Chapter 4
Erica blinked herself awake as the sun poured in from the bedroom window. It felt harder to breathe, which caused a bit of anxiety until her hand landed a few inches away from her chest than she was expecting. “That’s right,” she thought, “the game begins.
She made her way downstairs, ready to take in her day off and, of course, see how she could make Darren tick. He was making a fresh pot of coffee that smelled divine and an omelet chock-full of veggies. The aroma of onions, peppers, and a burst of citrus from the freshly squeezed orange juice brought the biggest smile to her face.
She snuck up behind Darren, at least, she attempted to with her newly added weight to surprise hug him. Unfortunately, her clapping cheeks gave her away. He’d already turned around when she wrapped her arms around him. Erica could feel his cock pressed against her, ready to ravage her - but not today. “Did my wonderful husband make me an incredible breakfast?!”
“Well,” he started, “it was meant to be breakfast in bed.”
“You’re too sweet, my love. But I’m ready to take on the day.” She squeezed him twice with her bear hug when she felt her ass cheek flair out a few centimeters. “Oh, you! Is getting turned on?”
“I…” he tried to speak, but his boner wouldn’t let him lie. “It’s just a lot to get used to.”
“You’re telling me,” Erica said as she took a seat at the counter. Her breast sat nearly 6 inches away from her body, and blocked her from leaning against the countertop. “I’ve got a question for you.”
“Shoot,” Darren turned back to the frying pan.
“Were you just thinking about my ass when it grew?”
“I’m sorry,” he stuttered.
“I mean… I didn’t feel my boobs grow. It’s been a package deal so far when I’ve felt myself grow. I’m trying to work out the rules.”
“I… yes, I was looking at your butt.”
“Knew it. So…. think about my boobs now.” She looked utterly giddy to test her theory.
“I… I can try.”
“Try?! No, no, think of my big, heavy tits. Think of them smothering you as they grow bigger and bigger, ripping out my top.” She bit her finger to tease him further. “Oh no! My buttons popped off. Whatever will I do?” She played up her faux helpless persona until she felt a pulse of growth. Her breasts only grew a bit, but she could feel that her sleep shirt was tighter. “I knew it,” she shouted.
Darren turned around to see the ever-tightening top. “So I can make you grow? Whenever I want to?”
“Uh-uh, mister. This wasn’t as strong as when I ate or when I was touching you. I think I need to be close for it to have more of an effect.” She smirked at him. “Just imagine what it will be like when you’re inside me.”
“Ugh-” he moaned, his cock flexing and tenting his sweatpants. Erica cooed in response as she felt her pussy grow a bit. It felt juicier, wetter, fuller.
“Careful there, slugger.” She teased as she caught her breath. “I still have a life to live. I wanna grow, but I still need to be mobile. Deal?” She shot her hand out at him over the kitchen island.
“Deal,” he grumbled.
“What’s wrong? Did I tease you too much?” Her baby voice came back.
“I… I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Darren said, looking down at the ground.
“Hurt me?” Erica was confused.
“I’ve never told anyone about this… these… kinks. I don’t think I’ve ever said the word ‘kink’ out loud before.” He was trying to pull it together, but it was weighing on him now.
“I didn’t think you wanted to hurt me, Darren. I just want us to be open with each other,” Erica dropped the sarcasm. “It’s no secret that our… sex life hasn’t been what it once was.”
Darren only nodded in agreement.
“I love you, Darren. I love you,” she emphasized. “I promise to spend my life with you, and if we’re going to do that, then I wanna give you the best damn sex of your entire life.”
Darren smiled, loving this confidence he’d never seen on his wife. “A bit cocky, eh?”
“Cocky, and sure of myself,” she pounded her fist on the counter for emphasis. “I mean, look at me,” she motioned to her tits. “I’d fuck me! I’d fuck the shit out of me! Wouldn’t you?”
Darren laughed, “I mean, I would…”
“Uh-uh, don’t get any ideas, mister. I just don’t want you getting too bummed out. For now, just be horny and annoyed, not depressed.” Erica grabbed the cup of coffee he’d left her and stuck her tongue out before sipping.
“Done and done, my dear,” he finished the two omelets and scooped them onto plates for each of them. Along with the glass of OJ, it was the perfect breakfast. “A big breakfast for a growing girl.”
“Thank you, my love,” Erica smooched her husband, her tits almost smooshing her eggs. She held her tits out of the way before sitting back down, not wanting to drag all her food with her. “So, I think I have a right to ask when you got so infatuated with big women.”
Darren choked on his juice. “Jesus, Erica.” He laughed and coughed until he could compose himself. “I mean, how does any young man find a fetish. He sees boobs, he likes boobs, he stumbles upon a morph of a woman with even bigger boobs, and a lifelong obsession begins.”
“I see… and that also includes big asses?” She slapped her ass as she chowed down on breakfast.
“Yes,” he grimaced. “Sorry, this just feels weird to talk about.”
“Keep going, love. You’re not the one who needs to buy a new wardrobe after our coffee.” She didn’t sound mad. If anything, she was giddy.
“It started with morphs. Like, a picture of Christina Hendricks made to look even bustier or Jennifer Lopez with wider hips. Then I found erotica, comics, even animations and videos.” Darren sounded more excited as time passed to share such an intimate secret.
“Erotica, you say?” Erica was intrigued. “You should send me some of those links.” Darren’s excitement flared, and so did Erica’s bust. “Hey now, Mister! Control yourself.”
“I’m sorry! I’m thinking about things that turn me on and you’re… right there.” He giggled, and so did she.
“Fair.” She ate more of her omelet faster than Darren, feeling that familiar bloat in her gut. Her hunger was growing. “Send those to me today. I wanna know all the ins and outs of what makes my baby tick.”
“I can do that,” he smiled cheekily. “God, this is hard.” He squirmed in his chair.
“You can keep it together, big guy.” Erica leaned forward and squeezed her tits together with her arms. “Can’t you, Big D?”
“Ugh, you’re the worst.” Darren rolled his eyes and looked away. Erica just laughed and finished her food before making some toast, microwavable bacon, and cinnamon rolls. As each dish was finished, she shoveled it down without even thinking. Darren just starred in awe as her stomach bulged and rounded out, reaching the size of a bowling ball.
“Does that hurt at all? You’re really filling out,” he pointed to her belly.
“Oh, this is nothing. It feels pretty good, actually. It’s why I ran away during the movie last night. It seems like my belly is eager to grow as much as my husband wants me to grow.” She smirked while finishing her 3rd cinnamon roll. She rubbed her belly as it grew bigger.
With Darren growing more aroused, Erica could feel a swell in her belly faster than her stuffing. “Is someone turned on by my little tummy?”
“Not so little,” Darren corrected.
“True. I guess it makes sense why my body is processing food like this. You like big girls in all sorts of ways, don’t you?”
“You have no idea,” he whispered.
As the meal meant to fill the bellies of 4 people was consumed by Erica, she felt the magic going to work. Her belly shrank back to the size of a 3-month pregnant belly, but stopped. “So you want me to walk around with a big round gut?”
“Hey, I can’t control what I like,” Darren threw his hands up.
“Sure, you can’t,” she teased. Erica waited for her breasts or ass to grow again, but nothing. Then she felt it. It was subtle at first, but she noticed that her eyeline was moving. Centimeter by centimeter, she is growing taller.
“Darren, stand up.” She commanded and walked up to her. Darren stood at 5’11” (he claims 6’, but Erica has seen his driver’s license) and she would normally stare at his chest, but it felt like she was looking at him on the balls of her feet, but her feet were flat on the floor. “So you like tall girls, too?!”
“I told you! I like big women in all forms!”
Erica hugged him tightly, smashing her fat tits against his chest and feeling where her arms now wrapped around him compared to last night. It wasn’t a huge difference, but she’d noticed. She could feel his cock growing harder and pulled away. “Alright, well… I’ll need to get creative with my clothes shopping today.”
“You might need a few different options…”
“You planning on making me a giant, my husband?” Erica gave him the stink eye.
“It’s actually called giantess… that’s the kink.”
“Of course, you know the correct name,” she gave him a playful shove, feeling her new gut shaking as she moved. “I’m going to go shower and start ordering clothes for same-day delivery. I don’t want to get arrested going out in this,” Erica spun in the sleep shirt to show just how tight and revealing it was.
Darren sat back down and took some deep breaths, trying to calm his heart. Whatever this magic was, it could get out of hand fast - it may have already gone too far. Part of that thought scared him, but it also excited him. Without a second thought, he began sending Erica all his favorite stories and comics.
Once done, he looked at the calendar on his phone. It flashed November 2nd - and Darren sighed. Could he make it a whole month?
“Let’s just try to make it through a week.”
TIME JUMP! What happens a week into this growing adventure? Can Darren control himself? Will Erica ever find a top that fits? Find out next time!