bingdingfing: When you leave your office, you find her at the fridge. You see her shorts discarded o
bingdingfing: When you leave your office, you find her at the fridge. You see her shorts discarded on the couch as you walk over. You brace yourself for a sight that’s undoubtedly going to fuel many dreams and thoughts in the coming days, but that still doesn’t prepare you for how absolutely gargantuan she looks when you turn the corner. “Hey babe,” she says over her shoulder before turning back to the contents of the fridge, “I’m feeling like pizza tonight.” She shifts her weight from one leg to the other, prompting an monumental jiggle in her ass cheeks you could wrote odes about. You swallow the thick lodge in your throat. Good god, she might as well not be wearing those panties. “Babe? Didja’ hear me? How you feeling about pizza?” That shakes you from your trance. “Pizza? We just did groceries. Shouldn’t we finish off…” you trail off when you see the contents of the fridge. It’s half-empty already. “Emma what the hell-” She turns from the fridge and for the first time you see that the difference in her appearance isn’t just in her ass. She’s taller too. “What can I say, I’m a growing girl.” She fingers the lining of her panties, which are fraying at the edge and pulled so tight they’re digging into her skin. “Honestly I don’t even know why I bothered with this.” “Emma, you’re huge.” “Well duh. I’m growing. Didn’t you get that?” she smacks her butt and the quake that follows is more tsunami-like than ripple. “I just can’t seem to get the rest of me to keep up with my big ass here though. It’s just all going straight there.” The fridge door hangs open, and you can see the gooseflesh along her skin rise at the outpouring cold. There’s too much of her. “So, pizza?” she says, bringing the topic back on track. “What happened to our food?” you ask, because this can’t be happening. She can’t have gorged herself on all of it already. It’s been one day. She licks her lips and your eyes fellow her tongue’s path. God, you wonder what it’d feel like right now, her mouth on you. “I ate it,” she replies. “Look babe, I don’t think you’re really getting it. I’m really hungry. Like, ravenous, will-suck-your-dick-if-it-means-getting-some-cum-down-my-throat level hungry. I only haven’t because well, you’ve been holed up in your office all day and I’m trying to be discreet.” “Discreet?! Emma, you’re ass is bigger than my couch! What the fuck have you been eating to cause that?” “Everything.” She fixes you with a stare that penetrates you to your very core and you realize quite suddenly that her dick-sucking joke isn’t a joke. “God, babe, I just want to be bigger than this. When I started gaining weight and it all started showing in my ass I just wanted to equalize it and-” Her stomach gurgles and she frowns, putting a hand on her belly. “Oh, oh!” Her face brightens. “Oh hell yes. It’s happening!” As if on cue, she doubles over, gripping the fridge door to keep herself from collapsing. She begins to pant, even as her knees turn weak and wobbly, while her other hand travels between her legs. “Fuuuuck,” she moans. It comes out so lewd whatever reservations you have are blown away by the need in her voice. “Oh god yes. Fuck, I’m growing. I’m growing baby. My tits, my ass, my height I- oh god I think I could cum from this.” She throws her head back and you stare at the absolute show she’s putting on. Her boobs stretch the front of her shirt to ridiculous proportions and beyond even bent over there’s no mistaking the slow, gradual increase in overall mass as her height rises above yours easily. Soon, you have to look up at her and her ongoing growth. “Noooo~” she cries as it finishes. Her face is flush and sweaty and you immediately tell she hasn’t reached completion. “Fuck. No. I was- I was so close!” She’s taller than you. Taller than the fridge. Taller than the goddamn cabinets. You’re acutely reminded of just how much food you’d bought recently, and just how empty the fridge looked now. You had trouble believing she’d eaten it all before, but now, looking at her completely overwhelming big she was, it isn’t so hard to believe. Her frustration doesn’t last long though, because she remember you there, staring up in awe and arousal. A hungry, gleam enters her face. “Hey baby,” Emma says innocently. She closes the fridge door and moves in front of it. It doesn’t even come up to her navel anymore. “Remember what I said earlier?” “Uhh…you’re…gonna’ have to remind me.” She’s said a lot of things so far, and especially just now. Many of them pleas of “Fuck” and “God yes” and you are still wrapping your brain around just many ways she could say that and sound so sexy with each one. “I’m talking about the part where I really want to suck your cock,” she says, getting down on her knees. She’s still taller than you, a fact your cock enthusiastically enjoys. “Y’know the part where I just want to swallow your cum - really fucking drain you baby - and grow even bigger.” Bigger?! “Yeah,” she says, crawling slowly on her knees even as you backpedal slowly until you reach the counter behind you. “I have a feeling it’ll work. Your cum, my body, and just me getting bigger again. Like, big enough to just eat everything in the house.” You have a feeling she already could if she put her mind to it. “C’mon,” she pouts, deftly pulling at your zipper with one magnified hand, “don’t you want to cum in big, sexy mouth? Don’t you want me happy?” She puts a hand to her gut. “I want you so bad~.” Your answer dies in your throat as she finally frees your cock from the confines of your shorts. “There we go,” she says, puckering her lips. “Oh, and you’re so hard too. Here let me take care of that for you.” And then sweet oblivion takes over as her lips meet the head of your cock and all reservations are thrown out the window. “Mmmmf….god….you taste so good, baby” she says, in between sloppy slurps. “I just know you’re gonna’ make me so big.” It doesn’t take long for the first of many orgasms to come. It’s so intense you even pull out accidentally and get some on her face. “Now why- mmmf fuck it’s starting - would you do that?” she asks playful. She dabs at her face and begins to delicately suck the strands to her digits. “I don’t want to waste a single drop of this.” Behind her, her ass begins to grow… ____ Another growth by eating scenario, again prompted by @astorabound, who’s got some knockin’ ideas in that noggin’. Thanks a bunch! Wow, this is unreal good! -- source link