orangeorc: For the past several weeks your wife, Janet, had been on a new birth control pill.The d
orangeorc: For the past several weeks your wife, Janet, had been on a new birth control pill. The day she started, her breasts swelled up so much she couldn’t pack them into any of her current bras. She bought bigger bras in the next size up, but outgrew them on the second day. This happened again on the third day, and on the fourth. By the fifth, her C-cups had ballooned to GGG-cups. The cost of the new clothes was obnoxious, but her libido and confidence were sky-rocketing, so she stayed on her medication. On the sixth day, she started outgrowing clothes besides bras. Of course shirts wouldn’t fit, but neither would sweaters. She couldn’t get pants over her ass, which was rounding into a bigger and bigger bubble. Then her pants wouldn’t go over her thighs. Then shoes wouldn’t fit. In all the fuss over clothes, you didn’t even realize she was growing taller until she was eye-level with you in the shower. She distracted you with sex, but the following morning she was at least three inches taller than you. Starting to feel insignificant, you begged her to quit her medication. She placated you with sex, but you persisted, and she eventually agree to lay off the pills, starting tomorrow. (She’d already had her usual dose for today, and thus couldn’t help growing another three inches taller before bed.) You could feel the bed creak as her body kept expanding through the night, and you were certain by the morning she would be at least seven feet tall, but decided it could have been worse. You woke up on a bed that had broken to one side. The bedroom door had been dented on all sides, and paint was rubbed off the hallway walls. In the living room, she didn’t even see you approach her. She was ten feet tall, barely seemed to notice you until you cleared your throat. “Holy shit…” you said, gazing up at the underside of your wife’s monstrous balcony. “Janet… you’re ten feet tall!” Janet just smiled. She puffed up her chest… and exploded out of the improvised dress she’d made. “You said you’d stop!” you said, desperately. “I lied,” she said, bending at the knees, boob-smacking you on top of the head. You fell back on the floor. Her head grew upwards to dent the ceiling. Her gargantuan assets inflated in her arms, ballooning bigger by the second. “Ready for the most epic tit fuck of all time!?” she said, excitedly. “Janet! Stop! Those are bigger than I am! They’ll crush me!” you pleaded. “Yeah, that’s what I just said,” she said, lowering them over you… -- source link