Without Noticing, She Slid Upwards, Another Few Inches Taller. My Cock Was Quick To Begin Its Reciprocation,

Without noticing, she slid upwards, another few inches taller. My cock was quick to begin its reciprocation, but I stifled my libido momentarily, intending to take the smart route. I loved her, and this was a sensitive moment but, by God, she was the sexiest woman alive.

I embraced my giant girlfriend, my hand ‘accidentally’ brushing her nipple, which she most likely hadn’t even realised stood taut  and ready through the strained bra. She tried unsuccessfully to stimy a gasp, and I looked up in mock concern, my hand grasping her right breast in my ‘alarm’. This only elicited a moan, and her dainty yet powerful hands drew me closer to her. I took this opportunity to press my head against her and lightly kiss her enormous left breast. A moan escaped her, and I pretended not to notice that, or how she not to subtly began to grind against my leg. She still wasn’t used to being so big, where it was difficult to do anything ‘small’.

Her chest began to heave a little as she took deep breaths, the only sound in the silence of our embrace. I loved teasing her like this, feigning unconcern as she got hot and bothered. I could tell it turned her on when she was normal sized... but now? Well, the minute ripping sounds from her XXXL lingerie were the smallest indications.

“No, don’t...” she whispered, her voice high and breathy.

“Don’t what?” I said, unable to prevent the corners of my mouth from lifting a little, and my hands tightened a little against her sensitive tits, my hot breath wafting over her large, thickening nipple as my tongue darted in and out from my mouth. A slick sweat had begun to nestle within her cleavage, and the smell of her sex was strong in the air.

“Darling, we only just... I haven’t had time to shrink down again!” she said, trying to muster the voice of reason from the faculties that remained to her in the tide of her libido.

I merely looked at her, my intent plain and unblinking in my eyes.

She bit her lip, whimpering as her proportions very slowly increased, her tits puffing against their restraints, her hips, ass, and thighs swelled juicier, as she of course, got bigger and bigger, squirming in ecastsy as she enlarged all over.

“But sweetie, I’ll grow again!” she cried out in a tone of waning concern, as another seam creaked and she paradoxically pressed my hard on against her wet panties. Too little, too late.

“Yes, you will.” I replied.

“I want to be sweet and gentle with you but it’s not like before. I’m just so big and you’re so tiny. I have to be so careful, my breasts… They could crush you so easily… I can’t even feel you between those monsters! And they just keep growing! This bra… It’s getting tight… Please, sweety, be careful.”

She couldn’t believe how well today had gone. Mia felt on top of the world as she got home from her shopping spree on that Thursday afternoon, a little tipsy from her stint at the bar she had visited with the rest of her colleagues afterwards.

Things in general seemed to be going well. Mia swelled with pride, thinking about her program, which was going to be published in just a few weeks. Things were going her way, she mused, and giggled in her stupor.

As Mia dragged her clothes of for bed, she ran her hands over her body. It felt good and tingly, and looked down, grinning. She just had to try on the gorgeous new enticers she had bought again. This Friday night, she was going to wear this under her outfit when she went clubbing.

‘Damn,’ she contemplated, staring at her reflection. ‘I look really fucking good.’ In the way only a drunk person can, she struck a pose, bending the little stumble into the motion in a way that tried to convey, and probably would have managed to any non-sober person, that she had planned to do that. Nonetheless, the result was sexy as hell. Her well-rounded body seemed to stick out in all the right places, giving her a pleasing hourglass shape, and a thin sheen of muscle could be seen beneath her limbs and solar plexis. She shook her head, and her glossy plait came to rest on her enticing breasts, stroking the pool of cleavage.

Mia stood there a moment and, with a dead certainty, realised that she was going to give someone a good fucking come tomorrow night. Her confidence in the feeling filled her, and she tingled once more, tiny tremors of pleasure echoing through her inebriation, multiplying in tendrils that crept through her. She closed her eyes, enjoying the present, and began to grow, gently sliding upwards and outwards, little by little. She breathed deeply, keeping her breath slow as her heart rate increased with the mounting pleasure coursing through her nerve endings. The outfit had tightened somewhat when the feeling stopped, with a pleasing overall effect, and she was a few centimetres taller. She brushed an engorged nipple which stuck rudely, and shivered, her thicker ass quivering atop her widened hips.

As she was lying in bed, Mia felt it again, but between exhaustion, relaxation, and intoxication, she succumbed to sleep. As her tousled plait descended towards her narrow waist, she unconciously shifting her arms from the new flesh that covered part of her biceps, allowing her hands to gently drift of their own accord towards a dampening navel between increasingly buxom thighs... and the bed continued to shrink and sag in minute ebbs around her.

The rest of the world would have to wait with baited breath for Friday as she soaked up her looming dreams.

She didn’t care how she had grown. It hadn’t affected anything, not her work life, her social, OR her love life, thank you very much.

In fact, after Maddie met Darren on a dating site, she thought perhaps it was very much the opposite. Darren was such a caring guy, and it hadn’t made a difference to him if she was maybe a little on the ‘large’ side. Of course, on their first date, which she had been nervous as hell about, he had stared. But, if he was phased, he gave no sign of it, because that was it, like it was one time to acknowledge Maddie, and then he accepted. How many people were like that?

He had taken Maddie to look at the fireworks on a little hill above a quaint little town, which was of course perfect aside from his slightly undersized picnic blanket, but Darren had made up for that. Darren made up for so many of the problems being big presented, and well accentuated all the benefits. Coming from a strict Catholic background, he had made her wait till they were married for them to have sex, and it was only on their wedding night that she really learned to appreciate the benefits. She still tingled marvelling on it.

So now, as they made love, seven years well into their marriage, in the full light of day with the lights on just for the fun of it, Maddie relished this moment where she could make Darren as happy as he made her.

“I love you, baby/” he said in unsteady passion, and her mind filled with mixed contentment, titillation, and love.

“Dear God,

“I know you work in mysterious ways. And don’t think I’m not grateful! After all, I’ve gotten this big – no, huge – in just the two months since I first prayed for tits big enough to put that silly white bitch Suzie to shame. Now look at me! I’m spilling out of every bra I’ve ever owned, and Suzie crosses her arms over her chest every time I sit down at the lunch table with her.

“But I was thinking… and if you don’t want to, that’s fine, I’m completely OK with the blessing you’ve already bestowed upon me and all that – but I was thinking that maybe I could stand to get a little bit bigger still. You know, just a few more inches on the measuring tape. It’d make landing that smart, wealthy, husband that Mama and Nana keep praying for me to find that much easier, wouldn’t it? And bigger boobs would mean that the children that I’ll have with him – and I know you love children, that’s, like, the one thing that the priest preaches about every week, the evils of condoms and all that – anyway, those children will be able to absolutely thrive if I had big breasts full of milk for them.

“Plus, I know that that hunky guy Kevin on the football team is absolutely crazy for huge boobs. Like – well, I’m sure you’ve seen his porn stash. You’re God, you know everything. So if you want me and him to hook up, then I’m going to need to be a lot bigger up here, right? Right.

“So that’s all I’ve got tonight, God. I ask you and Jesus Christ, your Son, that with the Spirit, our welcome guest, you guard our sleep and bless our rest, etc etc. And bigger breasts.

“Amen.”

Oh baby! Thank you! 

Surprised? Well I was too, you sneaky man, you.

Mad? No, I love them, they’re great! Besides, I was the one snooping around in your office.

Well, I was honestly kind of unsure before, y’know? I was afraid you’d think I wasn’t being serious or something.

Ohhh... How does it feel? Well, pretty good, I must say, but I’m pretty sure they’d feel much better if you we were face to face and not just on chat.

Yeah, she’s out, but you’re the one who decided to go on a business trip. But hey, make some eye contact for a second, I was trying to tell you something. I’ve wanted this my whole life, and I can’t tell you how good - not just physically by the way - it feels. I feel more... complete, I think, like I was meant to be this way but just wasn’t until now.

Aha, it is more than I expected too, how did you manage to get hold of this?

Fine, be secretive, but, umm... listen. Now this is going to sound crazy, but can you get hold of any more?

Yes.

Yeah, I know, but- ok, let me be straight with you. How much can you get hold of? I feel our relationship certainly has further room for expansion...

“Oh, honey, oh god…” she moaned, as he - quivering - looked on with rapt fascination, “I’m getting so big. I’m going to burst out of my clothes…”