#astronomical hyper

Nah

Once you reach the point of 'immobility' there's really no reason to stop. You should probably leave and buy as many of the chocolates as quickly as you can, really. Drain both your bank accounts. Sell whatever possessions you can (they'll be crushed anyway, if you don't).

Get yourself a battery and a solar panel charger from a camping supply store. Get a satalite internet dongle and sign up for an unlimited plan (don't worry about paying next month's bill -wink-) Spend the rest of the money on chocolates. All of it. Don't worry about food or anything like that, her runaway growth should cover her needs, and she'll definitely be lactating by the time you get back to her.

Hurry back and climb on top, and start feeding her more chocolates. Nobody will come after you for your internet bill, soon enough. And after a while there probably won't be any internet, but you'll be able to post about her progress until the satelites get knocked out of orbit.

Just hurry up or it might be too late for you to make the climb on top. Then what'll happen?

You getting crushed? So short-sighted.

No! She'll not get those extra chocolates, and her growth will be far too slow and might even wear off eventually Probably not, though, based on the chocolate's warning label.

It's your job to make sure she grows even faster!

After all, what is the purpose of a woman's existance?

To grow

Imagine having your little partner grabbing you by your swollen, gravid curves and determined to get you, quote "Even more pregnant."

As your BF only came up to your waist, such comments could easily be written off as bravado and yet you believed him whenever he started talking like this.

Indeed, over the next couple of weeks, you notice... certain changes in your progression. Your belly is getting bigger far faster than doctors projected.

He loves it, the idea that your pregnancies not only stacked but seemed to multiply was one of the few things that seemed to get a reaction out of him.

You thought that was kinda funny, your starter, the girliest-looking brionne you've ever seen with his ungodly plethora of pink accessories.

The insatiable amount of femininity that encompassed their figure, all the way to the blank yet starry-eyed face.

Your weight, once steadily growing, now spikes as his cum had you packing on calories like mad.

Tearing your most forgiving maternity clothes straight in half, with elastic waistbands failing their purpose.

Nowhere near enough for your new broader belly and new monolithic ass, only fit for taking the brionne's organ rearranger.

Bordering on 15 feet, it only's got longer as time went on. Evolving with its owner's obsessive need to see you bigger.

Now one could get the sense he only viewed you as a fuck toy but he really did love you. He loved you the first day you first picked him for your journey.

Despite how long ago that was, practically feeling like a different life at this point. But none of that really mattered right now, indeed as you look down.

His dress, the only thing that stood between you and his monstrous size. Gradually lifted up to reveal a dick of such monolithic degrees, pulsating with seismic activity.

Along with the soft slap of his mountainous balls hitting the floor, audibly sloshing with gallons of cum. In time he would fire volley after volley of seed deep within you, insuring that you'll be carrying many, many seal pups before this is over.

Gosh, I'm not even sure what to say.

Firstly, thank you!

I've lost many nights dreaming of starting my Pokémon adventure. Couple gyms here and there and then sidetrack hard to become a "Breeder." A starter makes for a perfect BF, especially if you refuse to evolve them. I'd gladly carry - well... my mind wanted to say "dozens," but I've seen your posts - thousands? Millions? More? We're going to overpopulate the region together, on purpose!

Yeah, yeah, it'll lead to catastrophic devastation possibly on a planetary level, but maybe Arceus shouldn't have made my Brionne so cute. And when my gargantuan belly smothers every last inch of the region; churning with countless needy pups fighting for a lick of comfort; then I'll give birth

Jk - I'll suggest we go a couple more rounds. I swear. It's like the bigger I swell, the more excited my Brionne BF gets. Could someone be as obsessed with pregnancy as me~?

For me, reality is either best portrayed as a fabric I could stretch and tear like a cheap cloth or a marble I put under so much internal pressure that it explodes.

And then I keep growing. Maybe I fill up a larger marble, the marble of the multiverse? Break that, keep growing, fill up the omniverse! Break it, keep growing, over, and over, and over, again. I don't care if size becomes meaningless, that's part of the fun. At a certain point it's all about an insatiable greed!

I just don't want to break each layer immediately. Many people love their growth to be unstoppable, the things break upon contact. But I love pressure, I want a fight. Sure, I'll win, but I need to feel reality's desperate attempt to contain me. Lemme hear the cracks etch across reality. Then, once it's on it's last leg, I burst through with a massive surge in size. Probably enough to start putting pressure on the next layer.