Chapter 5
Week One
The first two days were largely controlled. Darren kept his distance from Erica. Erica found clothes that more or less fit her unique, growing physique, but things fell apart quickly. Who would have guessed that a woman whose entire body was becoming more sensitive by the day, plus having a growing pussy between her legs, would cause her libido to skyrocket.
Sure, the erotica from her husband didn’t help. Throughout the day and when she was going to bed, Erica would be reading more and more stories. One-offs, shorts, long-running series - she even ordered books to the house. She was exploring breast expansion, ass expansion, weight gain, giantess, smothering, stuffing, lactation, breeding - even other topics she’d never even imagined to be a kink.
She’d regularly pepper Darren with questions throughout the week. Questions like, “What’s your favorite size when you’re reading?” or “How quickly do you like the growth?”. She’d expressed early on that she enjoyed a more reasonable size, but as she continued reading, Erica found herself getting more and more aroused by torso-smothering tits. Lactation also piqued her interest, even though they’d never considered having kids together. Being bred by her big, strong men, making her body grow and change even more than it had already, eventually becoming a big, leaking cow? She regularly felt her pussy dampening at those thoughts.
“So, do you like it when a giantess is crushing buildings, or are you a planet-crushing kinda guy?” She asked as they were both getting ready in the morning. She was putting on a stretchy, form-fitting red dress made of some sort of cotton. It fit down to her thighs and had enough give that if she and Darren tried, they could stretch it comfortably over their SUV.
“What’s that, honey?” He asked from the bathroom, as if he hadn’t heard that absurd question. He had gotten into a routine to have to gathering himself before answering such a personal question.
She rounded the corner, showing off what Erica was able to roughly measure as L cup breasts. She’d decided on holding off on buying bras until the growth evened out, whenever that might be. Her hips had snuck past 50 inches quite fast, and she was blessed with an actual shelf of ass behind her. Round, perfect, some may say - this growth was truly magical.
“I said,” she smirked, “how big are you imagining your giantesses? Giantessessess? How do you pluralize that word?”
Darren scoffed. “I’ve… read a lot of stories where the men or women grow to the size of a building or even crush a building, but I personally like it when the woman can still fit inside a building. So like, 15 feet? 20 feet? 30 max?”
“Oh, so a reasonable height like being the size of a three-story building?” Her mouth had dropped open, mainly to tease him.
“Well, I’m not thinking of the long-term consequences of that. I’m just thinking in the moment of passion. Like, before she orgasms, she grows and grows, and her pleasure keeps increasing, until release. Then, after that, she grows back to a more realistic size.”
“Like a two-story house?” Erica bit her lip and squeezed her thighs together at the thought.
“Yes, my dear,” he laughed. “But again, these are just fantasies-”
She cut him off, “Yes, yes, my dear. I’ve heard. I’m just asking questions. I will say…” she slinked over behind him, now closer to 5’8”. Her tits pressed firmly into his back as she hugged him. “... the whole growth thing is really… growing on me.” She made sure to squeeze his back so he could feel her plump pussy push into his ass.
“I’ve never seen you read so voraciously.” he grabbed her hands and hugged her back.
“I do have to admit,” she ground her pussy into Darren again, “I’m cumming like crazy when you’re out of the house. Especially those stories of women trying to hide their size and then fully embracing how big they are. I love reading how their tits cover their entire partner’s body or they can hide inside their cleavage.” She moaned into his back as she continued to hump her lover.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Darren playfully slapped her hand to pull Erica from her horny stupor. “You’re masturbating? I thought the deal was no cumming until the end of the month?!”
“Oh, sweetie, darling, that’s so cute!” She reached around and poked the tip of his nose. “What made you think these rules applied to me?” Her voice was a mix of sing-song and ridicule.
“Wait, so I’m the only one who is supposed to hold off? What if I just decided to cum whenever I wanted?” Darren was a slightest bit peeved by this discovery.
“My handsome, sweet, pervy husband - I’ll know the moment you touch yourself, no matter where I am. We’re linked, sweetie.” Darren thought back to yesterday when he was out shopping for Erica. She decided to send a spicy photo and then followed up with a text that her breasts had grown when he’d grown aroused by the photo.
“Damn you, woman,” he whispered under his breath. She responded by kissing the back of his head with a big peck.
“I know, I know - it’s just awful. But to add on - I’m the one who’s turning into your ultimate sexual fantasy. I think, at the very least, I should be able to enjoy all these changes, don’t you think?” She nibbled his ear to make the moment even worse.
“Ughhh-” he moaned as he gripped the edge of the sink, grinding against it.
“Fine, fine, I’ll stop the teasing,” Erica unwrapped from her husband and noticed her pussy looked a bit bigger. It had left quite a wet mark from her leaking cum. “Look at that, you’re making me even more like your dream girl. But now I need to change,” she winked as she went back to the closet.
Darren caught his breath and finished getting ready before heading to work. Erica worked at home and would regularly send him naughty pictures and updates throughout the workday. Even updates of when she’d cum, detailing what story got her off the hardest. She particularly liked teasing when she’d grown taller, sending a photo with a pencil mark on the wall when she passed another inch or tore a piece of clothing.
It was only week one, and Darren was dying to get off.
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By the end of the week, she’d found a particular interest in stuffing and weight gain. She’d ordered a spread of Italian food meant for a family of 12 to the house as they prepared for movie night. Pastas, lasagnas, salads, breadsticks, soups - the works, and all for Erica. She’d noticed that while she did bloat quite a bit, she never felt fully satisfied. Maybe she could feel that again tonight.
Darren made up his plate and sat at the counter with Erica as she hovered over the steaming trays of food. He clicked on the movie and poured them some wine as Erica dug into the salad bowl. After 10 minutes, it was finally empty. She remarked that it inflates her belly as much as other foods, but she wanted to get some veggies into her diet.
Next was the soup, served in two large lidded containers. Spoons had failed her, and she resorted to sipping them like she was drinking from a cauldron. Each gulp made her belly expand in a surge - Darren couldn’t keep his eyes away. When she moved onto the second container, he reached out and held her belly with one hand to feel each gulp of stew hit her gullet. She threw the empty container down and caught her breath, letting out a small burp.
“Oh god, the soup is so heavy. I feel like an overfilled water balloon,” she groaned as she cradled it like a baby bump.
“Did you go too big with the food tonight, my love?” Darrren touched her hand to comfort her.
She only laughed at him and tried to stand tall, hindered by her watermelon-sized gut dragging her torso down. “Not a chance, big boy. Slide over the linguini.” Darren did as he was told and slid the heavy tray over. “And a fork, if you please?” Darren offered his wife a fork and turned back to his wine and movie.
Erica was more focused on the food, but stopped for sips of vino and to laugh with her husband. At the 35-minute mark, the pasta was gone. She’d torn off the top of a breadstick to sop up the sauce and started on the remaining sticks. Her gut looked bigger, but most of all firmer.
“Doing ok? I don’t want to take you to the hospital,” Darren eyed her belly, reaching nearly octo-mom status.
“You just worry about topping off my wine, sweets.” The bread took significantly longer, possibly due to how dry it was or that it expanded in her gut. At the end of the breadsticks, they’d reached the 2 hour mark in the movie and not much run time life. Her belly looked as if she was going to give birth to a 7-foot-tall basketball player. She moaned and groaned, rubbing it and breathing through some pain.
“Babe, you still have the lasagna to go. Let’s call it a job well done tonight-”
“Shhh, babe, enough of that. I told you, I don’t feel full. I’m just feeling… heavy.” Her gut was nearly touching the ground, so wide and round. She leaned over heavily as she grabbed at the last tray, but she was losing strength. “A little help?”
Darren felt some concern, but he couldn’t deny he was wildly aroused by the sight. He tried his best to distract himself, but Erica had commented that she could feel more room being made in her gut the more aroused he was getting. She was too tired to admit that she loved it too.
The movie was over and Darren had switched on a sitcom they love to continue playing while she shoveled a 10 lbs pasta pie into herself. He’d started another bottle of wine, growing tipsier by the second as she was slowing to a crawl to finish. When she was over halfway finished but dropped her fork, her gut had finally touched the ground when she was leaning over. It was too heavy to lift, and she moaned in adoration.
“You did great, honey. I can try to help get you upstairs.”
“Uh-uh,” she uttered. “You help me.” Erica handed the fork over to him. “I can’t, but I need to finish.”
His boner had taken control, ignoring any warnings in his mind. Bite by bite, he fed his massive wife while his erection caused her ass and tits to grow from the magic. Once the last few bites were done, her gut was wedged between the side of the kitchen island and the oven.
“Gah - ah. Christ almighty,” she groaned.
“You did it, baby,” Darren rubbed her gut, which felt tight like a drum.
“I told you. I needed this. But guess what?”
“What’s that, Erica?”
“I’m not full-” she whispered, hugging her fat gut. “Not even close. I did, however cum quite a few times when you were feeding me. I was just too sluggish to make a show of it. You mind doing a favor for me?”
“Anything,” Darren said, as he absentmindedly ground his cock into her gut.
“1. Stop what you’re doing right now and 2. I need you to read some giantess erotica for me tonight,” she groaned again as she humped her own belly.
“I thought you just said I couldn’t touch myself,” Darren was growing frustrated.
“That’s true. Don’t you dare touch yourself. But I’ve been craving a big growth spurt, and I’ve been picturing looking down at you with my monster tits. Sounds pretty good, right?”
Darren only groaned and nodded.
“Good boy. Now, please get me a pillow and blanket. I can feel that it’ll take a few hours to process all these calories, and this gal is passing out soon. If I get small enough, I’ll go upstairs later.”
Darren retrieved what she requested, and she was already asleep on top of her gut. Darren could see the gut slowly shrinking, but nothing like the last time he’d watched her binge.
He made his way upstairs and nabbed one of her books. It followed a woman on a path of revenge against her ex, growing taller to turn him into her personal sex toy. Darren made sure he didn’t touch himself, but he couldn’t help but leak pre-cum. He imagined Erica growing taller, thinking of her standing over her.
They would both get their wish in the morning, but the following week is when things really started getting out of control.
WHAT HAPPENS NEXT WEEK?! How tall will Erica get? Will she ever be full? Can Darren hold off from cumming? FIND OUT NEXT TIME!