What I Repost

"Seriously? THIS is what you wanted?" Your wife Victoria asked you, her hands emphasizing how huge her chest had gotten over the past few weeks.

Ope looks like you got stuck… poor thing… I mean not like you were going anywhere anyway.

Ever wonder what would happen if you were to mix one part Jumbo Gro and one part Minimizer?

You turn your red bikini into a micro bikini with one small drink without the up and down of growing giant and shrinking again.

Minka enjoyed her breasts growing so much that she took another drink.

The Jumbo Gro epidemic may have taken a new twist.

Neither of your really drank milk, but you noticed she had bought several gallons. You were in a rush, so you figured there’d be a story about it later.

But when you got in the car and turned on the radio, the news had some startling news.

“…extremely dangerous new substance called metahormone. Again, the details of the frankly miraculous new substance are being revealed gradually, but the FDA is administering and immediate and total ban on buying, selling, and most importantly, consuming and kind of milk. It’s not clear how cow milk is actually contaminated, but apparently even small amounts of metahormone can have instant and dramatic-“

You had of course swerved around, gunned it up the block and back into your home and practically kicked down the door as you as heard the new story.

“Denise, stop!” you said, running to the kitchen. “Don’t drink any of that milk! There’s a-“

The milk was on the table, and a gallon and a half was already empty.

Denise was rolling her eyes, like she hadn’t told you about the news story because she’d known you have dumb, worry-wart hissy fit over no big deal.

In contrast to the modest breasts she’d had when you’d left, she was without question stacked now, with double or triple D breasts straining against her bra, and tightening top.

She still drinking her glass of milk in steady, methodically paced swallows. Every time she glugged down another mouthful of milk her breasts would swell visibly- they’d bulge just another inch or two in diameter. Every time they grew, her clothes made a more audibly strained stretching noise.

She made you wait almost ten seconds while she finished her current glass. When she finally put it down, she clearly grown too big for her current bra. Through her tight shirt, you could round, compress breast flesh bulging over to tops and bottoms of her bra.

She belched, loud and gross, and her metabolism seemed to accelerate strangely. You heard gurgling and rumbling from inside her body as she assimilated the metahormone, and her body grew in one final spurt.

Her bra, which looked so tight you knew it had to be painful, finally snapped. Her breasts heavily dropped, bounced, and jiggled free. You couldn’t tell if they were growing bigger before your eyes or they’d just been horrifically compressed, but Denise suddenly looked like she was an F-cup at the smallest- no, G-cup. Maybe even bigger.

They sloshed from side the side, audibly heavy and soft, and stretched out her shirt. You could plainly see her nipples through the stretched fabric, and the shape of the shirt was so distended it more seemed like a big, baggy half-top than a T-shirt.

You could clearly see her belly, now sport a slight muffin top, and as she belched you could have sworn she stood up an inch or two taller. Even her jeans looked tighter- suddenly they looked painted onto lewdly curvaceous thighs, and didn’t quite reach all the way down her calves anymore.

You just looked at her body, for an embarrassingly long stretch of silence.

“There was a thing on the news about-“ you finally started.

“Duh!” she said, cutting you off and rolling her eyes. “Why do you think I grabbed as much as I could fit into one cart before they started blocking off the dairy section?”

Without letting you engage further, and she put the half-full jug on the table to her, tilted her head back, and sucked.

On the very first swallow she took, her breasts blew up like balloons being pumped full of air. She engorged several inches in diameter, swelling up several cup sizes in a second, and instantly ripped her shirt apart like tissue paper.

As the scraps of her shirt fell at her feet, boobs bigger than porn star tits fattened up in front of her and jiggled, threatening to make her lose her balance. She wrapped her free arm around them for steadiness, and it looked like she was squeezing a pair of squishy, flesh-colored beachballs against her chest.

You thought she had stood up onto her tiptoes, but then she seemed to do it again with her second swallow… and then again with her third. With every swallow, she rose up at least an inch in height. So quickly you couldn’t even process it, she had risen up to your height, and then just like that, she was bigger than you.

Taller, yes, but bigger was the best word. Her body wasn’t really elongating- if anything, she growing thicker around the hips and waist faster than she was growing taller. So she didn’t look like a new, lanky person- she looked like her usual self, but suddenly blowing up to fill and more and more space in the room.

Her pants were almost unbelievably elastic as they contoured more and more tightly to the bumps and bulges of her ass and thighs. You could see every muscle, every curve… and then her pants exploded. Every part of her was getting thicker and bigger and curvier, with the possible exception of her waist. She had the most exaggerated hourglass you’d ever seen.

“Wow…” you said, stiffening inside your jeans.

She burped again, and nonchalantly wiped her mouth and threw away the empty jug. She didn’t seem to care she was suddenly more than six feet tall. Instead, she just grabbed the next jug, and popped off the top.

“Whoa, before you get bigger, why don’t enjoy you like-“ you started, stepping towards her seductively.

She grabbed your forehead, firmly, holding you in  place like a schoolyard bully. She scowled at you, and for a terrifying second you realize that even If she was mostly curves, she was still bigger and stronger than you.

But then she noticed your erection, and seemed to relax.

“Sorry to be so rough. I thought you were trying to take some of my milk,” she said, taking a sip. “This is all for me, understand? I need it.”

As she spoke, she grew another two inches taller, and her bust expanded another six inches out in front of her. She acted like this was as normal as letting her hair down.

“Holy… yeah, fine. All for you. Drink up…” you said, already nervous about how big she’d get if she really drank all of it herself. “It’s just… this is actually sort of my fetish, so I thought while you’re expanding, we could make love…”

“Oh! Yeah. I’m into that. This metahormone’s making me… pretty horny, actually…” she said, shivering a little as gave herself a little tweak. “Get to work, I’m pretty wet and ready to go down there. I’m gonna keep drinking while you fuck. It’ll help me cum if I’m growing while we’re having sex.”

She spread her legs, slightly, leaned back against the wall, and turned her head to the side to drink more milk from the gallon in her hand.

It took you a second to realize she was ready… normally, Denise hated have sex standing up… but since she was suddenly taller, it looked easier for her.

You went in, and she was indeed ready for you. You were almost embarrassed at first, because she felt distinctly less tight… but then you felt those, warm, squishy breasts… so big, they were almost pushing you away from her… and you found your motivation.

She was careful while drinking, clearly trying to spill a drop, you could feel her start to writhe and press in the ways she did when she was really enjoying herself. She bent her knees, slowly, to keep herself level with you as her body grew taller and taller.

Her boobs were growing against your chest. Then the grew, and suddenly they were surrounding your whole head and shoulders with glorious, squishy, paradise.

You were holding her ribs, then her waist, then her hips… except her hips were so wide they were getting bigger and harder to hold onto.

Her thighs thickened on either side of you, like big shapely tree trunks. Her heat and warmth was all around you, so close to crushing you.

Her tits were bouncing over your head. She was out of milk but finishing up her growth spurt as she gasped towards orgasm. The wall behind her was cracking and caving as her immense weight pounding and bobbed against it.

Her legs were growing the room behind you, kicking chairs aside as her huge body need more and more room.

You were aware that her size would make this too complicated too finish soon, when suddenly a giant, dangerously strong hand reached down and pushed you into her, hard. IT was hard to breath, but she was grinding the front of her abdomen against her huge, sweaty clit as your dick ejaculated inside of her.

She gasped, in a sound so powerful it shook the house and almost broke the wall behind her.

She stopped pressing you painfully hard against herself, and let another little squeak of satisfaction before her body rumbled for one final spurt.

Her crotch grew out at you, pushing you back. Her head grew the final foot towards the ceiling, smashing a dent in it. Her ass grew too heavy to hold up, and she finally fell into a heavy sitting position. Her big legs sprawled almost the entire length of the kitchen.

When she landed, her weight shook the house, and a pair of tits bigger than ovens bounced down in front of her. Round and perky as they were, they were simply so big they almost reached her lap, and looked like they were too big for her to get her arms around.

If she stood up, she would have fifteen feet tall… maybe even closer to twenty. She was laughing in big, reckless voice at the dent she’d made in the roof.

“That was… the best sex… we’ve ever had…” she said, sweetly, rubbing your head a little bit too roughly. “God… no wonder you like to fantasize about me as a giantess… me being big… I’m sexy as hell…”

“Yeah…” you said, looking at your mostly destroyed kitchen. “I’m super greatful… really, this is a dream come, but-“

“I’m just so glad the last time we’ll ever have sex was the best sex…” she said, casually shoving you aside, and grabbing the remaining jugs of milk off the floor.

“The… last time?” you said, mortified.

“Well, after I drink these, I’ll be much too big for it! Honestly, I’m probably a bit too big now, and I still feel tiny!”

She bit the tops off both jugs in one bite, threw her head back and began emptying both gallons into her mouth at once. Her orgasm had made her sloppy and reckless, so she was spilling all over her tits…

But she was also growing much bigger, much faster than before.

Almost instant, both legs show across the rest of the room, slamming into the far wall pushing straight into the living room.

Her ass grew under her, pushing her up as it widened. It made loud, rubbery stretching and rubbing noises as bloated and swelled to cover and more of the kitchen floor.

She gleefully grew up towards the ceiling, smashing a hole into your second story.

Her tits grew forward, filling the kitchen with horrifying speed. The second you ran out, they were already bulging out the doorframe behind you. You kept running, feeling the house break and crack as it struggled hopeless to contain her relentless expanding body.

You could feel her growing out in all directions, so big she could easily crush you without realizing it. You made it the front door, and felt the warmth of her body rushing out of the door behind you.

You ran all the way across the street before turning around to look behind you.

Her giant, curvy legs exploded out of the front and sides of the house. One grew across the lawn, the other smashed into the neighbors.

The roof bent, and Denise’s head exploded out of it, licking her licks with an almost comical grin of mischief as she licked the milk from her lips.

Then, puffed herself up, and what remained of your two story bulged and bent comically as her tits seemed to literally fill every last nook and cranny before making the whole thing explode.

Denise laughed like a maniac, hugging the giant, jiggly mounds that now filled her lap.

She carefully planted one foot, than the other, and grabbed onto the neighbors roof for support while she carefully pulled ponderous form upright.

Her ass was as wide as the foundation, and each tit was as big as your old garage. She grew as she stood, still expanding into a larger, curvier version of herself.

Her big ass bulged so far behind, she didn’t notice it knock over a tree, or a powerline.

She was so tall and so stacked you doubted she could see her feet, or the yard in front of her.

Her whole body made a cacophony of rumbling, stretching, growing growth sounds until finally she was nearly 200 feet tall.

“Denise? Can you hear me!?” you called up at her, desperately, wondering if she was finally realizing this was all a big mistake. “It’s me! I still love you… but you need to calm down!”

“I’M STILL THIRSTY!” she boomed. Something about her town made you certain she was too big to hear you at all. “I WANT… MORE MILK! I WANT… TO BIGGER…”

She chuckled ominously, and stepped right over you, wading through the houses without the slightest effort to go over or around them.

“Denise!” you shouted, hopelessly, watching her big hips swing and jiggled with every earth-shaking step. “Come back… babe…”

“BIGGER… AND BIGGER!” she bellowed to herself, zero thoughts given to your existence.

You sighed, realizing it was over… and pulled out your phone to photograph your giant ex-girlfriend. Tragic and terrifying as this was… you needed all the giantess photos your phone could hold.

Yet, she put them in a push-up bra to look even larger, to say that absurdly overinflated and full to bursting isn't big enough.

Lured in by good looks and tight clothes. I always knew my love of curvy women would be my downfall! "Is it really 16 inches?" She asks as she led me into her condo. Those jeans shorts let it all hang out the back. It was driving me insane how fat and juicy her ass was.

"well it's 16 inches soft. My doctor says it's giganto something or other" I admit as she looks back at me in delight. "And the last girl you dated grew every time you had sex?" She asks bluntly. "Um no, any time I finished in her, if we made love but I didn't finish in her she didn't grow." I say as she pressed those big firm breasts against my chest.

"noted, why don't you sit down and relax" she says, her voice dripping with sexual intent. Her hands found the bottom of her shirt and quickly peeled it off revealing natural perky breasts that were begging to be played with. She pushed me into her couch and started to undo my pants. I had no intention of stopping her, choosing to instead place my hands on her hips and give them a little squeeze. "Hope you like what you see!" She says as my rapidly swelling cock was pulled free. Normally big guys don't get much bigger when hard but I grow a full on third leg, it's uncomfortable sometimes but girls like this one love it.

I watched with awe as she first rubs it between those big beautiful boobs, then without any warning she's sliding it down her throat. She only fit half of it, and I could see it bulging in her throat. She sucked me off forming a perfect vacuum seal, and I watched as I tensed up and filled her. She moans and as I started to pull out she grabs my hips. She didn't let me go as she starts growing. Then she started to bob her head again, and she repeated the process.