Is This Your Idea Of A Joke?

“Is this your idea of a joke?”

She brandished the bottle.

“Well, if it is, joke’s on you.” she smiled

“Because I like it.”

your eyes widened as she tipped the remaining contents down her throat

this wasn’t supposed to happen. a few sips would make her grow, doubling, eve tripling the size of her breasts, but a full bottle! Even so much tit couldn’t handle all that.

you heard her laugh, triumph infused with the intoxication of power as inch by inch her head began to rise higher and higher into the air. her boobs were enormous rushing out in every direction, shredding her patheticly inadequate top. but even those monsters couldn’t handle all that. While they were growing faster than the rest of her, the serum was spreading through her whole body, pushing it to and beyond its limits. She wasn’t merely growing taller, she was growing bigger. While her legs lengthened, her hips widened, and her thighs thickened alarmingly. You took a a step back as she hit the seven foot mark.

“So, what do you think now, huh?”

Her top, strained to its limit, catapulted away, to reveal her vast jiggling cleavage. You couldn’t speak, but her grin widened at the popping of your eyes.

“Am I big enough for you?”

She was closer now, though she hadn’t taken a single step. She moved back a  little now, her smooth towering rubensesque legs moving silkily, the muscle tracing a line to her plumping tush, now drifting towards the height of your chest. Now she could look down at you over the gargantuan plateau of swelling tit.

She winked, gazing down at you through her long lashes., and blew a kiss, even as with it came the enticing sound of her shorts ripping away

She was truly breathtaking. All thoughts of regret sputtered to nothing beneath the strain of your hard on.

Still think I might need another one? she cooed i mock innocence

The other guests had long since run. You were paralysed before the 12 foot goddess, fear crushed beneath rapt desire..

Holy shit she wa more than twice your height, and still growing. She bulged, stretched, boomed, and burgeoned,.Her pink  panties put up a valiant fight to contain her hips, now wider than your arms could encircle. They whipped past you, and you caught her scent, hungry and wanton. Your knees shook, along with the ground as the girl , now more than hour times your height, approached.

“Hey, big boy, I think I can see one hidden, there in your pants. Mind if I take a sip?” her confidence was ludicrous, but you almost came right then, only help back by your eagerness to please her.

You were in the air before you knew it, your hips moving towards her wide open lips.  Your pants were merely an after thought before you were enveloped in worshipping bliss. You stood atop her massive breasts, each bigger than your body. Her hands pressed you deeply towards her mouth. ,After several long sucks, she asked where you kept the rest of the growth formula. You would tell her, of course, once you found the ability to speak once more.

All the free drinks you could get at a pool party? What could go wrong? Nothing, as far as Mrs Macauber was concerned. So she’d gone up a couple of cup sizes during the course of the event. Alright, more than a couple, or a few. A lot. But, you know, no good party was without a fun surprise or two (or several)! The sun was hot as she lay in the deck chair. She relaxed, getting better acquainted with her daughter’s friends, some sweet boys from her science class, who all seemed very eager to share a drink with her. She took another sip, and her third replacement bikini let out a creak of protest. A handsome youth topped up her glass almost immediately, smiling. She could swear it was getting better with every taste!

That’s the only word she can think, as she spirals out of control. She’s totally lost to the pleasure now, growing for eternity in one unending orgasm. We can only hope that our calculations as to the speed of red shift  are woefully underestimated.

She had finally bought it. ;The Crows’, the little alley bar off the high street, was now hers. After seven years!

Dawn remembered the hell she’d gone through to get it, but it was all worth it now. Soon enough, she thought, as she took down a freshly polished glass, she’d be living the dream.

Dawn had always wanted to run a pub. Ever since she was young - maybe it was too much East Enders, who knows? She’d always looked on at barmaids in envy, and now she was to join their ranks, and excel.

She picked up a bottle of golden alcohol, the label faded. It was common practice in this area, she had read in a book, for the previous owner to leave a little something for the new buyer, and she intended to fully enjoy this.

She sipped at the honey liquid, enjoying every drop, relishing the gilded sweetness. Before she knew, she had poured herself another glass, and before long the bottle was empty. Dawn felt giddy with a tingling sensation, and giggled as she felt her tights begin to tickle.

Breathing heavily in a careless grin, Dawn attempted to pierce her double vision enough to read some of the leftover script on the back of the bottle. Dawn adjusted her position, lowering her head as her torso gently rose on the chair. She craned forward, and her ass jutted out voluminously.behind her. Oblivious, she ran a finger over the old paper, her thighs thickening delicious and plump, and she wiggled, adjusting to her widening hips. 

A dim burning sensation was rising below the pit of her stomach. Dawn felt a strong craving for... something. Her hips continued to widen, and her rump to expand meatily, filling out firm and smooth, swallowing up her clothes as she grew bigger still. Her other hand trailed down to begin stroking an enlarging haunch. The ferventness of her rubbing increased with her size, and as inch after inch crept across her frame, so her fingers edged towards the tightening camel toe in her now ludicrously small outfit.

Dawn’s digits had no problem slipping between the gaping hole in her tights, and as she rubbed up and down it seemed that she knew that it would only be so long before the rest gave way too. Ass spilling out over the sides of the stool, she decided she simply had to call the previous owner about the delicious stuff. 

Though she would have no luck with that, Dawn would find that, for some reason, she was now getting an inordinate amount of tips, which was just as well because she needed to buy so many new clothes. It was odd, but she couldn’t remember outgrowing any of them, but at least she had something to pay for her outfits

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

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

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.