orangeorc: “There you are!” laughed your wife, Mallory. “This things are just
orangeorc: “There you are!” laughed your wife, Mallory. “This things are just so big… and I’m so tall these days… it’s hard to see you sweetie!” She giggled, and her absurd cleavage bounced. “Butt guess what happened to me today!” “You got another promotion,” you said flatly. “Yeah! How’d you know?” she asked. “Well, it’s getting tough to keep track, but you look like you’re nine feet tall now… this morning you were eight feet tall. You seem to have one of your little growth spurts whenever you get promoted.” “You should have their faces when my chest swelled up and popped all the buttons on my dress!” she giggled. “I was already bigger than all of them… and then suddenly my head’s scraping the ceiling! I’m sorry, honey, I know you hate it, but growing just feels so good.” “You know, the doctor said it was pyschosomatic…’ you said, testily. “That whenever you ‘feel’ bigger, you start to actually get bigger!” “I can’t help feeling good…” she said, sweetly. “and if makes me grow a little bit, whatever! Hey, why are you home so early?” You sighed. You’d been dreading this. “I… kind of got fired…” you said, grudgingly. “What?” she said. “You’re… unemployed? I’m the only breadwinner? You’re… completely dependent on- ooh!” Her breasts bounced suddenly, then bulged forward, stretching the fabric of her dress. Her already huge assets bloated and grew together, blocking your view of her face. “Mallory! Don’t-” “I’m sorry!” she giggled, continuing to expand and stretch out her enormous, custom dress. “You’re just going to be home all day… totally dependent on- oh!” There was *thunk* noise as her head hit the ceiling. She was growing. “Mallory, please stop!” “You don’t really get a say, do you, little man?” she said, lowering herself onto her knees with a house-shaking thud. “I mean… I pay the bills… I put a roof over your head… I really think you should be doing with I say!” There was loud shrip noise, and Mallory groaned with pleasure as her huge breasts ballooned in size, tore her shirt open, and jiggled as they bounced you in the face and chest. You rolled onto your back. Her breasts were bigger than airbags, and still expanding. Even on her knees, she was tall enough to be pushing up against the ceiling, meaning she was at least twelve feet tall. “You’re huge! You can barely fit inside!” “Don’t worry, little man. I make enough to buy us a bigger place…” she grinned. “Working all day… growing huge… I’ve got a pretty big appetite all of a sudden… and as my little house-husband, it’s your job to keep my growing body satisfied!” “Okay! I’ll… make dinner! Yeah! You’re giant! Your probably eat even more than-” “I didn’t mean food silly!” she laughed. “I’m big and horny!” Her eyes locked on your crotch. “Get an erection, sweetie. I don’t have time for foreplay.” To your terror, your dick immediately stood up at her command. “Good boy…” she said, shuffling towards you on her giant knees. “Stay…” She pushed you over, and bent forward. Soon she was smothering you with a pair of tits as big as you were. “You feel so small!” she chortled. “That’s adorable! You might even just get crushed by your own wife’s… own… wife’s… mmm…” She sighed with pleasure as her breasts plumped on top of you, getting heavier. There was a crash as her ass grew out behind you, knocking over one of your glass display cases. “Stop doing that!” she shouted, worried she would outgrow the room. “House husbands don’t get a vote, shorty!” she said, bearing more and more of her weight down on you. “Now be quiet. The boss is horny and doesn’t like a lot of talking…” -- source link