Chapter 7
Week 3
Cars screeched to a halt outside the home of Erica and Darren. The flash of the cameras and the shouting of each reporter over each other, all trying to get the top-hitting story on the world’s first giantess. The excursion that led to Erica’s milky growth was going to be the last one for the rest of the month.
She sat in front of their TV, taking in all the coverage while her ass overflowed a two-seater couch. Her tits had grown so heavy that they rivaled the largest beanbags, resting heavily on her legs. Her thick thighs could easily snap a tree branch in half, but most impressively, her height. Erica had shot past eight feet and was now standing tall at just over 8.5’ tall. The floor would groan under her ever-increasing weight, which didn’t slow down since she started lactating.
The day after her milky exploits, an industrial-grade milker had arrived at their door. Three times a day, Erica would sit down and let the machine pump gallons from her teats. It was painful for Darren to watch, mainly because she couldn’t help but touch herself and cum louder each time. Her milk would usually overload the machine every time she orgasmed, which led to some dirty ideas.
Which led us back in the present day - Erica sitting in front of the TV, watching the world discover her, and sucking down her nectar from the containers meant to hold her milk. Her gut was now constantly round, heavy, and sloshing with her own milk. It was unfortunate that either due to her own body or because of Darren’s wish, her milk was the most delicious thing Erica had ever tasted.
When she finished her ten-gallon bucket, she dropped with a loud thud and let a burp roar through the house. It was clear, based on the shouts from outside, that the press could hear her too. Erica giggled before cradling her gut. It still didn’t hurt to fill her belly, even to what looked like its maximum, but it was quite the task to carry around this much liquid inside her. Don’t get her started on the constant trickle from her nipples as well, but with a tight enough band of cloth around each breast, she was able to reduce the mess.
Darren had to get creative with clothing options for Erica, even though she claimed not to mind sitting naked at home. He had special designers who usually work on parade floats and weather balloons design tops, bottoms, bras, and shoes for Erica to wear. Since the designers had heard of Erica from the internet, they understood what sizes they were working with, but Darren still requested multiple bigger sizes.
For now, they had picked up and stitched together multiple king-sized bed sheets and created slings for each breast to hold back the milk and to give her support when she was walking around the house. Erica even made a loincloth to cover her huge pussy lips, which looked like they could swallow a gallon jug of milk if she wanted. She was getting more adventurous with what she fit inside her growing pussy, but that’s a tale for later.
With three good efforts, Erica pulled herself to a standing position, nearly stumbling when her gut was no longer supported by her legs. With some help from the walls, she braced as her body began absorbing her milk. Since it technically wasn’t a new fuel source, it didn’t have quite as strong a growth effect as a large meal. Once her gut was down to the size of a watermelon, Erica made her way to the front door.
With a turn of the handle, she could hear the paparazzi whip up into a fury. A smile grew across her face and she fixed her hair in the hallway mirror. She needed to hunch over, but was blocked by her breasts and belly. That pressure made her pussy gush, but she pulled herself together.
Deep breath, and she opened the door. Just enough to show her face, hovering over two feet over the crowd. Erica’s ears were filled with questions shouted at her while she was blinded by the camera flash. “Excuse me?” She whispered, afraid to scare them. But something inside her, something powerful, told her to stop holding back.
She threw the door open, showing off her massive tits and belly towering over the crowd. They all went silent, save for the cameras. “Hello, everyone,” she raised her voice enough to be heard from down the street. It was easier thanks to her larger vocal cords, and her slightly deeper voice shook the chests of those closest to her.
“My name is Erica, and no, I won’t be taking interviews at this time. Yes, this is all real. Yes, I love my size. No, I won't be getting a reduction. No, I’m not pregnant. No, this isn’t a medical emergency. Oh… and yes-” she paused and smiled deeply. The milk was taking effect.
She gripped the top of the doorway as her gargantuan tits surged forward a cup size, barely perceptible to her, but the crowd reacted just as she hoped. Afraid, but curious. As Erica caught her breath as she finished her thought, “I’m still growing. Now, if you’d please leave my front yard, my husband will be home soon. So yes, I’m taken, but if any of you fine folks here or any of your viewers wanted to send me gifts and snacks, here’s my Venmo.” She winked and then gave her handle before slamming the door shut.
The crowd went into a frenzy, and some of the reporters even pounded on her door for more answers. A flair of boldness ran through her, and she opened the door once more to grab his head. It was like palming a basketball, and she simply giggled as she picked him up.
“I won’t hurt you, but I need to make sure you all heard me. Get. off. my. Lawn.” Erica dropped the man and he scurried off, with the rest of the agencies not far behind him. She shut the door and walked over to her phone on the kitchen counter.
Ducking down and shoving her hips through the doorway, she popped free and caught herself on the kitchen island. She could feel her milk surging in her tits as she looked at the notifications. Apparently, people were livestreaming her press conference, and she had fans. Hundreds of dollars were flooding in, so fast that she couldn’t even read the names. She reached $10,000 within 10 minutes, and she couldn’t believe it.
So many requests for videos of her eating, crushing things, growing out of tops - all making her blush. Erica didn’t feel comfortable with the idea of people watching her cum or play with herself, but eating? She could get behind that.
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By the end of the week, Erica had received nearly a quarter million dollars in donations. She ordered new clothes, new toys for teasing her growing pussy, and even began contracting new additions onto their house. She was quickly outgrowing the confines of her two-story house, barely able to squish her fat hips down the hallways.
Erica had scheduled regular deliveries throughout her day from every take-out place she loved. Not just dishes, she ordered catering from five restaurants at a time. She’d become acquainted with the delivery folks and had them deliver them inside their home. She made herself comfortable in front of the TV as her lunch arrived - pizza, burgers, pasta, sandwiches, and donuts. Her mouth was salivating as the workers said their goodbyes, and Erica got to work.
She’d discussed with Darren the idea of sharing stuffing videos, and they each had their concerns, but when he saw how much money she was bringing in from his kink, he couldn’t say no.
Erica started her livestream as she shoveled three slices into her mouth at a time. “Hey chat! Make sure you subscribe and send any tips to fuel my next stream later tonight.” She’d started with one stream a day, but couldn’t help the love she was receiving. The attention, the arousal, and the fantastism from complete strangers - so it wasn’t just Darren who was into this type of woman.
She would mindlessly joke with the chat as the pizza disappeared. She would cradle her belly and have the chat vote on what dish she’d eat next. Donuts were the winner. Now that she was able to pass 9 feet tall, her mouth and throat were bigger than she was used to. She could shove five donuts into her mouth and swallow them down with a big glass of milk - she never told them where the milk was coming from. Some of the chat had pointed out the wet spots on her shirt, but she wouldn’t entertain them.
“Oh fuck, that was good,” she would belch and shake her gut. “I think this gut is bigger than most of you guys. What do you think?” She’d tease while she moved onto the burgers. The chat was a never-ending cascade of tips, requests, and horny begging as they watched her gut cover more and more of her thighs, growing taller and rounder and heavier.
When she moved onto the sandwiches, she liked to pretend it was getting hard for her. “Oh no, chat. I think I need some encouragement.” She would pant and rub her belly, all while turning up the stimulation on her hidden vibrator. If she got close to cumming, she’d pause the stream so the audience wouldn’t see, but Erica had started directly mixing arousal and feeding.
“God chat, I guess I could keep going, but I need more encouragement. Don’t forget to check my wishlist.” When she saw the confirmation emails of new sex toys, snacks, and other gifts came rolling in, she started on the sandwiches. “Alrigh,t chat, if you really think I can do it.”
She had them in the palm of her hand, and as she finished her pasta, she leaned back heavily. With a crack, she slammed onto the ground. Erica had finally crushed the couch her fat ass had outgrown weeks ago. “Holy shit, guys! I’m ok, but you owe me a new couch! Something more sturdy than this measly two-seater.”
Erica paused the chat quickly as she came, digging her fingers into her gut to brace herself. She ground her ass into the destroyed couch and squirted all over her massive thighs. Her pussy grew bigger, hungrier, more desperate to be fucked. “God, Darren! The end of this month couldn’t come fast enough!”
All the while, Darren sat at his office job watching the livestream on his phone, stroking his embiggened cock in his pants. Her milk was having an effect on him, and his heavier balls were making it nearly impossible to stop himself from cumming. He still hadn’t, thanks to a new cock ring, but he couldn’t help but watch her streams. She was a goddess, and unfortunately, he had bad news for the rest of the month.
WHAT IS THE BAD NEWS? Tune in next time to find out! How big will Erica get? How much would you pay to watch a growing giantess? Let me know below.