YottaKitsune

This man right here.

A blind date. That was all it was, right? You quickly found the woman across the table from you as enchanting as anything could be. When she spoke, you found yourself hard pressed to think about anything other than her voice. And while your eyes did trail over her body occasionally, you always found yourself back to stare deeply into those sapphire hues. You didn't care about the pointed ears or the oddly sharp teeth that peeked out when she smiled widest.

It was just some drinks. She couldn't be persuaded to actually have dinner with you yet, but eventually she excused herself to the bathroom after some buxom blonde disappeared into there. When she was gone you felt like you were in a daze. You couldn't wait for her to return. A few minutes later the blonde stumbled out rubbing her neck. She didn't seem as top-heavy anymore, and her hair seemed shorter. Or was she shorter? That was all impossible.

Eventually Hema returned with her ruby red lips parted into a smile. "Let's go for a walk," she suggested. You eagerly rose to your feet and found that the woman who could rest her head on your chest before could now rest it on your shoulder. Not to mention a new slit had opened on the front of her blouse to show off several inches of cleavage. You asked about the changes and a command echoed through your head as she spoke. "Don't think about it. Everything's like it should be," she said. Even after she finished speaking the words clung to your mind like a static-filled sock.

You don't remember much of that walk, but you felt the date was a success. She gave you a slip of paper with her number on it. It was a little old fashioned trading numbers when you could have just put it directly into each other's phones, but she did what she wanted. You walked home with your head in the clouds, but you made it there easily and fell asleep.

The next morning, you felt like you awoke with a splitting headache and could barely remember anything from the night before. Just a phone number in your pocket and a mental image of blood red hair and glowing blue eyes. You needed more of that.

You called the number and Hema answered shortly. "I'm so happy to hear you're alright," she cooed. I was thinking we could go out for another date this weekend. I did so love the time we spent together." Even through the phone her voice was hypnotic. You immediately agreed to another date. The week both flew by and drug on for an eternity. Sleep was full of nightmares of tearing people apart and committing the most heinous crimes imaginable.

Always you awoke in a cold sweat and you would call Hema to calm you down. Her voice was soothing and you found yourself relaxed by her assurances that they were just dreams, no matter how vivid they were. One night you were awoken by a knock on the door before the date night and Hema was standing in the hallway waiting. She was a whole head taller than you now and she escorted you back to your bed. She was completely enthralling and you just lay on the couch with your head in her lap while she ran her fingers through your hair. "I'll be with you tonight, so don't worry." She leaned forward and her once modest breasts filled your vision. They had to have been at least as big as bowling balls now.

She became more bewitching than ever. Each stroke and you felt more relaxed and... indebted? How odd.

She was gone when your eyes fluttered open. That was fine with you. She just probably went home to get ready for the date that night. The hours ticked by and you pulled the curtains closed. For some reason the daytime sun agitated you. More minutes and hours passed until somebody banged on your door. It sounded like somebody was trying to beat it down and break in!

You ran to the door in a panic and looked through the peephole. All you saw was blue silk and gold embroidery. That was weird. When you opened the door you could only stare at Hema. She smiled down from where her head nearly touched the ceiling. "Are you ready? I don't think I'll fit in your car, so you'll have to walk with me." You nodded dumbly and obediently followed after. All around you neighbors rubbed their necks and rolled their shoulders, and all of them looked far smaller than you remembered. Some of them even looked far older. You didn't understand it, but you just needed to stay with Hema.

She powered forward on legs nearly as long as you were tall and held your hand to force you to jog to keep her pace. It was only right that she not be inconvenienced by your shortness. Instead of a bar or restaurant like before, this time you were taken to her home and went downstairs into a penthouse suite like you had never seen before. Gothic architecture reminded you of old horror movies. She smiled and motioned for you to sit on her couch. She walked off to leave you alone.

She leaned in from behind and you felt a kiss on your neck. "I'll be right back. Sorry, but I need to be a little more comfortable." When had she gotten there? You felt lightheaded, but you nodded obediently. There was no reason to doubt your mistress. You tugged at your clothes, not sure when you had lost so much weight. They were very baggy and hung off of you like a child wearing their parents' clothes. Hema returned a few minutes later wearing a lacy cocktail dress that showed off a great deal of her pale skin.

More dreams flooded my sleep that night. Mostly regretful and guilty nightmares of all the times 'I' had killed 9S. I guess having a soul crammed inside a magical robot messed a few things up. Or maybe she was supposed to operate like that? I didn't know.

It was already well into the afternoon by the time I woke up, and I was woken up by pounding on my door. I barely heard 042's morning greeting. "So much for a No-Tell Motel," I muttered as I opened the door. "Wish you people were quieter." Several sleek military vehicles had filled the parking lot, and the thumping of a helicopter could be heard somewhere overhead. "Oh, uh... you're not hotel management..."

A pair of men in black suits stood to either side of an elderly man with comically thick glasses. "How did you get here?" Allfather asked with a curious tilt of his head.

I gave a weary expression. "I walked."

"Bah!" He gave a derisive snort. "Obstinate machine. You could do without such stubbornness." He hobbled on his cane back to the newest looking of the vehicles that could almost pass for a civilian car, and one of the suits opened the door for him. He waited for me to join and stared. I looked around the parking lot and saw that 'my' van was laying on its side, smashed out of the way by one of the troop transports.

I sighed and walked out of the room. I honestly couldn't think of a logical reason to turn this place into a war zone. Once I joined the man, I paused and looked down at him. "Before we go any further, what do you want from me?" I folded my arms and waited. Time was on my side, after all.

Allfather harumphed and tapped his cane on the pavement. "We are attempting to stem the tide of creatures from Jericho. Particularly the large one with red eyes that seems to lead them." He motioned to the open door with a gnarled hand. I saw that without a show of good faith on my part since he had, however begrudgingly, started giving me what I wanted, I needed to do the same. After we all piled into the vehicle, he continued. "Things are going poorly. You originated from Jericho. Whether you want to be or not, you are tied to the decline of the world."

If I hadn't been an Android, I might have lightly flinched at that. "As such, you should also be tied to its restoration." One of the men across from us handed me a file that I quickly skimmed. "You generate something similar to the strange energy that created the Legion. It is almost identical. We were studying the mysterious particles that created the Legion already, but now we are studying your purer Maso particles. We manufactured soldiers using a drug that was formulated from these studies as a sort of inoculation against White Chlorination Syndrome, but they could not stop Red Eye."

I looked over the reports. The study on me, however brief, rushed the timeline forward considerably. "You lost contact with the First Crusade."

The other men tensed, but Allfather remained passive. My knowledge of what was future turned present unnerved them, and put them all on edge. "We did. And now, while we try to create more squads, you are our current attempt." He looked out the window and took on a somber tone. "He is beyond man and beast and seeks only our destruction. Humanity asks your aid, Machine."

I bristled at being called "Machine" but said nothing about it. I wanted to say 'no', but it was as if the word had been stripped from my vocabulary. I wanted to tell him to go out and get romantically intimate with a cactus, preferably one of the little itchy ones, but my body refused to say anything like that. "I will consider it." It was as close to no as I could get, but it may as well have been yes.

Not sure what I'll dress up as for the next one. Some thoughts say 2B while others say Bowsette, but I did get recommended Ann Takamaki as well.

"Bigger?" Yuki asked in a confused tone. You weren't sure why you had said that. "You wish I was bigger?" Yuki had a knack for making you speak your mind. Even if it was subconscious. You slowly nodded, still unsure why you said that. You were largely on autopilot when you spoke to her. You weren't exactly opposed to her being bigger in several ways, and once you thought about it some it was just sort of natural.

You had always been drawn to bigger girls, and you admitted as much to her. After a little while, you were discussing what about her being bigger you meant. More or less you meant everything; bigger breasts, longer legs, taller, everything.

She still seemed confused, but she didn't seem upset. Instead she looked up to you with those blue eyes you were constantly lost in and she squished her breasts together as she smiled. "I know you think they're small, but you can still have fun with these tonight, right?" She pulled you in for a kiss and the rest of the night was a blur.

Eventually you fell asleep in each other's arms and a dreamless sleep followed. The last thing you remembered was her whispering something into your ear. "I will be much bigger by the time you wake up."

When your eyes fluttered open, Yuki sat on the edge of the bed. "I need to go shopping for a new wardrobe." She folded her arms under her breasts gave a sweet smile. She was taller than you now and you could clearly see her breasts from behind. You flopped out of bed and hurried to see her from the front.

"Everything is so small now." Everything that wasn't her anyways. "I don't know if the stores will have clothes big enough for me..." That statement flooded your mind with thoughts of her destroying bras and bursting buttons trying to squeeze into anything at all. It excited you to imagine. Her smile broadened and she pulled you against her.

Half your torso felt the rapturous softness of her breasts, and then you felt her plump thighs wrap around your waist. That was when you said it. One of her ears twitched, and she looked to you. "You still wish I was bigger?" she repeated. Why did you say that? What possessed you to say such things over and over?

Another deep kiss broke that train of thought, and you were lost in her intoxicating taste. Every one of your senses were close to overloading and she was pushing your body to its limits. You faintly remembered something about granting your every wish, but for all you knew it was a dream.

The next time your eyes took in light, you zeroed in on the beach balls that hung over you like a pair of lustful moons. "Good morning." Yuki's gentle smile put you at ease. "I got some new clothes, but I'm guessing you'd prefer I wore as little of them as possible." You stared up at her speechless. She was as close to perfect as a person could get. She planted her arms to either side of you, hands big enough to hold your head like an apple spread just inches from your head. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. And yet...

"Even bigger?" She had only the faintest bit of concern in her voice, but it disappeared as soon as it arrived. "You still wish I was even bigger?" How many times would you wish that? She slowly lowered until she lay on top of you. She was more than twice your height, and most of your body was covered by the warm, doughy flesh of her breasts. "There is always room for improvement. Shall we see how much better bigger is?"

Another kiss, and you were lost. You don't know for how long. It could have been minutes or days, but you didn't care. When you stumbled out of bed, you needed to be back with her again. You were almost physically addicted to how she made you feel.

"I'm out here!" Yuki called. You ran out to the backyard and bounced off one of her breasts. "We might have to move," she said apologetically. She laid across the small chunk of verdant field that was fenced in to be yours. Every breath caused her breasts to advance two inches closer, but they only retreated a single inch when she exhaled. Each of those heavenly mounds had grown so big she couldn't even reach all the way around one of them, much less both. You were pretty sure everything else had ripened nicely, but you would have to walk a ways to see for sure.

She wobbled forward on her breasts while you stared slack-jawed and picked you up like a small doll. "I was thinking somewhere more open, like Washington or Texas. What do you think?"

"Much bigger?" Yuki repeated. You felt tired after wishing that. Maybe you had Pavloved yourself? She tilted her head in confusion as she looked down on you. "How much bigger is 'much bigger'?" Her eyes glittered at your answer. "Just bigger?" Your world seemed to dim and you could feel the slender fingers that wrapped around you first grow stronger, then grow longer.

Yuki gave you an affectionate lick. Even as your consciousness faded, you could already tell she was growing. You could hear it, too, if the sounds of crushing buildings were any indication. "You'll get whatever you wish for," was the last thing you heard.

When you finally came to, you found yourself on an immense field in the mountains. Looking ahead you could only see Yuki. Mountains lay between you and her and even they were dwarfed by her being barely small rocks by comparison. "Good morning," she sang when she could see you move. "Before you say anything, I need to tell you some things finally."

Your breath caught in your throat. As you stared at the vixen in the distance, you could see a large mountain slowly disappear underneath one of her breasts. And then another. One of her ears twitched and a cloud was scattered. "Your wishes come true. The things you really and truly want come into being. You wished for your perfect girlfriend and here I am. You kept wishing for me to be bigger, and look at me now!"

She began squirming and trying to reach for her breasts. "F-full..." she whined. While she reached for her nipples the crawled further out of her reach. Before your eyes Yuki's breasts swelled even faster. "Y-you wished for... m-milk...?" You were both helpless. Her to do anything about the unreal pressure that filled her, and you to do anything but watch Yuki reach scales you had only dreamed of.

You stared at your girlfriend's bust if only so you could look to her face. "I've been growing all morning!" You could feel her heartbeat in the air like a thrum of power. And each bass-heavy thump filled the bedroom with more of her. You were sure there was a bed somewhere in there, but you were also sure it had been crushed underneath Rachel's sizeable ass. "You wouldn't believe how great this all feels!" Somewhere behind you was the sound of wood being reduced to splinters. Probably your dresser. "And it keeps feeling better!"

A rumble like distant thunder drew your attention to Rachel's stomach, then hesitantly back to her face. She was lacking her lips as she stared down at you. "I'm getting really hungry, though... and I already cleaned out the fridge..."

You weren't stupid. You ran out saying you would go get her food. Honestly you didn't really know what to do. As you drove off in your car you racked your brain thinking on how to fix this. Maybe eating was what caused it? You spent a few hours waiting it out and goofing off on your phone as you hoped when you went home she would be regular sized, if a bit hangry.

After those hours had passed, you began heading to the next city over. You figured you could wait it out there, and if you got a phone call you knew she was back to normal. What you saw, though, made you feel sick. Your stomach sank and twisted itself into knots. "Sooo hungry..." echoed Rachel's voice. At some point while you were trying to not see her, she had wandered over to the next town. She struggled to reach for a small building just passed her breasts that kept her pinned to the ground.

"Boss, I think I've got data bloat..." You weren't sure what to say at the sight of your partner. Renamon knelt on the ground and looked up at you with concern. Admittedly, it was hard to keep eye contact. "They're really heavy..."

The way they wobbled as she spoke was distracting. And the way they filled more of her lap with every minute demanded your attention once you were staring. You assured her you would go call a specialist and find out what was wrong. After waiting several minutes, you finally spoke with a guy. "It shouldn't be a problem. A digimon will naturally accumulate data like that, then purge the unnecessary junk data. Sometimes a virus can cause it, but a standard vaccine program can fix that."

You thanked the man and hung up and relayed the information to Renamon. Or at least you started to until you turned around.

Your jaw dropped seeing her now. Her breasts filled the couch and she knelt behind it. "If you're sure it's not a problem, Boss..." She gave a weak smile. Understandably, you felt small beside her. You heard the chitter of electricity and that feeling of diminutiveness grew with your partner as she slowly filled the living room. "It... kinda feels good now..." Renamon cooed.

You rushed off, saying you were going out to get a vaccine program. "Take your time," Renamon said as you crawled into your car. Inside your house you heard the crunch of your sofa being flattened by the sheer weight of your partner's breasts. You needed to move quickly if this was going to get taken care of.

Getting back home with the vaccine took longer than expected, and your partner loomed over your house. Or rather, she had smashed through the roof and now looked down at you with a contented smile. "Hey, Boss... almost didn't notice you down there... Neighbors aren't too happy with me..." She grunted as the front wall gave way and let her breasts wobble out into the yard. "I think that virus is too strong for that." In a few moments, her breasts had filled the yard and threatened to do the same to the neighbors' homes. Her head neared the sky with every moment.

"Babe! The military is attacking me again!" It wasn't a complaint so much as it was excitement. Every bullet that struck your girlfriend simply stopped cold and fell to the ground. Every bomb turned into a dud. Every missile caused those tantalizing curves to wobble and dance on their own. And she reveled in how powerful it made her feel.

She wasn't always this big. At one time the vixen that spread out over half a ruined city barely came up to your waist, but this morning something had changed.

Every time force was used against her, she absorbed that energy to grow larger.

It was a simple concept, and at first you thought you were dreaming. But it was too real. To detailed. She darted out into traffic and took a semi to her side with a grin. She provoked the cops like she was the star of some b list monster movie from the fifties. And always her breasts grew faster than the rest of her. She set you on top of them while they were the size of bean bag chairs and told you to stay put. "I love feeling you crawling on them," she said as bullets rained down on her. She shielded you and looked at you with the same love she always did.

She tripped over her feet as she walked, and her breasts leveled houses on their own. She didn't get up and simply stared at her steadily dwindling partner on her breast. Nobody was sure how to handle her, but they definitely had the mentality of one of those crappy movies and hoped at some point she would get hurt by some kind of weapon. Truthfully they had done more damage to the city than her.

And now they were trying agIn.