giantessmania

When you leave your office, you find her at the fridge. You see her shorts discarded on the couch as you walk over.

You brace yourself for a sight that’s undoubtedly going to fuel many dreams and thoughts in the coming days, but that still doesn’t prepare you for how absolutely gargantuan she looks when you turn the corner.

“Hey babe,” she says over her shoulder before turning back to the contents of the fridge, “I’m feeling like pizza tonight.”

She shifts her weight from one leg to the other, prompting an monumental jiggle in her ass cheeks you could wrote odes about.

You swallow the thick lodge in your throat. Good god, she might as well not be wearing those panties.

“Babe? Didja’ hear me? How you feeling about pizza?”

That shakes you from your trance. “Pizza? We just did groceries. Shouldn’t we finish off…” you trail off when you see the contents of the fridge. It’s half-empty already. “Emma what the hell-”

She turns from the fridge and for the first time you see that the difference in her appearance isn’t just in her ass. She’s taller too.

“What can I say, I’m a growing girl.” She fingers the lining of her panties, which are fraying at the edge and pulled so tight they’re digging into her skin. “Honestly I don’t even know why I bothered with this.”

“Emma, you’re huge.”

“Well duh. I’m growing. Didn’t you get that?” she smacks her butt and the quake that follows is more tsunami-like than ripple. “I just can’t seem to get the rest of me to keep up with my big ass here though. It’s just all going straight there.”

The fridge door hangs open, and you can see the gooseflesh along her skin rise at the outpouring cold. There’s too much of her.

“So, pizza?” she says, bringing the topic back on track.

“What happened to our food?” you ask, because this can’t be happening. She can’t have gorged herself on all of it already. It’s been one day.

She licks her lips and your eyes fellow her tongue’s path. God, you wonder what it’d feel like right now, her mouth on you.

“I ate it,” she replies. “Look babe, I don’t think you’re really getting it. I’m really hungry. Like, ravenous, will-suck-your-dick-if-it-means-getting-some-cum-down-my-throat level hungry. I only haven’t because well, you’ve been holed up in your office all day and I’m trying to be discreet.”

“Discreet?! Emma, you’re ass is bigger than my couch! What the fuck have you been eating to cause that?”

“Everything.” She fixes you with a stare that penetrates you to your very core and you realize quite suddenly that her dick-sucking joke isn’t a joke. “God, babe, I just want to be bigger than this. When I started gaining weight and it all started showing in my ass I just wanted to equalize it and-”

Her stomach gurgles and she frowns, putting a hand on her belly.

“Oh, oh!” Her face brightens. “Oh hell yes. It’s happening!”

As if on cue, she doubles over, gripping the fridge door to keep herself from collapsing. She begins to pant, even as her knees turn weak and wobbly, while her other hand travels between her legs.

“Fuuuuck,” she moans. It comes out so lewd whatever reservations you have are blown away by the need in her voice. “Oh god yes. Fuck, I’m growing. I’m growing baby. My tits, my ass, my height I- oh god I think I could cum from this.”

She throws her head back and you stare at the absolute show she’s putting on. Her boobs stretch the front of her shirt to ridiculous proportions and beyond even bent over there’s no mistaking the slow, gradual increase in overall mass as her height rises above yours easily. Soon, you have to look up at her and her ongoing growth.

“Noooo~” she cries as it finishes. Her face is flush and sweaty and you immediately tell she hasn’t reached completion. “Fuck. No. I was- I was so close!”

She’s taller than you. Taller than the fridge. Taller than the goddamn cabinets. You’re acutely reminded of just how much food you’d bought recently, and just how empty the fridge looked now. You had trouble believing she’d eaten it all before, but now, looking at her completely overwhelming big she was, it isn’t so hard to believe.

Her frustration doesn’t last long though, because she remember you there, staring up in awe and arousal. A hungry, gleam enters her face.

“Hey baby,” Emma says innocently. She closes the fridge door and moves in front of it. It doesn’t even come up to her navel anymore. “Remember what I said earlier?”

“Uhh…you’re…gonna’ have to remind me.” She’s said a lot of things so far, and especially just now. Many of them pleas of “Fuck” and “God yes” and you are still wrapping your brain around just many ways she could say that and sound so sexy with each one.

“I’m talking about the part where I really want to suck your cock,” she says, getting down on her knees. She’s still taller than you, a fact your cock enthusiastically enjoys. “Y’know the part where I just want to swallow your cum - really fucking drain you baby - and grow even bigger.”

Bigger?!

“Yeah,” she says, crawling slowly on her knees even as you backpedal slowly until you reach the counter behind you. “I have a feeling it’ll work. Your cum, my body, and just me getting bigger again. Like, big enough to just eat everything in the house.”

You have a feeling she already could if she put her mind to it.

“C’mon,” she pouts, deftly pulling at your zipper with one magnified hand, “don’t you want to cum in big, sexy mouth? Don’t you want me happy?” She puts a hand to her gut. “I want you so bad~.”

Your answer dies in your throat as she finally frees your cock from the confines of your shorts.

“There we go,” she says, puckering her lips. “Oh, and you’re so hard too. Here let me take care of that for you.”

And then sweet oblivion takes over as her lips meet the head of your cock and all reservations are thrown out the window.

“Mmmmf….god….you taste so good, baby” she says, in between sloppy slurps. “I just know you’re gonna’ make me so big.”

It doesn’t take long for the first of many orgasms to come. It’s so intense you even pull out accidentally and get some on her face.

“Now why- mmmf fuck it’s starting - would you do that?” she asks playful. She dabs at her face and begins to delicately suck the strands to her digits. “I don’t want to waste a single drop of this.”

Behind her, her ass begins to grow…

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“The game’s called Touch Me,” she says. Your wife sits up against the bed, her lingerie strapped nice and securely to her chest. “It’s….well, it’s pretty easy. Just follow along.”

“Okay,” you say, striding in the room behind her. You close the door and hear it click shut. “I’m a little creeped out, but okay.”

Her grin is saucy and mischievous. “Don’t worry so much, it’s pretty fun.”

“Whatever you say, dear.”

“More than you know,” she mutters under her breath, but you don’t question it. “Okay, come here. Don’t be shy.”

You walk closer, still a little unnerved.

“I don’t bite.” She laughed, throwing her hair over her shoulder. Then she adds, “Much.”

“Honey…”

“You’re no fun,” she chides, but she’s still smiling so there must be something about this she finds amusing. “Fine, fine, let’s start. Touch me.”

You wait, and then you realize that wasn’t her saying the name of the game again, but a command. “What, like now?”

“No, next Tuesday.” She rolls her eyes and this time there is a semblance of annoyance. “Of course I mean now. Really, honey. I promise you’ll like what happens.”

Swallowing the sudden frog that gets lodged in your throat you reach out with one hand and hold her hand.

Her laugh is the thing of dreams. “Okay, either you’re really just this sweet, or you’re more worried about my game than you let on.”

You shrug, but don’t deny it. Her laughs send a small shudder through her, rippling in ways you know aren’t meant to be innocent. The strap of her bra seems to twang between her shoulder and boob more rapidly than you remember.

“Are your boobs…bigger?” you say, entirely without thinking. 

“Not quite.” She cups one lace-covered boob and shakes it, tempting. “Why? Do you want them to be?”

“Of course.”

You clamp a hand over your mouth, ready to apologize for insinuating you think they even should get bigger when you stop, seeing the mirthful shakes of her chest.

“Easy hun, I’m not mad.” She winks at you instead and, in a scene straight out of a bodice-ripper, she puts a finger to her lips, sucks on it, and then traces a line from the top of her cleavage down, a thin trail of spit drawing the eye. “You’ve never been subtle about it.”

Wow. Fuck. The way those tits moved…the ember in your gut turns hotter, warmer. You can feel yourself stir in your pants but make no move to acknowledge it.

“Touch me,” she says, softer but firmer than before.

This time you don’t shy away. You step in front of her and palm the outer fabric of one cup of her bra. You rub your thumb along the outside material, smooth as silk, but still easy to feel the warmth of her breasts. A small nub makes you pause, but running your thumb over it makes your wife gasp that sexy pleased gasp she loves.

She looks up at you, sensual and dark hunger clouding her eyes.

“Mmm, good boy,” she purrs. The words wrap around you, straightens your posture, and plants a promising kiss on the tip of your cock. “Finally getting into it then?”

She places a hand against your hips, pulling you closer. You are struck with the realization that she is the perfect altitude to suck you off, if only your pants weren’t still on.

But…wait….that’d never been the case before. Something feels strange, like your perspective is off by a point of reference it never knew it used.

The way she looks up at you wipes away all doubts you have.

She licks her lips, tongue escaping her petite mouth and tracing the upper and lower lips. You know, somehow, that even though she’d never managed before she could probably fit the whole head of your cock in her mouth now.

Your vision swim on the outside of your peripherals.

“Kiss me,” she utters. It comes out like a prayer but it rings like a command because there’s nothing you won’t do for her now.

She grabs you by the shirt, pulling you down, your struggle briefly at the sudden action but her lips taste like honey and there’s somehow so much to her mouth that it’s a fight not to throw yourself atop her and kiss her senseless.

“Touch me,” she says, in between kisses and rising for air. Her hands guide yours down from her shoulders where you’d been supporting yourself to her tits and though you briefly worry about pushing her down or hurting her, there’s so much your hands just sink in.

Her tits are definitely bigger. Somehow.

Your back hurts less than you expected from bending down so much and one brush of your thumbs against the material, brushing against her nipple-

“Fuck yes, baby,” she gasps, cupping your head. “Shrink for me.”

-sends an lust intoxicated message of Yes yes yes straight down the runway of brain to cock and it’s all you can do not to just fall into her.

You’re not bending down as much as you expected. Her mouth, her tits, her body….they just seem so big.

She breaks the kiss again, and you shake your head instinctively, looking to the side to establish orientation but her grip on your stays strong. Surprisingly strong.

She looks you in the eyes, punch drunk on lust, love, and something else, and you know it’s the same thing reflecting from your own.

“Touch me,” she says, pleads, begs. “Touch me, baby.”

Your hands travel from her tits to her hips. It’s a bizarre experience feeling them wider apart than you expected.

An arc, a zap of something passes between you two, and your wife gasps and you can see the absolute visible strain of her boobs against her lingerie. It’s then that you realize that you’re no longer bending down, but completely level with her, while standing.

Your mind feels like cotton as you process this idea. You recall the words she’d just said. Something…something about…

“Do you like them?” your wife says, pressing her tits together and groaning briefly. “Do you like how b-big they are, honey?”

Her tits seem to swell up and out at you. You go to grope one on instinct but her hands clamp down on both of yours, keeping you firmly entrenched, her legs on both sides and your hands on her hips. Which seemed to be making more and more of an impression in the mattress….

Your wife grunts, moves, and unclips her brassiere with one hand. Jiggalicious boobs fill your vision.

“Want to touch them?” she whispers. “Want to touch my big, big, boobies again, honey?”

“Y-yes.”

At some point you’d removed your pants. Or maybe they’d just slid off. You are feeling awfully slim.

Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter because when she grabs your hard member all thoughts except for her jump into a volcano. She jerks you, once, and you can’t help the noise of helpless desire that leaves you.

The other hand cups one of her tits again, this time, as if offering it out to you. Her nipple is hard and appetizing and your mouth waters.

“Suck me.” It’s not a request. Her voice lowers into a loving coo. “Be a good boy, and suck my huge boobies, honey.”

Despite the phrasing, how much it turns you on, and the still prevailing questions, you pop her nipple into your mouth - what the fuck how were here tits level with your head - and suck.

She throws her head back and moans. “Fuuuuuck, yes, do it baby, fucking suck me. Suck my tits and- and-” the grip she has on your cock is absolute and you can’t help the buck and thrust of your hips into her hand. “Aww honey, you’re so fucking small.”

The word stops you momentarily, wrenching you from your bliss. Against every instinct, you release her nipple and gently push yourself away from her. You realize instantly the only reason you do is because she lets you.

What….what the fuck…

“I’m so big,” she says, admiring her body. It’s true, she’s somehow become…more. More woman. More wife. More her. “You made me so big, baby.”

You are still painfully hard but that doesn’t stop you from gaping. 

She stands above you. Well above you. Her previously large boobs, already well above average, hang from her her chest down to her navel, literally nothing but enormous fleshy pillows full of milk if the thin white stream leaking down her front and your gullet was any indication.

Her head brushes the top of the ceiling, a fucking eight foot tall ceiling and she’s sitting down, and her hips and thighs have overtaken the entirety of the bed. The front edge of it sink pitifully down, helpless to support such a large specimen of woman.

And you, you are…nothing. Well, not nothing. But you are half the size- no less, less than half your size. You can barely see over the edge of the already dangerously sinking mattress and the only reason you’d still been able to suck her tit, her nipple so big it almost took up your whole mouth, was because her tits were just that massive.

“H-How?” you croak, after taking it all in.

Your wife looks down at you and you are stunned with how much you want to just stop. Stop and forget and please her immensity.

She curls her finger at you in a ‘come hither’ gesture.

“Touch me.”

You step forward once more, servant to your body’s wants. Your hand reaches up…but fails to touch her immense tit.

You’re still shrinking.

Not to be stopped by this you rush close to the edge of the bed. You throw your hand up over the edge, scrabbling for purchase and skim across something wet, precious and perfect. A rolling maelstrom of sheer lust rolls down your wife’s body and there, encompassed by boob, leg and more woman than you ever dreamed of, you realize you’re never leaving.

She picks up, easily. She doesn’t bring you up to her face or anything so so mundane. She squats up, off the bed briefly, and then drops you in the same spot she’d been sitting in.

Ass like a mountain fills your vision before you are pinned with the weight of your wife, her body growing atop you and yours shrinking…shrinking….shrinking….

“Fuck,” she lets out, a susurrus of want and desire. “Kiss me.”

Her pussy is right atop you. It grinds against your body like a ride but you are unable to do anything about pushing her off. So, instead you do the only thing you can and pucker your lips, sloppily kissing every part of her your can, which isn’t much.

“Fuck. Yes. Good boy. Fuck.”

The words are all around you now. You don’t even know if it’s stopped, you just want to do more.

“Sh-shrink,” your wife says. Orders. “Shrink for - fuck - me, baby.”

You swallow and your heart skips a bit. More?

“Please,” she begs. “Shrink. Shrink. Shrink for me…”

Unbidden, your body begins to comply. Her ass cheeks grow huger and huger until suddenly you find yourself breathing easier and easier. The shape atop you, the sheer mass of pure sex and woman, grind and moans.

And then wetness touches your cheeks. Sweet, tantalizing, an ambrosia of dreams.

“Now,” she says, panting, “Fuck me, baby.”

You don’t even have to guess how, as she rises, squats over you, and then, angling herself just right, lowers her immense pussy over your tiny, diminutive body.

______________________________

“Uh, yeah?”

She smiled sweetly, well, as sweetly as a woman more than twice your size could. Faux innocence underlined her next question. “And did you think to read the label?”

“Of course I did!”

“Did you really?”

“Well…”

She stood well above you now, her tits swelled out to the point where all she could cover with her towel were the lower half of them.

You two were having this conversation on separate floors. You stood on the second, looking up at her from the bannister railing, and still she was looking down at you.

“I knew it,” she said flatly. “You didn’t. You didn’t read the fucking label.” Red crept up her body and you watched her nearly double over. “F-fuck. I’m so…so… horny…”

“What’s the problem?” you asked, aware of how your dream fantasy stood not even six feet away from you. “You always said you wanted to live out my fantasy.”

“Y-yeah! When I could - fuck me, fuck, am I still growing? - when I could fit in the house!” A low guttural sound of hunger escaped her. “I’m w-way too big to get out now.”

She grabbed you, before you could answer. Her single hand wrapped around your entire torso and pulled you close, between a valley of boobs.

You’d been just about to take your own shower, so you were already naked. Being rubbed up against her massive, growing body was rapidly driving you crazy.

“You won’t outgrow the house!” you said, aware of the pound of her heartbeat and the litany of quiet but audible mewls of please and fuck escaping her. “I may not have read the label, but I know the dose! It only worked on skin contact so I know I had to get it right…”

“Y-you f-fucker,”

A keen of desperate pleasure escaped her and you were suddenly, vividly aware that she’d curled up on the floor of the atrium, you tucked between her tits, and was touching herself.

Shit, she was enormous. Thirty feet tall easy. More maybe. You were just glad for tall ceilings.

“You f-fucker,” she said, more horny than anything. It came out more like a plea. “I was talking about the bottle of shampoo!” A cry of ecstasy erupted from her lips, and she pressed her boobs together.

Your world became tit. After a few seconds you became able to breathe, suddenly and acutely aware of how close to your own orgasm you were.

“What about it?” you asked, helpless to how huge she was. Definitely got the dosage wrong.

“That wasn’t shampoo,” she said, a gurgle of something emerging throughout her body. Slowly, you felt her begin to grow once more. “That was bubble bath!”

You let the words sink in deep.

“…fuck.”

The house began to creak. Pressure enveloped you as her tits pressed in in the close quarters.

“You better fucking hope you make good dildo when I’m done growing,” she yelled, her voice crescendoing into a roar near the end as beams split in two and the earth shook with ever second. “Or you’re going to learn! Fuuuuu-”

_____________________

Enjoy this quick little thing!

I refuse to shrink back and be small and meek.

You can’t contain me.

I’m going to be in your face.

You won’t look down on me.

I’ll just get bigger…

And bigger…

Day 1

Expand Your Horizons! Rise Above Yourself! Get Your Dream Bod Now!

You think it’s a load of crock, but for some reason she doesn’t. She looks at the flier for a full minute, her eyes hazy and biting her lip like she’s actually considering the implications.

The night she receives the flier she stands in the bedroom doorway, pressing her back against the frame. Her lips curl in a wicked grin as she makes a quick mark where the top of her head reaches.

“What, you expecting big changes in the future?” you’d ask.

“Something like that.”

Day 7

Your wife has been nothing but secretive since she received that weird flier in the mail.

But now, watching her stand in that same doorway as before, pen marking a line at least a few inches above where she started a week ago, it’s hard to deny the changes you’ve been seeing gather in her body since.

“They’re…so…jiggly!” she says, grabbing at her chest like she hasn’t seen breasts before in her life. “Holy fuck, I’m huge now!”

“You were already pretty big before,” you point out. It’s like being shoved out of a picture frame, with how little attention she pays to you.

“Seriously, I could fit your whole face between this puppies.” As if to demonstrate this she turns and shakes her chest. Your brain briefly short-circuits, going from zero to TITS in point two seconds flat.

“Gurk,” you say, your most intelligent addition to the conversation thus far.

“And this ass,” your wife says, either trying for homicide or just plain enthralled with her own body. She turns around and bends down, each cheek bouncing up and down like a pair of maracas. “Seriously, I’ve never had an ass like this in my life.”

Your eyes trace it all, burning the image into your mind lest you wake up and this dream fade away into dust. Her ass seems to visibly bulge out  in her yoga pants the longer she bends down, torturing the poor seams and lycra to the edge of nonexistence.

In fact…

“Honey, I can see your panties.”

Still hands on her ankles, practically shoving her ass in your face, she turn. Another thing the flier was probably responsible for: how mind-rending flexible she now was.

The look she gives you pins you in place, and it’s like the world slows down just for you to maximize your appreciation of her slow-growing smirk.

“Can you?” she says, voice curling around you more primitive brain and telling you to pay attention, in all the ways that mattered. “Is there anything else you can see?”

Words you can’t even remember die on your throat.

There’s no denying how utterly fucking massive she’s is now. She doesn’t say it, but you’re fairly sure she’s still growing as well. Somehow.

“Want to touch?” she says, standing upright, sashaying closer. You’re sitting on the edge of your shared bed, but even accounting for that you feel like you’re being stalked by something much larger and infinitely more dangerous. “You want to touch big fat ass, honey? Or maybe my tits?”

Both? Can the answer be both?

She puts a hand under your chin and guides your face up, where it only reaches level with her navel know.

“You look very cute like this,” she teases. Something passes between you two, some unspoken realization. “I think I like being the bigger one.”

You think you do too.

Day 25

You can’t remember the last time your thoughts aren’t dominated in some fashion or other by your wife.

“I’m so big,” she murmurs, writhing in the bed. She is so fucking massive she took up the entirety of the king bed all by herself now. “God, I’m huge. Enormous. Look at me, baby.”

You do. You can’t not look at her. It’s like there’s a gravitational force yanking your stare to her enormous body over and over again.

“See my ass?” she says. Commands. “See how big I am? All for you.”

You can’t even sleep on the mattress anymore. Every night she just…holds you. In her arms. In between a pair of tits as large as your torso. There are nights you wake, finding yourself putting one of her nipples in your mouth, or just helplessly hard and pressed against her giant, growing body.

You’re painfully unsure of when it happened, everything is lost amidst a sea of tits and ass and a ravenous wife who’s joked about face-sitting recently and probably not as a joke anymore.

“Won’t you touch me?” she says. She still has yoga pants. God knows why. Nothing else fits. She just likes to break them, strand by strand, fraying them to the point of uselessness. “Won’t you touch my ass, that I got all big just for you baby?”

Standing on the floor in the first time for what feels like days, you stare at her, at how impossibly thick she’s gotten, how massive she’s still getting, and how much your own body loves this.

“Touch me,” she whispers. Begs. “Please. You know it feels good when you do. I- I love it when my shrunken hubby touches me. It makes me feel - hnrrrg - so big. So sexy.”

Another new development. Shrinking. You are…shrinking. You’re not sure what causes it, not a single doctor even believed you when you talked about it over the phone, and it’s not like you can even open doors at your stature. At this size, you’re barely the size of your wife’s calf, and she refuses to let you out of her sight.

“Mmmf - fuck - I’ll take care of you,” your wife says. You see a hand of hers snake down the front of her pants, ready to play with the wet spot where her pussy met cloth. “I’ll make you feel so good. Do you want a blowjob baby? Want to just cum in my mouth like a good boy?”

The door’s right there. It’s three feet away, hanging open, and made useless so fast from her repeated notches. You aren’t able to touch the door hinge anymore, but she left the door open for you, as a kindness.

“Don’t you like being good for me?” she whines. “I promise baby, I’ll do anything. I’ll grow. I’ll grow so fucking big you I could just cover you with my tits.” You take an unconscious step forward. “And then you’d be so small to me. Tiny.”

She exhales in frustration, and you can see her clutch the sheets in her massive hands that absolutely could grab you, encompass your whole face and shove it against her cunt because that’s how huge she was now. Her hand is stronger, larger than you can resist.

But she doesn’t.

“Please.”

The door is right there. It’ll be there later. And tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow.

The sound she makes when you climb the bench at the end of the bed and stand on your tiptoes, putting a single hand against the oppressive heat of her body is positively orgasmic.

“Fuck yes,” she gasps. “Fuck yes, baby. Gooooooood hubby.”

Your other hand comes up to massage her cheeks, sending her into a ululation of pleased mewls and desperate yes that is music all on their own.

And right then, you feel it. A stirring that starts deep in your body and seems to move right out of you. Into her.

Her ass literally bubbles up in your hand, expanding faster and larger than anything you ever expected before. The fabric of her yoga pants turns translucent and you’re so stunned you even miss the precious downswing of your sightline, falling further and further beneath the immensity of her body.

Your wife cries out, majestic and just plain titanic. You can’t see over her enormous body, it literally blots your sight and Jesus fuck she edges back just a little, almost pushing you off the bed. 

“Oh god, oh god, oh yes. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckbabytouchmegrowmefuck-”

Her ass - whether through simple growth or her losing control - backs into you once more and the reaction that overtakes you is electric. You lean into her, shove your face against her cunt, lapping at the delicious juices you can still taste through the fabric.

Fuck these yoga pants, you think.

“Shrink,” she says, asking insomuch as ordering. “Shrink. Shrink smaller. Be mine. My tiny hubby. Fucking shrink.”

As if in response to her words your body betrays you and loses just that precious bit more.

At the end of it she says thoughts you both share plainly, “I’m so…big.”

Day ?

You think about the early days. 

About the time when your wife was simply bigger than you and you could still fuck like normal. About how good it felt to fuck her raw and make her so happy when you came again and again inside her.

You think about how large you thought she was back then. About the blissed out look of pleasure and love you both donned whenever finished your vigorous fuck sessions.

You think back to those days and realize how much a fool you were.

Slick and pussy juices entirely cover you as your body is dragged in and out of the most wonderful place in the world and you’re helpless to stop it. At best, she leaves you one free hand to touch yourself with, but you don’t even take that, so entranced by the pussy walls surrounding you continually.

“Fuck!” she cries out, practically a county away for how massive she is to you. “Fuck! God, baby, yes, yes! So small, such a small little fucktoy hubby!”

You hold your breath and reach out blindly as she shoves you so deep you’re inside entirely. Dark, powerful walls enclose around you like a hermetic seal and you basically cum a little from how absolute she is to you.

Your roaming fingers brush against a particular spot and suddenly you can’t breathe with how your wife clenches around you.

“Again,” you hear in the distance. “Again. Do that - fuck - again.”

You comply. Within seconds you’re straining to stay conscious, but still you press on, desperate because this is her and she is so big, how could you not please her?

And just as you think you’re going to pass out, you feel the change the shift in her that might as well be a volcanic eruption because it is even better than one. Your shoulder cracks from how viciously she clenches around you, a whole-body experience more intense and better than any regular fucking.

“-uuuuuuuuck!” your wife gasps, taking a breath and then continuing, “Fuuuu-”

When it ends, eventually, an eternity later, she extricates you from her still twitching opening more gentle and caring like she was afraid of hurting you.

You both found out early on how much more durable you now are.

She drops you atop the slope of one of her mountainous tits, not noticing how hard you still are and how you eye the far off peak of her other boob.

“That was…so good,” she says, her face in that special cross of horny, blissful, and loving. “Fuck. You really know how to make a wife feel special, baby.”

You blush. Proudly, you say, “You are special.”

“Flatterer,” she teases, blowing a Porsche sized kiss down at you. “But don’t think I’ve forgotten about you.”

Shyness grips you, even though you have no reason to be. Not after what you two just did. “I’m fine!” you say, waving your hands.

“No, you’re not.” She frowns. “I can see your cute cock like this, honey.”

“I…err…” Your cock stands at attention, seemingly emboldened by her attention.

“Unless you want to jerk off onto my tits and have me pretend I don’t notice like last time?”

You stop. Stop and fully let the words sink in. “You…uh, caught that?”

“Silly boy,” she chides, but it’s love in her words all the same. “Of course I did. I’m gigantic, not blind.”

“…sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” she laughs, “Be horny. Come here, baby. I’ve been feeling a little parched.”

She plucks you before you can protest, and drops you onto her face. she parts her lips and though you make an effort to push off and not make a big deal out of this, she parts her lips open and maneuvers you just enough that your cock enters her waiting lips, and- fuck.

“Good boy,” she murmurs after inciting the wondrous temptation. “After this, I’m taking you to meet the other girls. They’re all very excited to meet you. Now baby, do this for me.”

You buck and thrust helplessly against lips and mouth and woman so colossal it’s all you can do.

“Cum.”

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Had a lot of fun with this one, in case it’s not obvious! Much thanks to @squidkidatx​ for providing the images!

“You’re still shrinking.”

“I know.”

“Susan’s gonna’ be here in an hour.”

“I know.”

“You- fucking dammit, Trent!” She slams her fist on the table in frustration. Her string bikini is being eaten alive by her growth, but her agitation causes a visible surge in her slow but steady stretch. “Stop staring at my ass! Stop gawking at my tits! That’s only going to make you shrink more.”

“I can’t help it!” you say. “No matter where I look there’s just something right there, in my face, and I can’t help it. When that witch said the spell would make social occasions uncomfortable, I thought she meant like, a constant boner or something!” Your wife purses her lips and the effect combined with her current taller-than-you-by-a-foot-sitting-down look, causes you to gulp and feel another inch or two fall away. “Not this!”

“Oh really?” She looks down pointedly at your crotch, which visibly tents the front of your now over-sized swimsuit. “Because that’s not nothing I’m looking at. She said the spell works based on your arousal. You’re enjoying this!”

“I’m not going to apologize for being attracted to you,” you defend.

“That’s sweet. Inconvenient, but sweet.” Your wife rocks back in her seat as if struck, before leaning against the table, gripping the edges. “Fuck. Fuck. Why- why does it have to feel so good when I’m growing?”

The bottom of her top, already so strained as to be irreparable, rides up her chest further. Soon, the top that had started a little loose around her waist stretches across her whole chest and doesn’t show signs of stopping.

Your swimsuit falls to the ground as you lose the last valiant inch around your waist that’d been holding it up - even by the tightest you could tie those strings.

“St-stop,” your wife orders. “You k-keep - oh god, it’s so good - shrinking and making me grow. I’m getting too big!”

She is. The metal chair she sits in cries pitifully as mass just seems to flow outward from her, filling available space faster than she can shift in her seat to fit. Soon her hips are so overpoweringly massive that she’s stuck, the sides of her gargantuan legs keeping her trapped in the metal frame.

“…I’m trapped,” she says faintly. She’s spread across the table, her own tits, serving as cushions, but you can see the tremble and twitch of her legs as her arousal is still live and active. “Fuck. Fuck. Trent when I get out of here-”

You step in close, mesmerized. At this height, you’re just about as tall as her seat. Her ass fills your vision like some high definition plasma tv, showcasing every goosebump, every tight press of her bikini that you’d dreams of but never dared voice.

Your wife jerks in her seat, and you can see the enormity before you expand further, to the realm of the truly ridiculous.

“Please,” your wife begs. The whine in her voice is more real than anything you’d heard. “Please. Please please please - fuck I’m so big - please Trent, just do something. Anything.”

You’re quickly losing height, and time is running out. Susan was indeed going to be here soon and there was no chance she wouldn’t have questions, but the least you could do was get your wife out of her current predicament.

You can’t stop yourself from grabbing a handful of the most delicious ass you’d ever seen, not even in your dreams, and the intense reaction your wife releases, a long dirty moan that could fuck for hours straight, is enough to take away a full three inches of your remaining height. You stumble out of the increasingly massive tent that used to be your swimsuit, practically tripping over the waistband on your way out, and make your way around the front of the seat.

Her thighs are fucking enormous. Literally thicker than watermelons, and expanding at a slow, painful process the longer she’s stuck in her chair. You’d seen trucks with less horsepower than her now, but the metal siding continues to bite into her skin, and your wife seems paralyzed by the arousal and the position.

Her hands are grasping futilely at the space between her legs, but she’s grown so large she can’t even spread them for her to relieve her arousal, leaving her helpless and at the mercy of this spell.

“Small,” she says, spotting you through the grating of the table. Her tits obscure most of the view you have of her but you can still make out her eyes, wild and horny, “So small. I could fuck your whole body if I could just…get…out!”

She shakes and groans. It sounds like if a mountain got horny, but really all you can think of is how earth-shattering it’ll be when she’s even bigger.

She whimpers, and one hand comes up to pinch a nipple and the resultant noise could make a statue cum on command. “God, I’m so - oooh fuck me - pissed with you! Why’d you have to flip that witch off?”

You open your mouth to answer but are instantly cut off.

“No, I don’t care!” Frustration echoes through her voice as her shirt finally splits at the front, releasing a two titanic globes of boob onto the table spread. “Just fix it! Fix it, fuck me, I don’t care what you do, don’t-” she arcs her back and you can see her attempt to grinding herself against her seat, “-just leave me here, little man!”

An idea comes to you. It’s probably a very bad idea, but considering the time constraint and both of your own states it’s the best you can think of.

“Pick me up!” you yell, dodging a quick thrashing of her legs as she kicks one foot out in apparent ecstasy. You walk around to just below the side of the chair - holy shit how had she not just broken out of it by now she was utterly gigantic - and raise your arms up, signalling.

She yanks you from the ground like a doll, her entire fist wrapping around you. You really are small enough to serve as a human dildo to her. You can’t tell if that’s fear or arousal rising up in your gut but it doesn’t matter.

She holds you in her open palm like a toy, and you can’t help the gasp at seeing her face so large it encompasses everything. You’re shrinking far faster than anticipated.

“Small, so small,” she says, licking her lips. It’s hard to tell if it’s her speaking or the horniness but you can’t fault her either way. She’s gigantic and only going to grow bigger. “Oh god, Trent honey. I want- I want-” a rolling shudder rises and she trembles, lips parted sexily, “-I want!”

There’s no time to respond because then she brings her palm to her face, more specifically her mouth and you’re not sure how she gets the angle and position right on the first shot, but her lips, each the size of large furniture to you, wrap around your cock.

You buck your hips and and fall to putty in her her hand. It’s not a blowjob, not when you can’t even reach past the threshold of her mouth, but it’s daunting and impossibly good all the same. Your thoughts melt into a haze of desire and lust and you soon fall into the motion, wrapping your arms around her massive mouth and thrusting, jerking, fucking her fucking huge mouth like it’s all you were ever good for.

A guttural moan escapes your wife’s mouth and it grabs hold of your monkey brain like a vise.

“I want to cum,” she says, pulling you away from your personal nirvana. “Fuck. Smaller. I want you smaller. Get in me, little man. Get in my pussy. Fuck your wife. Fuck me good like I deserve because god I’m too big and horny now to give a flying fuck about how stupid you were in getting that cursed.”

You’re about to ask how you’re going to do that with her legs trapped together in the chair when the howl of metal bending and reaching its limits pierces the fog of your brain and your wife crashes to the floor. You fall from her grip and tumble down her enormous canyon of a chest as she braces her fall. The impact could be registered on the Richter scale for all you know, but that doesn’t matter because your world is soon engulfed in boob.

You slide down the perfect cleavage, and a momentary opening lets you sneak in between her massive tits, before it closes and you’re covered in softness and warmth that will leave you insane.

Everything around you is boob and titflesh. You hear the thunder drum heartbeat somewhere around you and it’s like you’ve been subsumed by your wife’s massive body.

“So big,” she cooes, and your breath is taken away as the already cramped space between her boobs is shrunken to near vacuum seal. “You fit so perfect there, baby. And I’m- I’m so big!”

“Wh-what about Susan!?” you cry out, a last gasp for sanity breaking through your shrink-addled mind. “She’s going to be here any second!”

A pause as the words seemed to sink in, and then you heard your wife giggle softly. “Then let her come,” she declares. “I’ve always wanted to be taller than her.”

And all around you, a veritable valley of woman, the walls of her boobs rise up around you as you shrink….and shrink…and shrink…

“You did this,” your wife says, her voice booming. Is that love or frustration pouring through? Both. Maybe both. “Just remember, this is all your fault.”

Another conversational beat passes.

“And I’m so glad. Now, baby, make me bigger and maybe I’ll finish what I started…but not before you make me cum!”

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Another fun little caption from the kick-ass @astorabound, who is a dang trooper at coming up with ideas. The original picture is one they submitted, while the other two are ones I scoured the internet for. I know they’re not technically all related, but it’s very hard to find something that captures the intent, y’know?

Oh, by the way, if anyone knows of any other good giantess/growth blogs I’d love to follow, let me know.

“There she grows again.” You said, quietly, your sigh transitioning into a chuckle at your terrible pun. You swore you could almost see her growing this time. Her lower half faster than her upper half. She lived in a cycle the past few days, one that she would surely repeat today. She would wake up, demand sex, almost painfully ride you in cowgirl position, grow, gorge herself on food, take a nap to let it all digest, grow, wake up and demand sex again, cowgirl once more (it was her favorite position), grow, and then sleep for an ungodly amount of time, slowly growing all throughout. Just the other day she was a tiny little thing, no height or curves to speak of, but now here she was, taking up an entire queen-sized bed by herself, her hips and ass wider than her entire torso, her thighs thick and round. It was probably a good thing she was only growing at a very slow rate, otherwise she wouldn’t be able to fit in the house let alone the bed… Both of you agreed that once she got to be too big you’d go back to that witch’s shop where you were sure this had all started. But… just how big is “too big”? Would you two be able to agree on-

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her waking up, “Mmmm, hey sexy, ready for our daily routine? I’ll be sure to be gentle again, wouldn’t want my little boyfriend to be crushed by my giant ass, would we? Wooould weee?” 

“-ake up.”

Light stings at your eyes.

“Shhh it’s okay, honey” a voice coos. “Just wake up. I’ve got a surprise for you~.”

It’s your wife, you register. She’s speaking softly, but for some reason she still comes in a little loud.

“Mmmfrg,” you manage.

A giggle. “Feeling sleepy after last night? Well, let me see what I can do about that.”

Something heavy lands on your chest, before drifting downwards. You open your eyes against the dawn’s light creeping in the room and shut them immediately. The weight on your body taps its way down, striking your bare abdomen gently.

“You were so good last night,” your wife whispers. It comes out like a valley wind, washing over you. She must be breathing right over you. “You gave me so much.”

The weight - her hand, you realize - stops right at your crotch. You instantly feel her breath on your cock and it stirs awake instantly.

“Look at you.” She lifts up the tip of your penis and you buck your hips, but something feels different. Is she using her hand or something else? “So hard for me already, aren’t you? Eager to give me more? Make me bigger?” She laughs. “I’m already so big. My boobies have gotten massive now.”

What is she talking about? Squinting, you groan and try to sit up, only for her to push you back down with surprising strength.

You squint your eyes open, grumbling. Something wet and soft wraps around the head of your cock and you stiffen instantly. The sensation is…you can barely fathom it.

“Shhh,” she says, breaking off. “You’re so hard. Let me - fuck, it’s starting - let me take care of you. Just…lay there. Enjoy yourself. Shrink.”

You miss that last word.

“Okay,” you mumble out. Her response is for that softness (is that her mouth? It feels different) returning and you thrust up unconsciously.

She lets you now. Where before you used to take up the entirety of her mouth and almost routinely gag her, you thrust up, expecting the moistness of her to inner cheeks you just hit a vacuum. Her tongue feels massive and folds itself around the underside contours of your shaft, stimulating everything past pleasure into nirvana.

“Fuck.” You bite your lip and reach down to grab the back of her head, but find your hands patted back by her surprisingly massive hand. Arcs of electric pleasure jolt out from your crotch, and you fall into a muted, weak bucking of hips. “Fuck. Honey, that- that feels really - holy shit what are you-”

Her humming suction of your cock breaks off once again and your treated to a long, sloppy lick that feels as good as any pussy. “Fuck, you taste good baby.”

She sounds louder. Your eyes are adjusting to the low, low light, but still all you can see is some large shape blocking your field of vision. At the very least you can tell she’s near - her scent, the smell of sex so good you’d lost your very memory of the night before - is suffusing.

Except…something does return. Something about size? You remember boobs so massive they filled your sight and a titfuck that seemed to fill more than just your lap.

“I’m so big now,” she says. “So big an horny for my little man. And you’re so small aren’t you?” Lick. “Such a small, shrunken hubby.” Lick lick. “But you still come so much don’t you? You have so much left in you. So much to grow me with. To fuck me into a real gigantic wifey.”

Alarm springs in you. You try to rise but you can’t. Her hand. One single hand of hers has your entire body pinned down. Her palm splays across your abdomen now, and you can feel the trickle of memories turn to a drizzle.

That’s right…your wife. She’d grown. She was fucking huge.

A long slurp and tonguing has you gasping in pleasure, revelation secondary.

“That’s right,” your wife continues. Her voice isn’t soft anymore, or rather it is, but you can tell the differences. It comes out louder, stronger, more sensual in a way that hooks your mind and demands your attention. “You want me to grow, baby. And for that you need to shrink. Shrink until you can fit between my tits. Shrink until I can fuck your whole body.”

At long last you can see. But what you see doesn’t make sense. Your wife…she’s enormous.

“That’s right.” She pulls off, torturing you with no release once again. “I’m massive, baby.” She gropes one massive, couch-size tit. “And you’re only going to make me bigger. Now shrink.”

You go rigid with pleasure at the word. Your cocks throbs painfully once, twice, and before you know it you lose control and-

Your wife’s mouth flashes to its place over you and you watch her swallow down everything. Within seconds, you can tell something’s changing.

“Mmm,” she says, the bed shifting and groaning. “God, yes. That was good, baby. But you still have more don’t you?”

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From a couple of submitted images by @squidkidatx​

“Just my girlfriend,” you say, because you’re a smart man. “Not that I’m complaining but shouldn’t we get to work? You’re the one who wanted to come together.”

Usually she stuck to cardio and light lifts, but recently that’d changed. Ever since she started lifting more, she’d been getting bigger and stronger at a ridiculous pace.

“Well, why don’t you show me what you usually do,” she says, grabbing her shaker bottle that she’d brought out with her. “I’m still getting used to all this. I’ll follow along and keep pace with my shorty boyfriend.”

“I’m not short,” you grumble. “You’re just freakishly taller. Somehow.”

“Sure thing,” she agrees. “And you didn’t tap out last night when I was on top because you couldn’t handle it anymore.”

She makes a pose in the mirror and you choke. It’s almost like you can see the spandex stretch before your eyes. Tying her hair up, she takes a quick swig from her shaker bottle, letting out with a satisfied sigh afterwards that sounds distinctly sexual.

“Gotta’ fuel up,” she says, winking. “Wouldn’t want to waste the special boost.” She pauses, and then a wicked gleam enters her eye. She offers the bottle, shaking it tantalizingly. “Want some?”

You hesitate. It’s true that compared to last week you are now the ‘short’ one in the relationship, and something had to account for your girlfriend’s freakish growth and gains. The other day you saw her sit down on a chair and have it just crash with her, and she’d laughed it off like she expected it.

(And she calls you a wimp for tapping out after last night?)

Still, her offering the drink seemed too easy. Too simple.

“Well?” She gives the bottle a shake. “It’s just to help with the workout, honey. My own special mix.”

You swallow and hesitate just a second longer before grabbing the bottle and taking a big gulp from it.

You immediately feel the tingle, a surge of something in your body.

“Good boy,” she purrs, and the sound dropkicks the residual worry out of your system. “Now, why don’t you show me your usual tricks around here. I want to see how much you bench.”

You show her your usual spot and take a couple minutes moving the weighted slabs onto the appropriate ends. You look around the gym, noting the freakishly early morning lull.

“I’ll spot you,” your girlfriend says. There’s a curve to her lips that implies so much you can’t unpack it just yet.

Right now, she looks like she could bench you.

You grip the bar with both hands, breathe in and out on the exhale you push and…nothing.

You don’t move it one iota.

You try once more, using every bit of strength you have, and still fail to budge it.

You blink up at the bar. That’s not right. You were definitely able to do this just the other day.

A face climbs into view. Your girlfriend, looking a mountain peak away from your position on the bench, seems amused. “You okay there, babe? Not too heavy for you?”

Your vision swirls. It almost looks like she’s getting farther away from you.

“Just-just give me a sec,” you say, psyching yourself up. She is throwing you off, just by being there. Her growth over the week was one thing, but to have her wave that ass in your face earlier like that, she’s a walking talking distraction and you can’t help but wonder if this was such a good idea.

“Okay,” she says, trailing off, before offering, “We can do something else? I’m sure you - snrk - have to work your way up to this. It looks pretty heavy for a little guy like you. Kinda’ like me now that I think about it.”

You stop trying to raise the bar and sit up, waspish words on your tongue. “God, Mia, could you just drop it with last nigh-”

This time, you do choke: Mia’s top, which had been tucked into her pants, is now dangling above her midriff; her hips, already wide enough to earn their own traffic lane on a sidewalk, are massive now, blocking any view you have of yourself in the mirror behind her; her boobs, formerly respectable cantaloupes, were filling out like live water balloons in her shirt, bouncy and nipples obviously hard.

She isn’t wearing a bra, you can’t help but notice. There’s a lot of her to notice.

“What’s up little guy?” she says, stepping closer. You can’t help the flinch. It’s an instinctive reaction. “You don’t like what you see?”

Like? Like? There isn’t a word that accurately describes your bodies visceral reaction to seeing your girlfriend topping eight and a half feet, casually just lifting a fifty pound dumbbell like it were a Coke can. 

Your cock is signaling for attention but all you can do as gawk at the Amazon Mia’s turned into.

“Ooooh, that’s so cute!” she says, seeing you adjust yourself. “You are enjoying this. You like seeing your big, strong girlfriend getting bigger and stronger than you don’t you?”

“No,” you deny. “Mia, what the fuck was in that drink, why am I-” you stumble, unwilling to say, but spit it out. “Why am I getting weaker?”

“Weaker?” She licks her lips, grabs one last swig from her shaker bottle before dropping both it and the dumbbell she’d been toying with. “Really?” she says, “I don’t see how that’s a problem. That little bulge you got going on is pretty apparent, even with how much smaller you are now.”

“Smaller? Mia, I can’t be-”

She stands directly in front of you. Sitting on the bench, all you can suddenly see is the thin, strained fabric of her yoga pants, practically crying for salvation. You smell her arousal, this close to her pussy, but you realize quite viciously that her cunt actually towers over you in this position.

“No,” you say, heart thundering.

“Yes.” She reaches down, grabs the back of your head and slowly but surely pulls you closer. You try to fight it but you’re not even sure you want to. “You’re shrinking sweetie. A little special concoction of my own brewing by the way. It makes you smaller and weaker, and makes me, well, a fucking sexy gal, wouldn’t you say?”

“You- you can’t do this!” you say, into her thigh. You push and punch, but there’s no denying Mia now. She’s immense and you can tell, judging by how your leg is sliding along the bench, that the difference between the two of you isn’t getting any smaller.

“You’re enjoying this,” she reiterates, and god you can feel her practically rise in place. Your arms are barely enough to wrap around one tree-trunk thick thigh anymore. “You like getting smaller, while I get bigger and bigger. You know all those weights you were having trouble with? I bet I could do it all one handed now.”

You grip her legs tight, your body clenching intent and with excitement at her words.

“I don’t want to be small,” you muster out, breathing heavy. Your head is feeling foggy, stuffed with cotton. “I- I want…”

“You want to be a good boy and let me take care of you,” she finishes for you, even if it wasn’t what you were going to say. “You want to be smaller. To be so small even one of these-” she cups one enormous tit, “-is a better workout than anything this puny gym can offer. Small and shrunken enough my ass could just swallow you whole.”

You bite your lip. Shit, she was already so big compared to you. Would you even be able to handle being even smaller than this?

“Don’t worry,” she says. She backs away, turns around and bends down, and whatever protests that’d formed left you at the sight of that ass. “I’ll make sure to give you the best workout of your life. Again and again and - mmmf, shrink for me, babe - and….again.”

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