Legs 

By

Portly Robust

Part 1

Sandy blond hair, very large thick and fleshy muscular thighs, round thick muscular calves, big tight ass, strong shapely biceps, tiny hands, cute face with high cheek bones and full lips, blue eyes. Her name was Nancy. She was only 5'2" tall but weighed in at 145 pounds, and it's all muscle. The thing I noticed first, even though she was wearing short shorts and a knit tank top was her breasts. Nancy could be a porn star with a chest that size. Her measurements had to have been 48 FF - 26 - 38. Then I saw her large round and powerful legs. I became hard right then. She noticed the prominent bulge in my pants and smiled.

     "Hi, I'm Nancy. I see you are a little excited at what you see." Speaking to me in the liquor store-Mini mart, I was taken back a little and maybe even intimidated by her forwardness, with the confidence of a pro I returned her advances.

     "Hi, I'm Joe, Yes I do. You have a very pleasing shape, and appear to be quite strong as well."

     "Strong, yes, and you were looking at my breasts weren't you?"

     "Acutely, I did notice them, but was really checking out your smooth powerful thighs. That’s when I glanced up and caught your eye"

     "Oh, you like my legs ah?"

     "Yea, I am a leg man, that's for sure. They ARE healthy!"

     "I think they are FAT. I wish they weren't so big, but I guess you got to live with what you got."

     "I guess so, and you’re the lucky one who got 'em. That's for damn sure."

     "I don't think too many people think I've got it. Not too many men approach me, or when they do talk to me they stammer and stair at my chest.  I don't seem to be able to get many dates. Maybe it's the way I approach them. You know, so forward, and a little intimidating, but that is just my way. Say, while we have been talking I've noticed that you don't stair at my chest or anything. How Come?"

     "Your body IS impressive, but you have much too pretty a face to be looking any where else. Besides, I want to get to know you first. Your body, God willing, I can get to know later. So what do you say? Would you like to dine with me tonight?"

     "You’re the first guy I have acutely WANTED to go out with in a long, long time. Dinner,,, Sure. After dinner maybe you can get to know my body better. You will sure know ME by then."

     She was buying five cases of cheep Champaign and two gallons of milk.

     "What's all the Champaign for, a party?"

     "No, I just like Champaign better than beer or liquor.  However, we could make our own party."

     "I was going to suggest the very same thing. Let me help you out to your car with all this."

     "Oh, Thanks but I can manage. I've done this before."

     She lifted the five cases like they were empty. I grabbed the milk and walked her to her car. Her arm muscles were huge bulging masses, flexed to the hilt carrying the boxes of Champaign. Her great big thigh muscles moved in her skin supporting her as she walked. That big tight ass swaying to and fro. Shit, what a powerful hunk of woman. I am going to have her if it is the last thing I do on this earth. As she bent down to place the boxes on the ground her massive mummeries hung like giant pendulums swaying and jiggling with every movement. I helped her get the stuff in the car and she suggested we start our date early at her place. I was only too eager to agree.

     We started off to her house. I followed closely behind her in my truck. She drove a Mazda Meada, Red of coarse. When we arrived I watched her as she got out of the car. She grabbed the top of the car and pulled her self up and out with the one arm. The fabric of the tank top stretching with her big tight biceps flexing as she lifted her weight up with it. God she's strong. I wonder if she works out? She must. Shit, her body is so big for her height. Then she planted her foot on the ground and her massive flexing thigh pushed her body up to a standing position. The muscles in her legs are enormous and tightly toned. She asked me if I would carry one of the cases and the milk up to her apartment. In a heart beat, and follow anywhere. As I placed the boxes in her hands I could see her biceps flex. Bigger they became with every box I placed. Her arms were as big around as mine, and I am 5'11" and weigh 180 pounds. Most of which is muscle. I followed her in to her apartment watching her thick calves and large thigh muscles do their work going up the steps with her wide tight ass shaking.  Well, I'm already hard as a rock again.

     Inside now, she notices the huge bulge in my pants. She smiles and asked me to sit down on the couch as she would be right back. She went of into the kitchen and I herd the -POP- of the Champaign cork as she opened the bottle. She brought the bottle back in to the room and practically sat on my lap. Her huge thigh pressed against mine, so round and tight, I ran my hand across the top of it from her knee to her hip moving her shorts out of the way so I could feel the entire thing. Wide at her hip and just slightly flattened out by  her sitting. The expanse of her beefy thigh is so inviting. I take a hand full by squeezing lightly on the inside edge close to her twat. Wonderfully full, her big muscles provide some resistance to my invasion.

     "Not so fast Joe. Lets get a little loose first."

      "Do you mind if I feel the softness and granger of your legs in the mean time? I wasn't trying to be fresh or get into your pants, I just can't resist your generous thighs."

     "OH.OK. Yea it feels good when you run your hand across my "FAT" legs. Just don't touch my twat."

     "Oh I'll wait for a signal or something to do that. And, why do you keep calling your legs FAT?"

     "Because look." She takes her hands one on each side of her massive thigh and squeezes them together. The muscles, being at rest, squish between her hands and are forced upward into a round mound of flesh.

     "See how much there is. I'm cursed with "FAT" thighs and calves."

     "Well, try this. Tighten your leg muscle and try to push your hands together the way you did." She tightened her great thigh and tried to squeeze it. I didn't move an inch.

     "Yea, I know there strong.  I never relay looked at it that way. But I still think they are "FAT". And my calves are "FAT".  And my arms are "FAT" too. Anyway, lets get started with the party. I can usually get a party started off right"

     She pored some Champaign into a glass and handed it to me. She raised the bottle, saying "Salude." tipped the Champaign bottle to my glass with a -TING- put it to her lips and started drinking. It must have been warm, because I could see her swallowing fast to get to liquid down. At the same time she put her other hand on her belly. God the way her arm muscles looked as she held the bottle. She let the bottle burp once or twice but finished the whole thing. I hadn't even started to drink mine yet. The bubbles from the campaign were making her middle grow slightly larger. She didn't belch but I could see her fight it back. That was polite, but when you got to, you got to.

     "Boy, that was good. I love Champaign. It makes me light headed quickly, but it also makes me "FAT"."

     "Yea, what ever do you mean fat?"

     "Well I'll get some more and show you what I mean, "FAT". Just finish yours and I'll be right back."

     She returned with two bottles and handed one to me.

     "Go ahead, pore your self some more, this one is for me. I told you I like Champaign."

     I did as she had with the bottle and about choked. The pressure form the bottle being turned up for me to drink created pressure in the bottle and it had nowhere to go but to be forced down my throat. I was not ready for it. It went into the wrong pipe and I started coughing. Nancy picked up the other bottle and put it up to her lips and chugged as the liquid was forced into her. Two bottles of Champaign in about 5 minuets, she must be getting a pretty good rush by now.

     Her belly was swelling larger that before and she was arching her back rubbing her full middle.  I joined her, running my hand across her belly, which was full round and sticking out roughly 4 or 5 inches. She was feeling the effects of the Champaign now and was patting her rounded middle saying,

     "Now, See. I'm "FAT". I'm so "FAT". I am "RELAY FAT".  I have gotten use to being "FAT". My whole body is "FAT" except my tummy, and now it's "FAT" too. I've been teased so much about my "FAT" legs and my "FAT" arms and my "FAT" ass that I have gotten use to being "FAT" and like it. But my tummy just doesn't get "FAT" and I want it to. Right now my tummy is full but it's not as "FAT" as I want it to be. I am just not "FAT" enough."

     "What ever do you mean? Why, you're not fat at all. You are healthy and an extremely strong woman."

     "I may be strong but my legs my arms and my ass are "FAT". "FAT" I tell you, "FAT". But I like it. Feel how round my tummy is. It is so round and tight, like a ripe watermelon. It's not fat enough and it won't stay that way either. If it would stay big and round I would be happy. "FAT" and happy"

     Nancy grabbed the bottle I had a few drinks from and polished it off in no time. I watched as her belly heaved a couple of times and then came the belch. Her middle collapsed down to a pleasing fullness. As all this was happening, I was holding her mighty arm as she reached for, and grabbed my cock. The muscles undulating, and bulging as she released and squeezed again.

     "I need to get something. Do you want something, Champaign or something?"

     No I have a glass here, Thanks.

     She got up and went into the kitchen. I creped slowly that direction and peeked around the corner. There she was drinking milk from one of the gallon containers we brought in earlier. Her belly filling out to the size it was before the belch. I quickly went back and sat on the couch. Nancy came back with another unopened bottle of Champaign. She had enough to make her plenty high and I grabbed the bottle from her.

     "Hey,,, That's for both of us."

     "Let me ask you a question Nancy. What would you say if I told you that I could help make your tummy the size you would like it to be and that it would never, I mean NEVER get smaller?"

     "You could do that?"

     "Yes, and much much more, if you ask the right way."

     She grabbed me with her powerful arms, spun me towards her, put one arm over my shoulder and the other under my arm, drew my tightly against her massive breasts and swollen belly, and planted a hot wet long French kiss on me. I immediately placed one hand on her great ass and the other on her huge hot thigh, grabbing as much flesh as I could. We were tangled up this way for 10 minuets. She leaned back a bit still clenching on to me with her strong arms and whispered into my ear, "Is that the right way?"  Hell Yes. I thought to my self.

     "Yes. I think you are serious about the proposition I have offered. Now you understand that the effect is irreversible don't you?"

     "Yes. Will my tummy be big like the rest of me?"

     "Oh, yes. It will be the biggest part of your body."

     "Will it be bigger than I am now?"

   "Yes. Much bigger"

     "How much bigger?"

     "Do I hear a little apprehension in your voice?"

     "No, No, No! I just want to know if it will be as big as if I am pregnant?"

     "Oh Yea, at least as big."

     "When can you do it? Now,,,,, oh please,  do it now"

     "OK. I will go out to the truck and be rite back"

     I went out to the truck and got a little vile of blue liquid....... What, you think I am going to tell you what it was so you can do the same thing to your girlfriend, Your crazy. But I digress. I returned to her living room with the vile to see she had gotten more comfortable. She had taken her shorts off just wearing blue panties and removed the top she was wearing. Practically naked, her hearty frame and massive breasts for me to see, sitting on the couch with her legs scrunched up on the couch partially under her. Her leg muscles balled up and rolling out over the couch made me get a boner right then. She smiled as she watched it grow in my pants.

     "Come sit next to me, my big boy."

     "I need to know just how big you want to be so I can use the rite amount of Besimp fluid. So would you hold your hands out about the distance you want?"

     She held her hands out as far as they would reach stretching her great muscles to a point they shook. I then approximated the amount of Besimp fluid to put into the Champaign. I instructed her she could drink it slow and watch the growth occur so she didn't over shoot her goal, but if she did overshoot, it wouldn't ever go away. She understood and took a sip of the Champaign.

     Her belly swelled a bit and she burped. It went back down and she felt it expand again bigger than it was before the burp.

     "Ooooo,,, is that it? Will it get any bigger?"

     "Yes if you drink more of it. It is fast acting so you will know when it is done working."

     She put her feet on the floor, sat on the edge of the couch, her tremendous thighs hanging over the edge, grabbed the bottle and chugged it down. Not a drop left in it. Her belly started swelling immediately. She dropped the bottle and grabbed her belly with both hands as it continued to expand. Then her belly stopped it's growth and she gave forth a big belch. As expected her belly decreased in size. She sat there with a smile on her face.

     "Yep, Now this is big."

     "Nancy. You haven't even started to get big yet. You are full from the Champaign, that's all. Wait until you feel a tingle like butterflies in your tummy and you will know when it has started. It should be any time now."

     "I don't feel anything yet. I... I.... I do now!!!"

     As she finished her statement her belly lurch outward and continued it's growth. She was holding on to me with one steal armed grip, and with the other on her growing belly. She lifted her feet and rested them on the coffee table allowing her fat calves to relax and sag into soft round pools of flesh. I took a hold of her left calve with my left hand and couldn't hold half of it. I then held it with both hands and still couldn't get my hands around the mass of hanging flesh. Her belly continued to swell, now growing wider as well as growing outward. She looked as though she might be 7 months pregnant. She had to lean her back onto the couch with her head propped up slightly by one of the small throw pillows. Now mostly lying on her back with her belly continuing to expand she started to squeal.

     "Oh Shit. Oh Shit. I'm going to burst."

     "No you wont. That is the nice thing about the solution. It allows the skin to stretch without any distortion or marks. You will just expand until it has done it's job."

     "Well maybe, but I am bigger than I thought I would be. When is it going to stop?"

     “I don't know. I told you to go easy and let it work and stop when you were the size you wanted to be, but it looked to me like you were a little greedy and you swallowed the entire bottle before I could stop you."

     She was getting bigger and wider as we spoke. Her belly was big enough for a woman to be 3 weeks past her due date and still growing larger.

   "You have got to do something. I am afraid I will explode. Christ! Look at me. Shit! When will it stop.”

   The growth was slowing in her belly rapidly. A second later her belly stopped expanding. She needed the strength in her powerful arms to pull herself up to a sitting position. Her feet spread wide on the floor and knees a foot apart her bloated belly sat atop her massive thighs mussing what little fat she did have out to the side. Her huge breasts were pushed up and to the side hanging there by her table top like belly. Her belly had grown out past her knees and was wider than her hips. If some one saw her, and they will, they would say she was going to have 6 babies all 7 pounds each and like right now.

     "I'm ""FAT"" now. Boy. What am I going to do? Shit! I'm so fucking FAT, I could just die. Well I wanted to be FAT but this is a bit much, Don't you think?"

     "Well, acutely, I find you more attractive now with that enormously fat tummy than I did when we meet. Now there is one thing I didn't tell you about the solution. After about twenty minuets, just enough time for you to get use to your new size, the growth will start again. But this time it will fill out any part of your body that needs it for you to look and feel relay pregnant."

     "Fuck. You mean I am going to blow up like a balloon all over?"

     "No. Just in the places that the solution thinks you need the weight to look and feel like you are relay pregnant."

     "Oh. Well I have enough size already to pull that off."

   As she stopped speaking she noticed swelling in her calves and thighs. They were very slowly growing thicker around, adding just a layer of  "FAT" to her already massively muscular legs. Then her ass swelled a bit. Then her arms started to become more round and loose a little tone. Soon it all stopped. She was quite big for a girl 5'2" tall. All of a sudden she grabbed both her breasts, curling her heavy arms and showing me that she hadn't lost any of her muscle at all, it was just kind’a covered up by a layer of "FAT". Her breasts were expanding at an alarming rate. They were the size of cantaloupes before the swelling and were growing bigger as I watched. As fast as I have described the growth her breasts have gotten as large and  round as soccer balls and were still expanding.

     "What the fuck am I going to do with these? How much bigger are they going to get? I liked the ones I had. Jesus, stop them."

     "I can't. I kind of like them big, don't you?"

     "Well yes but they were big enough before."

      The growth of her breasts had stopped as quickly as it started. They were as large as basketballs with just a little air gone. They were not relay spread to the sides any more they grew that way and out as well. They now sat on top of her enormously out stretched belly waiting for someone to suck their silver dollar sized aureole. Her nipples were the size of a dime and sticking out 3/4 of an inch. I wanted to see how she looked standing.

     "Stand up. Let me look at you."

     "Are you nuts? I can't stand."

     "Sure you can. You have more power in those mighty legs of yours that a jeep 4x4. Come on, I'll help."

     I took her hands and let her use me to pull her self up to a fully upright and standing position. She was awesome, mammoth, the grandest thing I have ever built. That's right, I have done this before. Only to the woman that relay wanted to be as big as they could be. But again I digress. Standing their the muscles in her legs were working to keep her standing. And you could see the muscles in her legs great now. Relay tight and working. I want to see her walk. What does she weigh now I wonder?

   "Come over here. I want to look at you in the light."

      She walked to me and I all but creamed my pants watching her breasts sway and her tightly packed belly move up and down as her feet hit the floor. Swinging her arms for balance, and the muscles in her legs. WOW!!! I want to make love to her NOW!!!

     "Come on into the bed room and we will have some fun. What'a you say?"

     I ran ahead and grabbed the scale from the bathroom and placed it on the floor near the bed.

     "What do you think you are going to do in here Joe? I am as useless as a COW now."

     "No you're not. Come here. Step up a bit. It's cold. Here, it's the scale.  Just get on it."

     "Are you nuts. I must be 600 pounds."

     No you're not. Come on It won't bite. And if you don't want to know I wont tell you. Besides you can't see it over your big belly anyway."

     She stepped on the scale and I was amassed at what it read. I was then a little mean and pushed her on to the bed. I was going to do it anyway cause I like to watch them bounce. And she did boy. Her whole body had ripples in it from her breasts to her calves. I couldn't help myself. I had to pounce on her. She rolled over mad at me and grabbed my shirt and pulled me on to the top of her. Oh Yea. Just what the Dr. ordered. The power in this bitch when she was mad was staggering. And she was using only but a part of it as she ripped my shirt from my body. She then ripped my pants down to the crotch and pulled harder and the ripped down to my knee. Grabbing my underpants and tearing them as though they were paper, I am nude and atop this massive love goddess.

     "So you want to play rough ah?"  She growled, as she through me to the bed and rolled on top of me. She weighed 182 pounds and it was all on top of me......

end of part 1

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