stewybooks: “Oh no…” I thought, closing the door behind me. “She’s do
stewybooks: “Oh no…” I thought, closing the door behind me. “She’s doing it again.” I realized. The woman my parents had hired to watch after me over the summer was eating again. Ever since she had gotten back from the hospital two weeks ago, she had an insatiable apetite. She never stopped eating. *Om nom nom* I heard the sounds of a wet mouth chewing and devouring food aggressively. “Hi Rosita!” I greeted her just after the door closed behind me. She didn’t even acknowledge me. Some caretaker she was. All she ever cared about was food now. And every time she ate… every time she ate… I didn’t even want to say it. Somehow, she was getting bigger, and not just bigger, but curvier. Her ass, legs, and curves had already gotten so incredible. I feared what would happen if she kept eating like she was. Why did it only keep going to her hips? It wasn’t natural. At the start, she had been so professional, now she walked around like she owned the place. She was wearing next to nothing. She just sat on the bed in her lingerie, wolfing down a whole pizza herself. “Hrmmm, Rosita, maybe you shouldn’t eat so much?” I offered meekly. Finally her head turned abruptly, and her eyes locked onto mine, full of anger. “Shutup you little twirp.” she spoke condescendingly. “I’ll eat whatever I want. I’m hungry!” she told me. Every time she called me little it stung. She knew I couldn’t help it. Even though I was 18, I had stopped growing at 3 and a half feet tall a very long time ago (106 cm). The doctors told me it was some sort of incurable physical condition. Rosita had only been 4'6" (137 cm) when she started working in my house.Now she was already 5'5" (165 cm), and getting bigger every day. I knew it was the food. I was starting to get really intimidated by her size. Watching her grow bigger and more beautiful was terrifying in itself, but what scared me more than anything were the changes in her demeanor. Her behavior had changed so much in the past two weeks, she was like a completely different person. She was far angrier, more aggressive, and less caring about me. It seemed to get worse every day now. “Alright, but do you have to wear so little around the house?” I offered meekly. Immediately, she threw her slice of pizza down onto the box sitting on the bed. She stood up with a fire in her eyes and came storming over to me. “Oh shit! Oh shit!” I thought to myself, instantly dropping my bag and backing up as she rapidly grew closer and closer. *Thump* the sound of a body pressing against wood. Before I knew it, my back was against the door. “Sounds like someone needs to learn their place in this household!” Rosita barked at me, pressing her body against me, sandwiching me hard against the door. My face was turned to the left, smothered against her abdomen and chest. My arms were flailing and struggling as I attempted to push her off. Every time I thrust against her, she just pushed back into the door even harder. *Bam* I felt my body bang into the door behind me. I felt her newly grown, large, muscular, shapely legs pressing into my legs and groin. “Rosuurrrrdddaaa! MRrrprpphmmmpphhh!” I whined, my voice being muffled by the flesh of her incredible body. Rosita laughed condescendingly, like a lion amused by a small pathetic mouse. She was enjoying this too much for it to be natural or healthy. She was deriving some sort of sadistic pleasure from it. “Let’s get one thing straight. We both know you don’t mind what I’m wearing. Do you little man?” she spoke so harshly, emphasizing every word with anger and power. Still trying to push her off, and still failing, I felt the inevitable growth between my legs. Her beautiful thighs were rubbing up against me so much, and pressing into me, I couldn’t help it at all. “I can feel that little worm of yours growing between your legs. You like this don’t you?” she insisted, pressing into me even harder. *Thump* my body squished against the door. “NOoooOoooOoo!” I whined. She only laughed out loud. “You don’t mind that I’m eating. You don’t mind that I’m getting bigger. And you don’t mind what I’m wearing. DO YOU LITTLE RUNT?!?!” she yelled, pressing me even harder. Before I could answer, she started rubbing against me suggestively, thrusting her thigh into my crotch with a steady rhythm. My thoughts and brainpower was completely thwarted and muddled by the stimulation. It felt like I couldn’t even answer. Only whine and groan. *Mrrrmmpphhhhhh* I whined into the flesh of the body that was smothering me. “Yeah, you like that you worthless little shit. Don’t you?” she told me, her thigh pressing into me even faster. She was so, damn, aggressive. I shouldn’t have said anything. I should have just let her eat. I was regretting this so much. “And if you ever even dream of telling your parents about this…” “I…” *thrust* “will…” *ThrusT* “Crush…” *THruST* “you!!!” *THRUST* I moaned and cried so loudly as I couldn’t hold back. I felt myself leaking and squirting in my pants against her relentless thigh that was humping and pumping into me. Rosita laughed and laughed and laughed. Laughing and laughing and laughing at how pathetic I was, and how easy it was for her. She just continued and continued to smother me and thrust her sexy thigh against me until she was sure that I was completely spent. Then she backed away. My back slid down the door and I fell to the floor, drenched in my own filth. “That is the most pathetic thing I’ve ever seen.” she laughed, turning away and walking towards the bed. Her incredibly big and shapely ass wobbled and shook in the most perfect way in her lingerie as she went back to the bed. *Om nom nom* more eating *Om nom nom* more eating… -- source link