Jessicas Days

Description: This is a sequel to my story "Jessica's Day." It depicts three days in the life of a woman with impossibly huge breasts and the challenges they cause her. It can be read on its own, but you will enjoy it better if you read the prequel first.

Day 1:

"Jessica, sweetie, it's time to wake up."

"Uggh," she moaned. "Bring me some coffee."

"Sweetie, you know you can't have any right now."

"Then let me sleep," she countered.

"We have to get you exercised and cleaned up before I go to work."

"Ugh, fine."

Jessica groaned. Her neck hurt, like it did most mornings lately. She lifted her head off her pillow and tilted her head from side to side. She opened her eyes and saw her husband, Simon. Bastard was drinking coffee just to spite her. It was partially his fault she couldn't have any.

No, that wasn't fair. He was a good man. He wasn't even the source of most of her problems.

It was that blasted wish. And Ken. It was easier to blame Ken. If he wasn't so perverted she wouldn't be like this.

She moved the pillows off her belly and Simon removed the blankets, revealing her belly and breasts.

Until her senior year of high school, almost eight years ago now, Jessica had been a normal cheerleader with a crush on the quarterback, Ken Sterling, who didn't know she existed. One day, she had found a wandering shop and bought an ancient, magical wax tablet that had turned her into Ken's ideal woman. This had changed reality, giving her a new life where her breasts had grown so big that in her senior year of high school she'd needed a wheelchair to get around. It also made her Ken's girlfriend, which she was happy about, until he tried to force her into sex and she had squeezed his balls and dumped him. A few years later, she had met up with Simon Morton, her old math tutor, and they hit it off. By that point she had gained the ability to walk again, and she walked down the aisle to marry him.

They had a year of bliss. Then she got pregnant. They were excited at first because both of them wanted to have children. Then her breasts started to grow again. The growth was slow, but it never stopped throughout her pregnancy. Before she got pregnant, when she didn't wear a bra, her breasts hung down to her knees. With a bra, she could keep them above her hips. By the time she was three months pregnant, they had gained fifty pounds each and hung halfway down her shins. And down her shins they progressed. Now, in her ninth month, each weighed over 200 pounds. Gravity pulled each one down either side of her belly where they pooled on the bed in puddles three feet across. It had been weeks since she could reach her nipples, much less see them. She could just reach her areola, which were now almost two feet across. She thought her breasts would reach the floor if not outright rest on it if she could stand up, which she might have been able to just barely manage if it weren't for her other problem.

Tied with the breasts for "biggest pain in Jessica's life" was her belly. It seemed that Ken had a fetish for hyper pregnancies, as Jessica found out when she got her first ultrasound and found out she was carrying ten babies. Her belly expanded as quickly as her breasts had and resembled a slightly squashed sphere a little more than two feet in diameter. The doctors estimated that her belly alone weighed approximately 200 pounds. While it was only the weight of one of her breasts, it also seemed to constantly churn with the kicking of so many babies. She could only sleep when they all slept, and they all only seemed to sleep when they passed out from exhaustion.

Not even her butt had been spared from her pregnancy. Pregnant women tend to gain more fat stores to prepare for breastfeeding, which ramps up with multiples. Combined with her hips spreading, her hips were over two and a half feet wide and each cheek stuck out behind her like a beach ball. Her fleshy thighs were almost absorbed in the back by her massive cheeks. All told, she currently weighed over 500 pounds more than she did before getting pregnant. The doctors estimated that she was on track to triple her pre-pregnancy weight before she gave birth.

Her belly was too big for her to lay on her back, and her breasts were too big to lay on her side, as one would inevitably roll off the other and either smother her face or try to roll behind her, pulling her on her back. The only position she could currently sleep in was upright with her head on a pillow on top of her belly. Her breasts rested on either side of her belly, her legs wrapped around her babies and stuck between her breasts, her belly, and her mattress. She wondered if she just looked like three fleshy orbs from the front.

Jessica didn't sleep in a normal bedroom. When it became apparent how big and heavy she was going to grow in her pregnancy, Simon designed and oversaw the construction of a new room in their house just for her. On the ceiling was a rail on which sat an electric winch. Around the base of her belly resting on a mattress on the floor, Simon circled support netting. He placed similar netting under her breasts. These he connected to the winch, which pulled Jessica's belly and breasts off the floor. With their weight supported, Jessica just had to lift up the weight of her ass, which was not quite as heavy as her breasts had been before her pregnancy, but it was getting close.

She grabbed a bar above her and lifted her legs as Simon wheeled the mattress out from under her. She lowered her legs and shivered as her feet touched the cold tile floor. Simon prepared to run her into the bathroom.

Jessica untied her pajama bottoms and dropped them to the ground. "Simon," she said, standing on tiptoes and sticking her butt out at him. "Take care of me, first."

"I don't know if we have time," said Simon.

"Do it quickly, then!" She shivered, which caused over a hundred pounds of booty to shake and clap. "I neeeeed it! I don't even need foreplay! I'm so horny, please!" It was true: her pregnancy hormones had increased her arousal so she was almost always horny or on the verge of becoming horny. Not only that, but between her belly, butt, and thighs, she couldn't even reach her own pussy to satisfy herself.

Simon sighed. "All right. You're lucky I can't resist that ass."

"Yay!" she cried. She shivered in anticipation this time. "Wait, are you putting a condom on? It's not like I can get pregnant again."

He shook his head. "We don't have time to wait for it to drip out."

She pouted, but accepted this. Her inch-thick lips, another gift of Ken's fantasies, made this both cute and sexy.

Simon approached his huge pregnant wife. Getting past her booty was a challenge, but he was an engineer at heart, and solving challenges was his passion. He lowered the winch, bringing her belly closer to the ground, which brought her butt more into the air. He peeled off her panties, that Jessica thought might have been the largest in the world. Then he reached in between her cheeks, spreading them and revealing her anus. He reached in deeper and felt for her pussy. As he suspected, she was dripping already, as she almost always was these days.

He reached around her ass and grabbed on to her hips. Then he braced against the floor and pushed into her as hard as he could. There was a lot of fat to get around, but fortunately, she had a huge pussy, which made it easier to reach her than it would be for a normal woman.

Jennifer moaned as he penetrated her. She had woken up horny, and her body needed this. If they didn't do this, she would be pent up an irritable for hours.

Simon had a lot of fat to push against, but he worked out regularly and never skipped leg day. His calves strained as he pushed into his wife, making her moan to the rhythm of his thrusting.

Finally he came and pulled out of her. She collapsed onto her knees, careful not to smush her belly. "Thank you," she mumbled.

"Anything for my beautiful wife," Simon said, pulling off the condom and throwing it away.

He had the winch pull her up again and ran the winch along the ceiling track so she could enter the bathroom area. She pivoted so she could sit on the toilet. When she was finished, he wiped her off. Needing help just to go to the bathroom was probably her least favorite part of her size.

When she was all clean, they went back into the main room and he helped her into a pair of custom running shorts and then her socks and running shoes, which he tied. Then he wheeled a treadmill under her and lifted her belly and boobs a bit more.

He put his own treadmill next to hers so they could run together. Well, he ran while she waddled. It was one of her favorite parts of the day. They had nothing to do but talk. After the run they stretched. Finally, he put the treadmills away.

After the workout, they ran the winch down the track, back into the bathroom. Past the toilet was a shower area big enough to hold her. First he rinsed her off with the shower head and then lathered her up. She loved feeling his hands all over her body. When they had time, he would caress her gently, and that would lead to more sex. Today, though, he had a meeting to get to, so it was strictly business. She still came when he washed off her Ken-enhanced sensitive nipples. Then he lowered her to the tile and removed the harnesses so he could get the parts they covered.

When she was clean, she handled drying her hair while he dried down the rest of her. Drying under and between her breasts and belly was a tricky affair involving multiple towels, changing the harness, a blow drier, and corn starch.

After the shower, he helped her into a huge pair of panties and sweatpants, and helped her back onto her bed, where she spent most of her time. She combed her mane of hair, which, despite its size, was tangle-free and dried quickly, thanks to Ken.

Breakfast was bacon, eggs, and toast, which she really only ate so she could feel human. Her real meal was a calorie dense shake that contained a lot of peanut butter and protein powder. As she was in her third trimester with ten babies, she needed to increase her caloric intake by a whopping 5,000 calories, meaning she needed to eat 7,000+ calories a day just to keep them all fed! The calorie shakes helped her do this most efficiently, but she found that she needed real food just to stay sane.

Jessica's sister, Rebecca, showed up while Jessica was brushing her teeth. While Simon was at work, Rebecca would hang around their house and take care of anything that Jessica needed. Rebecca was taking online classes and would mostly do schoolwork unless her sister needed anything. She kept her and her babies fed, spread cocoa butter on Jessica's belly and breasts to help with the stretching, and scratched any itches her sister couldn't reach.

When Jessica had written Ken's name into the tablet to get his fantasy woman's body, it had changed reality around her. Not only did everyone remember that she always had large breasts, but her family had changed as well. In this new reality, Jessica's mother had macromastia, and so did her dad's sisters, all of whom had breasts about the size of their head. This created a perfect storm of gigantomastia in both Jessica and Rebecca. It wasn't as severe in Rebecca, who's breasts were "only" 50 pounds each and "only" hung to her hips when she didn't wear a bra and "just" reached her knees when they rested in her lap. They were still a source of pain and no end of inconveniences for her, but at least she'd never been bound to a wheelchair like Jessica had been.

Simon was almost obsessed with ensuring that Jessica wasn't bored when he was at work. He had rigged up a desk on wheels that could roll over her belly and chest. Because it had to fit over her chest, it was higher than a normal desk which made it a bit awkward to use, but at least she could use a laptop.

She had also taken up sewing. Because she kept outgrowing all her clothes, she had learned how to make her own. This included the running shorts she had worn earlier, as well as the panties and sweatpants she was currently wearing. At present she was working on a set of baby blankets.

Every couple of hours, Jessica needed more of her calorie shake, as the babies were insatiable.

After lunch, Rebecca helped Jessica change into what might have been the world's largest bikini bottom and rub sunscreen over her belly and breasts. The rail in the ceiling also led outside and over the pool in the backyard, and Rebecca deposited her sister in the pool and joined her.

Jessica loved swimming, because it was one of the few times she could forget about the weight of her belly and breasts. They had a salt water filtration system which also helped with the buoyancy. Simon had planted a series of tall trees around the yard to give her some privacy, so she didn't technically need to wear the bottoms, but she was proud of them after making them so she was going to wear them! She and Rebecca chatted and played what games they could.

When Simon got home, they all ate together before Rebecca went home.

After Rebecca left, Simon walked back into the room and leaned against the doorway. "So, what do you want to do tonight?" he said. "We could watch a movie."

Jessica squirmed around her swollen, oozing pussy. She had been horny for hours, but she was not about to ask her sister to help her masturbate. "We could fuck," she said.

"Or we could catch up on that new show on Netflix I was telling you about," he suggested.

Jessica whined. "You could help your horny, pregnant wife get off," she said.

"It's been a while since we played Mario Kart," he said.

Jessica grabbed as much of her breasts as she could reach, her nails leaving red lines. "Or you could take me from behind and put that big dick to use by pounding me until I'm senseless."

"One of my coworkers just told me about this new co-op game where..."

"YOU GOD-DAMNED FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!" she cried, "GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND FUCK ME BEFORE I HULK OUT AND SMASH YOU INTO THE CONCRETE."

Simon smirked, but started sauntering towards her. "That would be something to see," he said.

"I'll do it!" she shouted, "I'll jump on top of you and you'll have 800 pounds of horny bitch on your dick! See if I won't!" She pushed herself up on her feet, still held down by her belly and breasts, but her quivering pussy posed her biggest challenge.

Simon circled around to her front, and crouched down in front of her belly. "How should I respond to such threats?" he mused. "Maybe I'll start over here," he said as he started scratching her belly just outside of her reach.

Jessica sighed in contentment. She was horny, but this was also very nice. She hated not being able to reach parts of her body.

After a few minutes of this, Simon positioned himself in front of her right breast and brushed a finger along a nipple that she could no longer see, but knew was approaching the size of a soup can.

Jessica moaned as she felt her nipples stiffen. In most cases, nipples grow less sensitive as they grow bigger and the nerve endings grew further apart, but Jessica's breasts had defied conventional wisdom for years. Each was almost as sensitive as her labia were.

Simon used both hands, running his hands up and down her nipple like he was giving her a hand job, which he practically was, considering her sensitivity. He started tugging on it as he pulled, squeezing like he was milking a cow's teat.

Jessica writhed in tortured pleasure. She tried to reach him, to make him stop, but her belly kept her planted and her nipple was just out of her reach. She moaned in agonizing ecstasy as she came just from Simon's ministrations to her nipple and collapsed on her breast.

"I think she liked that," Simon said as he stood up and moved around to her other nipple. He started to rub it as well, and Jessica could feel each finger as it pulled on her sensitive teat.

Jessica had felt a pressure build in her breasts all day, but assumed it was just the weight of a 200 pound breast pressing on itself. As Simon pulled on her nipple, she felt something give and Simon gave a cry of surprise.

"Your milk has come in!" he said. He leaned down and put his lips over his nipple and sucked.

If Simon's hands on her nipple were stimulating, his lips and tongue were on another level. Jessica thrashed around, at least as much as she could with 700 pounds of belly, breast, and butt holding her in place. She could feel the milk emptying out, and would have sighed at the relief if she wasn't building to another orgasm. When she crested, she actually screamed. She could feel milk trickling out of her other nipple. She collapsed on her breast, which forced some extra milk into Simon's mouth, causing him to choke.

He let go of her breast and wiped milk from his chin, grinning. "That's a lot," he said. "More than I can drink, for sure. Good thing I have these ready." He stepped over to a storage closet and brought out a couple of devices that looked like shop vacs. They were custom-built industrial milkers.

She sighed. She didn't want to feel like a cow, but if she was already producing more than Simon could drink, this would be the only way to stay on top of her lactation.

Simon wiped off her right nipple with an alcohol wipe, then hooked up the first pump and turned it on. Jessica immediately felt relief in that breast. She also felt stimulation. When Simon cleaned off and connected the other breast, the relief and stimulation was doubled. She moaned.

"Does that feel good?" her husband asked.

She nodded her head, unable to speak.

"Well, let's see how good we can make you feel," he said. He circled around to her rear and slowly peeled off her sweatpants and panties, revealing her beachball sized cheeks. He rubbed them gently, knowing they were sensitive.

"These panties are getting tight," he remarked, "you might need to make another pair if you keep getting so big and sexy. Come on, stand up so I can take these off."

She tried, but her legs were still weak from cumming from both of her breasts. She didn't have the strength.

"Come on," he said, and smacked her on the butt.

That was enough to push her over the edge, and she came again. She screamed and collapsed her rear to the mattress. She tried to stand, but couldn't manage it.

Simon considered the situation. Then he took her harness and wrapped it around her belly and breasts and winched them into the air. Then he took another harness and wrapped it around her protruding ass and lifted that into the air. With Then he removed her pussy juice-soaked sweatpants and panties and threw them aside. Then he wrapped a harness around each of her bare legs, pulling it up to her thighs and removed the harness around her booty. Then he used the harnesses around her thighs to raise her back end into the air, putting her pussy at just crotch height for him.

He reached in between her thighs and felt for her pussy, which was swollen and gushing. His wife moaned and quivered. He nodded his head, then pushed himself into her fold and penetrated her lower lips.

Jessica felt her husband's cock pierce her below and couldn't stop moaning. Between the pumping on each nipple and her husband taking her from behind, she was on a constant crest of orgasms, sometimes from one or both nipples, sometimes from her pussy, sometimes from all three at a time. Simon couldn't see it because he was taking her from behind, but Jessica's eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth stretched in the "ahegao" face that teenage Ken thought was hot.

Finally Simon came inside his huge, sexy wife, but she was barely aware of it. She gradually came back to coherence as she felt him wipe her down, peppering her with kisses over her skin. Finally he shut off and disconnected the milkers. He cleaned off her nipples and applied a cream meant for udders.