the inclement
weather, Mick collapses against Jaleka's mountainous belly.
"We'll pour the floor tomorrow," he whispers.
     Jaleka looks at the exhausted Groloo, resting against
Rolune's bloated abdomen. "I think the two of you deserve several
days of rest and our loving care."
     Groloo nuzzles his face deep into Rolune's soft fur. "She's
right. We have everything under cover, this house is finished."
He buries his face into her blubber.
     Jaleka floats Mick onto her incredibly plump back. "And we
won't let you argue with us."
     For the next several days, the rain continues and the rest
and relaxation is enforced.
     Finally, the rain stops and they pour the floor of the large
house. As the floor dries, they begin disassembling the house on
the bluff and storing it in Mick's ship.
     When they finish, Mick flies it down to the landing pad
they've prepared. "Now all we have to do is get this set up and
we'll be finished."
     They unload the ship and work on assembling the house.
Jaleka, Kreth and Rolune, move materials as asked and work on the
interior of the largest house.
     Finally, the house is rebuilt and each couple is moved in.
They begin preparing a feast and invite the villagers.
     The tables are piled with so much food that Mick braces a
couple of them. Weezete greets Groloo, "We are grateful that
friends of Mick and Jaleka have be chosen as guardians of our
planet." He smiles at Rolune, "Now our story teller has three
females of wondrous size to put into stories."
     Groloo growls in happiness. "As long as the three of them
don't become so fat that this planet gets off balanced."





<68>
     Every one laughs at this and the villagers begin feeding the
females. Rolune is the first one to give up. "They got more
practice with being stuffed by a whole village," she groans. "But
I plan to last longer at the harvest feast."
     Kreth gives up next, "Even with every one nursing from me."
She floats up and the slackness of her udder is easily observed.
     Every one is taking turns feeding her when Jaleka finally
surrenders. "If it wasn't for my big baby," she grins. "I could
hold a lot more."
     The villagers thank them for their help and protection and
then leave.
     The females float into their homes, accompanied by their
males. Rolune carefully lays down on her side, her incredibly
expanded abdomen, rolling to her feet. "I've eaten more than I
even had before."
     Groloo smiles as he strokes her bloated belly, "It's
becoming more flesh to fill you out." He strokes her round hip
and then caresses her fat tail. "And this is going to be bigger
than I ever dreamed." He lays down against her gorged belly and
they drift to sleep.
     Lureek kneels down beside Kreth. He nuzzles her udder and
begins to nurse from what looks like the fullest section.
     She grins, "Are you trying to make me hungry, or seeing how
far you can go?" She jokes. 
     He finishes sucking before he answers. "I know you're too
full to hold me."
     She floats her heavy body against him. "Just ask me that in
the morning." She whispers huskily.

     Jaleka carefully lowers her massively bloated body onto her
sleeping pad. "I was going to wait until just before the harvest
feast to foal." she whispers with a groan.
     Mick climbs onto her spongy back. "Keep her inside as long
as you want," he mumbles into her silky fur. "I know you're using
your pregnancy hormones to make your body grow more."
     She shift her ponderous body, gently rocking him. "Maybe
then I'll tell you a secret."
     He smiles, "Are you carrying more than one foal?" He relaxes
to the gentle rolling of her body and the lullaby of her gorged
digestive system working on her feast.

     For a month, they work on making their compound as homelike
as possible. The females take joy in eating several huge meals a
day and they all continue to expand with fat.
     Groloo fondles Rolune's ponderous belly as she lays on her
side. "The more you fill out," he whispers, "the more amazed I am
that you aren't approaching your limit."
     She grins and her fat tail strokes his thigh. "Am I getting
too much of a big cat for you?"




<69>
     He pushes deep into her spongy tummy. "If you get so fat
that I disappear into your softness," he smiles as he fondles her
satiny, round tail.
     Rolune grins as she starts to rock her massive body. Groloo
roars quietly in excitement as he shoves her onto her wide back.
"You're going to make me work, instead of levitating yourself."
     She laughs and her bloated tummy billows as he watches. "I
want to make sure you're enough of a cat to handle me."
     He grins as his shaft pokes out of his sheath and bumps onto
her overly pudgy belly. "I think this is what you really want to
make sure there's enough of." He moves around and straddles her
fat tail. As he begins to push into her, her tail strokes his
hind legs as he works deep into her inner recesses. 
     Her fat, furry member begins to fondle his growing sack and
the retainer muscles release, allowing it to drop down and begin
filling. His strokes become long and slow. He bottoms out and
tries to force his final inches in, his bloating balls expanding
with cum, bouncing against her cushiony rump. When he pulls back,
his heavy head pushes against her excited fold of sensitive
flesh.
     She groans in unabashed pleasure as he concentrates on
enticing her. "It's no wonder I'm getting so fat so fast," she
gasps. "With you knowing just what pushes me beyond, my appetite
for food is pushed beyond, along with the rest of me."
     Groloo grins and gives an extra special push that has her
howling in ecstacy. "That should make you ready for lunch and
dinner," he growls as if giving an order. He resumes his long
strokes as his cum sack expands and the pressure inside builds.
With a roar of pleasure, he explodes into her, filling her womb
with his liquid love.
     She remains in bliss with him lying on her ponderous tummy.
"If you prepare my lunch," she grins as he fondles her jiggling
fur. "I'll see if I can satisfy my hunger for food." She
levitates up and almost dumps him on the floor.
     "Just for that," he quietly roars, "I'm going to stuff food
into your big stomach until it can't stretch any more." 
     She floats to the table and relaxes on her jiggling belly.
"I can feel your juices sloshing inside," she grins as she picks
up a large piece of meat. "And now I'm going to let you keep your
promise."
     Groloo smiles as he brings another platter loaded with
foods. "I made you feel full a few moments ago." He puts the food
down and holds a large roll in front of her chewing mouth. "And
now I'm going to make the rest of you feel ready to burst."
     Rolune gulps down her mouthful. "Then I'll need a nap to be
ready for supper." She allows him to shove the entire roll in her
mouth and struggles to chew.
     "It's a good thing their harvests are bountiful," he
comments as he adds another platter to the ones on the table.
"Because they'll need it to fill the three of you at the next
feast." 


<70>
     Rolune gulps and it bulges her throat as it slides down. She
continues to open her mouth and he stuffs an incredible amount
and assortment into her. Finally she gives up. "One more
mouthful," she groans. "and I won't be able to eat 'til morning."
     Groloo smiles as he strokes her food bloated belly. "Once
you get a good nap," he whispers in her ear, "you'll be hungry."
He continues massaging her for several minutes after she drifts
to sleep.

      About a month before the harvest feast, Jaleka decides it's
time. "If I keep her in much longer," She tells Mick. "I don't
know if I'll be able to stretch enough."
      Mick grins as he deeply strokes her enormously swollen
abdomen. "What do you want me to do to help?"
      She smiles, "I'm already starting to loosen up everything."
She shifts her position and her entire fur covered surface,
surges. "If you and some one else nurse from me."
      Mick smiles, "Lureek gets more than enough from Kreth," he
jokes as he runs out. Within two minutes he returns with Groloo.
     Groloo smiles as Mick starts nursing. "Rolune will take over
when we're full." He tongues her large nipple to erectness and
begins sucking deeply. 
     Her enormous body continues to bounce and quiver as she
relaxes her muscles and opens her birth canal. "I'm getting
close," she groans.
     Mick steps back, "Let me know when you really need.." He
doesn't finish as Rolune nudges him out of the way. 
     "Make room for some one who can really do some serious
drinking." She growls before she takes Jaleka's hard wet nipple
in her mouth and sucks strongly.
     Jaleka groans and Mick strokes her rolling belly. "Here she
comes," Jaleka yells as the sound of a flood alerts every one.
Tens of gallons of water slosh out of her open vagina.
     Mick stands behind her, ready to help. He touches the fully
haired head and almost jumps away as Jaleka pushes. The entire
head and upper shoulders bulge through her opening. He supports
it and is almost knocked over as the rest of her upright torso is
shoved out.
     "I know I can stretch more!" She screams as the lower
shoulders are jammed inside. After several more strong
contractions, the shoulders slide out. 
     Mick is struggling to support the foal and is grateful when
Kreth assists with her using levitation.
     Her lower abdomen takes several contractions to push out and
the hips and hind legs slide out in a long, less intense one. 
     Mick begins drying her while Kreth levitates her to Jaleka's
ponderous jugs. 






<71>
     Instinctively, she clamps her lips around the firm nipple
and happily sucks warm mother's milk.
     Kreth carefully lowers her to her feet until she is standing
and nursing on her own.
     They name her Luna, because at birth she was almost as tall
as a normal yearling, but as wide as a full grown brood mare. Her
legs were very strong, yet somewhat short when compared to her
wide, deep abdomen. She matured quickly, as if catching up for
the extra time spent in Jaleka's expansive womb.
     "It's a good thing I've been making my shoulders and hips
wider as I've gained weight," Jaleka comments as she watches Luna
practice walking. "Because if I hadn't, she'd still be in me." 
     The next morning, while Luna is nursing from Jaleka's
incredibly obese bosom, Mick begins fondling her massive belly.
He slowly works his way around her mountainously soft hip until
he is caressing her amazingly ponderous rump. "I hope you've
tightened up enough from giving birth," he jokes as he rubs the
huge pulsing head of his cock into her spongy flesh.
     Jaleka giggles, and her billowing flesh excites him toward
his limits of control. "I can either grip your heavy log or open
enough for you to climb in."
     Mick grins as he begins to nuge her vulva. "And how am I
supposed to breath once I'm in?"
     She turns her head, but he is unaware because of her twins
hills of fur covered flesh. "I've been preparing my vacant womb
for you. Groloo told me that some females of his race are able to
expand their bodies and wombs enough to hold a full grown adult.
Since he knew I would be able to do this after Luana was born, he
taught me how to fill my uterous with a fluid that will enable
you to absorb air through your skin. Now," She giggles and her
fur seems to flow on her bounteous flesh, "are you ready for your
entire body to experience what only part of you has been able
to?"




















<72>
     Mick pushes his surging shaft up between her cheeks, until
his hands stroke her fat and blood swollen lips. He gently slips
his fingers in, "I'm not sure you can open enough..." His voice
faulters as his hands begin to gently pull her open. With little
resistance, his hands open her wider and wider. As she easily
stretches more than he would have thought possible, he pauses. He
moves his feet back until his pulsing cockhead bounces within her
incredibly open lips. He adjust his stance, until his head is
almost halfway in. "I hope Groloo taught you well." He takes a
deep breath and then eases his head in, his hands pulling her
open even more as his shoulder begin to forge their way in. He
puts his arms to his sides and uses his feet to push his torso
in. Her cervix is wide open, throbing in readiness as his head
slides comfortably in. As his hands slip past her fat lips, he
uses them to help pull himself further in. His feet leave the
floor as his bloated balls rub against her obese clit. In a
unbelievable jolt of escacy, her entire reproductive system,
sucks him in. He tries to slow himself from her voracious sexual
gulp. However, the only thing his feet grip is her overly excited
clit, and he is swallowed the rest of the way in. 
     For a moment, he fears that he will drown inside his
mountainous lover. But he begins to feel that he is getting air,
just as she told him. Smiling, he begins to roll and bounce
within her prodigious womb. He rubs his, throbing to it's limits,
cock head against the interior of her warm, silky, spongy
uterous. The luscious total embrace of her satiny softness makes
his balls swell painfully tight as he struggle to restrain his
eruption. Finally, he is unable to resist the prodigious amount
within them and expodes within her. 
     For almost an hour, he relaxes and bounces within her. When
he begins to nudge his way out, she opens for him and he slides
out of her as easily as a large part of him always has.

     Within a week, Luna is able to drink her dry and Mick
reduces his drinking to an occasional sip several times a day.
Kreth offers her milk and Luna's belly is often sloshing as she
walks.

     Jaleka increases the size of her meals and snacks to keep up
with the ten's of gallons she produces for Luna. As the Harvest
feast approaches, Luna begins to eat foods and is as intelligent
as a two year old.
     As she switches from nursing to regular food, Jaleka
continues eating what she did while nursing. "Now that I've had a
foal," she explains. "I've shut down my ability to get pregnant.
Now my goal is to get as huge as my dream."
     Mick grins as he caresses her incredibly ponderous abdomen.
"Do I know what your dream is?"
     She opens her mouth wide and forces in a huge roll. "I'll
let you keep guessing," she mumbles while she chews.



<73>
     The day before the feast, the villagers set up tables in the
clearing around their homes. The air is filled with the delicious
smell of food being prepared. Groloo, Mick and Jaleka use the
three food processors to prepare a huge assortment of foods from
each of their planets.
     As the dawn's light hits the hills west of the river basin,
the feast begins. They have invited the two closest tribes and
they join the local members in eating and feeding the three
expanding females. Luna stays beside Jaleka and obeys her orders
that she doesn't have her mother's magical stomach. Her magical
abilities won't become apparent until she matures.
     As the sun passes it's zenith, Rolune finally insists on
taking a rest. "If I let you force any more food into my over
stuffed stomach." She forces a smile as Groloo nuzzles her
heavily packed abdomen. "I won't want to look at food for a
week." She bats her long lashes, "But after a nap, I'll be ready
for more."
     Those around her laugh and Groloo fondles and strokes the
silky fur, stretched by her magnificent belly.
     Before Rolune wakes, Kreth calls an end to nursing from her.
"I haven't felt my udder this empty for a long time," she
exclaims. "But by sundown," she takes a large bite of the cake
held before her, "I'll have it full and ready to be emptied."
     Jaleka forces a laugh, causing her humongously swollen body
to jiggle and roll sluggishly. "They've already drank me dry
once," she exclaims as she pushes her pudgy hands into the
bounteous flesh of her mammoth mammeries. "But they're going to
have to try harder to feed me more than my tummy can handle." She
opens her mouth wide and gulps down handfuls of cut fruits,
sweetened breads and candies.
     Mick smiles as he deeply kneads her humongous abdomen. "I
hope you don't plan to keep eating like this."
     She grins and shifts so that her monstrous belly almost
knocks him over. "Maybe I'll have you rig a way for the food
processor to pour feed into me while I'm asleep."
     Mick continues to massage her enormously expanded body,
wondering if she's really joking.
     The villagers take her challenge seriously and stand waiting
to pour delicacies between her fat, smacking lips. She gulps
pound after pound of fattening and nutritious food down her
expanded throat and into her huge, receptive stomach. She
concentrates on her digestive system working as fast as it can.
Even with this advantage over her feeders, her huge stomach fills
and begins to once more stretch with her enormous feast.
     Rolune wakes and forces a smile, "I think I've got enough
room for some more. Urrp." 
     Kreth groans, "Even with my udder being drank dry. Burp, I'm
going to need a break." Lureek continues to caress her as the
villagers waiting to feed her, take their presents to the now
hungry Rolune.



<74>
     Jaleka smiles as she forces a large, peach-like fruit down
her expansive throat. The ones waiting to feed her, stare in
admiration as it bulges her throat to new dimensions and then
disappears in the spongy flesh above her enormous breasts. "Feed
me as much as you can!" She says defiantly. "I'm going to keep
gulping down all the treats you can push into my hungry mouth
until the large moon rises." She opens her mouth wide and several
gallons of juice is poured into her.
     The members of all three villages work together in an
attempt to push her beyond her limits. They form an organized
line and almost double the rate they have been feeding her.
     Mick concentrates to keep himself from becoming excited as
he listens to her stretching intestines struggle to handle the
massive amounts of food she is allowing to be poured into her.

     The small moon rises shortly before the sun sets. Kreth
wakes and a group of the feeders begin to challenge her digestive
limits. Rolune is almost in a trance as she chews and swallows
each piece put into her mouth.
     The light of the large moon finally crests the ridge and
every one cheers for Jaleka's ability to consume all that she
has. She smiles and levitates the largest peach-like fruit. "I'm
grateful for all the food you've forced into me today." She waits
as they cheer again. "With the pounds of fat I'm gaining right
now," again they yell and she waits. "I'm closer to my dream."
She opens her mouth wide and the fruit bumps her plump lips as
her mouth engulfs it. She tips her head back and the incredible
bulge of it sliding down her throat puts every one in silence. As
the bulge disappears, she tips her head back down and opens her
mouth wide. A soft splash is heard as the fruit descends into her
vat-like stomach. She closes her mouth and slaps her fat,
flipper-like arms against her ponderous breasts.
     The silence is broken by thunderous applause for her
gastronomical performance. Finally, the tribe leaders call an end
to the celebration and the exhausted villagers leave. 
     Rolune groans as she begins to levitate. "If this feast
stretches my belly as much as I think it has." She grins at
Groloo, "I'll be the fattest Rrrowling in a few months."
     Kreth forces a grin as she floats, "I'm already fatter than
any legend and I'm not about to stop."
     Jaleka slowly levitates herself up. Mick smiles as her
amazingly stretched belly sags lower than ever. "You've ate more
today than at any of the contests," He whispers.
     She carefully lowers her humongously expanded abdomen onto
the padded mat he had prepared. "I wanted to see how much I can
hold," she groans quietly. "And I know my dream size is
possible."






<75>
     Mick groans and grabs his swelling pants. "I've kept myself
under control all day," he whispers as he pulls them off. His
incredible cock expanding faster and harder than ever. "I hope
you have room for me," he gasps as it's shiny skin begins to
stretch. "Because watching you swallow those fruits has told it
you'll need it bigger than it was."
     Jaleka actually smiles, "If you want to keep it from growing
too much." She smiles and levitates him. She moves him so that
his shaft, now more than twice the length of a stallion and twice
as thick, is dragged between her soft, unbelievably massive
breasts. She licks every inch of painfully throbbing skin as he
slowly rises. The head, as large as the final fruit she
swallowed, but only the outside yielding to her probing tongue,
reaches her mouth. "After all I've been fed." She jokes as she
wraps her strong, wide tongue around his surging slab of cock
head. "I want my desert that's making your huge cum sack
painfully full."
     "If you wait much longer," Mick groans. "I won't be able to
last very long."
     She opens her mouth wide and slowly works her fleshy lips
around his painfully pulsating cock head. As the massive head
reaches her throat, she groans in anticipation as it forces her
tonsils against the back of her pliable throat. Slowly, inch by
tightly swollen inch, the bulbous doom of his iron like rod,
plows it's way down toward her over worked stomach.
     He almost loses control as he squeezes deeper than he ever
has. For a moment he worries that he'll reach her digestive
juices. "Ahhh, if you keep playing with them," he groans as her
wide, flexible tongue begins lapping his stretched-to-their-
limits balls. 
     She covers them with her saliva and starts to work her lower
lip and jaw around them.
     Mick's eyes open in a combination of terror and awe. "If you
get both of those in your mouth... uunngghhh." He loses himself
in a long groan as she lowers him further and his bloated cum
sack is sucked into her incredible mouth. 
     She closes her lips around the base of his monument of
flesh. As she groans in ecstacy, his love rod is vibrated by her
trying to vocalize her excitement. She begins to suck and his
head swells. It might explode, but her deep gullet, limits it's
expansion. His testes are another subject. They expand until they
fill her incredible mouth.
     "Please, ahhhh." Mick's face is a mixture of extreme ecstacy
and the agony of restraining the inevitable. "If you suck any
more, uurrgh. You'll pull all of me in. oooohh."
     If her mouth wasn't stretched with his larger than ever
cock, her smile would be stretched from ear to ear. She starts
gulping and the muscular waves try to pull his hard and heavy
cock deeper into her gripping gullet.




<76>
     "I can't," he screams as he surrenders to the growing flood
he has kept under control. His urethra expands to it's limit as
the torrent gushes down his throat engulfed cock and pours into
her heavily gorged stomach. He groans and squirms as more than a
gallon of his white hot love juice is rapidly pumped into her
ravenous belly.
     Finally, the final drops splash into her caldron like
stomach and his exhausted shaft begins to retract. She raises him
up and lowers him in front of her ponderous bosom. "Now that I've
had the richest desert I could ever ask for.."
     Mick deeply fondles her warm pliable flesh and sucks almost
violently on her huge nipple. After many minutes, he changes to
her other immense mammary.
     Jaleka squirms in pleasure as he grips and squashes her
silky, fat packed, breast. "How big do you think I'm dreaming of
getting?" She whispers between gasps of pleasure.
     He teases the teat he has finished nursing from and a few
drips of milk appear. "I don't think you can ever get too fat."
He starts to snuggle his body between her spongy hills of breast
flesh. "But I think you've been looking at the brochures on the
whale cows."
     She laughs and her humongous belly and monstrous bosom
surges like the ocean in a rough storm. "Now that you've told me
I can't get too fat." She levitates him onto her rolling jugs and
pulls him deep into her softness. "I'm going to do what I've
dreamed of." She moves him closer until she puts her big lips
over his mouth and forces her large tongue down his throat.
     Mick plays with the underside of her's with his own. Because
of his control over his body, he gulps and her muscular slab of
meat is pulled into his throat. She flexes it around for almost a
minute, before he releases her. "I think I know what you've
dreamed of becoming," he jokes after catching his breath. "But I
still want you to tell me."
     Jaleka laughs and lowers him onto her jiggling back. "I had
Rolune bring every thing about the whale cows she could lay her
paws on." She yawns and smacks her tired lips. "I just hope you
really meant I couldn't get too fat."
     Mick nuzzles into her wonderful softness. Over a foot of his
exhausted cock has remained out of his sheath and he wonders how
much larger it might become as she continues to gorge to her
dream size. "I knew that was your dream," he whispers as he
drifts toward sleep, "after the second harvest feast. "And I hope
I can keep you contented enough to pack on the tons as fast as
you want." He wiggles into her expansive softness and her velvety
fur billows around and almost over him.
     She smiles as the first touch of sleep brushes her. "Each
one of my monumental breasts is going to be bigger than I am
now." They drift into a mutual dream of endless feasts and
fattening for her and an unending supply of cum filling her womb
until it is larger than just before she foaled.



<77>
     For many years, their lives are filled with fattening and
love, both emotional and physical. Luna's abilities develop as
she matures. Her skeleton has become amazingly wide, but only as
tall as an average Drillaxan, her legs have the strength to carry
many times her weight. She has become close to one of the
Kreechen farmers and her magical ability manifests itself in
growing plants. The fields she works in yields more than three
times what the others do.
     Jaleka congratulates her and she replies, "I'm glad my magic
is helping your dream." When she becomes one with Chert, they
build a home in the clearing where Mick and Jaleka had first
lived.

     Kreth is almost a sphere of billowing fat. Her massive udder
weighs more than Jaleka did when she arrived and her teats appear
constantly erect because of her fat filling every cell. 
     Rolune is an amazing mass of silky, fur covered obesity. Her
legs, even her feet were covered by her expansive abdomen long
ago. Her tail is almost a foot in diameter, bloated with spongy
fat and soft creases appear when ever she moves it. When she lays
down, her plump head rests on her flesh swollen breast that
bulges more than two feet beyond her plump nose.
     Jaleka has finally reached her dream size and still
continues to gain massive amount of flesh. Her equine body has
filled out and up so much that only her pudgy hands stick out of
her ponderous, flab swollen furiness. Her fingers have becoming
engulfed with fat so that only the tips are still exposed. Her
humongous breasts have grown so rich with billowing fat, that
each one is approaching the size of Whistler's prize cow's udder.
When Mick lays on her expansive back, he sinks in so deeply that,
he is engulfed by her velvety fur and silky soft, loving blubber.


Kreechen
Rrrowling- Groloo, Rolune
     Jaleka Hashun, Home planet: Drillax, Species: centaur,
Weight: 1200 tares, Previous victories: Last two all species pie
eating contests. 
     Trazakan transport-kidnappers

     Jaleka Hashun, Home planet: Drillax, Species: centaur,
Weight: 1200 tares, Previous victories: Last two all species pie
eating contests.