UDDER BABE Freddy and I sat in our favorite little pizzeria in the mall. Okay, it was my favorite little pizzeria in the mall, but Freddy had grown to like it also so we went there quite a bit whenever we were at the mall. We sat at a table in the center of the little restaurant…it was more like a cafeteria style eatery where you take a tray, line up at the counter, pick out what you want to eat, someone behind the counter slaps your food on a plate and you slide your tray on down the line to get your drink and pay for the food. We had to sit at a table because the cozy little booths were, at this particular time in this sunny warm spring month of May, a little too small and cozy for me and my current bodily state. For some reason, in the month of May, my udder condition would flare up. The only reasons the doctors could give me was BOVINE in nature. Supposedly in the spring, not only do cows begin to produce the most milk but they also gain quite a bit of weight. (Something in the air? The thoughts of all that new tall lush green yummy grass to eat? Who knows?) There was some connection between my condition and this time of the year for milk cows and thus, va-voom, I would suddenly be sporting a huge udder between her shapely legs. And for some reason, this particular May, I had found my udder developing a lot larger and fuller than normal. I still had my udder brassiere: a contraption of high-strength but breathing flexible material that looped under my udder and up around my already enormous and naturally milk-heavy 98-inch boobs, around my shoulders and cirsscrossing behind my back. I had let out the huge thick straps 3 times already adjusting for the added dimensions of my growing udder. I wore custom-made clothes, "maternity" clothes as Freddy and I told people, to cover and hide my udder. The udder, supported as is was pulled up over my abdomen and belly, made me look VERY pregnant. Currently, at the size I was now, I looked like I was FAR overdue, like 18 months or more, as if I had a 50 or 60 pound kid inside me…and getting bigger every day. "Are you doing okay, baby?" Freddy asked seeing me fuss a little in my seat across from him. "I'm fine. Just trying to get comfortable," I said with my huge "belly" pressing against the edge of the table. With the udder so large, it pushed up against the bottom of my enormous boobs, pushing them up so my chin was partially buried in my immense cleavage. We had spread out three napkins over my boobs to catch any crumbs or such. "Have you had enough to eat?" Freddy asked after watching me and helping me at times scarf down five huge slices of pepperoni pizza. "Um…I could use a few more slices," I blushed feeling like an absolute PIG. I needed more food because of all the energy it took to carry around all this mass, plus I enjoyed eating. "Fatten me up, baby!" "Heck, I'll get you a whole pizza!" Freddy grinned, patting my "belly" gently, feeling how taut and full my udder was. "Make it one with the works then!" I chuckled making my boobs and udder quake in my clothes. We both had to put our hands on my jiggling bulges to slow down the motion. "Be right back, babygirl," Freddy said getting up and heading towards the food counter. I hummed happily, sucking the pizza sauce off my messy fingers. I awkwardly reached for my soda pop, taking little sips because big ones sometimes caused problems with me. I was still in all respects a "balloon girl," that condition was still yet another I had to contend with and worry about though THAT hadn't flared up very often. To make matters worse, after my strange alien pregnancy, I had become a magnet for balloons and…well…that was a stranger one still that we weren't altogether fully versed in. Either way, I still watched how I consumed BUBBLY things. "Mmmm," I hummed setting the glass of pop down on the table. I was very happy in my current state, larger than life and content. I placed my hands on my "belly," rubbing it lovingly. The sensations from the caressing felt very good, sending tingles throughout my body. My nipples (connected to my big breasts) grew from the stimulation below, pushing out against the white light top I was wearing, making prominent lime-sized protrusions in my top. "Mmmmmm," I moaned again, then suddenly squeaked. "OH!" There was a slight rumble in my udder and breasts…I was hoping it didn't outwardly show though I felt myself wobble a little in my seat. "Oh no! Not now! Not here!" I said gasping, feeling my already filled-out clothing begin to tighten, along with my packed bras, as unbelieveable as I thought it was, I began to grow. I felt my already massively full udder and breasts begin to expand. My bulging "belly" pushed out, pushing against the edge of the table, pushing me slowly away from the tables edge. With the expanse of my huge udder, it pushed up my breasts, pushing my boobs up against and over my chin and mouth so I couldn't call out to my lover Freddy. The chair I sat upon creaked as it took on more and more weight of my growing self. I glanced around nervously, noticing people take notice of me and my blossoming attributes. I glanced over to where Freddy stood in line at the food counter, hoping he'd PLEASE PLEASE look my way. There was a long line up there and he was patiently waiting his turn. The seams of my "maternity" shirt and bottoms began to slowly rip as my super-sized boobs and udder swelled and filled them out more and more. My bra straps (all straps from both bras) became increasingly tighter. "Oh gosh, I'm…I'm going to explode," I cried softly to myself as I puffed up larger and larger. Suddenly everything just stopped. I held my breath, afraid if I moved I would continue to expand. Nothing happened and I just sat there, so big and my "belly" so large, it had pushed me away from the table so I couldn't get my drink or anything. People sitting close by talked amongst each other, whispering and looking my way. A few minutes later, Freddy returned to the table, sitting down and putting the large full-sized pizza on the table before he even looked at me and realized something had happened. "Helia? Babygirl? What happened?" Freddy exclaimed. "I don't know. I was just sitting here and suddenly I just started filling up and out," I told him as I eyed the fresh hot pizza with ALL the toppings sitting on the table. Of course, I couldn't reach it now. "Are you in any pain? Do you need to be milked?" Freddy, always concerned whenever I had one of my "episode," said taking my hand and kissing it. "Actually, no…I feel fine. I think we can continue our shopping but…I will definitely need to be milked when we get home." I smiled at him, knowing he'd like that idea because I enjoyed being milked so much (and it was such a turn on for me) that it usually led to other things. "Now," I said looking at the pizza. "Feed your growing babygirl. I'm starved." END...or just the beginning?