Hands on hips, two nearly grown H-cups straining the confines of her red robe, and an ass built to smother his entire head - that’s what Darren was faced with. Not the slender frame of the woman he loves, who he married, but this ultra-curvy demi-goddess staring him down like she was ready to attack.
“Well… Darren? Do you have anything you’d like to say?” Erica was in control. She could see him tenting the blankets on the bed as he stuttered to get any words out.
“Erica… what the hell am I looking at? What the hell happened to you?!” He pulled himself upright, trying to wrap his mind around what he was seeing.
“Oh, you wouldn’t believe me even if I told you,” her words were dripping with seduction when her stomach growled. “Hm… well, seeing is believing, isn’t it?” Her ass and tits ballooned a bit bigger, nothing outrageous. Just enough to stretch her robe open and reveal even more of her cavernous cleavage and hungry mound.
“WHAT THE FUCK?” He shouted.
“Sweetie,” she cooed as she brought a finger to her lips. “No shouting. This is a good thing, isn’t it? What you always wanted?”
“What? What are you talking about?” His mind was racing.
“Darren - stick with me on this one. I… dabbled with some magic,” she explained, seeing his brow furrow. “I know, I know. I didn’t believe it either until I spoke to the woman at the store. She gave me a … gift. Something that gave me the ability to…” she chose her words carefully, “...to be your dream woman.”
“Honey,” his mind was breaking at what she was saying. “You ARE my dream woman,” he insisted.
“That’s what I thought.” A stab of pain hit both of their hearts. “It seems that you’ve been hiding something from me.” She began tearing up, but composed herself. “It’s ok, Darren. Really. I’m not… I’m not really mad, I’m just… disappointed.” They both looked heartbroken. “I thought that I could give you everything you wanted, but I can see now that you wanted… needed…. more.”
“Honey…” his head hung low. “I… I have my fantasies, everybody does. But… I’ve never wanted to be with someone else. It’s just… a fantasy.”
“No, no, of course. I can understand that. But Darren, you have to be honest - our sex life is basically non-existent.” He couldn’t disagree with Erica. “I wanted to find something to rekindle that spark. So…” she motioned to her body.
“I would never ask you to change your appearance for me, honey…” she cut him off.
“I know you wouldn’t. You’re a good man, Darren,” she said as she approached his side of the bed. Even she had to look down at all the bouncing boob-iness beneath her chin. Bras and tops would have to be tomorrow’s problem. She sat down next to Darren and grabbed his hand. “I just… wish you had told me about this.”
He gripped her hand back. “How could I bring this up? I wouldn’t want you to think this is something I wanted you to do, or that I didn’t find you attractive.”
“Darren, I married you, and we’ve been so open with each other. We should be open in the bedroom as well, especially if these feelings and fantasies are so strong,” she looked down and shook her rack to break the tension. They both let out a soft laugh.
“It’s just… I’ve never told anyone about this…” he trailed off.
“Told them what, honey?” Erica stroked his hand, letting him know it’ll be ok.
“I…. I’ve always found women who were… bigger… to be attractive…”
Erica let out another laugh, “Yes, honey, that much is clear.”
“No,” he stopped her. “It’s not just that. I… I’ve fantasies about women getting … bigger…” He couldn’t make eye contact with her.
“Oh… like a… growth fantasy?” She’d never considered this kink before, but… it wasn’t off-putting to her.
“Yeah, something like that. There’s a lot to it, and I’ve never had to explain myself before, but it’s like I said. It’s just a fantasy of a woman’s breasts or ass or belly or… other things getting bigger.” He was so red in the face, and Erica only found it more charming.
She leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the forehead. “Sweetie… It’s ok. Really…”
Darren let out a sigh of relief, but still couldn’t look her in the eyes.
“Darren… It’s ok. And I have a secret for you…” that got him to look up. “I like it…”
“You don’t have to say that, Erica,” he brushed her away. “We can find some way to put you back the way you were -”
“No, no, sir. I want these curves,” she slapped her ass to emphasize her point. “They’re mine, I grew them, and you don’t get to take them away.” She bit her lip to tease him, which helped him relax even more.
“Really, babe?” he asked.
“Really, babe.” She kissed him on the cheek. He pulled her in for a hug and gripped her tight. They both enjoyed her newly grown chest pressed between them, keeping them further apart than usual hugs. After a minute, she could feel him growing hard against her in bed. His hand found her thick thigh and gave it a squeeze, and she moaned in his ear. But she still had her plan -
“Uh, uh, uh,” she shook her head as she pulled away and stood up. “You may want to play with your new presents, but they’re attached to my body, mister.” She tried to look tough, but her jiggling curves undercut her seriousness.
“Oh?” His smirk always made her insides swirl. God, she loved him.
“Oh, indeed.” Her hand snaked up to his cock, rock hard under the covers. “Do you know what today is, my dear?”
There wasn’t enough blood in Darren’s head to think properly. After a good minute of stuttering, he muttered, “November 1st.”
“That’s right! Good job, honey!” In her excitement, one of her tits popped out of the robe. Erica could feel his heart rate increasing in his cock. “Do you know what some young men and women like to do this month? How do they celebrate?”
He was lost, no thanks to the giant boob staring him in the face. “They… give thanks?”
“No, sweetie,” she leaned forward, her tit now against his chest as her lips touched his ear. “They hold off from masturbating, even having sex, until the end of the month.” Erica felt his body tense against her. She had him.
“Oh… I think I’ve heard of that,” he said between breaths.
“I don’t think either of us has ever tried holding off that long, have we? At least, not intentionally.” Darren just shook his head in response. “So… since you’ve been a naughty boy hiding these tasty secrets from me, you won’t be able to fully enjoy them until the end of the month. Think of it as a light punishment for keeping such wonderful secrets from me.” She chewed on his earlobe to tease him further.
“No…” he whimpered, his cock flexing in her hand.
“Uh-uh, sweetie. Don’t get too excited. You need to save all that up for me. Once I feel you’ve done your time, we’ll both be able to enjoy each other.” She could feel him grinding against her hand as his arms wrapped around her. “No, sweetie. You’ve got to be strong for me.”
Erica could feel his cock leak pre-cum, staining their sheets. She looked down and gave it a squeeze. “Oooo… my man is soooo turned on, isn’t he?” He nodded, and his cock flexed in her hand. That’s when they had noticed the magic had changed.
Not changed. Evolved.
With every beat of his heart, her curves twitched, flexed, expanded. It looked as if her heartbeat was synced with his, shaking her due to her excitement. When she noticed a significant pressure on her bulging, puffy pussy, she finally noticed. Erica didn’t let go of her husband; they just both stared in awe as she grew bigger from his cock.
“Now isn’t that a tasty bonus - “ She had the eyes of a tiger on the prowl when she stared at her husband. “So let’s up the ante - and the prize - for not touching yourself this whole month. You can get hard, it’s even encouraged by moi, to help me grow, but no cumming, mister. You hold it in, all in those big, strong balls for me.” She gripped and lightly squeezed his ping pong ball-sized balls, eliciting a squeal from him. “If you can do that, I’ll keep growing for you. Think of it - you can watch my tits burst out of my tops, my ass tearing out of pants, and my pretty pussy growing even more delicious for you.” She was back in his ear, licking and kissing it with each word. “I think that’s a win-win for both of us, don’t you think?”
He was flustered, frustrated, and hornier than he’d been since puberty, but it was his dream - his ultimate fantasy. All he could do was nod. “Good boy,” she whispered and kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll go shower and get ready for bed. Don’t get too worked up, cause I’ll know.” She slapped her fat ass to emphasize her point.
She bounced her way to the bathroom but was stopped by the curvy reflection looking back at her. Her tits were huge, but they didn’t look plastic. They were perky, heavy, huge - and delicious. A turn of her hip showed off an ass that would put most dancers in music videos to shame. A light bounce on her hips caused her cheeks to clap. She covered her mouth and giggled at the sound. She looked over at Darren, who was red in the face. “Never been able to do that before,” she laughed.
The last thing she inspected was her thick thighs and growing pussy. With a tease of her finger, she doubled over on the counter to hold off an orgasm. “God damn, honey! You really like them big, don’t you?” Erica bit her lip as she brought her dripping fingers to her lips. She took her two fingers into her lips and moaned. “I even taste better, sweetie. You’re in for a real treat in December.”
Darren groaned in a mix of annoyance and pain before she blew him a kiss and hopped in the shower. He could hear her moaning from what I assumed was the shower head, teasing her clit. He had to cover his ears with pillows to try to avoid the incredible sounds, but he only grew hungrier.
“You better not be touching yourself,” she yelled from the tub. “My tits are feeling heavier!” She toweled herself up, finished her nightly routine, and hopped into bed with one of Darren’s shirts on.
“I don’t think my normal jammies will fit anymore.” Her nearly I-cup tits stretched Darren’s shirt to its limit, and they could both hear it straining as he grew more aroused. “Now, now, mister. Enough growing for tonight. I need to be able to walk tomorrow. Besides, I do know eating helps be grow and it feels incredible. Maybe you can watch me tomorrow while I house an entire cake and tell me about your dirty imagination.” Erica leaned in and kissed her hubby goodnight, who looked like steam was about to shoot from his ears like in a cartoon.
“Sleep tight, handsome. And thank you for this gift,” Erica said as she rolled over. Darren could still see the outline of her tits and ass under the sheets, no matter what angle she lay down.
After some deep breaths, a bit of meditation, he was able to drift off. If only he knew what was in store this month. This very long month.
She’s already grown so much, and it’s only November 1st! What’s next for our hero? Find out next time!