Caps And Stuff

“Hey, don’t drink it all!  I want some too!”

“Don’t worry, I just want to make my tits burst out of this bathing suit.”

A few gulps later the straps of her bathing suit gave way and it ripped in half.  She stared at her huge tits, pleased with their new size, but then decided that being even bigger would be better.

Bad Tip

Jason rolled his eyes at his girlfriend, Yuri as she scribbled down her tip amount and signature on the large dinner bill sitting on the table.

“No,” he chuckled. He shook his head while he watched Yuri work. “You’re terrible at this.”

“I’m being generous, aren’t I,” Yuri smiled nervously at him as she lamely tried to hide her writing.

“Yes, you are. To me,” Jason wrapped his arm around her narrow shoulders and gave her a squeeze. He gently tugged her skinny body away from the bill and saw the amount. “Come on, Yuri! You suck at tipping!”

Yuri giggled as she finished her signature.

Jason picked up the bill, sighed and began to fish cash out of his wallet.

“No, Jason,” she stopped him, playfully elbowing his side. “It’s your birthday this week and I’m buying every night!”

“Ow. You’re so boney,” he winced rubbing his ribs. “Look, I love you paying for me, baby but you gotta be more generous to the staff. You’ve been a real scrooge lately and this one’s the worst. Five bucks for a bill over a hundred dollars? It needs to be around thirty percent. Five is a joke, Yuri and you know it.”

“Thirty bucks? No way. It all evens out, Jason,” she said checking her thin make-up face in her compact mirror. “At the end of the week, the tips get spread evenly. Everyone gets their share.”

“It doesn’t work like that. Tips aren’t special bonuses, Yuri. You’re being greedy,” Jason protested, wanting to get his wallet again.

“Restaurant work stinks and servers need the gratuity to make ends meet. Some day this financial karma is going to bite you in the ass.”

“Huh uh,” Yuri responded, more interested in her concealer than her boyfriend’s financial lesson. She gave him a pity kiss on the nose.

“I’ll pay more next time, ok? I have to check my make-up in the bathroom. Excuse me, hon.”

Yuri sexily slid herself out of the vinyl confines of the restaurant booth. She slowly rose, knowing Jason’s gaze would be locked on her tight midriff. Even after her many drinks, dinner and dessert, her hourglass shape showed no signs of bloating, remaining flat and toned. She turned her slender hips, showcasing her cute butt locked in her hot pants.

Yuri loved showing off her long perfect legs, stretching her thin stems as she got to her feet. She slinked off to the bathroom, peering around her shoulder with a smile, catching Jason peeking at her cute rear as she strutted away.

Their young bubbily waitress, Molly appeared at the table, ready to scoop up the bill.

“Thank you, so much,” Molly beamed at Jason.

“Oh. Right. Thank you,” he added, trying to avoid her eye contact.

Jason watched the smiling waitress crack open the bill folder out of the corner of his eye. He never saw a smile vanish so fast.

“Thanks,” Molly replied in monotone. She swiftly walked back to the kitchen doors and pushed them open with an aggressive shove. Jason swore he heard yelling.

“Thanks, Yuri. Thank you so much,” Jason said to himself, embarrassed.

Jason distracted himself with sugar packets waiting for Yuri to come back when the waitress suddenly shot into view again.

“Hello,” Molly beamed again. “Sorry if I seemed a bit short with you just then. It’s just that we’ve been getting so many ‘thrifty’ people dining with us lately. We’ve had to enact a new policy to compensate and it’s never easy.”

“Listen, I’ve been trying to tell my girlfriend to be a better tipper. I can cover it. It’s fine. Here, let me get my-”

Molly cut him off.

“Oh no, sir. It’s fine. No need to pay. Everything’s been taken care of. Thank you again. Here. Complements of the house. Make sure Ms. Yuri sees this.”

Molly handed a bookmark sized card to Jason and scurried back to the kitchen. The restaurant’s logo adorned the card. On it, there were taped on chocolate mints and a freshly scribbled note. Jason read:

“You decided to short change us,

So a lesson you must learn

For every dollar that you’ve slighted

There’s one kilo you will earn”

“What the hell,” Jason flipped the card over.

He was more perplexed when he saw a cute illustration of a pot bellied woman on the other side. Her shirt couldn’t contain her fat gut and her tiny shorts were almost like underwear, stuggling to cover her plump, doughy thighs and wide ass. Jason almost recognized her.

“Ok. Weird.”

Jason looked at the strange picture as the trim Yuri returned from the ladies’ room, a treat in her hand.

“Hey,” Yuri said, taking a lick off her newly acquired lollipop. “I wanted something extra sweet so I snatched this from the register. What? Hey. I paid for it. Why are you looking at me like that? What’s wrong?”

Jason cocked his head in confusion as he stared at his girlfriend. There was something different about her.

“What did she do with her make-up? Her hair? She looks amazing,” he thought to himself as she moved closer.

As Yuri walked into the light of their booth, Jason was taken back with her enhanced beauty. There was a new freshness to her face. She looked healthier, less gaunt. She had a warm glow that radiated past her face and all over her body. It accentuated everything sexy about her.

Yuri felt Jason’s horny eyes roll all over her frame and began to blush.

“Yikes, Jason. Keep it in your pants,” she teased and seductively sucked on her candy.

Yuri gave him a come-hither look and shifted her hips. She felt an odd squishing pinch at the waistline.

“Ow. You ready to go,” she cooed, only to be met with stunned silence.

“What,” annoyed, Yuri stomped her foot down harder than usual, feeling a strange lingering wobble to her whole leg. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“Yuri. Dont freak out but I think you’re getting… bigger,” Jason shook his head in disbelief as he watched his rapidly changing girlfriend.

“Thanks a lot. Calling me fat, Jason? That’s a sure fire way to get laid-”, Yuri rested her free hand on her hip. Her eyes went wide.

The skinny Yuri had expected to feel the usual familiar flair of her trim hip but what she encountered was the total opposite.

Her hand met more, much more. She was shocked when she easily grabbed onto her warm extra padding. She traced her hand around to her stomach feeling the same result.

Yuri didn’t want to look. She slowly peered down and was too stunned to scream.

Yuri was bigger, wider. She couldn’t bring herself to think of the F-word but “pudgy” definitely locked in her mind. Any sign of her trim self was lost. Every part of her was coated in a growing layer of fat and there was no sign of it stopping or slowing.

Her once taut belly began to poof forward. Her muscular core became surrounded by inches of increasing bloating and fatness. Her gut crested past her belt and it poured over the sides of her waistband with a sloshy wobble. With every rapid breath, it jiggled and grew larger, sticking out further than her boobs.

Her skinny legs expanded rapidly, her thighs and hips swelling wider and rounder in perfect harmony. Her tiny toned butt filled, thickened and doubled in size, the lower half of her big fleshy cheeks sprang free and peeked out from underneath her suffocating shorts. Her nobby knees were lost as the expansion showed no mercy to her swolen calves and ankles.

She looked out at her skinny arms and watched on helplessly as a wave of fat flowed through her shoulders and coursed down her extremities. Her rail thin upper arms fluffed up and her forearms followed. She witnessed her slender hands puff up and dimple. Her tiny fingers looked swollen, thick and beefy.

Her small pert breasts enlarged, softened and poofed up an extra cup size. They had oozed over her bra, her cleavage mushing and deepening out of control.

Finally, Yuri clutched her face and screamed as she felt her doughy cheeks squish cruelly against her palms. She whimpered as she felt her neck swell, a double chin grazed her hands.

Just as soon as it had began, it was over. The fattened Yuri stood there panting, grabbing at her transformed body, trying frantically find her skinny self among the added weight, trying to make sense of it all.

“My God! What the Hell?!? What’s happened? What happened to me, Jason? Something’s wrong! I’m huge! I’m fat,” Yuri shrieked and rambled, her pudgy arms stretched out to Jason for help.

“Baby, I… I think it was this,” said the stunned Jason as he handed the note to his bigger girlfriend.

She took it with a shaking fat hand and read it.

“You’ve gotta be kidding,” she cried.

She flipped the note over, saw the fat girl illustration and shouted. No mistaking it. It was her.

“Noooooo!”

Yuri wailed as she ran out of the restaurant into the parking lot, her fattened body jiggling out of control. She cried even harder feeling how much slower she ran. One of her sandles, desinged for a gentler step, snapped and sent the big girl sprawling on to the sidewalk. She fell to her chunky knees and shot her hands out to cushion her fall. The motion and stress of the sudden momentum popped the button of Yuri’s shorts off and it was sent flying down the concrete. Yuri felt a cool breeze hit her hanging belly and she collapsed in an embarrassed pudgy heap.

Yuri felt herself being lifted by a pair of strong hands and a warm embrace.

“Don’t worry, it gets easier”, said the hostess as she reassured her newest employee. “You’ll lose composure less and less often, I promise”.

Hitomi had signed up for the new milk bar, mostly as a way to go through their new enhancement procedure.  Her breasts were now head sized, produced a gallon of milk a day, and felt absolutely wonderful.  The only downside was that the procedure roped her into a three month contract. 

She loved it, but problems kept arising.  For one, she had to keep going up uniform sizes. The pleasure and sensitivity could lead to some embarrassing moments.  Earlier in the day, she had become entranced by the sensation of a serving tray rubbing against her chest as she walked.  This had culminated in her noisily pinching her engorged nipples in the middle of a crowded area and begging passing guests to help empty her.

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“Why not? Don’t tell me, it’s someone else, isn’t it?”

I felt my fingers nervously scratching at the pant legs of my jeans, trying to take all of my nervous energy and cast it out through there instead of continuing its bottling up inside of me; unfortunately, it seemed to be coming out of a limitless reservoir.

“N-no! No, of course not! It’s just…I…”

“Jesus Christ, Kevin, spit it out, please!” God, it hurt looking into those eyes and see how anger and sadness mixed to create a picture of pure frustration, and she had every right to be frustrated with me. Deep down, I knew Heather was everything I could have asked for in a woman: a bold, outgoing attitude, confidence for miles, an adorable face, a beautiful head of lush, dark hair, and, well…curves. A lot of them. No two ways about it, Heather was fat; I mean, super-fat, I guess. And the fact is her size absolutely drove me wild; it was what drew me to her that first night in the bar, how much bigger she was than everyone around us, and how she seemed thrilled to flaunt her size for all to see without a care in the world. I was normally too shy to get very far with most women, but something possessed me that night to take the initiative and strike up a conversation with her; within hours I was experiencing her enormous softness riding atop my body and making my bed frame creak with wild abandon, a ride I’d never forget and one I’d thankfully get to have again many times over since I introduced myself nearly a year ago.  

But now we sat here in her apartment, where we usually met, and the dreaded ‘s’ word had popped up: Heather wanted us to ‘get serious’. I had felt my blood run cold the moment the words left her lips, even asked her to clarify, like I didn’t know what she meant. A million possibilities and potential embarrassing moments ran through my head, and I realized I had to get out of here, and quick.

“I mean, I don’t think I can be what you deserve. Y’know, with work and everything-”

“Oh God, please don’t bullshit me.” She brought her hands up to her temples. “I know we’ve just been fuck buddies, and that’s fine, but don’t act like I don’t know your schedule. You’re perfectly happy coming home from work, perfectly normal time, and relaxing at home. I don’t think there are many things going on there that would keep you from a legitimate relationship. So that means it’s something else, isn’t it?”

“No, it’s not!”

“Kevin, be honest.”

I stammered; I opened my mouth and nothing would come out.

“Yeah,” she sighed, “that’s what I thought. I’ve been in this scene before.” She gave me a hard gaze right in the eye, a look that carried bitter sarcasm. “Tell me how close I am: ‘Oh no, she’s so fat, and I guess I’m still mentally in high school because I’m too much of a chickenshit to date a fat girl and risk getting ragged on by people I probably don’t even like.’ That it?”

I tried once more to speak, but couldn’t get anything out; in my head I felt slightly dizzy, or at least numb. She had nailed it, nailed me: meeting Heather in the darkened bar that late Saturday night and slinking out back to my place hadn’t been any kind of ‘risk’, so to speak, but full-on dating? Going everywhere with her? Introducing her to my friends and family? What about just sitting out in public? Heather probably outweighed me by well over two hundred pounds, what kind of looks would we get? I could only see confused faces, disgusted expressions, probing, uncomfortable questions, the other guys in town laughing, the girls snickering derisively, and the thought of it all terrified me into absolute paralysis on the matter.

At a complete loss, I did the only thing I could manage: I stood up off the couch. I felt my shoulders drop, and I’m sure my expression dipped just as low. I had just been thinking of all kinds of ways I could let her down easy, but my silence had done the work for me, of that I was sure. With slow, shaky steps I began to make my way to the door.

“Ungh,” I heard her sigh and then let out a high-pitched squeak as she hefted her ponderous four hundred-plus pound frame off the cushions, then turned to face her. “Look, Kevin, let me-” she paused for a moment and looked away, seemingly in thought, and then reached down to grab something out of her purse; I saw a stick of lip gloss I had never seen her use before, which she began looking over. She nodded to herself then looked back at me. “I’ve got an idea. No, not getting back together: if you’re all scared shitless because some assholes would judge you for dating a fat girl, that’s your problem, not mine. My time’s too precious to wait for you to grow up and get over it.”

I glumly nodded. I knew she was right, and I knew I was denying myself a pleasure I really wanted to indulge in, but it was no use; I couldn’t get the mocking expressions out of my mind. I could tell, though, that playing the sad sack wasn’t winning any brownie points with her.  

“God, you’re acting so pathetic. Screw it: you need a kick in the ass.”

I braced myself, wondering what she meant to do, but only recoiled for a moment in surprise as she leaned in and kissed me, hard. What happened to ‘not getting back together’? I nearly pulled back to ask her, but something felt different with this kiss compared with ones we had shared before: there was something, I don’t know, I guess rougher about it, something fiercer. I wondered if there was something weird going on with the lip gloss she had taken out, but her whole demeanor felt different than usual, like her huge form was enveloping me, like a predator engulfing its prey. Heather usually liked me to take the lead in bed, even if I needed coaxing to come out of my shell sometimes, but this time her hands ran roughly through my curly brown hair, and then pulled hard at it when she broke it off, both of us breathing heavily.

As she caught herself, she gave me a soft shove away. “Alright, here’s your heads up: the next time we’re at the full moon portion of the lunar cycle, you’re going to spend a night getting…let’s just say an alternative perspective on things. You’re going to see and feel things you never imagined before, and you’re probably not going to know the first thing to do with yourself, not right away, at least. What you do with your new point of view is totally up to you, but my only warning is to be mindful of your appetites; they have a funny way of getting out of hand when we ignore or indulge them too much. Whatever you do, I hope it wakes you the hell up. Goodbye, Kevin…goodbye for now.”

I could feel my jaw go slack, not out of fear, but out of sheer confusion: so she was actually nuts? I backed away, grasping for the doorknob, and clumsily twisted it until I realized I had to get the lock unhinged first, then made my way outside and down the hallway, my steps nearly turning into a jog as I made my way downstairs and out the door. When the cool night air hit me I almost smiled: that hadn’t been fun, but the knowledge that Heather was a whacko actually gave me a sense of relief, like a burden off my shoulders: that had to have been a bullet successfully dodged!

I imagined ridiculous scenarios like she had described over in my head, wondering what she could have possibly been on about: what, was I a werewolf now? Was I going to get superpowers? I thought about the story this could end up being the next time I saw a couple of my friends at the pub; sure, I’d leave out the whole “she was an incredibly fat girl” part, but a jilted girl telling me I had some kind of full moon curse? How many guys had that kind of dating nightmare story in their back pocket?  

The potential jokes in my head made the trek home feel nice and quick, and I quickly settled in for the night, grabbing a glass of water and flicking on the TV while I got ready for bed. Once I had gotten brushed up and changed I stamped toward my messy bedroom and threw the blankets back, but paused for a moment. I had to set my cell phone’s alarm for the next morning, but a slight impulse hit me, and I opened up an app that had some advanced weather information on it. Scrolling through, sure enough, there it was: the next one hundred percent full moon would be five nights from now. Hopping into bed, I rolled my eyes and chuckled to myself: well, if I was going to make a funny story out of this I guess I owed it to myself to at least wait for the first night of my ‘curse’ or whatever to kick in, to give the punchline some extra drama. Pulling up the blankets I leaned back, and was off to sleep more quickly than I was usually accustomed to; part of me still felt bad about how things had gone tonight, but it seemed my coping mechanism was paying off.

As I drifted off to sleep, though, I thought I could start seeing shapes in my mind’s eye as I began the trek toward dreamland. And I could really swear that one of those shapes was distinctly feminine. Then I could swear I could make out clear skin, bright eyes, and blonde hair on that figure. Most of all, as I fell deeper into slumber, I could absolutely swear I heard something, not loud, not a whisper, not even truly spoken in any sense of the word I could readily describe, but crystal clear nonetheless.

Sweet dreams, Kevin; I’ll be seeing you.

Soon.

* * *

The week proceeded as normal, life going through its typical ebbs and flows, mostly quiet as I kept to myself and focused on work. I still felt bad about how things had gone with Heather, but there was no real use in focusing on it now; I surfed some of the usual sites, things like dating pages for fat admirers, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe it was time to find a thinner girl and settle down. Not today, though; sitting home that night I figured I’d just make it a quiet Friday night in my apartment, nursing a beer or two with a couple of movies streaming. As I finished my first drink and went to hit play on the video, I noticed through my window that the sun had gone down.

And in the very next moment I yelped in pain and doubled over, falling out of my seat.

My stomach felt like it was about to tear in half! I cried out, physically incapable of doing anything more than clutching at my midsection and rolling my face on the rug, a vain attempt to get myself into any kind of position that might alleviate the pressure and pain. My brain, meanwhile, flashed back to my entire day, trying to cobble together if I had eaten or otherwise ingested anything that could possibly cause such a sharp and sudden stab in the gut.

Those thoughts were interrupted by a cracking sound coming from my hands. Holding one out, I felt my eyes go wide with shock: my palms were shrinking! A sound like bones crunching filled the air as I saw my hands becoming smaller and begin to thin out, their skin tone lightning a bit as my metacarpals became more visible, the added effects making my fingers appear longer. The sound took on an wet-sounding quality, like someone was moving objects through a thick sauce, but looking up my arms I could see my flesh actually crawling, swelling and then shrinking, settling into a new shape that was skinnier than I had known before.

Sweat began to bead on my forehead; I knew, logically, that I should have scrambled for my phone, tried to dial emergency, anything to get help for this situation, but when I saw the hairs on my arm recede back into my skin, I felt incapable of doing anything but watching, transfixed by the impossible process playing out inside of me. I felt and heard my shoulders pull in on themselves, losing what minor broadness I sported, as my collarbone became slightly more visible; below that, I lifted up my shirt and saw my belly moving around wildly, pulsating out and then sucking back in, the wet, sloshing noises inside implying that my organs themselves were moving around in some inexplicable way.

I rolled over once more, surprised to feel my hip touch the floor before I expected it to. I landed on my knees, face still down and behind thrust into the air, but peeked up as a glimmer came through my window: the full moon.

Oh God.

Heather’s words came back to me in vivid detail, and an intense fear unlike anything I had ever felt gripped my heart, forcing me to breathe harder, anything to avoid going lightheaded and passing out. As it came into view I stared straight at the moon, its light filling me, its soft radiance making the pulsations within me begin to stir even more. As my breaths became more ragged, I could hear them rising in pitch; as I tried to keep my face up, I could feel the tickling of lengthening hair as it brushed against my cheeks and down my neck; as I tried to lift myself, I could feel a severe cinching around my waist and running down my spine, a sickening CRACK ringing out as I felt my spinal cord press inward, followed by two just as loud POPs coming from my hips, their width flaring outward, a strange, fleshy shaking coming from my rear.

More, I felt something softer, squishier; my chest had not sunk any lower toward the floor, but nevertheless I felt a brushing, a tingling, as my nipples began to graze the rug below me, teasing against the fabric of my shirt. I groaned and braced myself, my face straining as I felt my features moving, rearranging in ways I couldn’t know without the aid of a mirror. As the crackling and gurgling settled I let out a loud, feminine cry, the pops stopping as my body settled into place, following by a steady swelling feeling in my chest as I felt two large, fleshy orbs press harder and harder against the floor, pooling out around me.

Finally, I felt one last wave of changes: the sleeves of my shirt seemed to melt away, the fabric around my neck tightening and rolling down my chest; underneath, I felt two supportive cups nestle me, taking the growths on my chest and pushing them tightly together. My pants, meanwhile, felt different: the fabric became denim, while my pant legs rode higher and higher, up toward my crotch; beneath that, I felt something soft and whispery, a dream material caressing my cock, turning my fearful cries into moans as my lower head was teased by it. Instinctively, I felt my left arm shoot back and reach out behind me, grabbing at my own ass until my fingers made their way down toward my balls; without any idea why, I began to rub small circles around my target, allowing the soft underwear I now wore to take up all of my focus. The more I rubbed, the smoother the area felt; I found myself grabbing and pushing, fingers insistently rubbing around until I thought I felt moisture seeping through. My eyes half-shut; with one final cry I felt my cock pulse and shoot out ropes of cum into my short…but nowhere near the amount I was used to. Instead, my once thick rod had shrunk down, worming its way back inside of me, until I felt my climax internalize and warm my entire body with a flood of feeling that finally caused me to tilt over and land on my side, knees drawn close and arms wrapped around myself.

I did my best to slow my breathing, to focus, to figure out what had happened. Inside, I knew, but I couldn’t bring myself to admit it. Unsteady, but getting a bit stronger by the moment, I finally rose to my feet and walked with halting steps toward my bedroom mirror, feeling alien movements and bounces in my step, my gait that of someone unsure of their center of gravity. I knew what awaited me, but having the full knowledge of the scope of my changes was a terrifying prospect. My reflection wasn’t a complete shock, but I gasped nonetheless: I was gorgeous.

It felt weird to think of it that way, but there was no use in denying it: I had long, blonde locks around a pretty face, nicely made up with just the right amount of lipstick and eyeshadow. My top was an apple red halter, and my tits pressed together in a way that made me want to shake them, to know what it really felt like to have actual breasts. A toned belly lead down to high-waisted jean shorts, which proudly displayed by wider hips and long, shapely legs. I noticed a pair of shoes by my feet; I knew they had been my work shoes just a few hours before, but they were now a set of open-faced high heels, with multiple inches of height and only thin straps to cross my feet. Despite myself, I felt an internal longing at the sight; acting without a thought, I slipped them on, and posed for myself in the mirror, captivated by how they shaped my thighs and ass. I don’t know when I did it, but I even found myself snapping a selfie at my reflection, with a phone in a multi-colored case that had certainly not been mine just an hour ago. The smile on the face of the girl in the photo surprised me, but the longer I was like this, the more my fears were subsiding; this was rapidly becoming normal, expected…comfortable.

Ggr-rrrrr!

That is, until I felt my stomach begin to rumble.

More of Heather’s words came back to my mind: something about “appetites”, about how we couldn’t starve or overfeed them. I winced and brought my hand to my belly at the feeling that now bombarded me; judging my the sound it had just made, I must have used up a lot of energy in my transformation, and judging by the feeling I doubted that any amount of food I could find would satisfy it.

Driven by pure, instinctual hunger, I raced toward my kitchen; all thoughts of calling any authorities or seeking any kind of help had fled from my mind, as only the overwhelming sense that I might starve was motivating my actions. I threw my cupboard open and dove in, searching for anything I didn’t have to worry about preparing: a bag of chocolate chip cookies was the first thing I saw, and before I knew it I had polished off half a row of the things in a matter of seconds! I pawed at a few more, but thought of how that might not fill me, just empty sugar calories and all, so I threw open the fridge and began to dig around. I swigged soda as I looked and found my target, slices of cured meat with a side of mozzarella cheese. A box of crackers fell out of the cupboard, and I scrambled to piece them all together, topping each crisp with a slice of meat and a chunk of cheese before gobbling it down as rapidly as I could. When I felt like pausing from the effort, I merely dove back into the cookies, tossing two at a time into my mouth; my stomach still growled, but for the moment it had at least been tamed. As the ravenous feeling in me died down, though a new feeling rose up.

Ecstasy.

Not ready for what hit me, I quickly grabbed a kitchen chair and sank into it, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as a wave even more powerful than the orgasm I had experienced before washed over me. I was at its mercy, unable to think clearly about anything but the feeling of food being chewed in my mouth, of each bit of it that sank down into my belly, and the sensation of fullness that would tease me for a moment only to recede just as quickly, leaving my hunger still gnawing, still beckoning me to fill myself up as much as I could. Looking down, I realized I had begun rubbing my belly over my shirt; undoing one button, I thought of scrambling my hand down, to take the edge off myself and hopefully bring some calm in all of this insanity.

As my finger grazed the front of my panties, though, my stomach roared back all the louder. I stopped, looked down at myself, perplexed at my new body’s reactions, unsure how to proceed. When I tried once again to reach for the crackers, the pulsing and aching in my shorts returned; when I tried to bring a hand down below, to explore my new sex, my belly grumbled in frustration, wanting to be full again, as if I hadn’t eaten anything just seconds ago.

Desperate, I practically ran in my heels, shockingly keeping balance like it was nothing, and opened up a website for food delivery; I knew I didn’t have enough in my place right now to satisfy what was growing inside of me, and I would never be able to deal with cooking as I was right now. When I hit send, I hurried back to the kitchen, looking desperately for anything else that could tide me over for the half hour or so I’d be stuck waiting for the doorbell to ring; thankfully there were some Chinese leftovers, about half a serving of sesame chicken, which I did my best to only nosh on slowly as I waited, despite protests from my hungering insides. My new lips down below still yearned for pleasure, but the best I could do was some soft massages through my shorts, grinding against my own hand, feeling an animalistic passion inside of me that had my conscious brain wondering if I could ever recover from this experience.

Bzzt!

The doorbell! I practically leapt forward to buzz the delivery person in, counting down the seconds until they reached the third floor. As I landed, though, I felt something: looking and reaching down, my belly, taut at the moment of my change, suddenly…jiggled?

A knock at the door caught my attention and pulled my hand from my shirt. Unlocking the door, I saw a young delivery man, probably college aged, holding my stack of two pizzas and bowls of pasta and salad. I nearly bowled him over as I reached to get my needed sustenance, but felt a shudder once more run through me. Stopping to gather my wits, I held the food close, but found myself staring up at his eyes; the moment I did, the vibration from my new pussy became an all-encompassing roar, like hearing the ocean in your ear when picking up a seashell. I tried to mouth a quick word of thanks, but found myself staring, gape-mouthed, at a kid who couldn’t have been more than twenty or so.

“So, uh,” he shuffled a bit uncomfortably, as I could tell he was looking at my chest, “that for a party?”

My mouth was nearly dry, but I shook my head and focused. “Oh, um…uh, yeah, you could say that.”

“Huh, sounds fun.” He scratched at his arm awkwardly, and began to turn back toward the stairs. “Uh, have a good one-”

“Wait!” I was surprised by the urgency in my voice. He turned and faced me, expectation written across his face. “Uh, what’s your name?”

“Jake. What’s yours?”

I fumbled for a moment, but not too long. “K-Kiera. I’m, uh, new here.”

“Oh, cool; let me know if you want anyone to show you around town, then.”

“Yeah, um,” oh my God, what the hell was I doing?! “Could you…would you possibly like to…uh, come in? Come in and, um…I kinda need a hand with something.”

I could see him try to hide the smile that was spreading across his lips. While he stepped forward, I tossed the food onto the coffee table in the living room, hurried back, and nearly pounced on him, dragging him into the apartment and wrapping my arms and legs around him, shoving my tongue deep into his mouth. Where had this come from?! I had never been into guys! Why couldn’t I control myself around one right now?

Heather’s words again: “appetites”, “out of hand”, “indulge”…

As he kissed me back I felt him fumble at the button of my shorts, which allowed my belly, now swollen outward from the food I had been stuffing myself with for probably at least the past hour, to bounce free a bit, creating a cute paunch of baby fat. Before he could strip me all the way down, though, I broke our kiss off for just a moment, only enough time to get a few words out.

“Pizza…get…the…pizza!”

He seemed confused, but eager to comply. I had to figure he was still pretty inexperienced, but I was about to settle both of my appetites, and I needed his help to do it. Practically tearing the lid off of one pie, I pointed at my mouth, and had him bring bite after bite toward my waiting jaws. As the warm, melty cheese and red sauce flowed onto my tongue along with the dough that stayed just crisp enough to compliment the other textures within, I could feel my entire body begin to shake; without a thought, I grabbed his free hand and shoved it into my panties, thrusting my hips out so he would give me both things I needed at once. At times I would bring his fingers up and lick them clean; I don’t know what possessed me to do it,  as I was feeling like a passenger in my own body, but I could sense it increasing his sex drive, and I wanted that above all else, wordless thoughts in my head assuring me that this would be the answer I was seeking.

We sat that way for who knows how long; by the time it was over, I had gone through ten slices, my stomach filled to bursting, and if he had had any for himself I couldn’t have been bothered to pay attention. My head lolled from side to side from the feelings of intense satiety in my belly and the continued dancing of his fingers in my shorts, his hand now enveloped by a slight droop that had appeared on my belly, an added layer of softness that made it more resemble a small gut. Nearing my brink, I pulled his hand away, one more licking him clean, then dove down to unzip his pants, cradling his surprisingly large member in my hands and stuffing it into my mouth with the same eagerness I had shown for all the food that had passed my way so far.

I brushed my hair away to give myself unimpeded movement, only to feel him playfully tug at my locks, making me moan luridly with my mouth full, and not for the first time tonight. I was a woman possessed, dying for him to unleash his essence within me: my twin hungers had seemingly merged, and I now knew what I had to do before the night was over.

With a hard shove I laid him back on the couch and straddled him, bringing my luscious pussy, soaked thoroughly, down to impale myself on his manhood. The lightning bolt that shot through me was otherworldly; I thought I screamed, but I’m not sure I was even able to manage a sound in that moment, despite my ecstatic expression. At this point I wasn’t entirely sure how much of what I was doing was my own accord, this body’s desires, or some strange hybrid thereof; all I knew is that I could ride this stallion for all he was worth, the energy I had regained from my feasting fueling me to buck up and down, his entire length thrusting back inside of me until I decided to grind and roll my hips, ensuring he hit every corner of my insides, especially my new special spot. I knew I was barely regarding his presence, but all I knew right now was that he and I were both deliciously close to what I needed, and I would not be wasting such an opportunity.

The first orgasm from our intercourse rocked me, and hard. The second waved through me and set everything outward to my fingertips ablaze. At the third I could see him grimacing, his own expression of release appearing. In a flash I flew off him, and brought my bare tits down to his moistened cock, bringing it between my bulging chest and allowing my tongue to taste all of my flavor on him before I pressed hard and allowed my breasts to milk what he had. With a great groan he unloaded inside of me: thick strands now flew into my mouth, enough that some spilled out the sides and down to his balls; I held on tightly, not wishing to miss any as its richness filled me, its flavor becoming more and more intoxicating with each pulse. Its warmth filled my belly, and for the first time all night I began to feel my hungers subside, my passions become controlled. I eagerly licked up what I had failed to catch, taking my time to enjoy every bit before I kissed his exhausted rod and zipped it back into place.

One of the absolute best parts of her treatment, aside from the obvious and huge increase in size, was that she felt good going braless for once. When she’d been even smaller, bouncing had been uncomfortable at best. Now, bouncing and moving felt amazing. With every extra ounce she gained to her chest, there was only more mass, more weight pulling against her chest and back, and the sensation intensified the larger she got.

“Awwwww, what a cutie!” Said one of them, scooping her up under the armpits and lifting her bodily, five feet into the air. “So short!” Angela shifted her mouth to one side at that. She wasn’t short, they were just so goddamn tall. And curvy. She looked down, feeling her reasonably-sized chest pressing up against a monstrous swell as the New Women cooed over her. Her hair was tussled, glasses askew as they fawned over her, planting kisses on her cheeks before setting her down. “Sorry, sorry!” Said the first one. “We just don’t get a lot of original flavor girls around here.”

Before she could even respond, another one of them leaned into her. Her round bubble-butt, clad in an inadequate bikini bottom, collided with the side of Angela’s head. It was gentle enough, but with that amount of mass, it still rocked her slightly off balance. “We were gonna go to the beach, did you wanna come with?” The New Woman looked down, her smile somehow both serene and imperious. Angela gulped. It wasn’t a question.

“It’s getting so tight!”, cried Sara.  Indeed her bra was.  Breast-flesh was spilling out over the top and bottom of the cups as she grew bigger and bigger.  Earlier in the day she had purchased a box of Mammomax and taken a pill, thinking she might add a cup or two to her bust.  It had actually been closer to four, bringing her up to a G-cup in a few minutes and causing her nipples to be just level with the edges of the cups on her now-overfilled bra.  She had loved it, and spent the next hour rubbing her nipples between her fingers and moaning loudly.  With increasing pleasure came a thought about how good it might feel if she were even bigger.  At first she had denied the idea, realizing she had have a bra that fit at least a little bit.  This of course led to rationalizations as the urge grew stronger.

What the hell, she had thought. This bra can handle a few more cup sizes. And I could always wear a thick sweater. She placed another pill in her mouth, giggling in anticipation as she felt the sensation of her growth resuming.  Once she started, she just couldn’t stop, and now the rest of the box lay empty.

With a loud snap, the back clasps of the bra burst open, and Sara moaned in pleasure as her thumb-sized nipples popped out of the cups, hardening instantly in the cool air.

“Oh, hello,  I’m so glad you accepted my invitation.  My daughter?  Unfortunately she couldn’t make it,” she said in mock disappointment, “which I’m actually kind of glad about, I wanted you all to myself.”  She led you over to the couch and sat down next to you.  “I always knew my daughter would be able to attract a stud, but I never imagined she’d catch a man with monster cock like yours.  Don’t think I didn’t notice, you can’t hide a huge bulge like that from me no matter how hard you try…”

She took a sip of the wine she’d been holding as she started rubbing your cock through your pants.  Out of the corner of your eye you though you saw her breasts move.  Did they look bigger?  You watched more closely as she took another sip.  Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped as more tit flesh grew out of her top.  She noticed the shocked expression on your face and smiled.

“I guess my daughter hasn’t shown you this trick yet,” she said mischievously, “It runs in the family, so if you ever want her to have bigger boobs for a night just feed her some alcohol.  Watch this…”  She downed the rest of her glass and within seconds she had more tit flesh spilling out of her top than was in it.  She quickly slipped out of her top before her tits burst out of it.  Seeing all of her huge breasts only made your cock grow even bigger and harder

“Mmm, you’re getting even bigger, I need to see it,” she said excitedly while undoing your pants.  She gasped as your giant, throbbing erection sprang free.  “Oh, my, god!!  It’s even bigger than I imagined and it’s still growing!!  I can’t even get both of my hands around it,” she exclaimed, “I’m gonna need to make my tits a lot bigger if I want to please this monster.  I’ll be right back.”  

She ran off to the kitchen and quickly came back with two more bottles of wine.  “I hope you’re ready to see me bigger than I’ve ever been,” she said as she popped open the first bottle.  She started chugging and with each gulp of wine her tits grew bigger.  they were already as big as basket balls and quickly grew past beach balls.  By the time she started the second bottle her tits were nearly the size of yoga balls.  When she finished that one, her tits had grown to the size of small cars.

“Mmmm, now I’ve got tits worthy of your massive cock,” she murmured, lust dripping from each word.  Your cock had gotten so big while she was growing that she could stand in front of you while you were sitting, and the head of your cock was at her eye level.  She literally hugged your throbbing monster in between her massive tits.  They were so big and soft around your cock that you nearly came right then and there.

As the years rolled by, and her metabolism slowed, she put on some weight. The vast majority of it went straight to her ass, but she couldn’t help but feel self-conscious of the little bit of cellulite, her love handles, and anything else that reminded her she wasn’t 22 anymore. She missed the life she used to live, strutting down the beech, just intuitively feeling the boners she provoked, knowing the self-esteem points she drained from the women around her. One day, she decided to try on an old bathing suit, just to reminisce. It was skimpy before, but now her ass was absolutely swallowing it. The bottoms nearly broke just trying to pull them up past her double-wide hips. She wished it wasn’t so, but she had to admit that her best years were behind her…

Another year went by- another year of eating and watching sitcoms and enjoying herself. In that year came more arm fat, more chub around her stomach, and an even greater addition to her ass and hips. One day she caught a glimpse of herself in the hall mirror. She had to step back quite a ways to even get her full ass into view. She was enormous beyond belief. But something changed in her in that moment, like she saw something that wasn’t there before and understood the beauty of it all.

“God, it’s so … plush..” she said, giving it a slight squeeze. It invgorated her, she felt confident, fertile, feminine, and most of all: sexy.

She had on the few clothes that could fit, which left her decent, if she were going swimming. She put on a jacket and headed out the door into the cool fall weather.