bingdingfing: “You ever just wonder what life were like if I were…bigger?”I stopped scrolling throug
bingdingfing: “You ever just wonder what life were like if I were…bigger?”I stopped scrolling through my phone, and looked at Sarah, my wife.“What do you mean?” I said, keeping my voice neutral. She couldn’t know, could she?Sarah shrugged, and her shirt seemed to stretch taut over her chest. “I don’t know. Just like…what if I was bigger?”“You mean like…” I trailed off gestured to her breasts, which looked to be forming nice round shapes under her shirt. Was she wearing a padded bra?Sarah snorted and rolled her eyes. “Of course that’s the first thing you think of.” She made no remark of the now visibly growing mounds, pulling the buttons tight as they threatened to pop. “You’re so predictable.”“I mean, what else am I supposed to think?” I said, trying to avert my eyes from the imminent clothing disaster and failing completely.“I’m not talking about just my boobs” she chuckled, totally unbothered by how she’d just jumped half a dozen band and cupsizes. “I’m already too big for most bras anyway. I’m talking about me. All of me.”I gulped. Holy fuck. “You mean your height?”Sarah rolled her eyes and scrunched her face. It would have been cute and endearing if she hadn’t just shot up a foot in height while sitting down. She towered over me in my seat and before I could react she put her arm around my shoulders and pulled me in close.“It’s a good thing you’re cute,” my once-five-foot-two wife said into my ear. She was pressing my face into her chest and didn’t even notice how each of her breasts were twice as large as my head. “I’m talking about everything. My height, my ass, my tummy, and yeah, I guess my boobs too, perv.”I failed in her grip, but she was so strong I couldn’t even nudge her. Even with my limited vision I could feel her growing, stretching, expanding to fill the once spacious loveseat.“Aren’t you big enough already?” I asked between gasping breaths. She was growing so obviously now and yet she still didn’t seem to notice, nor did she seem to care how her clothing was morphing from loose comfortable threads to something far skimpier and scandalous with every second, as if reality were compensating for her changing size.Sarah giggled and I felt it through my whole body, the way one does when thunder rumbles. “What, you saying you wouldn’t like it if I were even bigger? Is a ten foot wife too much to handle? I know everyone stares when we go on walks but don’t tell me you don’t like staring at my ass whenever you fall behind.”Before I could answer she grew even further, and whatever I was going to say died in my throat as she physically picked me up and held me up.“Sarah!” I yelped, instinctively thrashing. “Careful!”“Sorry! Sorry!” she said, but smirking all the same. Forget ten feet, she was far beyond that. “I just can’t help it. I like picking you up, and you’re the only one who doesn’t hate it when I do.”“Somehow I doubt that,” I muttered, taking in her immensity.“It’s true, not everyone can deal with a wife with a dumpster truck ass, bean bag tits, an almost incessant need to fuck every hour…” She trailed off, smirking. Without further ado, and with impressive precision, she tugged my pants off with one pinch of her fingers. She looked at me appreciatively, biting her lip. “But you can. And it got me thinking…if you can already handle me already being so much bigger than you, how much bigger would you have me?” She really wasn’t noticing the changes. As I hung there limp in her arms, so hard and dazed by how fucking huge she was getting, she only looked at me expectantly. There was something sweet, almost cloying in the air, and it took a moment to realize it was the scent of her arousal flooding my senses.Her growth continued, slow, unabated, and I watched as our apartment changed from cozy and cramped to spacious, to virtual mansion around us, and still not stopping. Eventually even the roof disappeared and what looked like a massive private estate took shape around us, green and fresh air. There was a house with enormous proportions some distance off, and still she kept growing.I looked her straight in the eye and said, “You’re perfect just the way you are.”Sarah laughed, her voice belting out like some resonant goddess, but she didn’t stop growing. “I know you think that, babe. Not everyone can put up with a 25 foot horny woman for five minutes let alone for life, but I’m just asking, is there any point it would be kind of a pain to put up with me?”Oh god, she was so big. And still she wasn’t stopping. Soon she was switching me into a one handed grip as soft as clouds and still she grew.But still, I couldn’t lie to her. “You could never be too big for me.”Sarah’s laugh caused a rippling motion of her chest that would stop traffic. “I suppose telling a 50 foot woman ‘no’ would be tough,” she joked. “But of course, it’s not all bad for you.”“Yeah?” She had a point. Sarah was easy-going, but even I hesitated at the thought.“I mean–” without prompt or fanfare she brought me close, wind rushing past me as I came face-to-face with a mouth built for a titaness. “–I don’t think you’ve ever complained about a little extra attention.”Her breath washed over me. Warm, intoxicating. Before I could respond her tongue poked out and ignoring my reflexive kicks with almost pitiful ease, she pressed me to her pillowy lips.“Fuck!” I bucked my hips almost instinctively. I was pressed against her enormous mouth. “Fuck, Sarah. I–”There are stars behind my eyes, and I can feel her still growing larger. Bigger and bigger with every second, and all sound falls away as her face grows beyond my comprehension.She lets me go and I lean into her bottom lip. She released a throaty chuckle that has me weak-kneed from proximity and adoration. “Nothing but the best for you, babe. Have to make up for all the inconveniences being married to the world’s only giantess brings.” She was being sarcastic, obviously. “Don’t know what I was thinking, asking that question. I’m already huge. I can’t imagine being even bigger.”I closed my eyes and rolled my face against her lip, painfully aware of my erection. Because even if she couldn’t imagine being bigger…I could. -- source link