Chapter 9
Week 5
Panting.
Heaving.
Grunting.
Moaning.
The support beams of Erica and Darren’s home struggle to support the growing giantess as she tries to move about. How big was she? She hasn’t stopped to check in for days. All she did was eat, masturbate, and order. More food, more toys, more movies, more streaming gear.
The money kept flowing in, and so did the food. She would gorge and spend and rub and cum. It was heaven.
Her personal heaven of endless rows of platters of all of her favorite food, all while an army of online followers begs her to keep growing, keep getting bigger.
Deep down, none of that mattered. All that mattered was Darren and his dream. Well, now their dream. To make Erica fucking enormous, and with Thanksgiving tomorrow, she had something wonderful planned.
Thankfully, a helpful supporter with an IT background helped make sure her secret stayed hidden from Darren. Wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise before he got home. This woman had blocked all access to Erica’s streams and social accounts on all of Darren’s devices in exchange for a short video of Erica blasting nearly a gallon of milk from her tit.
Erica attempted to move her massive ass, which had now turned her reinforced steel couch into a flat piece of sheet metal, so that she could reach her phone. Her fingers had gotten quite big for the screen, but thankfully, Siri existed.
E: Hey cutie! Make sure you think about me getting bigger today. I know you can hold in all that cum for me. You’ve been such a good boy. Don’t worry, I’ve got your reward when you get home. 💋💋💋
The message was sent just as her next round of orders arrived. Erica had begun considering hiring multiple in-house chefs since she’d increased her appetite - not because she was worried about delivery fees, no sir. Her hunger was only growing, and these measly drivers could only bring so much food.
She. Needed. More!
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Thanksgiving was here, and Darren was dying. He sat around with his colleagues at an ad-hoc “Friendsgiving Dinner” when all he wanted was to see his wife. She’d refused to send any photos and only replied periodically throughout the day.
He would smile and pretend to have a good time, all the while imagining what Erica could be doing. He’d watch his manager, Stacey, chow down on mashed potatoes, and Darren would think of Erica swallowing 15 potatoes whole. He imagined them stretching her throat and filling her gut, all while she shoved the biggest dildo he could imagine into her hungry pussy.
His cock wouldn’t stop growing this entire week, and it was about to tear out of his slacks. He rubbed his eyes, desperately tried to think of anything besides Erica, and returned to eating. He didn’t want to eat, or even sleep - he wanted Erica.
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Erica’s now ever-expanding bank account easily afforded 15 personal chefs to work around the clock on her biggest stream yet. Tens of thousands were already buying digital tickets for her Turkey Day Gobble Fest - “where the turkey’s aren’t the only ones gobbling.”
She laughed at herself, loving how cheesy she could now be. She didn’t have to try to be extra-sultry or ultra-sexy - she could just be herself. Hell, the more she was, the more people followed her!
She clicked off her oversized keyboard and set it aside on the top of the staircase, now at her eye level as she sat. With her other hand, she reached for her new remote. Josie, her friend-turned-assistant, had custom-ordered a sex toy that could finally satisfy her growing needs. At least, that was the promise.
Erica looked past her gargantuan tits and grumbling gut to see a dildo nearly 3 feet long and as thick as she was, before all this growth. She was practically drooling as she clicked her little red button and the spurt of fake cum leaked out of the massive cock head.
“You’ve outdone yourself, Josie,” she smiled, her deeper voice shaking the damaged walls of her home. Thankfully, her new accommodations would be done the day Darren came back, but for now, Erica had to strategically lean on walls she hadn’t accidentally put her arm, foot, tit, or ass through.
“Are you going to test it out before the show?” Josie asked, a mix of excitement, intrigue, fear, and arousal in her voice.
“Mmmm,” Erica cooed. “God, I want to.” Her stomach growled, and her pussy oozed. God, her vagina had truly blossomed. Josie would stare at it during streams, thinking of how far she could reach her arm inside her friend.
“God,” Josie thought, “I need a cold shower.”
“I think I’ll hold off. I think I still have that much self-control left,” she laughed, hearing the house groan with each shake of her gigantic form. “How are the meals coming along? I haven’t eaten in over 30 minutes, I’m starting to feel woozy.” Erica mimed fainting, eliciting a giggle from Josie.
“Funny you should ask,” Josie winked as the waiters arrived with the first trays. Steam rose from each platter as they’re set in front of Erica, wafting towards her and begging her to indulge. If only her wrecking ball-sized gut wasn’t in the way, or her heavy milkers. With a wave of her hand, her staff brought her trays up to the support shelves built closer to her head and arms.
“Josie, hon?” Erica eyed her friend and motioned her over.
“Yes, Erica?”
“Would you be a dear and feed me my first bite on the stream?” She bit her fingernail and giggled like a schoolgirl, all while her belly gurgled and shrank imperceptively. Her milky tits surged, her ass crushed more of the wood floor like cardboard, and her pussy gushed fluids.
Josie was speechless. “Of course, love.”
“Mmmm good,” Erica rubbed her belly, covering multiple feet of gut with each stroke, “because I’m feeling rather… hungry…”
~~~
Darren turned up the music on his phone and focused on the game on his computer. Rapidly changing songs and focusing on getting the top score each match. Why, you ask? It was all he could do in his alone time to ignore his nearly 15-inch cock from flooding the carpet. His balls were no picnic either - each feeling like avocados growing tighter by the second.
He chewed gum, went for walks, called friends and family - literally anything in his mind to keep him contained for just a few more hours before he flew home. His flight was in 5 hours, and he’d leave shortly, and then he’ll be home.
Sure, it would be killer to see Eric, but not be able to touch, but he was even craving her milk. God, nothing would quench his thirst.
He shook his head, knocking away the thoughts before deciding to pack up his things and head out. Maybe a beer at the airport bar could help? At least he’d try to get there before it started snowing again.
Once he arrived, Darren made his way through security and sidled up to a barstool in the dimly lit pub in his terminal. He ordered a pint and texted Erica an update. No answer, but she was good about getting back to him after her streams.
The loud music, the blaring sports match on TV, and the alcohol were definitely distracting him. Darren hadn’t even thought of his growing wife in over 20 minutes. With a smile, he finished his beer and began gathering his things when he stopped.
To anyone watching, they would have just seen a man staring at another man in the corner of the bar. Darren grew red in the face, pacing where he stood, and then frantically left the bar in a huff. What Darren saw nearly had him cave and cum on the spot.
It seems that Darren wasn’t the only fan of his wife at that airport. No, there was a man sitting in the corner watching her stream, attempting to obscure his laptop so he wasn’t caught. Unfortunately, this man didn’t think to check for mirrors behind him on the wall. Darren got a full view of the stream he was forbidden from watching, and he couldn’t believe the brief image he could see.
It was Erica, but enormous. No, enormous wasn’t enough. Gigantic? Massive? Monstrous? Nothing felt right. What Darren saw was a woman that was clearly a few feet taller than the wife he had left, and a stomach that looked as if it had fit a three seeter couch inside or possibly a VW bug. Her tits were nearly as big, easily three times as big as Darren. He couldn’t see her ass or pussy, but he assumed they had grown as well.
The last thing he saw before storming off was a smaller woman-or possibly a normal-sized woman-walking up a platform in front of Erica’s face. In this woman’s hands was a fully cooked turkey, apt for the Thanksgiving theme. He could see the steam pouring off it, dripping with gravy and juices. Erica was saying something to this woman, who looked hesitant, but Darren couldn’t hear.
All he could do was watch his wife, who was once shorter than him and rail thin, manage to fit a fully cooked turkey into her mouth and swallow it. It didn’t look easy, not one big, but with some effort, the woman and Erica were able to push it into her throat, and he could see her throat bulge.
With a strong gulp, it slipped down her throat, and he watched her belly swell. As he saw another turkey being brought to his wife, he had to leave. He needed to get back to his wife.
With his things in hand, he marched to the gate to see if he could board. He was met with a crowd of people, each more angry than the last.
“What’s going on?” He asked the father next to him, struggling to wrangle his family.
“You didn’t hear? Flights canceled. All of them are.”
“What? What the hell happened?” Darren checked his airline app to confirm what the man said, and it was true. All confirmed flights were set to be canceled. “Did they say why?!”
“Look outside, buddy,” the frustrated father turned away from Darren as he walked to the window, looking out at the tarmac. The snow - it wasn’t just an inch or two - it was a full-blown storm. He was stuck.
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Erica needed a midstream break to catch her breath. Five turkeys down, who knew how many to go, and Erica had never felt so stuffed in such a short amount of time. She drank her gain shake and asked Josie to check her phone for her.
“Oh no!” Josie gasped.
“What?! Did we already pass $20,000?” Erica asked while reaching for her next shake.
“No … it’s Darren,” Erica’s head whipped over to look at Josie, seeing her friend’s concern.
“What happened?!”
“His flight was canceled. He’s snowed in, and he’s not sure when he’ll be back. The soonest he said was December 1st.”
Erica was upset, disappointed even, but after a moment she collected herself and started to plan.
“Ok. Ok, I can work with this,” she whispered to herself.
“What did you say?” Josie stepped closer to her colossal friend.
“Josie, sweetie? Can you go ask those nice chefs a favor for me?” Erica sounded sweet, but determined. “Tell them I’m going to need more… of everything.”
“Um… I don’t know if we have any more food…”
“Then ask them to order in from restaurants. Order my favorites, but be sure to double or even triple the normal portions. Oh,” Erica stopped Josie before she left. “Make sure you ask the contractors to expedite the build as well. Money isn’t a factor; whatever they need, I’ll pay.”
Erica’s gut gurgled and growled as she squeezed and slapped her gut. “If my man has to wait to see me, I’m going to make sure it’s going to be worth it.”
Once the stream started back up, Josie was back to shoving whole turkeys down Erica’s throat, while her new gargantuan dildo whirred to life. With intense effort, the dildo slid into her pussy that looked like it could swallow a coffee table.
Erica gripped her tits and screamed as it entered her. God, she needed her husband. She craved him. She needed to be bigger for him.
She motioned for Josie to keep feeding her while they upped the speed, fucking her deeper and deeper. Her curves sloshing and jiggling with each impact. All the while, Josie could just think of Darren.
“This is his dream,” she thought. “He’s missing this… I can make it up to him. He could never imagine what I’ll have waiting for him when he gets here.” With that exciting thought, Erica came, shooting cum across the room and flooding the floor while she swallowed her 9th turkey.
When she came down, all she could do was smile. She turned to her friend, who was guiding in the catering to go with her dinner, and smiled. “More…”
WILL DARREN MAKE IT BACK? CAN HE HOLD OFF FROM CUMMING? HOW MUCH MORE CAN ERICA EAT?! Find out in our conclusion chapter next time!