Subject: 
        Another pg/Lac story I wrote
  Date: 
        Thu, 27 Mar 1997 08:26:13 -0500 (EST)
  From: 
        jronn@tiac.net (Jackie)
    To: 
        Will Bow <wbow@crl.com>


Will,

Afterwards I remembered this story that I had written for some
in the be-budds list ~~ deals with breast and belly growth. If
you want to post it on your page, be my guest and thank-you.

Have you thought about putting counters on some of your pages,
so that both you and the authors/submitters can see how often
they are accessed.

Thanks.

E-huggs,

Jackie

PS. If you need either "My Preggiful Days" or "Daddy's Love"
e-mailed to you so you have better quality copies, I can do 
that also.

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            Amusement Park Growth

               (Copyright 1996)

        by Jackie (an338903@cris.com)


In her dream, 8-month pregnant (pg) Bonita found herself at an
amusement park on the Tilt-a-Whirl ride. For those readers who
haven't seen this ride, it's flat and round, like an elementary school
playground merry-go-round. All around its round edge are vertical
cages into which people are held by bars, chains, or straps. (All
you "doms" can just lust !!)

The ride spins around, again like a merry-go-round, going faster
and faster. The centrifugal force violently pulls each rider out
against the solid outer wall of their individual cage. Later, it also
rises up on a single arm, almost vertically, looking like a Ferris
Wheel while still spinning. It was definitely *not* a ride for a
hugely pg young girl.

Unfortunately, this was exactly where poor pg Bonita found herself
in her preggo dream. That day, her simple "maternity clothes"
consisted of a snug baby-blue halter and blue denim maternity
short-shorts. Her full pouty lips were coated with "Fire Engine
Red" waterproof lipstick, while she had dabbed "Leather and
Lace" perfume *all* over her bloated pg body.

That very plunging baby-blue halter both exposed and framed the
deep valley and vast swelling hills of her engorged bronze tittie-
flesh, err, "cleavage." It snugly closed in front via six large white
buttons in a high empire-style, not even covering her ribs.

Each short-shorts' cuff just kissed a moist plump thigh, leaving her
sensitive, very private inner thigh-flesh almost totally bare. A
smooth rubber maternity panel stretched all across her lower
bloated belly, lifting and shaping, yet deliberately restricting its
swaying motion.

Anyone nearby could watch that bulging rubber panel buckle and
ripple, stretch and strain, as her gigantic pg body waddled around.
Bonita looked like she was wearing shorts cut out from a rubber
suit, or an 18-wheeler inner tube, tightly wrapped around the
bottom of her inflated-looking beachball belly.

Partially hidden underneath were a super-stuffed black "F" cup
nursing bra and a pair of low-cut black bikini panties, the latter
completely dwarfed by her 64" wobbling belly. Quite a hefty load
for a 16-year-old, 5' 2" Spanish girl.

By now in Bonita's pregnancy, her bulging over-stretched belly-
flesh had become super-sensitive. Waddling around, the constant
rubbing of queen-size, or even looser soft maternity, panties would
irritate her sensitive bronze belly-flesh. These days, she *only*
wore low-slung bikinis that just-about covered her constantly-
throbbing and cleanly-shaven plump pussy.

Oddly, that curved rubber stretch-panel never bothered her bloated
beachball belly one little bit. When tightly pressed against her
naked bronze belly-flesh, that smooth slippery rubber panel felt 
sooo right, and *very* sensuous. It felt, and smelled, even better
after she had been severely perspiring, err, "glowing." With her
bloated belly now sooo ungodly huge and heavy, she only had to
"hoist herself up" and she began glowing like a 500-watt light
bulb. <giggle>

When feeling "frisky," Bonita's hand would slowly, yet firmly, run
across that now-hot slick rubber panel, squeezing it in even tighter.
That added heat and pressure always made her loudly "sigh" and
her motherly hips strongly wiggle. Her hand would then vigorously
rub that hot moist rubber against her bronze belly-flesh, never
failing to make both her clitty *and* bellybutton pop far out, each
vying to stick out the furthest.

In this preggo dream, Bonita didn't seem very concerned about
showing off her bloated bronze pg belly. The whole upper half,
erupting out of its rubber cocoon, was totally bare ~~ naked bronze
belly-flesh obscenely blooming out for miles, glistening and
glowing in the hot summer sun.

Her bronze legs were sporting light-blue stockings with "super
grip" tops ~~ the type that stays up all by itself. Above them was 4
inches of blossoming plump thigh, so beautifully bare, beckoning
all eyes to rise to their hidden moist "V," then even higher to her
rubberized beachball belly. Finally, on her small tired feet, she
wore a pair of dark blue wedges.

Those contrasts were astounding. On one hand, she looked like a
hooker on the prowl, while on the other, she looked like a sweet,
somewhat innocent, mother-to-be. Absolutely *nothing* about her,
even her feet, looked 16 years old.

"I *never* would dress like this in real life !!" Bonita rebutted,
while both hands absent-mindedly rubbed that warm restricting
rubber panel, pushing it in tighter on both sides as her palms hefted
the heavy weight of her bloated constricted pg belly.

Now her dream jumped. A young dark-skinned operator was just
closing the two bars that held hugely bloated Bonita in her cage,
facing the outside. The cages normally opened inwards, so the
force pulled the rider safely against the closed outer wall.

In her dream though, *these* cages opened to the *outside*. Only
two strong rubber-padded holding-bars kept her bloated pg body
from zooming out, off among the clouds like a huge hot-air
balloon.

That handsome muscular operator lingeringly adjusted one rubber-
covered holding-bar to fit in the warm moist valley just under her
engorged breasts and above her bare shiny beachball belly. He
spent extra time with *her*, making sure that rubber-covered bar
was placed *just* right. Softly "sighing," Bonita realized that the
spongy rubber on that bar felt almost as good against her bare
bronze flesh as her slick rubber panel, sending shivers up and down
her spine.

Bonita knew that sexy hunk could see each fat erect nipple vividly
poking through her wet nursing pad, straining bra-cup flap, and
stretched-out halter. Each erect chocolate nip vainly tried to
escape, making a tall delicious bump in her thin halter, begging for
sensuous touching. Also, that her warm sweet mommy's milk had
created two ever-widening wet circles on that baby-blue halter,
soaking through *all* the layers beneath.

His strong, warm hands were constantly checking and rechecking
the adjustment of that rubber-covered bar against her glistening
bronze flesh. Initially, he only "accidentally" rubbed the bulging
undersides of those engorged F-cup breasts, making her hard erect
nipples pout and tremble, poking through that thin material even
further.

When she hadn't complained, only deeply "sighed," his strong hot
hands now intentionally and very slowly caressed the naked top-
flesh of her bloated bronze belly. These tender touches made her
fully-exposed, pop'd bellybutton stalk wiggle, then sprout out even
further.

Standing sideways up against her, Bonita could excitedly feel his
thickening, throbbing snake creeping down his jeans' leg, growing
longer and fatter with each passing second. Through a wide tear in
his faded jeans, her sweaty shivering thigh could directly feel the
hot humid skin of that bloated twitching baby-maker, forcing her
stewing puss to twitch, wink, then ooze some more. Every "wink"
sucked that sopping denim crotch up further inside her.

"One or two more 'winks'," Bonita thought, brightly blushing,
"and both plump swollen lips will be spilling out the sides all
around that musky crotch."

Crouching down, he adjusted that lower rubber-covered bar to fit
*exactly* across her sticky sweltering crotch, just below her
rubber-covered beachball belly. Each firm tan finger seemed to
linger over those tall ridges in her tight short-shorts made by both
swollen pussy lips, like a blind man slowly reading braille. The
wondrous sensation his naughty fingers created intensely reminded
her that it had been many long days since her bloated pg body had
been fully stuffed and gloriously satisfied.

Just as her last inhibitions were melted away by that spreading fire
inside and her yearning pg body began succumbing to his firm but
gentle touch, he disappeared, like a teasing wisp of erotic magic.
Though his sexy body vanished, every minute spec of her bronze
flesh strongly remembered his touches. Her engorged breasts and
bloated belly were still tingling, swelling fuller and rounder from
those vivid, very sensuous memories.

Before that ride began spinning, Bonita felt her breasts engorging
with warm sweet mommy's milk, then ballooning fuller, making
room for even more. "Gurgles" echoed in her ears, causing strong
shivers, as that mommy's milk gushed through a duct, entirely
bloating a new reservoir.

Once that demonic Tilt-a-Whirl started spinning, Bonita quickly
felt the centrifugal force powerfully pulling her bloated pg body to
the outside. Her whole swollen front was pressed tightly up against
those two rubber-covered holding-bars.

Her engorged breasts and wobbling beachball belly slowly began
oozing out further and further, around and between those two
rubber-covered bars ~~ bare flesh mating with hot moist rubber.
Not only were all three being tugged outwards, *but* they were
also inflating, becoming rounder and so very much fuller.

"Uh-oh . . ." Bonita stammered as her normally large breasts began
feeling like huge rubber balloons, forcefully over-inflated. Both
pushed out more and more, fighting constantly with her full-figure
nursing bra and plus-size halter.

Looking down, she embarrassingly saw gaps forming 'tween those
buttons, first showing only hints of lacy lingerie. Soon, expanding
to huge "peep holes," exposing acres of straining black nursing bra
and glowing bronze flesh. Quickly, those large white buttons
became fatigued, but still held their plump luscious cargo 
in check.

Gazing lower, Bonita exclaimed, "My poor bloated belly *really*
feels like a king-size beachball stuffed in a tight rubber suit, 
being more and more over-inflated." 

Then added with a 'sigh,' "It just keeps inflating larger and larger,
the faster this ride spins." By now that huge rubber-coated sphere
had almost doubled in size, having more than enough room for
full-term triplets, or even quadruplets.

Without warning, Bonita felt one large white button "pop" on her
baby-blue halter as those bloated boobies ballooned out further.
Ten seconds later, spinning even faster, another button popped,
then a third. Her lacy black nursing bra began oozing over the top
of that V'd halter as its bronze contents continued to inflate.

Suddenly with a rapid fire "pop, pop, pop" all those remaining
buttons sprung open. Bonita could only watch in horror as that
sturdy baby-blue halter was shoved aside by those jutting black
nursing cups. Defeated, it now only vigorously flapped in that cool
breeze.

With the defeat of that last straining button, those lacy nursing
cups violently leapt out six inches or more. Had she been naked on
her hands and knees, both now-gigantic hanging hooters would
have closely resembled two engorged cow's udders ~~ ones that
hadn't been milked for days !!

That naughty force still pinned her slender arms against those two
bars. She could do nothing to cover her fully-exposed over-stuffed
nursing bra. There she was, a young mother-to-be, spinning round
and round, her baby-blue halter open wide, flapping in the breeze.
That black nursing bra with its large wet spots, barely containing
its humongous milky cargo, was embarrassingly exposed for all
below to see.

With wild wishful thinking, Bonita sighed, relieved, "At least, my
nursing bra is still covering these inflating whoppers."

Luckily, she hadn't noticed a long fat nipple lewdly poking out
against each overstuffed cup-flap. Both made obscene tents,
pushing out further than a 7-year-old boy's virile erection.

Her relief, though, was very short lived. That ever-increasing force
now inflated both already-huge balloon-size breasts even larger,
stretching out her straining black cup-flaps almost to the bursting
point. Both bra straps began cutting deep gullies in her bronze
shoulder flesh.

Pray as she might for this insane growth to stop, those engorged
boobies kept swelling larger and larger as that nasty force pulled,
tugged, and twisted their soft girly flesh. While both resembled
only large Honey Dew melons before, now they were larger, fuller,
and heavier than even super-jumbo-size watermelons.

Hesitantly looking down again, Bonita embarrassingly saw her
swelling bronze tit-flesh oozing more and more around those black
nursing-cup flaps. *Every* bloated bronze titty molecule was
trying valiantly to escape its now super-tight confines.

"It's only a matter of time before those plastic flap-clasps break,"
she thought with alarm while spinning even faster. "Then, my
super-engorged milk-machines will explode out like a jack-in-
the-box whose crank just hit that magic note." 

Surprisingly, those plastic flap-clasps grossly deformed, but held.
Soon though, both tugged swollen monsters began putting ungodly
pressure on that three-hook bra strap. That poor tortured strap
began making louder and louder creaking and groaning sounds.

"Yea, yea, I know," Bonita thought, "it should have been at least a
9-hooker to *safely* handle my hugely engorged boobies, but that
small bra strap *had* worked well up to now."

Without warning, she heard a loud "snap," like a sharp clap of
thunder, and felt an abrupt jerking tug where those monsters were
anchored to her chest. Her worst fear had been realized. That poor
overloaded bra strap had finally burst ~~ those bra cups were now
covering only the top inner half of her ballooning boobies like a
black cape, while the broken strap ends were just loosely flapping
along with that defeated halter.

As that bra-strap burst, two soggy milk-filled nursing pads blew
out like miniature flying saucers, sailing through the clouds. "I
wonder if whoever finds them," Bonita blushingly thought, "will
know what they are, and . . . how *scrumptious* their warm sweet
contents would taste, slowly dripping down their throat !!"

Though the nakedness of those hovering bronze blimps should
have greatly embarrassed her, Bonita only deeply "sighed." Her
immense hooters felt sooo good being released from their ultra-
tight confines, even if her acres of bloated tittie-flesh were now
floating fully exposed for all below to see.

Now, absolutely nothing was holding her huge hooters against her
girly chest. Unfettered, that naughty force tugged and sucked them
out even further, floating side-by-side suspended like two giant
bronze blimps, immense chocolate beacons glowing on their noses.

Both brown champagne-cork-size nipples now jutted out more than
3 feet from her chest, slowly stretching out even further. That
intense suction, like a breast pump, was causing droplets of warm
sweet mommy's milk to ooze out their tips from over a dozen
bloated ducts.

Bonita suddenly realized, "Each new inch should make my poor
bloated boobies ache and hurt sooo bad, but it's only sending a
fresh batch of strong erotic chills and thrills throughout my young
body, making it more and more excited."

The cool crisp air whipping by began to unmercifully tease them,
tweaking and playing with those cork-sized nubbies. Her dinner-
plate-size chocolate areola lewdly puckered from that coolness,
wrinkling like a newly-formed, jagged mountain range.

All these teases on her sensitive pregnant flesh sent increasingly
strong tremors and quivers through every molecule of her body.
Even a tiny ripple was making her pouting, distended pussy throb
and drip, both with womanly desire and animalistic lust.

If her poor pg body could *only* move, her hips would be wildly
undulating with an erotic mind of their own. They'd be frantically
rubbing her swollen puss and erect clitty back and forth against
that spongy-rubber holding-bar, boldly trying to find even a little
relief.

Her poor throbbing puss had been set on fire, the likes of which her
body had not felt in many months. Her drooling love-tunnel was
quickly becoming a molten, spitting, and sputtering volcano.

Bonita valiantly tried to focus her thoughts on nonerotic things, but
instead, they were constantly tugged back to her huge erect nipples.
Each dark glistening teat was now soup-can size, firmly attached to
a gigantic milk-filled weather balloon.

Even against her bronze flesh, each squiggly puffy blue vein
looked hugely erotic, rippling across her bloated tit-flesh to those
soup-can teats.  The Montgomery bumps on each nipple's dark
brown areola now looked like mole hills created by some gigantic
crazy mutant mole.

Right then, Bonita could *only* think of her nipples. "Sometimes
that swirling air caresses them like a cool wispy feather," she 
concluded with a deep erotic sigh, "while other times, it flails them
like tentacles of a stout stinging whip," making her loudly gasp.

Their constant stretching by that centrifugal force created more and
more room for all that mommy's milk to accumulate. Those
gigantic balloons were quickly becoming two huge reservoirs,
containing tens of gallons of warm sweet mommy's milk.

Unfortunately, her constantly-inflating bust wasn't her only body
part affected by that "tugging" swelling force. Her bloated
beachball belly was also being strongly pulled outwards,
ballooning larger and larger.

At first, her maternity short-shorts' rubber panel held her inflating
belly somewhat in check. Then, little by little, as her lower belly
grossly inflated, applying even more pressure, that over-stretched
rubber panel began *slowly* rolling down.

That bronze sphere was inflating so hugely that it was now too big
to be called a beachball. Its monstrous size was even forcing her
maternity short-shorts to slip down. Every inch was exposing more
of her naked motherly buns and wide child-bearing hips.

Within minutes, that rubber belly-panel had rolled down to her
sopping crotch, also defeated, tugging her short-shorts down
around her smooth bronze thighs. The full motherly roundness of
her bloated bronze belly was completely exposed. Without that
panel to even slightly hinder it, her super-beachball belly *really*
burst out, now more than 4 feet from her abdomen, like a huge hot-
air balloon hovering on a strong draft.

"If Daddy thought it stuck far out before, he should see it now,"
she giggled, adding, "A wheelbarrow wouldn't contain it any
longer, I'd need an 18-wheel flatbed truck !!"

That naughty force had also strongly sucked her little-girl clitty
outwards. Normally only a + inch long when proudly erect, it now
poked out about 6 inches, as fat around as a spicy pepperoni stick.
Its obscene tent in her maternity short-shorts made her crotch look
like a 14-year-old boy with a rock-solid erection, and it was still
swelling, growing longer and fatter with each passing minute.

Without warning, Bonita heard a loud "sproing," feeling a strong
upward jolt at the juncture of her smooth trembling thighs. She
couldn't see what had happened because of her super-beachball
belly, but correctly guessed that her lowering short-shorts had also
pulled down her black bikini panties releasing her obscene girly-
cock.

Springing right up, it proudly stuck straight out, lewdly bobbing
around in the cool breeze.  Finally freed, her girly-cock instantly
swelled even longer. It now looked like a super-long hybrid
cucumber, at least fifteen or sixteen inches long and more than two
inches wide.

"I'll bet *that* super-cuke would make vegetarians out of many
guys, *and* some gals too," Bonita giggled, grinning lecherously.

The cool swirling air felt like moist gentle lips caressing that
bobbing stalk's whole throbbing length. Bonita thought she could
even feel the puffy skin around its bloated pink tip retracting, 
like a cute girly-foreskin, uncovering a juicy pink plum.

Her round inflated body shuttered, pondering how good a long wet
tongue would feel wrapped round that inflated girly-cock. First,
licking it, then teasing it with its firm tip, and finally, oh 
finally, in one quick giant slurp, gobbling it whole.

That inflated girly-cock's sensitive topside had sprung up tightly
against that rubber-covered holding-bar. Spinning faster and faster,
every bump, jerk, and vibration from that evil ride was instantly
transmitted along its total swollen length.

It felt like some devil had thrust a wildly humming vibrator firmly
against its root, forcing her bloated body to continuously shake and
shiver. Her hot wet puss now constantly dripped, making a large
gooey puddle in the crotch of those lowered black panties.

To her utter dismay, that strong unyielding force also pulled her
pop'd bellybutton stalk straight out, like a long horizontal antenna,
more than 6 inches farther than her bloated super-beachball belly.
That antenna hovered there, gently swaying in that cool crisp air,
delivering a second constant stream of tingles to her throbbing puss
down below.

Anyone on the ground below could hear loud "Oooooos" and
"Ahhhhhs" rising from between her glossy-red lips. Spinning
around, she would catch glimpses of that handsome muscular
operator far below staring intently at her inflated obscene body.
His right hand was slowly stroking his long thick dark club,
proudly thrusting out from his unbuttoned fly.

In a dark corner, Bonita saw two tall broad-shouldered black men
also watching her gigantic body fly. *Both* were pumping away
on long coal-black hoses, so distinct against their snow white
jeans. *Each* baby-maker required both large hands to hold it up, 
its bloated tip glistening in anticipation with pearls of manly dew.

Bonita's eyes couldn't believe that God had attached baby-makers
that huge onto any animal smaller than a full-grown Clydesdale.
Alas, all she could do in response was lick her "Fire Engine Red"
lips, trying to keep the drool from running down her chin.

Her swollen milky udders and bloated super-beachball belly
seemed in a race to see which could stick out the farthest. Right
now, those twin udders were winning, having swelled up into
gigantic blimps, but her bloated balloon of a belly was trying its
damndest to catch up ~~ that sprouted antenna was even stretching
out further to help !!  

All three hugely bloated spheres had now inflated out more than 5
full feet from her poor squished body. Viewers on the ground
could easily be confused. They might believe that each was
completely separate, some park promotional balloon moving with
the ride, not attached to her minuscule pg body.

Her ballooning belly had gotten sooo enormous that *two* sets of
full-term octuplets (8!!), *with* their whole families, could have
comfortably fit inside. Those purple stretch-marks were no longer
itty-bitty, all felt like two-inch-deep gouges. From the ground, her
purple squiggles looked like a fancy art-nouveau pattern, or a New
York City street map, brightly painted on that bottom balloon.

Each constantly engorging udder was now huge, holding more than
a hundred-gallon milk tank. Bonita was pleasantly surprised she
could hardly feel their immense weight, but would continuously
hear her milk's very loud gurgling and sloshing as those new
reservoirs filled fuller. Centrifugal force kept both suspended,
almost weightless, in midair. If either ever hung down, it would
stretch *well* below her passionately curling toes !! She was
probably the *only* female who could *completely* hide behind
her breasts.

Adding to her utter embarrassment, *all* three soon were hovering
out more than 6 feet from her body. Now, more people on the
ground, other than that horny operator and those two black men,
began to notice. She saw men, women, and even children pointing
to her in amazement as all three hugely bloated spheres glided
around with the ride, suspended in midair.

All were watching her inflated floating udders and belly like they
would balloons in Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. She could
even hear some "Oooooooo"s from them, causing more and more
guttural moans to rise from between her moist red lips. Her body's
totally naked exposure was now even exciting *her*.

"Was there no end to the elasticity of my bronze skin ?" Bonita
thought, punctuated by a sudden "gasp" as her pussy strongly
contracted.

Swirling around faster, that colder naughty air felt like hundreds of
icy fingers creeping across those acres of naked bronze belly-flesh.
It chilled that menagerie living inside. All began rhythmically
kicking downward, like a stampeding herd of wild elephants,
sending a third, even more intense, stream of vibrations directly at
her swollen zucchini of a clitty. Once, Bonita even thought she felt
two tusks prodding down at her poor dripping overheated puss.

That third stream of rippling vibrations was more than her high-
strung over-teased body could take. As much as that force would
allow, Bonita's poor body began bucking and thrashing as an
earth-shattering climax swept over it ~~ a definite "10" on the
Richter scale. Her glossy red lips seemed welded open as guttural
"moan" after guttural "moan" loudly escaped.

In response to that intense climax, her blimp-sized boobies began
gushing out their milky lakes through those soup-can nipples. Over
a dozen holes in each began shooting out continuous sprays of
warm sweet mommy's milk, like huge hoses fighting a fire. Talk
about a monsoon-class "let down" !!

Those warm milky streams were blanketing the sky with huge
sparkling droplets, creating shiny patterns, then raining down on
those poor people below. Bonita couldn't tell if anybody could see
where those droplets were coming from, but they *surely* knew
they were falling. One man had both palms cupped, gathering up
those milky pearls, then contently drinking them down, while his
tight pants bulged obscenely.

As her mind-blowing climax finally subsided, the sun snuck out
from behind a cloud. Its rays, shining through that shimmering
mass of milky droplets, formed a perfect rainbow. Everyone below
just stared up in amazement.

That was the last thing that Bonita remembered. Abruptly, she
awoke, still lying on her left side. Her breathing was ragged and
deep, while her naked pg body continued to shiver and shake.

"It was all just a 'preggo dream'," she sighed with relief.

In a moment though, Bonita found that it was not *all* a dream.
Huge droplets of warm sweet mommy's milk were dribbling from
the erect chocolate nipples of both super-engorged boobies. Even
her gentle touch caused pressurized sprays to zoom across the
room, coating that dark wall opposite with warm white polka-dots.

A happy-looking body-pillow remained tightly stuffed between her
smooth glistening thighs, completely soaked with the thick musky
nectar drawn out by her passionate dream. Just below her bald
panting puss was a large puddle of more warm sticky goo ~~ her
tired pg body had *really* climaxed, both in her dream *and* in
her bed.

Bonita was panting from unfulfilled pregnant passion, yet grinning
from her so brief taste of satisfaction. All she could think was, "I
have *got* to get back to sleep. I have *got* to get back to sleep."

As her eyes closed again, her dripping thighs tightly clutched that
friendly body pillow. Quickly dozing off, she could feel her
engorged milky breasts again start to swell and swell.

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