bingdingfing:“You’re still shrinking.”“I know.”“Susan’s go
bingdingfing:“You’re still shrinking.”“I know.”“Susan’s gonna’ be here in an hour.”“I know.”“You- fucking dammit, Trent!” She slams her fist on the table in frustration. Her string bikini is being eaten alive by her growth, but her agitation causes a visible surge in her slow but steady stretch. “Stop staring at my ass! Stop gawking at my tits! That’s only going to make you shrink more.”“I can’t help it!” you say. “No matter where I look there’s just something right there, in my face, and I can’t help it. When that witch said the spell would make social occasions uncomfortable, I thought she meant like, a constant boner or something!” Your wife purses her lips and the effect combined with her current taller-than-you-by-a-foot-sitting-down look, causes you to gulp and feel another inch or two fall away. “Not this!”“Oh really?” She looks down pointedly at your crotch, which visibly tents the front of your now over-sized swimsuit. “Because that’s not nothing I’m looking at. She said the spell works based on your arousal. You’re enjoying this!”“I’m not going to apologize for being attracted to you,” you defend.“That’s sweet. Inconvenient, but sweet.” Your wife rocks back in her seat as if struck, before leaning against the table, gripping the edges. “Fuck. Fuck. Why- why does it have to feel so good when I’m growing?”The bottom of her top, already so strained as to be irreparable, rides up her chest further. Soon, the top that had started a little loose around her waist stretches across her whole chest and doesn’t show signs of stopping.Your swimsuit falls to the ground as you lose the last valiant inch around your waist that’d been holding it up - even by the tightest you could tie those strings.“St-stop,” your wife orders. “You k-keep - oh god, it’s so good - shrinking and making me grow. I’m getting too big!”She is. The metal chair she sits in cries pitifully as mass just seems to flow outward from her, filling available space faster than she can shift in her seat to fit. Soon her hips are so overpoweringly massive that she’s stuck, the sides of her gargantuan legs keeping her trapped in the metal frame.“…I’m trapped,” she says faintly. She’s spread across the table, her own tits, serving as cushions, but you can see the tremble and twitch of her legs as her arousal is still live and active. “Fuck. Fuck. Trent when I get out of here-”You step in close, mesmerized. At this height, you’re just about as tall as her seat. Her ass fills your vision like some high definition plasma tv, showcasing every goosebump, every tight press of her bikini that you’d dreams of but never dared voice.Your wife jerks in her seat, and you can see the enormity before you expand further, to the realm of the truly ridiculous.“Please,” your wife begs. The whine in her voice is more real than anything you’d heard. “Please. Please please please - fuck I’m so big - please Trent, just do something. Anything.”You’re quickly losing height, and time is running out. Susan was indeed going to be here soon and there was no chance she wouldn’t have questions, but the least you could do was get your wife out of her current predicament.You can’t stop yourself from grabbing a handful of the most delicious ass you’d ever seen, not even in your dreams, and the intense reaction your wife releases, a long dirty moan that could fuck for hours straight, is enough to take away a full three inches of your remaining height. You stumble out of the increasingly massive tent that used to be your swimsuit, practically tripping over the waistband on your way out, and make your way around the front of the seat.Her thighs are fucking enormous. Literally thicker than watermelons, and expanding at a slow, painful process the longer she’s stuck in her chair. You’d seen trucks with less horsepower than her now, but the metal siding continues to bite into her skin, and your wife seems paralyzed by the arousal and the position.Her hands are grasping futilely at the space between her legs, but she’s grown so large she can’t even spread them for her to relieve her arousal, leaving her helpless and at the mercy of this spell.“Small,” she says, spotting you through the grating of the table. Her tits obscure most of the view you have of her but you can still make out her eyes, wild and horny, “So small. I could fuck your whole body if I could just…get…out!”She shakes and groans. It sounds like if a mountain got horny, but really all you can think of is how earth-shattering it’ll be when she’s even bigger.She whimpers, and one hand comes up to pinch a nipple and the resultant noise could make a statue cum on command. “God, I’m so - oooh fuck me - pissed with you! Why’d you have to flip that witch off?”You open your mouth to answer but are instantly cut off.“No, I don’t care!” Frustration echoes through her voice as her shirt finally splits at the front, releasing a two titanic globes of boob onto the table spread. “Just fix it! Fix it, fuck me, I don’t care what you do, don’t-” she arcs her back and you can see her attempt to grinding herself against her seat, “-just leave me here, little man!”An idea comes to you. It’s probably a very bad idea, but considering the time constraint and both of your own states it’s the best you can think of.“Pick me up!” you yell, dodging a quick thrashing of her legs as she kicks one foot out in apparent ecstasy. You walk around to just below the side of the chair - holy shit how had she not just broken out of it by now she was utterly gigantic - and raise your arms up, signalling.She yanks you from the ground like a doll, her entire fist wrapping around you. You really are small enough to serve as a human dildo to her. You can’t tell if that’s fear or arousal rising up in your gut but it doesn’t matter.She holds you in her open palm like a toy, and you can’t help the gasp at seeing her face so large it encompasses everything. You’re shrinking far faster than anticipated.“Small, so small,” she says, licking her lips. It’s hard to tell if it’s her speaking or the horniness but you can’t fault her either way. She’s gigantic and only going to grow bigger. “Oh god, Trent honey. I want- I want-” a rolling shudder rises and she trembles, lips parted sexily, “-I want!”There’s no time to respond because then she brings her palm to her face, more specifically her mouth and you’re not sure how she gets the angle and position right on the first shot, but her lips, each the size of large furniture to you, wrap around your cock.You buck your hips and and fall to putty in her her hand. It’s not a blowjob, not when you can’t even reach past the threshold of her mouth, but it’s daunting and impossibly good all the same. Your thoughts melt into a haze of desire and lust and you soon fall into the motion, wrapping your arms around her massive mouth and thrusting, jerking, fucking her fucking huge mouth like it’s all you were ever good for.A guttural moan escapes your wife’s mouth and it grabs hold of your monkey brain like a vise.“I want to cum,” she says, pulling you away from your personal nirvana. “Fuck. Smaller. I want you smaller. Get in me, little man. Get in my pussy. Fuck your wife. Fuck me good like I deserve because god I’m too big and horny now to give a flying fuck about how stupid you were in getting that cursed.”You’re about to ask how you’re going to do that with her legs trapped together in the chair when the howl of metal bending and reaching its limits pierces the fog of your brain and your wife crashes to the floor. You fall from her grip and tumble down her enormous canyon of a chest as she braces her fall. The impact could be registered on the Richter scale for all you know, but that doesn’t matter because your world is soon engulfed in boob.You slide down the perfect cleavage, and a momentary opening lets you sneak in between her massive tits, before it closes and you’re covered in softness and warmth that will leave you insane.Everything around you is boob and titflesh. You hear the thunder drum heartbeat somewhere around you and it’s like you’ve been subsumed by your wife’s massive body.“So big,” she cooes, and your breath is taken away as the already cramped space between her boobs is shrunken to near vacuum seal. “You fit so perfect there, baby. And I’m- I’m so big!”“Wh-what about Susan!?” you cry out, a last gasp for sanity breaking through your shrink-addled mind. “She’s going to be here any second!”A pause as the words seemed to sink in, and then you heard your wife giggle softly. “Then let her come,” she declares. “I’ve always wanted to be taller than her.”And all around you, a veritable valley of woman, the walls of her boobs rise up around you as you shrink….and shrink…and shrink…“You did this,” your wife says, her voice booming. Is that love or frustration pouring through? Both. Maybe both. “Just remember, this is all your fault.”Another conversational beat passes.“And I’m so glad. Now, baby, make me bigger and maybe I’ll finish what I started…but not before you make me cum!”_________________________Another fun little caption from the kick-ass @astorabound, who is a dang trooper at coming up with ideas. The original picture is one they submitted, while the other two are ones I scoured the internet for. I know they’re not technically all related, but it’s very hard to find something that captures the intent, y’know?Oh, by the way, if anyone knows of any other good giantess/growth blogs I’d love to follow, let me know.As a side note, what’s everyone’s favorite “theme” in captions? Not for any purposes, I’m just taking a litmus test of what y’all like seeing. Me, I’m pretty simple. I like growth, giant women, and teasing light domme dynamics. Oh, and of course, big tits and ass. -- source link