Chapter 6
Week 2
Darren was struggling. Not just from his growing arousal from his wife not only accepting his expansion kinks, but actively exploring them and bringing them to life, but now he was seeing the ramifications of someone indulging in these fetishes.
After last week's binge, Erica experienced her biggest growth to date. On her request, he imagined her growing taller and stronger to accommodate her new curves, and boy, did that work. Erica shook Darren awake the following morning at a staggering 7 feet tall. Not only that, her breasts had morphed into literal bean bag-sized milkers on her chest, along with a sizeable round belly and an ass that could easily fill their two-seater couch.
Darren shot up in bed, caught off guard and frightened by the looming figure, but Erica just pushed him back down. “Shhh, it’s ok, sweetie.” She soothed him, her voice a bit deeper and fuller than it was previously. Most likely from her increased size. “I appreciate the help with the height increase. It feels even better than I imagined.” She finished her sentence with a moan as she squeezed her monster thighs together and her sizable pussy leaked cum down her legs.
“Jesus Christ, honey,” he whispered. “How does it feel?”
“Oh, my dear husband - I feel powerful. I can’t explain it. My body tacked on muscle to support my frame, and made it even easier to carry the girls around.” She pressed her tits together with her arms, biting her lip. Her bigger hand slid up her leg to find his hard cock. “Thanks for being such a champ and not cumming last night. Cause let me tell you,” she leaned in for effect, “I came like a fucking firehose.”
Her hot breath on his ear made his eyes roll back in his head. His cock was tensing and flexing, and he could feel an orgasm brewing. Erica stepped back and squeezed his cock. Not too hard, but her instinct was to physically stop him from cumming, and the pain from that definitely broke his arousal.
“Oh, fuck, Erica.”
“Sorry, sorry, sorry, babe! I guess I don’t know my own strength. I’ll stop teasing you this morning and get some breakfast made.” Erica was truly sorry and scurried away to make it up to Darren. Scurried is the wrong word, as someone of her size and dimensions could never not pound her way around a house. She had to turn to fit her ass through the doorway and down the hallway, and Darren could still hear her ass sliding across the wall.
He caught his breath as the pain subsided and got ready for the day. He made his way downstairs to find Erica standing close to the ceiling, her ass higher than the kitchen counter. He walked up behind her and rubbed her ass cheeks, each bigger than his chest. “Mmmm, that feels good.”
Darren looked around and saw a pile of wet towels in the corner. “What happened here?”
Erica blushed and admitted she’d been squirting all night and all morning when she was cumming and would need to do a load of laundry later today, since she used up all their towels. The musk from her girlcum permeated the room and had a strong effect on Darren. Thinking of anything other than fucking her was becoming difficult.
He grabbed a cup of coffee and started reading the news on his phone, hoping the horrible headlines were enough to distract him, but it wasn’t effective.
After a few minutes, Erica served up breakfast. Two eggs, toast, and bacon for Darren, while Erica was eating 10 scrambled eggs, an entire package of bacon, and the remaining loaf of bread toasted up with peanut butter and jam. Watching her eat was like watching food fall into an abyss. Her round gut barely expanded when she fed, and Darren did his best not to think about where that food should go.
She was only able to sit on the ground, but her thick cheeks kept her eye level with her husband. “So, today I’ll be ordering another round of clothes, this time keeping my expanding height in mind.”
“Do they even make clothes to fit someone as big as you?” Darren was skeptical.
“I was lucky enough to find a few big and tall stores that were willing to deliver, and a local outlet was willing to make me a few stretchy, reinforced outfits over the next week. So, you and I have a mission to try and keep the growth to a minimum. Got it?”
Her larger form did command more respect when she spoke, but Darren could see her smirking. “Why do I feel like you’re already planning on growing today?”
“What? Me? Little ole’ Erica? I would never…” she laughed as she slid the remaining eggs down her throat.
Throughout the week, Erica was on a tear. Sending more and more risque photos and stories, and porn to Darren while he worked. She would try on old clothes and film herself tearing out of them. She’d beg him to help her stop growing before blasting the buttons off a blouse or tearing the seams off a sundress. Even the bigger sizes she’d purchased the week before were useless to cover her.
Her new clothes did technically fit, but nothing could fully cover her bust. She didn’t mind having the massive amount of cleavage on display at all times, especially when she could greet Darren when he came home. Her new height had Darren’s head at boob height, so he now expected a smothering each time he returned from work.
She did find herself being drawn to more breeding material. The growing belly, the lactation, but most of all - cum inflation. Or cumflation? She didn’t care, but she never imagined this craving to be totally and utterly filled by her lover.
Thankfully, Darren was quite familiar with the kink, and it was unbearable to hear Erica talk about it when they were at the dinner table or going to bed. She’d lay there, taking up over half the bed and cradling it, all while flicking her bean to erotic images of women growing bigger and bigger each time their lover orgasmed inside her. “God,” she’d moan while Darren covered his ears with his pillow, “imagine feeling all that tasty cum flooding my womb.”
She caught herself. “Huh. I’ve never thought of cum as tasty, but now all I want is to milk you dry,” she looked down at Darren and licked her lips. Thinking of him pounding her with her fat legs behind her ears, emptying gallons of cum inside her. That did it - she was cumming like a fountain, squirting all over her legs and off the bed until she passed out.
Darren would roll over, use a free blanket to throw over her so she could stay warm, and cuddle her absurd hips as he drifted to sleep. One night, when his arousal was getting the better of him, he tasted a bit of her juices on her leg. He couldn’t believe the moan that escaped her lips when he tasted it - sweet, savory, electric, tangy. It was addictive, delectable, indescribable. But if he had to, the one word he’d use to describe it would be magic.
~~~
Near the end of the week, Darren arrived home to an empty house. “Uh… Erica!” He called for her, but no answer. Nothing in their bedrooms, kitchen, yard, even garage - everything was empty. She hadn’t left the house since she started growing, and a pit in his stomach grew heavier.
What if she embarrassed herself in public or hurt herself? What if she were harassed or her clothes tore because he would get randomly aroused? He scrambled for his phone and called her.
It rang nearly until the voicemail before she answered. “Hey sweetie! Sorry, I tried out the trick of carrying my whole purse in my bra. Not advised, everything is very sweet and hard to reach,” she laughed, clearly around a lot of people.
“Erica, are you ok? Are you at the hospital?” Darren couldn’t hide his worry.
“Oh, honey, did I scare you? I’m ok, really. Sure, I may have had a growth spurt or two, but the new sundresses really help a big girl in a pinch,” Darren released the tension with a deep breath as she continued. “I was getting stir crazy and wanted to walk to the grocery store to stretch my legs. Would you believe that cause I’m stronger, I walk faster?! Even with all this … curvage,” she giggled along with whoever was with her.
“Oh, that’s cool, but who's with you?”
“You wouldn’t believe it, but I ran into Josie when I was out. I gave her quite a scare when I snuck up behind her,” more laughter could be heard in the background. Josie was Erica’s maid of honor and longtime best friend. Erica had been hesitant to tell any of her friends or family about her growth, but the cat was out of the bag now.
“Oh! How did… that go?”
“She was stuttering worse than you when you first saw me after my first growth spurt. I tried to explain, but once we saw men staring and starting to circle, she invited me back to her place, and we got into the hot tub.”
“But… you don’t have a bathing suit…”
“I’m just taking a dunk in my dress. Josie promised not to stare too much, but who can blame her? We couldn’t stop laughing when I sat down and nearly half the water splashed out. I seriously flooded their entire patio.” Erica was sounding tipsy, but Darren wasn’t worried. It was nice to hear that Erica wasn’t being a horny hermit and just reading smut all day.
“Well, if you’re having fun, I don’t want to interrupt.” Darren began changing into comfy clothes.
“Oh, psssh, you’re fine. Why don’t you come over? Is that ok, Josie?” Darren could hear Josie laughing and shouting for Darren to come over.
“She’s begging you to join us! Even if the room in the jacuzzi might be a bit … tight.”
“You got it, love. I’ll bring you a change of clothes too.”
“You’re the best. But also - check your texts when you have a minute.” Erica sounded hungry. That specific hunger that led to her binge eating last week. They hung up, and Darren packed a tote with her gigantic dress, only stopped when he got the text.
It was a picture of Erica in her sunglasses and sundress, submerged only halfway up her tits. Josie was hugging one of Erica’s tits and smooching her friend’s cheek. Josie was already 4’11, but next to Erica, she looked utterly petite. Darren smiled at the picture, feeling his erection growing when another text came through.
E: Guess what?!
D: What’s that?
E: Josie keeps calling my boobs ‘udders’ and I gotta say - I’m loving it.
Darren’s cock flexed immediately at the thought of her lactating when his phone rang again.
E: I know you like that idea too. I can feel it from here. My titties feel so heavy. Do you think we can try something special when you get here?
Darren gulped loudly, hands shaking at the idea of what she had cooking.
D: hell yeah!
E: thanks love 💋
Darren threw on swim shorts and was out the door in a flash.
~~~
When he arrived at Josie and Phil’s place, he followed the women’s laughter through the side gate to see an Amazon barely fitting inside a jacuzzi meant for 4-6 people. Josie saw him first, waving him over before Erica spotted him and smiled. Not just happy to see him, but eager to test her new kink.
“Hey there, my handsome husband,” Erica grabbed Darren’s arm, her hand significantly bigger than his forearm, and pulled him in for a kiss. His knees collided with the top of her tits, like leaning on a soft mattress. Her bigger lips covered his more than their usual kisses - had she grown taller, too?
“Hop in, Darren! I’ll go make us some drinks,” Josie said as she hopped out of the water and headed inside. Darren joined his wife in the water, whose hand quickly snaked to his crotch. She began rubbing it immediately.
“Sorry for being so aggressive, but I can’t get the idea of shooting milk from my tit,s and I need it now.” In the past, she was never ever this forward with what she wanted sexually. Darren loved it, but part of him also feared it.
“What do you need from me, sweetie?” Darren asked as he made sure Josie wasn’t able to see them from inside.
“I need you, my big, strong husband, to picture these massive tits leaking gallons of milk. All without cumming. You can do that for me, can’t you?” Erica was rubbing his cock with more force than usual to stimulate him faster, and it was working.
Darren thought of Erica leaking through her tops, needing to pump multiple times a day, but best of all, he thought about latching on and sucking her dry. Even at her huge size, he wanted every drop.
“Mmmm, yes, honey. Keep going. This growth feels different, like it’s starting deeper inside my breasts,” Erica massaged one tit with her free hand while she kept teasing her husband. Within a minute, she gasped. “Yes, Darren. Something is happening! Fuck yes, I knew you could do it. Keep going.”
Darren thought of her flooding their house with milk. Filling this jacuzzi with milk. Hell, even the pool is attached to the jacuzzi.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Erica squeezed her fat pussy hard, which was bulging from her dress now. It looked as big as a cantaloupe as she tried to catch her breath. She was going to cum, and she started to squeeze his cock tighter. “Hold in that cum, Darren. Don’t you dare cum. Just make me milk. Turn me into your dream girl. Do it! Fuck!”
She came, bucking her hips and splashing out more and more water as her tits finally erupted. Milk shot through her dress and landed on the pavement surrounding the jacuzzi. She caught her breath and held Darren’s cock tight. “Don’t you dare. Hold it. Think of cold showers, grandmas, puppies - anything to stop it.”
Darren was dying - his blue balls were killing hi,m and he doubled over in the water. Erica wrapped her arms around him, feeling guilty. “Oh no, honey, sweetie, I’m so sorry. I went too hard. I hurt you. Oh fuck, I’m so sorry.”
Not only had her tits grown, but she’d grown taller too. She must have been over 8.5’ tall at this point, but also strong enough to lift him onto his lap. She hugged him tight to her chest, feeling tears flood her eyes.
“It’s ok, Erica. I just… need a moment,” Darren said between pained grunts.
“Sweetie, I’m so sorry. Here, try this,” Erica pulled her top down, ripping it in the process. It was close to being ruined anyway from her growth and the water. She had to hold Darren far from her torso to reach her nipple, but was able to push the thumb-sized nipple into his mouth. “Drink!”
He did so, and it was delicious. Not just that, that same magic he’d tasted from her pussy juices was flowing through her milk.
“Oh fuck, Darren. This is better than I could ever have imagined. Is it helping you?” Erica moaned as she closed her eyes.
Strangely, it was. Not like his erection was gone, but any pain he was feeling was gone. Even the back pain he had felt earlier in the day was gone. He finally released her nipple to catch his breath. “Holy shit, Erica! It worked.”
“Thank god, I was hoping it would,” she hugged him tightly between her breasts. “I won’t be that rough in the future, babe. I’m so so sorry.”
“It’s ok, Erica,” Darren hugged her back, or at least tried to. “I don’t know how it’s possible, but I think your milk might be able to heal me if you do in the future.”
“Hmmm… I guess,” she looked down at her body, “It’s not the strangest thing to have happened the past few months.”
“Alright, I’ve got the drinks - HOLY SHIT!” Josie was back and had dropped her drinks in shock at her growing, lactating friend.
“Hey-” Erica set Darren down while she tried to pull her dress back up - it didn’t work. “I had a little growth spurt…”
“I can see that,” Josie said, walking closer in disbelief. “Are you ok?”
“Oh yes,” Erica assured her, smiling at Darren. “I’m feeling better every day.” She leaned in and kissed her husband while Josie cleaned up the broken glass. If only they’d been looking at their phones, they would have seen that Erica’s secret was out. Someone had posted her photos online, and there was no going back into hiding.
How can Erica and Darren hide her condition now? What other kinks does Erica want to explore? She can’t get much bigger, can she? Find out next time!