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"Oh my gosh; Carly was right! These milkshakes are divine!" Ida sighed, gazing across the ice cream parlor beatifically, "Honey, go and fetch me another one, please."

"That'll be your third one in ten minutes; are you sure?" I asked uncertainly as I watched my girlfriend's belly steadily stretching out the front of her dress, her breasts swelling as if every ounce of milk in the milkshakes was turning her into a dairy cow, "I mean, didn't Carly say their secret ingredient that makes them so delicious was also kind of fattening?"

"Yeah, I guess she did," Ida mused, absent-mindedly patting a breast that had already ballooned from a fun handful into a bloated funbag larger than her head, "Maybe I've decided I kind of like being big, especially when it's these shakes that are filling me up. You don't mind that I've got a little bit more to play with up here, do you?"

"Well, no- you actually look amazing right now," I agreed, surprised by this sudden change in Ida's priorities, "It's just- isn't it a lot all at once? Wouldn't you rather spend a couple days at this size and see if you're still thirsty for more?"

"Mmm, but I'm thirsty for more right now," my girlfriend teased, reaching out and stroking my leg, her arms now fat enough to quiver as she leaned in, "Come on, be a good boy and bring me a couple more."

How could I refuse? Still afraid that she was going to glut herself into near-immobility, I obeyed and quickly returned to the table where Ida waited, her thighs having plumpened up in the few minutes I was gone to the point that her hemline was inching up scandalously high.

"Oh, perfect! Don't think I won't remember how kind and thoughtful you are tonight when we get home and I need someone to take my lush, sensual new body for a test drive," she enthused, taking a straw between her lips and fervently sucking down half of one milkshake in a single, desperate inhalation, her breasts billowing with redoubled force before she had even finished swallowing, "You don't mind if I've got a nice, jiggly ass for you to spank, do you? I swear when we sat down this seat was more than wide enough for me- now I feel like if I don't watch my balance I'm just going to spill right off the side. When we come back tomorrow, you will definitely need to find me a booth with a bench seat."

"Tomorrow- you're sure of that?" I asked, as she blissfully finished her third shake and eagerly started in on the forth, the fabric of her dress now drawn to translucence by her burgeoning belly, her breasts now threatening to pour right out of its top, a pair of pale, quivering melons that hung so low and full the nearly kissed the table's edge.

"I've never been so sure of anything in my life- feeling so full like this is nearly making me cum!" Ida sighed, clutching at her overstuffed belly ardently, "What do you think I'd have to do to get a job as a waitress here? I think I'd look cute in one of those stripey little uniforms, if they have any in my size. Do you think if I worked here I'd get all the free milkshakes I wanted?"

"Here, do you want me to find the manager? Maybe she could tell you," I asked, half hoping the manager would take one look at Ida, whose bosom was rising around her dress's straining straps like rising dough and whose hips were now at least twice as wide as the seat she was so precariously balanced on, and insist that she had had more than enough shakes for one day, at least.

"Hmm, don't worry about it; I'm feeling lazier by the minute, or maybe by the cup size," Ida giggled, glancing down in amusement at her breathtakingly ponderous bust as her belly surged beyond her thick, quaking knees, "But since you're up already, how about you go grab a tray and order me- let's have another six- for now."

If she saw the concern in my eyes, it didn't faze her in the least. She finished her last shake with a smile, slid one plump hand between her luscious thigh and massive belly, and gave herself an experimental heave that set her entire body in motion and every last seam creaking. Then she gave me a little off-you-go-now, kind of a nod, and there was nothing for me to do but go and get her next round of milkshakes.

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- based on an idea from enormoussam347 -

"Oh my gosh; Carly was right! These milkshakes are divine!" Ida sighed, gazing across the ice cream parlor beatifically, "Honey, go and fetch me another one, please."

"That'll be your third one in ten minutes; are you sure?" I asked uncertainly as I watched my girlfriend's belly steadily stretching out the front of her dress, her breasts swelling as if every ounce of milk in the milkshakes was turning her into a dairy cow, "I mean, didn't Carly say their secret ingredient that makes them so delicious was also kind of fattening?"

"Yeah, I guess she did," Ida mused, absent-mindedly patting a breast that had already ballooned from a fun handful into a bloated funbag larger than her head, "Maybe I've decided I kind of like being big, especially when it's these shakes that are filling me up. You don't mind that I've got a little bit more to play with up here, do you?"

"Well, no- you actually look amazing right now," I agreed, surprised by this sudden change in Ida's priorities, "It's just- isn't it a lot all at once? Wouldn't you rather spend a couple days at this size and see if you're still thirsty for more?"

"Mmm, but I'm thirsty for more right now," my girlfriend teased, reaching out and stroking my leg, her arms now fat enough to quiver as she leaned in, "Come on, be a good boy and bring me a couple more."

How could I refuse? Still afraid that she was going to glut herself into near-immobility, I obeyed and quickly returned to the table where Ida waited, her thighs having plumpened up in the few minutes I was gone to the point that her hemline was inching up scandalously high.

"Oh, perfect! Don't think I won't remember how kind and thoughtful you are tonight when we get home and I need someone to take my lush, sensual new body for a test drive," she enthused, taking a straw between her lips and fervently sucking down half of one milkshake in a single, desperate inhalation, her breasts billowing with redoubled force before she had even finished swallowing, "You don't mind if I've got a nice, jiggly ass for you to spank, do you? I swear when we sat down this seat was more than wide enough for me- now I feel like if I don't watch my balance I'm just going to spill right off the side. When we come back tomorrow, you will definitely need to find me a booth with a bench seat."

"Tomorrow- you're sure of that?" I asked, as she blissfully finished her third shake and eagerly started in on the forth, the fabric of her dress now drawn to translucence by her burgeoning belly, her breasts now threatening to pour right out of its top, a pair of pale, quivering melons that hung so low and full the nearly kissed the table's edge.

"I've never been so sure of anything in my life- feeling so full like this is nearly making me cum!" Ida sighed, clutching at her overstuffed belly ardently, "What do you think I'd have to do to get a job as a waitress here? I think I'd look cute in one of those stripey little uniforms, if they have any in my size. Do you think if I worked here I'd get all the free milkshakes I wanted?"

"Here, do you want me to find the manager? Maybe she could tell you," I asked, half hoping the manager would take one look at Ida, whose bosom was rising around her dress's straining straps like rising dough and whose hips were now at least twice as wide as the seat she was so precariously balanced on, and insist that she had had more than enough shakes for one day, at least.

"Hmm, don't worry about it; I'm feeling lazier by the minute, or maybe by the cup size," Ida giggled, glancing down in amusement at her breathtakingly ponderous bust as her belly surged beyond her thick, quaking knees, "But since you're up already, how about you go grab a tray and order me- let's have another six- for now."

If she saw the concern in my eyes, it didn't faze her in the least. She finished her last shake with a smile, slid one plump hand between her luscious thigh and massive belly, and gave herself an experimental heave that set her entire body in motion and every last seam creaking. Then she gave me a little off-you-go-now, kind of a nod, and there was nothing for me to do but go and get her next round of milkshakes.