orangeorc:When your girlfriend started the medical trial, you both noticed right away that her bre
orangeorc: When your girlfriend started the medical trial, you both noticed right away that her breasts were getting bigger. Obviously, you were all for it. Whenever she would pop a button or tear a shirt in public, both of you would laugh it off, go home, and make passionate love. She had grown nearly three inches before you realized she was taller, too. About a month in, she started borrowing your shirts… and breaking them open. She was wearing heels the first time you realized she might actually end up growing taller than you. She was eating enough for four people, and needed sex at least twice a day now… it was exhausting to keep up with her, but she teased you if you didn’t come through for her. The day… the minute she went back-to-back with you and realized she was every-so-slightly taller, she laughed at you and started calling you “shorty.” You asked her when the medical trial would be over. She smiled, and explained it had been over for a week, but she had “asked” politely if the doctors would keep sending her samples. After fifteen minutes of “asking,” they had agreed to send her four times the inital dose, provided she stopped in once a week for a checkup. Then she laughed so hard her shirt burst open. Whenever you came over, you noticed new pencil marks on the wall… She was 6′1″… 6′2″… 6′4″… she growing by inches. Daily. She needed sex four times a day, and whenever she wasn’t fucking she was eating or sleeping. She told you that you’d been in an open relationship for a couple weeks already when you bumped into her other boyfriend as he was leaving, bruised and exhausted. She said the same thing when met her girlfriends, and her third boyfriend. By the time she was seven feet tall, she living in the bedroom. Three hour long fuck sessions ensued, where you and her other lovers took turns pleasuring her, tagging out, and tagging back in until she was satisfied. When she was finally done, she’d just snap her fingers, and all of you would hustle to bring her pounds and pounds of food, assembly-line style, until her bloated gut was big enough to match her immense breasts. Then, more fucking. As her “first,” you had the special job of measuring her twice a day to track her growth. Eight feet… nine feet… ten feet… Around eleven feet, you mentioned she was too big to stand up indoors, and she tested that theory with a loud “thud.” (She’d been too big for a couple of days at that point… she just didn’t stand up very much.) You saw the doctors arrive and deliver her “medicine” personally… then joined in, just another pair of drones for your growing, slutty queen. The walls were dented in the places her huge arms and legs had dented them, and she was nearly too big to sprawl out. You asked if you should take the walls down, but she said she’d just deal with it for a while… she wanted to grow big enough to grow through the walls, and if that meant being cramped for a few days… all the more reason to grow faster. Her pet doctors obediently doubled her dose, again, her growth accelerated in turn. In less than a weeks, your twenty-five foot “girlfriend” (goddess) burst through the roof of her house, and was immediately greeted by the sight of one of her (dozens of) lovers backing a milk tanker into her parking lot and unspooling the hose. Only two people died in her first outdoor orgy, and by the next day she was thirty feet tall. One week later, your 50-foo-tall goddess thought it would be nice to move downtown… she wanted to see how many buildings she could outgrow in a week. One month after that, she was leveling buildings with her tits… and she was still. Getting. Bigger. -- source link