Chapter 10
December 1st
Darren was a mess. Restless nights in a shitty motel that the airline provided, along with an endless blizzar,d isolated him even more than he was already feeling. He was supposed to be home four days ag,o and now he was finally getting on his flight.
He was able to speak with Erica a few times over the past few days, and she understood. She tried to comfort him, letting him know she was ok, but they both knew that wasn’t what he was talking about. He needed to be with her - to see her eat, grow, cum.
He was an addict, and he was in withdrawal from his wife.
Erica relished it. To be fair, she didn’t like not having her husband around, but she did enjoy the extra few days to expand on her original surprise. She also made sure not to Facetime him or let him see her streams. She did him the courtesy of sending a few blurry close-up pictures of her body, but since her growth, Darren had no idea what he was looking at. It was always round, bulging, and growing - could be her ass, belly, tits, or thighs.
She still ordered him to think of her in other extreme scenarios - tits bigger than mini vans, a belly bigger than a grain silo, an ass wide enough to fill their cul-de-sac. He’d think to himself that there is no way she really could grow that big, right?
On the day of his flight, she went dark. All she sent was a “see you soon” text with a kiss emoji. That alone had Darren quivering. Anyone who saw Darren would think he was coming down with some sort of stomach bug. He was sweating, shaking, and couldn’t make eye contact.
He was fine, regarding his health, but his willpower was fading fast. He had been holding back on cumming for an entire month, and the levees were breaking. From Erica’s milk and possibly her own magic, his cock and balls were growing by the hour. He had nearly a two-foot-long cock and balls that would put cantaloupes to shame, and they were ready to explode.
He was able to pick up some XXL sweatpants from a drug store before heading to the airport, but he had to make sure he didn’t pop a boner while around others. He did the only thing his hormone-raddled brain could think of - grab a belt and cinch it around his dick and leg.
It was only barely working. He sat down and put on his noise-cancelling headphones, blasting an endless loop of therapeutic music you’d hear in a day spa. Darren needed to keep his heart rate down and his mind clear, ignoring the other passenger and stewards during the flight.
He grabbed his bags and hurried to the taxi line as soon as he landed, pushing a family out of the way to grab their cab and book it home. He apologized and tossed them a few hundreds before tossing even more at the driver and ordering him to step on it.
In record time, Darren was home and rushing inside, nearly forgetting his bags. It was like he could sense her, smell her, even feel her from here - he didn’t care about anything else. He didn’t even notice that all the cars he’d gotten used to were gone - the caterers, chefs, even the construction crew were gone. Darren had no idea.
Darren frantically searched for his keys in his bag, dropping all of his belongings. Once his knuckles connected with the sharp metal, he pulled them free from his coat pocket and presented them to the lock, only to pause.
A note. Taped to the door.
You’ve waited long enough. Door’s unlocked. Meet me out back. xoxo E.
Darren hurried inside, tossing his things into the hall before heading to the backyard. Something stopped him, however. Well, more caught him off guard. You’d be caught off guard, too, if the back wall of your house were gone.
Not just gone - demolished. It looked like the footage Darren had seen after a tornado had decimated a small Midwest town.
Not only the back wall, but the entire home was riddled with structural damages. Barrel-sized holes through walls, cracked flooring, a crater where the couch once sat - it was insanity.
Darren didn’t even notice the music coming from the backyard until he’d walked close enough. He made sure to dodge some of the hazards as he entered the yard to find the finished ADU. It was the warehouse/barn-like structure the contractors had agreed to build, but now it seemed much bigger. Darren someone hadn’t noticed from the front yard that it was four stories tall, and wide enough for a private jet to enter.
Thank god they wanted a big backyard when they were house shopping.
The expansive sliding doors for the warehouse were closed, but there was a “normal” sized door cracked open with another note taped to it.
Almost there xoxo
When Darren opened the door, his mind went blank. He could only equate it to when he first saw the Grand Canyon on his family vacation growing up. He knew it would be big, huge even, but when you actually come face to face with something so large, words failed him.
They failed him once again when he saw his 16-foot-tall wife lying on a mattress that nearly covered the entire floor of the warehouse. She had a tube attached to a large vat that hung from the ceiling, filled with what Darren assumed was some sort of milkshake substance. Erica was sucking it down, gallons at a time, but carefully pinched off the house to free her mouth for a moment.
“Oh,” she purred, “hey, you. Long time, no see.” Her voice shook the walls of the barn when her voice went deeper. “Be with you in a moment.” She went back to her house of ice cream and other treats while Darren sized her up. Her gut was nearly bigger than she was, making Darren confused about how she was able to lift it up long enough to move from the destroyed home to her barn. Her tits were hooked up to milking machines that were filling up tanks you’d see on chemical transportation vehicles. Each breast, if its mass was added together, was bigger than her gut, but for now sat on either side of her belly, just a bit smaller than her middle.
Darren could almost hear the milk sloshing inside her tits as she swallowed more of her meal, or that was possibly her gut. He was too busy taking in her ass, that massive, massive ass, that was nearly touching the sides of the warehouse. He worried that she might outgrow this overgrown space, and he could feel his cock flexing against his restraints.
“Sweetie?” Erica paused again. “Can you do me a big favor?” She sounded so sweet. It was unsettling hearing that voice from something this big.
“Sure, honey,” Darren squeaked out.
“Grab that little vial for me,” she pointed to a small table near where Darren stood. On it lay a test tube of some sort of iridescent liquid, which he picked up and examined. “Very good, honey. Now, do me a favor, and don’t ask questions. Take a sip of that tasty treat, but don’t swallow. Swish it around for me, real good. When you’re done, spit it back into the vial.”
Maybe it was the hormones in the room that were hitting Darren like hurricane-speed winds, or from being overwhelmed by his wife’s transformation, but he just did as he was told. Once finished, she asked him to dump the vial into a metal tube attached to the wall near him, which looked to be connected to the tub that housed her snack.
Once finished, Erica sucked down the liquid along with the remaining mix of milkshake and ice cream, letting out a satisfied belch. She rubbed her tits and moaned, moving to her belly to calm her bloated stomach.
“What-uh… what was that?” Darren could barely speak over a whisper.
“Oh, that?” Erica pointed to the vat. “The chefs devised a wonderful trick to keep me full and happy while they take their breaks or clock out. There are refill tanks outside that are already mixing more treats for me and will dump into all into the tub above when they’re ready.” She smiled. She seemed quite proud of her workflow and the system her team had made to ensure she kept growing.
“No… I meant this,” he held the empty test tube up. “What did I just do?”
“Sweetie, you’re going to love this. Let’s keep a few more surprises, but just now, that little vial is what made me what I am today.” She moaned as she reached down for her pussy, but couldn’t touch it. Her curves were too big. Her flower looked bigger than him at this point, and bigger than her new toys, based on the discarded dildos on the side wall.
“Honey, do you think you can do me one last favor?” She curled her finger, motioning him to walk closer, which he did. Within reaching distance, Erica snapped him up with a quickness Darren didn’t expect. She lifted her husband above her tits and set him on her gut in front of her huge face. “Can you give me one more tasty treat? As you can guess… I’m still hungry.” Her last word shook her body, making Darren fall back.
He couldn’t believe it - he was standing on his girlfriend’s belly. He could be easily squished by her tits or obliterated by her ass. “Of course, my love. Anything…”
“Good,” she replied. “Take off your pants.”
Darren, in a flash, was naked save for his cock still tied down by his belt. “Oh, you poor thing,” she remarked. “Get that off of you,” she pouted, feeling bad for his condition. “You don’t ever need to feel this pain again.”
Unfortunately, he’d grown a bit since his flight, and taking off the belt was quite difficult. With some grunts and groans, he was finally able to undo the belt, letting his meat fly free. Finally surpassing three feet long and balls that looked just a bit smaller than volleyballs. Darren had trouble standing upright on her gurgling belly, but no matter. He was already in her hand again, sliding towards her face. Her head was almost bigger than his torso, and her smile looked hungry.
“Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to do this?” Her large tongue snaked out between her lips, flicking on his hard-on. She could taste the salty treat of his cum, moaning in delight. “I’ve been eating and drinking so much, but only one craving wasn’t satisfied.” A kiss on his cock stole the words away from him, so Darren could only groan.
She leaned forward, her mouth opening, her warm breath enveloping his hips and cock. Her lips slid over his head, easily taking it in. He could feel his cock passing her teeth and onto her tongue. With a flick, she licked a pool of pre-cum off his tip, and his knees went weak. He fell to his knees, leaning against her face. He couldn’t breathe, almost like he’d run a mile for the first time in his life. He was going to cum, but it was like his body had forgotten what to do with all these pent-up feelings.
Sadly for Darren, he felt Erica’s large hand grip his cock and lightly squeeze. He winced, but not in pain from her strength. He wanted, no, needed to cum. “Why?” That was all he could whimper.
“One last thing - a gift just for you…” She moved his body without any effort. Erica placed her fun-sized husband in front of her awe-inspiring nipple, which was currently spraying enough milk to fill a small above-ground pool. “Drink, baby. For me, for you.”
Darren couldn’t speak before Erica shoved his head against her nipple. It was bigger than his head, so taking her nipple in his mouth was out of the question. She seemed annoyed at this, but Darren still drank.
And drank… and drank.
His belly felt bottomless, but only for her milk. It tasted good before, but now - something had changed.
“That’ right, big boy. Almost there…” She whispered, her deeper voice shaking her belly and tits.
“What did she mean?” the thought entered Darren’s mind for but a moment, before he was ripped away from his treat.
His belly felt painfully full, but it quickly faded. A warmth began to grow in his cock, still held tightly by his wife. “Erica, what’s happening?”
“What? You get to be the only one to change your spouse’s appearance? Especially for a sexual fantasy brought to life? That doesn’t sound far, now does it?” Her smile - intoxicating. If only he had enough blood in his head and not his cock to understand what she meant.
Too late - the pressure in his cock was growing. Growing in intensity, in heat, in pressure, but most of all … in pleasure. “Good boy,” she whispered. “You’re ready.”
“Ready? What’s happening?” Darren asked, feeling his cock growing more and more hard in his wife’s enormous hand. His balls surged, feeling heavier by the second. He felt his arms, legs, back, and chest growing stronger and more defined. A power he’d never felt before was coursing through his veins, but he didn’t have enough time to enjoy.
Erica had already moved his body past her giant belly down to her thick thighs. They slid apart, like two barn doors sliding open, to reveal a pussy big enough to swallow him up. He groaned, his cock shooting a glob of pre-cum on her labia.
“I thought it would be fun if we could both enjoy each other’s fantasies. I got to experience your love of… bigger women,” she winked. “While you,” she said as she brought the head of his cock to the entrance of her gaping maw between her legs, “get to enjoy my love of bigger men.”
BAM!
He was in. She slammed his cock inside her pussy, his body colliding with her pussy. Her lips curled around his body, demanding more stimulation. He could feel the magic working, making his cock grow deeper and thicker inside her pussy, and it was working fast.
“Oh god,” he gripped her pussy lips and ground his face against her clit that was as big as his head. His hips thrusted harder and harder as he grew. Within minutes, Darren’s member was about to be big enough for his wife’s new gargantuan body.
She was in heaven. “There we go,” she whispered as she grabbed her toy - sorry, husband - and began pulling him out of her.
“No, no, no,” he cried.
“Shhhh, babe. Just hold on.”
“Hold on for wha-” he didn’t finish before being slammed back into her pussy.
“Oh fuck!” They cried together.
“You’re almost there, Darren. I can feel you getting deeper.” She said as she pulled him out again and slammed him back into her pussy. “Bigger, dammit. Keep going! I’ll keep growing for you, you sexy fuck. Just keep growing for me.”
“YES!” He yelled as he felt his cock reach its desired size. He felt every wall in Erica’s massive pussy, and even better, he could feel her cervix.
“Fuck, yes! Finally!” She picked up the pace. She gripped her tit and massaged it, causing milk to rain down on both of them. “Keep growing!”
Darren had no control - not in his growth, his sex life, even his own body. And - he loved it.
“Yes! Fuck, babe! Wreck me with your fat fucking cock!” Her yell shook the walls of their new home.
“YES! Keep getting fatter! Fuck! Bigger!” He could barely speak between the impaces, pussy juices, and milk.
“I’ll keep growing! Fatter - feed me every day. My tits will keep getting gigantic. My ass will crush anything you want. I’ll keep getting taller, too! I’m yours, Darren!”
“I’m yours, Erica.” He smiled and licked her pussy. That had her on the edge.
“Darren, babe?”
“What?” He was barely making a sound as Erica started pounding him deeper and deeper.
“I need you to cum RIGHT NOW! I’m almost there,” she cried. “We didn’t wait an entire fucking month not for you to flood my fucking pussy until my belly is bloated with your cum!”
“Jesus, you got a filthy mouth this month,” he teased, which was swiftly punished by shoving him hard into her pussy.
“I blame you, and I blame you for this next part.” Erica closed her eyes as her next growth spurt started. Her fat gut glorped forward in surges, along with her tits and thighs. Most of all, her ass, hips, and pussy were growing fast. Her pussy bloomed further, growing bigger and bigger than Darren. She needed him deeper.
Harder and harder she pounded him. Maybe it was the magic of their potions, but now they could each sense they were about to explode. Erica pushed him deeper and deeper and deeper until she could barely hold him. Her pussy was getting too big for her, now pulling Darren inside. All she could do was push his back, sending him deeper until his cock head hit her cervix harder than ever.
Pop!
That was it. Erica came. Not like any other time in her life, this was nirvana. She might as well be ascending to another plane of existence. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her breathing stopped. She was being fucked by a cock nearly five feet long, and even more than that - she had just fit her husband inside her pussy.
She could feel all his new muscles spasming like a vibrator inside her as his balls finally released. The dams had broken - torrents of gallons of cum were flooding her womb, filling her up. Her gut was filling, but not like the past few weeks.
Erica gripped her gut as it grew away from her at a pace faster than she could handle. She just screamed in joy as her husband came and came and came, filling her beyond her wildest imagination. Her belly had doubled in size, easily bigger than the rest of her already gigantic body.
“Fuck, Darren! I’m huge! You’re going to break me! I can’t take much more!” She yelled, knowing she hated what she was saying. She wanted it all, but her body was finally feeling full. After weeks, it was happening.
As her biggest orgasmic wave was cresting, her pussy clenched hard enough to push Darren out. Without hesitating, she grabbed Darren’s still-spewing cock and shoved it down her throat. He braced herself on her face, dripping with her cum as he finished unloading into her mouth.
5 minutes? 10? 30? An hour? Neither of them knew or cared; all they could do was pass out when Darren was finished. Erica pulled him free from her mouth and set him on top of her gut, nearly too tall for her to reach. She groaned in pain at her overly expanded belly from cum and food, but passed out before she could think much of it. Darren wasn’t far behind, his entire body tingling as if he’d been reborn. He drifted off soon after.
Before they lost consciousness, they each had the same thought. These two titanic lovers had nearly destroyed their new home from one fuck session. What would happen next time?
WHAT WOULD HAPPEN THE NEXT TIME THEY FUCKED?! FIND OUT ON THE LAST CHAPTER OF NNN NEXT WEEK!