I Cant Help But Imagine Myself As Her, Knowing You Looked At Her Like That. Thats What I Want, I Always

I can’t help but imagine myself as her, knowing you looked at her like that. That’s what I want, I always have. And now, I’m going to get it, and... so will you.

It’s funny, but I didn’t think I would like it, that it would feel this good... growing.

We’re watching a movie now. You didn’t notice when you came in and... that was ok. I know it’s because you wanted to talk to me for me, no matter what I look like. But, well, I wanted - want you to notice me. So I went into my bedroom, just for a minute,  and I took another pill. 

So we’re now sitting on the sofa, watching the film. You’re pretty focused, and you give that cute smile as you watch a funny part. I can’t even remember the movie’s name. You have another piece of popcorn and then, noticing I’m not watching, you turn to ask if I’m ok. For a moment... it seems as if something catches your eye when you look over, but I’ve already mumbled a ‘yeah’ before  sharply turning ninety degrees to watch too.

The scene is sliding past my eyeballs, and I’m so aware of the hot, dense air in between us. And then, that decreases, ever so slightly as I get bigger. I don’t dare look down, not after last time, but I can picture it happening, just like before, as my little boobs begin to creep, edging their way forward, even as the whole shirt begins to tighten around me. I’m so desperate for you to look over, to see me as it’s happening, but so afraid of you noticing too.. I think about that, picturing-- I stop myself, feeling my nipples grow even harder, They feel so much larger than before, and longer and-- I quietly gasp, feeling them brush against the soft cotton, rough against my newly sensitive areolae. My feet now touch the floor.

The space is shrinking between us, even as I’m growing. It feels... really good, but I can’t think about it. I’m torn by panic and excitement. This is what you want, but will I be enough? My head is now level with yours, I notice out of the corner of my eye, as I can feel myself being pushed forward a little as my ass enlarges too. I’m getting soo big!

I’m hoping you’ll see me, and with every nevrous breath I take, I can feel my- tit, pumping up, bloating bigger and bigger, just how you like. You’re leaning, just a little closer now, maybe because I’m so much heavier on the sofa, or because I’m now closer to youu, or maybe you’re seeing me in the back of your head? I’m looking down at you, wondering. You’re so sweet and cute, and I want to be all that I can be for you. More. 

I feel a button pop on my shirt and, in my excitement, I go for another pill. My shorts are way too tight now, and I have to squeeze the bottle from my pocket. My thighs feel deliciously thick as my hand smushes into them, prying the cap open. Quivering I lift another pill to my lips. My mouth feels dry,  but I swallow it, remembering how huge one had felt the first time it was in my mouth..

I can feel the growth coming again, hot in me, making me want you all the more. I... know you;ll want me now, I’m so big that I can- convince you, I know it. I reach a hand and pick up the remote, tiny in my hand and turn off the TV. I’m stunned by myself, but you look over at me, and I’m too frantic to think of anything else. Shocked silence for a moment, until I clear my throat and, towering over you, my huge breasts, bigger than your head, with an ass to match, whisper, as I feel the slow beginning of the next pill.

“Do... Do you like it-me, like this?”

“Hey, honey, what’s wrong? Bad day at work?”

“You, me, bedroom, five minutes. Skip the rubber. Got it?”

Brooke sighed with contentment, examining the band of gold on her splayed fingers. It had finally happened, Tom had proposed to her.

She smiled, picturing the look of astonishment on his face as all the blood drained away from it. These new bra busters hadn’t been no help either!

Hmm... Perhaps she should hedge her bet and go for her ass next? Of course, he;d get all he wanted and a great deal more to learn to handle all too soon now...

She secretly knows what his cock can do. That’s why she’s been dating him for six weeks, hoping to get a taste. She’d been pretty forward, but he’s resisted until tonight. Now she’s going all out.

She’s already good looking, tall, and slender while curvy where it counts. But you can see it in her eyes. As if that was enough. As if anything could ever be enough. She’s got him on the ropes, she can feel it, and now it’s her turn to hold back a bit, let him chase her hungrily.

He takes the bait, and she cannot resist a coy smile, only just disguising it with a flutter of her eyelashes. It takes all too long for him to suggest getting coffee after.

They’re in the car now, and she’s corralled him to her place. She’s nervous now. She’s been anticipating this moment for so long... He senses it, and smiles, squeezing her hand. She gives him her key and lets him lead her on through her front door.

It’s been six months now, and he hasn’t had a full night’s sleep in the last two. She’s always waking, or rather, getting him up so she can take another ride. He couldn’t stop her, even if he tried. She’ll turn him on his back, or lie down and pin his groin to her, pumping him for her desire. Her strong, large hands, still delicate somehow, will grip his buttocks, and drive him into her to the very hilt, and then repeat it, over and over, even as she cries out the whole time, making the whole building shake with her orgasms. Sooner or later, she can always make him come. She’s never out of tricks, roleplays, or new moves. At ten feet tall, she insatiable. 

Now it’s gone so far that he can feel her growing against him, taller, fuller, stronger, and hornier, even as she’s forcing his cock back to life for another round. 

She’ll force him to fuck her tits as they swell around his dick, engulfing more and more of him, and she’ll cry out for him to grab her nipples, thick enough to fit in his palms as he stretches out his arms further to keep ahold, and the whole time she’ll beg him to come for her, to make her grow bigger.

Other times, she’ll bend low and get him up on to a high piece of furniture in their new house, and he’ll plump up her ass, pounding between the cheeks while she challenges him to fuck her harder. 

She’s shown him some great things. Once, she managed to make him ejaculate just by moving her pussy muscles over his dick. Her favourite though, has always sucking him off. That’s what makes her bigger all over, causing her to stretch as she licks up and swallows his jism, enlarging with every load she drinks, much like her appetite. His giantess is so good that she can continue blowing him after he comes and get another load within minutes, though she’s always aiming to break her record.

He has had a secret too, for longer than she’s had hers. He has wanted this.

Some days she’ll want to be seduced. There’s not a shadow of a doubt that his amazon of a girlfriend is still just a lady, albeit an absurdly endowed giant one. They’ll have wine, eat the dinner she cooked, and she’ll listen to his jokes, and they’ll make love. She’ll cry out that she loves him, unable to stop herself admitting that she is as much his slave as he is hers.

She eyed you, lightly swaying her hips from side to side enticingly, knowing she wouldn’t have long to wait before your dick was ready again, and you could fuck her again to make her ass even bigger. All she had to do was-- her legs spreading brought you back to full hardness, and she grinned, sliding her panties down to reveal the glory of her gigantic heinie. She gripped the edge of the sink, and spread those vast cheeks, ready for you, ready for your cum - ready to grow,.

Something felt... odd, Jennifer mused to herself as she looked through the magazine. Still, she could not tear her eyes away from the volume - her first publishing! True, it wasn’t where she wanted to be, she thought, unaware of the uncomfortable feeling tugging at her bra straps, lightly mixed with a pleasure percolating from her chest upwards.

She was thrilled. She was coming up in the world, Jenny was a real writer now! She beamed with pride, flicking a page as her breasts expanded obscenely. All the emotion and tit was welling up, aching for release. Jennifer grinned, exulting as she came to the last paragraph and her boobs decimated the remnants of her bra, bouncing free beneath her tight shirt, searching for new rips to form. She reread a sentence, having lost focus for a second. Something... Then she lifted the magazine a little higher. The view was being blocked by her... tits.