orangeorc:The back door of the mansion swung open, and the Mistress ducked under the seven-foot door
orangeorc:The back door of the mansion swung open, and the Mistress ducked under the seven-foot door frame. The attendants, servants, and groundskeepers all suppressed their shock as she straightened her back to her full, towering height of ten feet tall. She had grown nearly a foot since yesterday, too large for any clothing except for a toga she had wrapper around her waist like a skirt.Her breasts were nearly as big as people, and they were clearly so heavy she had to hold them up with her arms. Her recent inability to stand up straight indoors had clearly put her in a sour mood; she stomped over to Carl, her nearest assistant. “These are heavier again,” she said, obviously referring to her overlarge breasts. “I need some kind of top that will support them, yesterday.”“We spent all of yesterday working on a top that would hold you up yesterday!” stammered Carl. “It… it wouldn’t fit you anymore! You’re too big for it now!”“You should have been building it with that in mind,” grumbled the Mistress.“We did!” said Carl. “But you went and grew a foot taller! You’re breasts are almost 50% heavier after one day!”“Carl…”“You’re growing faster and faster! You’re too big for you own house, you’re too big for any clothes we could possibly design… you have to stop this treatment immediately, or before you know it your giant ass won’t even fit on your own property, and so then you’ll be downtown, knocking over buildings with your fucking monster tits, and- hurk!”The Mistress had picked up Carl by the collar. He squirmed and writhed as he dangled five feet off the ground, and his mistress scowled at him. “Don’t… ever… tell me to stop growing,” she growled. “Yes… of course… I’m so sorry… I’ll-”The Mistress threw him at the nearest wall. Carl crumpled against it, fell to the ground and did not get back up.The Mistress didn’t look. “Dan!” she said, in a huge, booming voice.Her second assistant came running.“So sorry about Carl…” he said, quavering in place. “Don’t worry. He was actually right about one thing… I probably am growing to quickly for clothes at this point.”As if on cue, a deep rumbling noise came from deep in the Mistress’ stomach. Dan’s jaw dropped as his immense employer rose slowly, growing taller by inches.Her already huge breasts bulged and swelled, like they were actively trying to outgrow her arms ability to hold them up. The toga around her waist snapped off of her. She was too thick for it. Her body heaved with a few huge breaths, and she inspected herself.“Dan… would you say I’ve reached 11 feet tall?” she said, in a deeper, bigger voice than before.“At least…” said Dan in a frightened voice. If she fell forward, either tit would easily flatten him. “Good. Although I’m definitely too big to go back indoors… start having the kitchen staff set up an outdoor dining facility for me on the lawn. And whatever they were planning on cooking for me, tell them to triple it. I will be incredibly hungry after my morning swim. Is that understood?”“Yes, Mistress. Anything you want.”She grunted in acknowledgement , then turned and lumbered towards the pool, and jumped in. Dan, and everyone else near to pool, braced as her huge body soaked them all by producing an immense splash that looked like it drained half the pool.Dan got to work, but ordered the kitchen staff to produce six times the planned meal. If Dan wasn’t mistaken, the Mistress would be bigger than even she was expecting to be by the time she started eating. And if the Mistress was still hungry after her latest spurt… her good mood from the morning wouldn’t last much longer. -- source link