A Not So Little Night Musing

A Not So Little Night Musing

Joan snuggled closer to Tom’s chest, easing herself into a more comfortable position while making sure not to wake him. She thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of lying beside him, just his bare skin against hers in the dark, still but for the sound of their still slightly ragged breathing. Tom was spent and had quickly fallen deeply asleep, though not forgetting to encircle her in his arms; the cosy little spoon. His chin rested just above her head, and the hairs on his shins tickled her feet. She turned to kiss him once more, and moved the fringe of her bob out of her eyes before settling down. She took care not to focus too much on the evening’s events, lest the savour keep her from sleeping. Still, it had been wonderful she thought to herself, stretching in contentment. After a little too much wine at the restaurant they had ambled five minutes late to the theatre. Apparently those few had been pivotal to the plot, as neither of them had been able to make head nor tail of the story, which only served to make it funnier for the tipsy couple. There had been quite a few stares in response to their sniggers when one of the heroines was murdered. The bus ride home had been all a rush, and the effort of walking had left her memory a little vague. Joan could, however, recall vividly the passion of the last hour. She felt a tingle and cursed quietly under her breath. She had told herself not to do this again. Too late now… she put one finger, and then another, into her already surprisingly damp slit, and began to curl them heavily but slowly, still conscious of her boyfriend sleeping beside her. She wouldn’t give Tom the satisfaction of knowing she was masturbating to him.

Keeping her breathing low, she slowly shifted her elbow out from under his arm. She watched him as she slowly rotated her forearm, all the while still stroking her inside, and gently sucked on her fingers. She shook her head to rest her curls behind an ebony shoulder. Her libido loomed with lewd thoughts, making shrewdness difficult. Her breathing increased - she couldn’t help it, and she closed her eyes as she imagined she was sucking Tom’s thick, juicy cock. She curled her toes at the sensation as her feet brushed the ends of his. It had been so wild, and they still hadn’t even moved the bed back against the wall. It was shoved up against the dresser, the better for Tom to push against the wall with his feet while the bed and her cunt were trapped and his for the taking. Beads of sweat slowly trickled down her, pooling in the burgeon of her dark cleavage. He was so hard, and as his muscles strained, pushing him further and further into her, he grunted like some ravenous animal, his blood pumping – all into his dick, which seemed to get bigger and bigger and harder and harder by the second. Her hand now moved down from within one set of lips to just above another, wetter and slicker, and the fingers began to rub her already engorged clit. She craned her neck back, her head beside his on the pillow. She imagined his cock becoming erect, and spread her fingers a little in simulation which felt surprisingly good. Joan was shivering slightly, straining not to move, as Tom behind her lay, his heavy arm across her. As she breathed her chest rose and fell, her nipples brushing between his fingers a little more with each rapid rise and fall, lifting Tom’s arm with greater and greater force. Despite how furiously Tom pumped, his stamina had not lessened, and continued fucking her, sliding his dick out and shoving it back in with an alacrity and reckless abandon she could only ever have fantasised about before… as she did again now, her fingers moving more quickly inside and out of her between her crossed legs, her upper calves nestled beside his feet. She began to give little intermittent bucks, unable to stop herself from moving, as much as she did not want to wake the sleeper beside her. She had had to make him stop, it was too much. He thought he was hurting her, and when he pulled out, concern on his face, she had bowled him over and seized his manhood. Oh God, was she being too loud? She had then determinedly started to blow him, her hands working over his junk to enhance the pleasure, and unexpectedly found that he had had even more to give, his dick growing harder and more augmented, stretching her jaw to aching as she tongued and moved her head back and forth ferociously. She bit her lip and to hold back a moan She planned to make this cock hers, and she was so hungry… He could scarcely concentrate on her tits, and though they strained for his touch his inability to do even that was a turn on in itself. His hand now rested on the breast closest too him, and her nipple practically pulsed beside the twin peak of his thumb. When she could suck no more and was forced to admit defeat, she released him and watched as his hips continued to convulse in the air, before she ordered him back inside her and to fuck her until she broke or he came. Joan had never before let Tom come in her. She was never sure why, though she had made several excuses before. They weren’t unfounded, of course she didn’t want to get pregnant, and when they were first dating she wanted him to get checked out just in case. However, they had taken every precaution, and whatever was left of those small inhibitions was blown to incinerating oblivion by a single, aching, urgent need. The bed felt uncomfortable, and there just didn’t seem to be room for subterfuge when you were so horny. She felt a wave of pleasure overcome her as she worked a little faster, and fell to the sensation. Her dark locks tickled her sultry, flaring hips, and she shivered, flaring Tom several inches to the other side of the bed. She wanted him, wanted him inside her, wanted him to fill her, to fill her up. She wanted to finally feel his cock swell, harder and bigger than she had ever felt before and explode inside her. Her moans became louder as he began thrusting again, her legs around him, drawing every delicious inch of him into her like a vice. She was absorbed by the fantasy, and only a shred of propriety kept any attempt at silence. Her chest surged, muscle memory piqued from Tom’s unintentional caresses, and pressed out further. Considering how much he was clearly turned on by her urging – a mantra of dirty talk, gasping that she wanted him to come for her, to fill her up with his hot seed, that she wanted to feel him get enormous as he blew his load into her, and every other dirty term that came to her he actually took longer than she expected. Her rubbing now reached a frantic speed and she let out soft whimpers as she felt waves of pleasure begin to course through her. She did not stop, and neither did her growth as her feet slipped off the end of the bed and hung above the floor. Neither had he stopped then. His pounding ministrations made her feel like she would go off at any second, but she held herself back from the edge, and all the while her pleasure mounted, higher and higher, ready to break over her like a cataclysm. She could feel something similar happening from inside his member. Her hand pressed a forcefully against the head of the bed, and a quiet splintering could be heard creaking. He pushed more forcefully than before, and her pussy somehow continued to take his entire, still-swelling trunk that seemed be trying to split her in two, more eagerly still than before. Every push of his was getting them closer and closer to a finale, but she didn’t know if she could hold out. Her ass bucked on the mattress, filling out along with the rest of her curves. She was becoming more of a giant hourglass by the second, and was completely unaware, even at this accelerated stage of her expansion. Even now, as her fingers twirled, curled, pulled, and tugged, she wondered if she would get to the end of the memory. She allowed her breathing to increase, and her chest rubbed up and down beneath Tom’s hand, which was again upon her breast after the last bit of growth, faster than before, pleasuring her nipples. Her eyes were still shut and her mouth was open, crying out almost silently as she played with herself in horny, hot desperation. Her back arched, gargantuan, and she felt her juices gush out of her, wetting the sheet below her. Tom stirred, and the nervous excitement of almost waking him did nothing but heighten her ecstasy. Oh, it felt so good she thought she thought as she unconsciously continued to stretch, well past nine feet. Even now, she could still recall the moment… It was going to happen, she could feel it. She couldn’t get any wetter, she surely couldn’t take any more. Yet still it held off, and moments stretched, like the sides of her sex, as ever more of this mammoth creature continued to force itself upon and into her. Then he bit down hard on to her nipple, and she cried out in pleasure, but then her scream reached new heights as she felt him finally explode inside her. It was indescribable, it felt so good. Most of her legs were hanging off the bed, and her left arm was no longer on the bed, but still she continued to fuck herself. She felt so tight, he felt so big, huge, gigantic, as the head of his penis expanded and fired wad after wad in a seemingly endless torrent of hot, white cum inside her. A sudden spasm sent her into the twelve foot mark. After a moment, she realised it was still going and time had not in fact stood still, and this cannon-like python was still spewing more and more into her. He really was doing it – filling her. She felt a rush from inside her meeting his as she too came for all she was worth. She was close now, so very close, as she arched her back towards the room ceiling, her efforts at subtlety almost shredded like the tattered nightgown strewn beneath her as the thrill coursed through her entire body, pushing outwards. It wouldn’t end, and she kept on crying out in pleasure- Stretch …it felt so exquisite, so magical, until she felt the- A throaty moan escaped her, and she clamped her hand over her mouth, brushing the ceiling with her hand …hot liquid began to spill down her legs as there seemed to be no more room in her cunt. She squealed and he groaned, both shuddering in ecstasy that was overcoming. She felt it now, almost upon her. She loomed, huge enough to be sitting along the entire length of the bed, her lower thighs and legs hanging off the edge and her shoulders touching the ceiling. Tom had pushed and pushed, driven on in a spasm of primordial instinct, till he had no more to give and beyond, thrusting into her splashing wet cunt. Even now the bed was getting really soaked for a second time, and for the first time it occurred to her that her own juices were rapidly seeping closer to him, whom she was unaware but was now lying prostrate on her. He rolled, and his arm tugged her fingers jostling her out of rhythm. Her hands scrabbled to get back into place and resume their work, but she was too sensitive and too clumsy with the shock to properly do anything. She could not stop, it wasn’t enough. She moved, pushing Tom’s legs apart and pressing his whole dick into her mouth. Hardness overcame him, and they both opened their eyes.

An Ample Anniversary - Part II

Now you lie for a moment, after you’ve both come, playing with one another. You would have said that her delineation was mind-boggling, but you are spellbound, too enraptured to think of anything but the senses at present. You look into her eyes, unfathomable as the currents of the deep ocean and the earth beneath forest leaves. Gently moving aside a tress of her locks, you whisper in her ear that you love her. She replies with a kiss, and you caress and fondle one another for a long time, travelling over one another’s bodies. The two of you are in complete harmony, each heart still racing for the other. This is complete bliss. 

You stroke the curves of her titanic form, appreciating every subtle inch of the great camber. Her hips hook you, her thighs encompass your world, and her derriere forms it; her demure, slender waist decorously inclines towards it with a delicacy the eye cannot follow. Her breasts, teardrop velvet and soft, with their puffy, dark nipples always looking as if they ache for you, softly merge with your chest as you pull her closer and kiss those delicate, sculpted lips, the bow round and full. That is her, round and full, potent and encapsulating. She is yours, and you are hers, and you know this. Her hair trails on to your shoulder, a river of little cascading curls washing over the edge of her face, her features fine and striking. Her neck is lightly spotted with perspiration, and you lean in and kiss her deeply there. A hand trails around your midriff, and pulls you closer. The other strokes one of your thighs, the other between hers. You can still feel the secretion between her legs, and after a moment you stir, your body responding to the call of hers, a light and tinkling music. You stiffen slightly. The touch is haunting, full of dreams… and then all is swept away. You feel desire, raising its antlers in you, and she sees the fiery expression on your face as you lift your head to look at her beautiful face. You want her again, and you know she wants you too. You rise, still looking her in the face, virile and single-minded. Your cock is rigid. She must be sensing this in you, as you knew she naturally could not help but do, and you feel your member strain toward her. She pulls her hair back and then kneels in front of you, her curving rear flourishing behind her like two, smooth moons. She parts your legs, holding them open with both hands as she advances upon you on her knees, jiggling like an earthquake as she does so. Her curves bounce, hips, tits, thighs, and butt, as if electricity is running through them, and then she envelops your length in your mouth. She sucks, honing the stiff erection, making it bigger and harder. Sliding it in and out, she lubricates it, before slipping it between her tits. She titfucks you with gusto, encasing your cock between her mammories and shaking her rack this way and that, up and down, pleasuring you all over. She continues doing this for a few minutes, and it feels better than it has ever done. The elation from before, combined with a technique she has never before displayed, takes you well past rock and to titanium hardness. The head of your dick moves in and out of her mouth. She licks and sucks the head of your cock, all the while mashing her tits around your pole. You thought she was self-conscious because she said her tits weren’t big enough to do this properly… Well, no complaints here, far from it. It turns you on just that much more knowing she’s thrown all inhibition out the window, not that there’s any founding for any. These puppies are plenty big enough. The buxom temptress brings you to a degree of… delectable turgidity and stops, releasing something like a rod of veined adamant into the crisp air. You moan for her not to, but she only smiles and strokes your nose with a finger. Bemused, you smile back, momentarily softened by this familiar sweet gesture the two of you have between you, but this is backed by an inexorable shift towards her, your hand resting on her plum hamstring. Still smiling, She gets up, gigantic legs raising her, lissom as a cat. She moves, passing the kitchen counter to the mantelpiece, and you can only but look on as you are staggered by the sway, which you briefly wonder if she exaggerating with this very effect in mind (if such a thing is possible), of her immensity. Your feet take you after her unbidden, and you are then behind her, standing before this larger than life lion’s share of backside, though the rest of her is still at arm’s length. She turns, a sultry grin now coating her face, twisting her body just so, so that a generous amount of tit, accentuated by the complimentary arcs, also joins the display. Her hands above her hips, she winks at you. “Mmm… I have a good idea. I’ve noticed there’s a little left…” she purrs, her hand suddenly on your cock making long strokes. She turns, allowing you to see her buttocks in their fully glory. “Could you please help me… apply it sir?” she coos. You glance down at your dick as a strange, slightly hot feeling beginning to course through you throbbing, and you notice a green, thick substance coating it. She gives her tits a peremptory, encouraging, squeezing rub, and then smacks her behind, and lets the now empty phial drop to the floor. Epilogue: The idea to fuck against the mantelpiece in your old house, on which was perched the stand containing all the numerous phials of green and other varying colours, was either a reckless oversight or a stroke of genius. You’re beginning to think your wife is a number of steps ahead of you in more than just the literal sense… Time to go now, ‘Duty’ calls.

Part I: 

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Tumescent Tenderness - Chapter Two: Counteraction

“Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.” -James A. Baldwin I let him lead me downstairs and into the kitchen without resisting, figuring that if I at least followed him I’d be able to get some answers. We went through the hall, him walking in front of me. I wondered when he’d had time to put on trousers. As we reached the front door I made him stop to let me put on a coat. He sized up mine and guffawed a little hysterically. My mind trailed back to the ring on the desk and I said nothing… beginning to wonder. He handed me his coat and I complied, wrapping it around me before we stepped out into the night air. I hopped over the gravel driveway, not before getting the end of trailing coat stuck in the door, and allowed him to open the car door for me, unable to stop a smile there. Even when this silly man was in a rush he still couldn’t help being courteous. I felt a surge within me, emanating love towards him and my heart skipped a beat as he hopped in and fired up the engine. I tried not to let my affection show and gazed out of the window until I had composed myself. As we tore down the motorway towards the laboratory, well beyond the speed limit in his boy toy, I saw that he kept glancing at me, eyeing me up and down, nervously. ‘Uh oh’, I thought to myself, realising that he must be anxious at how quiet I was being. I cleared my throat and began to make half-hearted sounds of protest. The engine roared and he didn’t notice me speaking at first. ‘You gorgeous dope you’ I reflected, and considered kissing him, but as he looked over I thought better of it and raised my voice again. “Can’t this wait? Why are we taking off in the night?” I said, only teasing him a little with an doe-eyed flutter of the lashes. “Don’t worry, we’re almost there. We’re making good time.” He responded, pumping the accelerator a little harder. “Thank the saints for the new parking area.” He muttered. I wondered at this point what it was that awaited me. My mind flashed back to the papers on the desk and the ring, going over the scenario and then unbidden to the bin. Unromantic as it might seem, that little discovery had given me the confidence I needed to, well, satisfy my man, and then some. I began to recall that, only a few minutes past, when something came to mind. I opened the coat and looked down, expecting to find a mess on the back lining. The idea of his cum leaking out of me was pretty hot, but I was a little bothered since this was his smart work coat. I was dumbfounded to see not a drop. We zoomed past the open gate and towards the underground parking lot. The tall building before me gleamed in the light of halogen lamps shining off the outer walls. We jolted down a ramp and I deliberated to myself why he was in such a rush. I went through a mental calendar of things we had done as he stopped the vehicle and got out, ripping the door open violently. That took me aback. He was always so careful with it, polishing the red two-seater often enough for me to tease him about touching it more than me, and here he was chipping the paint on a pillar and not even closing it as he hustled me towards the lift.

The doors pinged open and we clambered in. I giggled a little, though my mind still worked to think why it must be at – I checked his watch, which he had put on earlier while we were going down the main road – Seven minutes past midnight on the eleventh of May. I was feeling a little bashful, but thought it couldn’t have been such an important date if I couldn’t even remember it. I licked my lips and, tentatively taking hold of his sleeve, told him “Honey, you don’t need to rush so much. Listen, it doesn’t matter if we’re not there exactly–” The floor numbers ticked quickly, and he tapped his foot. “Ok look, my love, we’ll be on time, before it gets too far!” he said, voice hushed with excitement. ‘Well that’s good, because I’ll be damned if I have any idea what for.’ I thought, shifting a little. He looked so sweet and jumpy. I couldn’t believe this was it, he was going to ask me to marry him! I wanted to scream yes, to let him take me in his arms, to… He was edgy as my hand shifted from his downwards. He jumped a little as I grasped the front of his pants, but a bulge came to meet me almost immediately. I looked at the remaining numbers. A quicky then. Unzipping his fly. I grasped his cock through his pants, feeling the setting contours, and moved in front of him. There wasn’t time to play around. I unceremoniously flicked it from between the nuisances that were the sides of cloth and enveloped it in my mouth. It tasted good and I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his. His were still full of apprehension but he did nothing to prevent me. I worked the shaft, feeling him grow in my mouth, stretching down into my throat. I relaxed my gag, and began to suck. My horniness drove me, and I bobbed back and forth, smoking his pole, feeling a strange desire creeping back. I thought it was supposed to be newlyweds who were constantly at it, but I guess I couldn’t wait, huh? God, this was brilliant, I needed more, I moaned in satisfaction, and clamping my hands around his bottom, I pulled him towards me, relishing the taste and sensation. Lapping his cock had never felt so good. A fervour came over me, and peeking at the watch I saw I had already spent half a minute doing this. With a new zeal I sucked harder, twirling his cock in my mouth. With one hand I cradled his pendulous balls, and with the other I pressed lightly just below them. I pushed against the lift door with my feet, pressing him against the opposite wall. It felt easy when you were already this aroused, and my vehemence must have been more than I thought, because inconceivably, for the second time tonight, I felt the gargantuan swelling. His balls clenched and with a strangled “God damn it!” he blew his load again into my mouth. I gulped down the liquid eagerly, still moving back and forth sucking. He had really been holding out on me, it tasted great, and filled me with a satisfaction I could not describe. I slumped to the floor looking up at him again, and licking my lips laughed aloud when I saw the expression on his face. As I wobbled a little to regain my footing, I gave him a peck on the cheek and began to readjust my coat. Now by now I guessed he knew something was up with me, so I decided to keep it low key from now on. As I began trying to put the coat back on properly, the door pinged again and he gave my arm a tug. It was a strong one, really more than it needed to be, and I was turning to tell him so when it hit me. My fingers ceased their struggle to close the toggles on the coat front, and I swivelled to look at my soon to be fiancé. Something was off. I looked around, and felt another insistent tug on my arm, this time with even greater force. Off balance I tumbled out of the lift into my boyfriend’s laboratory. “Hey, what was up with that?” I said angrily, working to regain balance and get up from all fours. But he was already gone, across the floor and was typing madly at an interface. I walked up to him, passing assortments of strange and fantastical machines and devices of the modern age and the next, not looking at any of them. My hands on my hips I called over to him, “Oi! That was really unnecessary you know! I–” I felt an odd feeling, like before in the lift, hot and heavy. A deep resonance far within blossomed outwards, and I gasped, with pleasure as much as surprise. I could still think rationally, no matter my mood, but this was weird. I looked down at myself, and gaped as I saw the coat hanging several inches off the ground. I looked at him, then followed his gaze back at myself to the tightening garment. I felt the elbows and shoulders become a little awkward before I turned to examine them. I was perplexed by possibly shrinking clothes and the intense feeling within me. “What’s going on with these?” I said, my voice askew as I watched and felt my chest push out from the confines of the coat. I knew before he began his reply. It wasn’t the clothes. It was me. He stood staring and then turned quickly back to the computer he was using. The literal growing feeling was still increasing within as it manifested without. I was getting taller! Slowly but steadily, I was moving up inch after inch. I was about five foot five, and the apt application of the past tense crossed my thoughts as a shoulder of the garment tightened further. This thing was uncomfortable, but I was far from that. Perhaps it was hysteria, but I was feeling… great. Waves of pleasure floated through me, exuding from my inner core and spreading to my extremities… just as they spread. By my estimation I was by now at least five eight, but oddly I was not only increasing in height I realised, as I felt the coat lift from the back, my structure was altering proportionally. As my butt pressed a little further still, I looked down at my tits, which were positively big jugs now, having gone up a fair few cup sizes. Ok, maybe not completely proportionally. “Oh shit.” I gasped, looking up again. He had been typing madly at the computer and was speaking frantically as he did so. “Hang on darling.” His voice was tinny with terror, but then I noticed something odd. His dick was still sticking out of his trousers, and I saw that it was hard again. Now don’t get me wrong, I was scared. I had no idea what was happening, my body was changing as I looked on, confused and unable to stop it, and weirder still it felt seriously good. Thoughts like ‘What the hell was going on?’ and ‘Where the fuck is my proposal?’ were definitely flashing through my head. However, seeing that erection distracted me a little, allowing me to concentrate on something else other than my swelling physique to speak. “What’s happening to me?” I cried out, as I sprouted another inch of height, bust, and around the pelvic area. I winced from the pleasure. He was standing now, waiting while a tube filled up with a green liquid. I looked around the lab. “Listen my love, I am so sorry. Believe me, I never meant for this to happen!” he said, looking at me pleadingly. He was scared, shaking as he put on surgical gloves. “A few days ago I was working in the lab when something went terribly wrong. I used the—there was contamination. I ran some tests, and have been working ever since to undo it.” I shuddered again, climbing to at least five foot ten. My breasts had burgeoned into a pair of DDs, and I could see my hips and ass flaring out under the coat. I also noticed I had thickened a little in the thighs and calves, with a little muscle protruding from the generous curves. “So–” I stopped for a moment as I felt another arousing wave go through me, then cut to the chase. “Am I going to die?!” I said, sharing in his terror, “No!” he said, horrorstruck, wrenching me from a mental picture of some kind of explosion. “Your body is just altering to–” He blushed, but his eyes widened when he looked at the tube “Look, the injunction infusion is almost completed!” “It was my cum you see. I didn’t mean to take the risk, but I’ve never… I told you to stop!” He looked away from me, his voice guiltstricken and down, and I saw his dick, the head glistening in the lab light above. I let him continue, exploring the new form I inhabited hesitantly. My skin was soft and firm, and I felt healthy, awake, and seriously hot and bothered. I was too nervous to say it, but somewhere in me I realised that, well, the growth itself was turning me on. Sure, some of it was physical, but as I looked on I knew that a heck of a lot was psychological. “Ok, it’s done!” he said, pulling the tube free and unsteadily fitting the needle on to a syringe, into which he then put the antidote. I had loved puberty, and was fascinated by the way my body changed and transformed. I liked the way boys had started looking at me. Later on, I had learned to loved feeling a dick get hard, growing, feeling his thinking about me fill him up, and maybe this was some part I had loved in myself. It excited me a little on those days where my tits looked bigger, and I loved dressing to flaunt and accentuate the things I liked about myself. And now well, it was all happening again, and yeah I liked it. “Wait a minute,” I said, holding out my hand as he approached me. It surprised me how much I had caught up with him. He was still taller than me by a few inches, but the height difference, or lack thereof, was really noticeable. I scrutinised the fingers of my hand, larger but still delicate, and closed them. “Is this ‘effect’ harmful to me?” I asked unevenly, partly because another bout of sensation had settled in my tits, sending me up another size. My nipples strained forward, and the coat tore a little more. “Well, not technically it isn’t, not at all in fact, but I–” he stammered. “Well then, would you mind if I could… indulge in a little more?” I slowly asked, feeling my pussy grow damp. He gulped. “Besides, there’s no way I’m letting those erratic hands of yours stick a needle in me!” I smiled. He looked down at them, and stepped again towards me. “You… want to grow?” he asked, incredulous. “Yes. Yes I do.” I replied in a gradual tone, not letting the euphoria I was experiencing creep into my voice. I was seriously turned on, gaining another half inch in height and feeling my ass expand out like a small crinoline behind me, lifting the hem further off the floor. I noticed too, as the material slid over my rump, that I was becoming more sensitive too. I licked my lips a little, wetting them. He was closer now, and I wondered if he liked me like this. Doubt suddenly pricked through me, and I bit the inside of my lip. “I mean, you can stop it if you like.” I said. The words traced with fluttering unease. Wait… What if he didn’t like me like this? I wanted him to want me. I liked feeling his eyes on me, knowing that it was those assets I liked that he liked, knowing he wanted to taste them again and again, no matter how many times he had done before, like it was the first time. I loved it. I loved him. I didn’t want to be a freak for my husband. What if it were too late? If I were too far gone? The stir of lust and the responsiveness of my body sent a jolt of fear through me. “Please, forget I said anything. Fix me.” I said, my face fraught with worry. My eyes brimmed with tears. “Of course darling.” he said, stroking my hair. He raised the syringe, and halted in mid-air. I was now only an inch below his height, and easily weighed as much if not more than him with my new, thick attributes. “I do like you like this, you know.” He said quickly, his eyes and stance apprehensive. “Oh.” I said. I was silent for a moment. “Umm… How much?” I added, trying to keep my tone casual. The tension had suddenly flooded out of the air, replacing it with a sudden awkwardness again, even more so by the various parts of me peeking out from his coat. It was like being acquaintances again, hinting to the other that you liked them in fact as more than friends. The needle was still frozen in his outstretched hand “Well, quite a lot.” He replied. He stopped, and then cleared his throat before confiding “A real lot actually.” I knew it had been out of place. Now don’t get me wrong, a buxom lass in a coat ought to elicit that kind of thing normally, but well, he seemed so oddly conflicted as he had sat there at the computer. A distant memory surfaced, of an old online dating profile he had shown me, and in the ‘Looking For’ section under the ‘Physical’ bit I had seen terms like ‘Tall’ and ‘Voluptuous’, before he skipped right over those and did his best to end the embarrassing affair. “So then,” I said softly, gently moving closer as I hit the six foot mark, “It wouldn’t bother you if I were… bigger than you? If I grew—” My boobs seemed to respond at this moment, pressing out into his chest “…Even more?” “Nuh-uh” he replied a little dully, as if mesmerised for a moment before he blinked. “Especially not the growing part.” My thighs and hips visibly broadened again, I was caught off guard for a moment. “What do you mean? ” I asked, looking him straight in the eye, puzzled. My voice was faint, velvety, embroidered with mounting emotion, perhaps hope? “In all honesty, if you must know, it’s the, well, the growing that I like too. ” He declared. “I loved you at your old size, but this, and well, imagining more…of you. And I’ll be frank, there isn’t really a cap to it. ” The last part was croaked, almost a whisper. I didn’t reply. Turning to myself, I considered things. So, I had a man before me who liked me growing, was desperately in love with me, possibly even more now that I had literally become his living fantasy. I personally had come to the epiphany that this was something I wanted too long before knowing it was his desire, so there wasn’t pressure from him but merely encouragement to fulfil my own wish. I looked gently down now at the man I adored, and kissed him fully on the lips, gently pressing into him further. “I love you. ” I whispered, taking the cure from his hand. I stepped forward past him, then leaned back and hurled it with full force at the computer. The glass shattered, smashing the container and spilling liquid all over the machine, which sparked and fried. I turned back around. He couldn’t speak. I advanced, shrugging off the tattered remains of the coat, feeling the rising buzz within me, expanding me outwards and towards my heart’s desire. I stopped before him, and felt the uproarious sparks flicker their last within me, leaving me at six foot two, with an hourglass figure popping out well over forty inches where it mattered, if not more. We embraced, and kissed, long and deep. It was bliss. After a minute, I broke away for a moment. “I don’t want to stop it. I want to be big for you. I know you like it. I like it too, love of mine.” I said, evenly, and only the naughty glint in my eye gave any warning before I smothered his romantic ‘You’re beautiful, I love y-’ with another spell of making out. These words had apparently been quite titillating for him. I felt a rise from him gently prod me. Still tongue-tied by the kiss, I looked down out of the corner of my eye and was stunned to see that perhaps I was not the only one who had jacked up a little in size. ‘Now officially a little afraid of the monster again’ I thought to myself. Now it was his turn to break away. “Look, my love, I’ve been meaning to ask you something, and don’t think I’m asking now because of all… this, ” he gestured at my new frame. “Yes? ” I asked, my voice small and high, actual tears leaking from my eyes now. He bent down on to one knee…

Chapter 3 is coming…

“Sure you’ve got enough?”

“No, not really. It’ll never be- uff! Enough!”

“Did you just come?”

“A little bit. It... sent me up a few sizes.”

“...”

“Well, you’ve evidently noticed. Say, why don’t you help me... do that again. And don’t worry about removing the dress. My girls will see to that in just- Oh well, would you look at that, they beat me to it! ...Now, a good dicking if you will, please.”