John woke with a start. A cold sweat on his brow sent shivers down his spine as he looked around his darkened bedroom. Nothing. He was alone. Where did she go? He didn’t feel safe without her here.
John turned to his glass of water on his nightstand to quench his thirst but noticed the ripples. A reverberation shook his glass until he picked it up, stopping it. Then he felt it in his bed. The house was shaking, but not like an earthquake. Every second or so, a surge would shake everything - his bed, his wardrobe, the pictures on the walls. This didn’t frighten John one bit. It meant she was coming.
The rumbles became clearer. They were footsteps. They quickened until there was a pause. The silence wrapped around John until he heard the door handle turning. The door opened slowly with the light from the hallway pouring in. Once fully open, a silhouette of a 10-foot-tall being blocked the light from filling the bedroom.
“What are you doing awake, Lil guy? Did you have another nightmare?” Emma asked as she ducked through the bedroom doorway. She flicked the light switch off and closed the door. Her massive form was covered just barely by a sheer nightie, but John could still see every inch of her amazing body. The moonlight glistened off her impressive thigh muscles and biceps, dwarfing his own by a number of inches. Her wide, fertile hips barely slid through the doorway, not to mention her 80-inch ass didn’t do her any favors. Heaving from her torso was the feature she was most proud of - her breasts. Jutting out nearly 3 feet in front of her, they hung heavy yet perky, covering her abs all the way to her pussy.
“Does someone need to feel safe again?” She asked in a nurturing tone. John could only nod as Emma climbed into their newly-reinforced bed. The floorboards and frame groaned in pain as she adjusted herself. Once comfortable, she pulled John into her cleavage. The warmth enveloped his adult frame entirely until he could feel her sternum hit his back. He could feel her toned abs flexing against his ass. “Is that better, sweetie?” He just nodded as they both drifted back to sleep.
—
If you had seen these two this time last year, it would be impossible to tell they were the same people. John was a 6 foot 9 inch tall adonis sweeping the local, state, and national bodybuilding competitions. He eat, slept, and breathed the gym rat lifestyle. His arms were as thick as car tires, with thigh and calve muscles larger than most adults' torsos. He regularly adorned his skin with fake tan cream to highlight the 12-pack that he was so proud of, as well as a set of pecs that regularly danced under his paper-thin tank tops to impress the women in his gym. His pearly white teeth sparkled in his perfect smile as he waved at all the other meatheads and gym junkies that work out with him, happy to be supported by them.
However, the real reason he liked working out in a regular gym and not his private gym at home was as simple as it was cruel: he thought he was better than them. These shrimps and peons could barely lift the barbell he used. In his mind, John wasn’t just a tier above the other gym patrons. No, he was a god among mortals and when he had the chance, he loved to show the little people just how little they were.
Maybe someone would ask for a spotter and John would offer to help, but then hold the barbell firmly in place or even press it down into their chest as they struggled to lift it. Maybe he’d see someone lifting weights and intentionally grab weights that were double or even triple the weight. Without breaking a sweat, he’d curl them, flip them, juggle them - anything to make the people around him feel small. There was nothing the gym could do about it, no one was brave enough to stand up to him. Lease of all, his wife.
Emma was nothing like John. Honestly, most people couldn’t believe Emma would ever be in a relationship with such an obnoxious, horrible person. She had the justifications that she’d told herself, but the real answer was much more depressing. John saw Emma at the gym one day and came over. He made his feelings clear and Emma felt blessed to be fancied by such a specimen. Once she knew what he was really like, there really wasn’t a way to say no to him. To be clear, he never hurt her or coerced her into anything criminal, but she had little to no agency in this relationship. Things were John’s way, all the time.
If Emma wanted Mexican for dinner and Johnny wanted plain chicken and rice, they were having plain chicken and rice. If she wanted to watch a rom-com and he wanted to watch a Stephen Segal movie, they were watching Under Seige. Emma couldn’t even work out at their gym anymore because he wanted his “alone time.” Emma knew what it really meant - he wanted to ogle women and show off in front of them. He needed to feed his enormous ego, and Emma wasn’t going to get in the way of that. She wondered why John would even want to stay with her, but deep down she knew - he liked the power he had over his wife. John knew that Emma enjoyed the money and influence his career had afforded them. They had a nice house, a nice car, in a beautiful city and there wasn’t a single thing that Emma couldn’t get if John was willing to give to her. That said, Emma’s life revolved around John’s wants and needs. She could lie to herself and pretend it was good for the both of them that John slept around with the women at the gym, but she couldn’t keep this up. She needed a break. No, she needed change. Drastic change. She just didn’t know where to look.
One summer night, Emma cracked open the window to their master bedroom and looked out to the stars. They lived far enough away from the big city to see the constellations and even the Milky Way on a clear night. A cool breeze ran through her blonde hair as she looked up at the full moon, bathing in its light. Emma took a deep breath, savoring this moment. On nights like these, when the moon is at its fullest, something would stir within her. At most, Emma would feel a little bit more confident on these days. John made sure to not let her get too big for her britches.
Unfortunately for Emma, she grew up without her grandparents, but if she had, she could have learned the truth about their family history. The women in Emma’s family were born with magic running through their veins, if only they knew how to tap into it. Neither Emma nor her mother were aware of this, so magic never manifested for her mother. Unlike Emma’s situation, her mother married a good man at a young age and raised Emma without many life-altering complications. She never needed the magic to help her.
For Emma, however, she needed help. This evening, while looking up at the moon that centuries ago powered the spells of her ancestors, Emma made a wish. “I want what he has…”
She simply thought she would whisper it to the wind and move on from all pointless dreams of a better life. But tonight, someone was listening. Generations upon generations of ancestors mourned for Emma’s suffering. They were powerful women in their day and seeing their descendants grovel and shrink in the presence of that monster of a husband, they could not stand idly by. Pulling their magic together on this perfect night, they granted Emma’s wish. It was quite specific, but they could do it.
Beneath the moon, the magic of the elders burned through that atmosphere, dazzling Emma with a show of shooting stars. She smiled while the magic danced in her eyes. She felt lucky, for the first time in a long time, to see such a magical show. Little did she know, it was all about to change.
—-
The next day, Emma woke up with a renewed purpose. She hopped out of bed and eyed herself in the bedroom mirror. Before her stood a scrawny, flat, 5-foot-nothing woman. “No more!” She said to herself, pumping herself up. Emma put on her workout gear and made her way to their personal gym. She’d really only used the treadmill and elliptical machine for cardio, but today, she was ready for more. She nabbed a few protein shakes to fuel her workout and if anyone could see what she was doing, they would be in shock. This petite woman was lifting weights nearly double her weight like they were nothing! It was as if she were in a trance, downing shakes and lifting, shaking, throwing, whipping - she was a mad woman. Five hours later, she looked at herself in the mirror, dripping with sweat. In an unbelievable feat, Emma had muscle mass.
Not just a little definition, she actually had some respectable gains to her arms, abs, legs and best of all - ass. Once flatter than plywood, this was a certified bubble butt. The new mass stretched her clothes in incredible ways, but the most frustrating was her crotch. Her ass had tacked on so much mass that it had pulled the material tight on her clit. Every movement felt like a tease, driving her to become more and more horny. She needed release. Thankfully, she just heard the front door open.
Emma sauntered down the hall to their bedroom to see John getting ready for a shower. She couldn’t deny it, he was hot. With his back turned, she teased her pussy through her pants staring at him. She twisted her tiny nipples at the sight of his bulging shoulder muscles. She was hungry to mount her man, and maybe hungry for something more…
She quickly and quietly undressed behind him as he trimmed his facial hair. She snuck up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. He whipped around quickly looking around and seeing no one, that was until he felt a warm, wet set of lips envelop his cock. She locked eyes with the giant she called her husband and deep-throated his massive cock. Her throat bulged as she forced every fucking inch inside herself. She gripped his rock-hard ass for support as she face fucked her husband.
“Babe, what’s gotten into you? I need to get ready…” John could barely think. Emma had never been this enthusiastic in any of their sexual liaisons in the past. Something about her hunger for his cock made him weak in the knees. His beefy hands gripped the countertop behind him for support. “Fuck, babe, it’s like you’re sucking the soul out of ME!” On that note, she gripped his heavy balls and gave them a light squeeze. He wasn’t far off from cumming, and she wanted her prize. If only she knew what was driving her to do this. She would know soon enough.
Within seconds, John gripped her head and came down her throat. The convulsions were almost too much for John and he almost toppled over on top of Emma. Strangely, she released his balls and used her hand to hold him up while she continued to milk his cock. This tiny woman was holding up a nearly 7-foot-tall giant, all while draining his balls… and something more. The wish was at work, stealing away something from John and transferring it to Emma. Neither seemed to notice, Emma was too busy cumming from the feeling of her belly filling with cum and John’s brain had more or less left his body.
After what felt like 5 minutes, Emma released John and he collapsed onto his hands and knees. He could barely catch his breath. “What… pant what’s gotten into you?”
Emma wiped the corners of her mouth as she patted the tiny food belly-sized bulge in her stomach. It quickly shrunk back down and she stood up. If anyone was paying close enough attention, they would have noticed a few changes. Emma was taller - not by much, just a few inches. Her ass and muscles had definitely flared out, but most impressive were her breasts. She had gone up a cup size, which John immediately noticed. He had only pressured Emma into getting a boob job - had she finally done it and he’d been too absent recently to notice?
“I just needed to feel my strong man cum down my throat, is all,” Emma batted her eyelashes, playing off this change in character. “I’m gonna take a shower. Mind ordering in some food? Thanks!” Emma closed the door and locked it, leaving her husband dumbstruck on the ground.
He shook his head. “Who the fuck did she think she was?” He thought to himself, getting more and more pissed by the second. Something stopped him from kicking down the door for her disrespect, so he waited by the door, steaming.
When Emma emerged, she had a towel wrapped around her chest and another around her head. “Hey cutie, when’s the food going to arrive?”
“Emma, I don’t know what this change in attitude is, but it stops now!” He was pissed, but Emma seemed unfazed. “I’m not the one that handles the food, you do. I was going to take a shower, now I’m going to be late for the gym.”
She unwrapped the towel from her head and dried her hair. “I’m sorry you’re frustrated, babe,” she sounded detached as if nothing he could say could affect her anymore. “I’m just so hungry and I knew you had to eat before you left. But now, you won’t have enough fuel for your big, strong muscles.” She walked over to him and caressed his pectoral muscles. They were larger than her own tits, but hers almost looked like a full B-cup at this size. “If you order some food, I can make it up to you…” She bit her lip, playing him like a fiddle. With a flick, the towel wrapped around her breasts fell free. John was shocked to see what looked to be a muscle definition. Where the hell did that come from?!
She walked backward away from him, her tits bouncing with each step. Never in their entire relationship had she had enough meat up top for that kind of bounce. “What’s going on with you?” John couldn’t follow what Emma was up to. “Maybe all those steroids and supplements were making him lose it,” he thought to himself.
“I wanna make up for my mistake to my big, sexy husband,” she pouted her now plush lips with a devilish grin beneath it all. “Come over here and Emmy will make it all better…” She flexed her pointer finger into a come hither motion, and something inside of John broke. Every other sexual encounter in his life was on his terms, but now, she was in control. “Lay down, sweetie. I’ve got you…” John stripped down and laid on the bed, facing up. His cock was rock hard, partially from the new curves and partially due to outside forces neither of them could perceive. “I’m gonna make you feel all better, ok sweetie? Just give me more of that tasty cummmmm…” The end of that sentence was punctuated but her impaling herself on his cock. Her plush pussy gobbled up his entire length, and her enhanced muscles massaged his dick well as she started to ride.
He just laid back, not engaging. Normally, John would be taking what he wanted. Now, all the power was in Emma’s hands. He tried to grab her throat, knowing that she liked to be choked. Emma just giggled. “Silly boy. I’ve got it from here, just lay back and let me take what I need.”
Emma barely knew what she was saying, but she felt incredible. His cock had never felt this good in their entire relationship. Her heightened strength also led to heightened sensitivity, making every jiggle of her growing breast or impact on her ass all the more enjoyable. She started to pick up the pace, feeling his cock twitching inside her. “Oh, does big boy need to cum? Can’t hold just a little longer?”
John was in ecstasy and couldn’t control himself. He’d never had someone make him feel this way. “I’m… I’m trying…” his face grew red in anger, but a finger touched his lips.
“Shhhh…. Just cum for me. Give it all to me, sweetie.” Just like that, he was cumming harder than a few minutes prior. His hands curled around the corners of the duvet as he reached for any kind of grip. “Oh, fuck YES! Cum in me! God, I’m cumming!” Her pussy gripped as hard as her fist as she squirted cum all over his lap. Her hands ran through her hair as she came over and over again. Every flex of her pussy timed with a shot of cum from John. Her lower belly bulged with each shot of cum, but shrank down just as fast. The magic was fast at work, taking what it needed from John.
“Oh fuck, stud! Great work,” Emma was smiling as she dismounted. With a big stretch, arms over her head, she brought her arms down into a flex. John felt crazy… it was almost as if she was filling more of the mirror. Like her frame was… bigger?
“Thanks for that, cutie. Now, where’s that food at?” Emma went back to getting cleaned up as John lay there in shock. He was in heaven, but something felt different. He slowly sat up and grabbed his phone. He opened up a food delivery app and placed a repeat order from the Chinese place Emma liked. His eyes drew down to his own chest and arms. Was he crazy, or was his shirt a little … looser than before?
“Food is on its way, honey.”
“Thanks, sweetie. You’re the best!” Emma gave a wink around the corner of the bathroom and went back to work.
—-
Over the next few months, their sex life exploded. John couldn’t keep Emma off of him, and he didn’t want to. When he came home from the gym, when he was making her dinner (when had he ever done that), when he was waking up. Multiple times he’d been awakened to his now curvaceous wife’s luscious breasts swaying in his face as she made him cum again.
He had been noticing the changes in her body, but Emma would always wave him off. Gaslighting him, making him believe it was just a new supplement. When John would ask follow-up questions, she would just shove his face in her cleavage or bring his hand to her ass. Both options usually shut him up.
Speaking of, her breasts have grown to incredible sizes since the change. Once AA Cups and now H cups and breaking through most of her tank tops. Emma has resorted to stealing his tank tops, but those barely fit now too. He would protest, getting mad even, but the cruel words and comments would just roll off her back. Emma would throw a wink at him and wiggle her 44-inch hips at him and watch his erection grow.
John looked at himself in his mirror and finally needed to address what was happening to him. He’d been noticing his clothing… changing. Not fitting as well anymore. He thought it had to do with missed gym days to take care of the house, but it has to be more than that. People don’t lose height in a few months. Once nearing professional basketball player height, he was barely 6 foot 2 inches. He still had muscles, but not the blown-up balloons that he’d worked hard on. He was basically swimming in his clothes. Emma had started calling him her “little guy”, which was starting to become a reality.
She should be a pip-squeak, but Emma is somehow 5 foot 9 inches tall and climbing. Not just that, or the curves, but her confidence had improved, her skin was clearer, and she couldn’t stop exercising. Her muscles were growing at a phenomenal rate, looking like pythons fighting to rip out of her clothes.
“Hey babe!” Emma called from the bedroom.
“Coming, sweetie,” John didn’t know what was getting into him, he just knew he had to run and help her. When he entered the room, he found his wife bent over the bed, wiggling her hips at him.
“I could really use some release, and my big strong man knows exactly what I need.” John couldn’t control himself. He dropped his pants and walked toward her plump rump, slipping his already erect cock into her dripping snatch. “That’s it, good boy. Cum for me.”
After a few pumps and the right words, John had no choice. His loads were only getting bigger and today was no exception. “Mmmm fuck yeah, fill me up!” Her belly bulged as she was leaned over the bed, pressing on her tits. Just like always, Emma’s body sucked up every drop and her belly shrank back down in no time. Every time John would think of asking about what happened to it all, she would just kiss his cheek and say how cute he was.
“Thanks, babe! I’m actually going to go hit the gym, don’t forget to have my food ready for when I get back.” Emma kissed his forehead, which she was slowly growing closer to day by day. “I’ll make it worth your while.” The thought of having sex for a fourth time today made his knees weak, his backache, and his dick hard.
“Wait,” John paused. “You’re going out?”
“Yeah,” Emma worked on her up-do in the mirror, barely acknowledging her husband. “Some of your old workout buddies hit me up for a workout and I wanted to learn some pointers. You don’t mind do you?”
“Of course, I mind! Those are my friends! Why do I need to stay home while you go out,” John was cut off with a kiss to his lips. Her mouth enveloped his and she dipped her tongue in between his lips. She separated, pecking his lips one last time.
“Babe, I’m not stealing your friends,” she rubbed his hair, assuring him. “Mama just needs some… help with her gains.” She gave him another wink. “I won’t be back late, save some dinner for me.” John watched her plunging neckline jiggle as she skipped out the door and slammed it shut.
—--
Two months later, John sat at the dining room table, dinner ready for her but she didn’t get home until 2 hours later than promised.
“Where were you?” John tried to act intimidating, but again, nothing was fazing Emma.
“Oh, you’re friends were so helpful and we got to talking, and well… one thing led to another.” She finished the sentence by taking her coat off and her body looking drastically bigger than when she left. Her new abilities seemed to stretch beyond just her husband, she was taking from any man she wanted. Her sports bra was threatening to split down the middle and her ass was completely see-through in her leggings. So were her leg muscles, to be honest. All of her clothes were criminally too small.
“Don’t worry, I told them you say hi,” Emma sat down, her breasts jiggling from the impact. John looked up at his growing wife, who now surpassed him in height to 6 foot 5 inches tall. He’d just shrunk past 5 foot 11 inches but was losing the nerve to call her out. “Good job on dinner, honey!” She gave him a smooch and went back to tacking on mass.
—-
John slowly opened his eyes, seeing only darkness. He could barely breathe and he couldn’t lift his head up. He started to panic. As he tried to thrash, he felt the force on top of him move. It was Emma. All 7 feet of her. She was fucking him in his sleep. “Sorry babe, you were tossing and turning in your sleep and I know when you cum, you sleep better.” Her breasts lay heavy on his chest. Her weight was crushing, but he had enough room to breathe at this angle. “Let me make it up to you.” With a free, bulging arm, she guided one of her massive teats to his mouth. “Suck for me, baby. I know you love it.”
John resisted, for a moment, before giving in. He didn't love it. “That’s a good boy,” she cooed as she went back to fucking the life out of him. He’d been in touch with some of the guys from the gym and they were looking just like he was. Scrawny, short, and hopelessly addicted to Emma. They’d do anything for her, so they started finding more men for her to fuck. She was so grateful that she’d bless them all with sloppy, mind-blowing blowjobs.
Before long, Emma was crashing her hips down with the force of a car crashing into a cement barrier. The air was being pressed out of her lungs. She was going to cum. To get her there, John sucked hard on her thick teat and scrambled to reach her other tit. They were larger than yoga balls at this point, but more sensitive than ever. His hand connected with her other nipple and twisted. Hard.
That did it. Her hips slammed down, nearly shattering his pelvis as she came all over her husband. Emma screamed to the roof, nearly touching it now when she stood up, and squirting cum all over John. He was well-trained enough now to cum on command, and no matter how small her got, his cock and balls always swelled. Just a little bit, to keep her happy. He stopped wanting to question it long ago. Her belly swelled as she buried her face in her cleavage to suppress her scream. Her body convulsed as her pussy muscles gripped John’s cock for dear life.
After what felt like 10 minutes, she released him, falling back. “Hope that helped sweetie,” her impact on the bed shook the whole house. “Oh don’t worry, the bed guy is delivering the new rig tomorrow. Your big girl needs more support,” she pecked John’s cheek and rolled back over. The bed thrashed as all her muscles and bulk jiggled to a stop.
The next morning, he was just north of 5 feet even. Thankfully, Emma was there to protect him.
—-
All the night’s following this last fuck, Emma had started gripping John in her sleep. Just holding him tight, but thanks to her car-crushing tits, he would find himself sinking into her cleavage. While warm, he adjusted. Sleeping naked meant he stayed the most comfortable. Some nights, she’d get up and leave him for a moment, and that’s when he learned he was dependent. Not just for Emma to bring in the money from her body-building career and her training videos. Not just for the constant sexual gratification. No, he now needed her to sleep well at night. Nestled into his goddess’ cleavage.
Wait, no. His wife’s cleavage. He’d been slipping up like that recently. Unfortunately, Emma was a fan of being called a goddess. That’s exactly what she was turning into.
“I’ve got you, babe,” she’d whisper into her cleavage as she drifted back to sleep. Dreaming of getting bigger.
THE END