orangeorc: exxxoticwomen: Beauty of booty “I’m so glad you’re done playing with al
orangeorc: exxxoticwomen: Beauty of booty “I’m so glad you’re done playing with all those old books…” said your wife, Talia. “Cauldrons and crystal balls are fun and all… but seriously, you’re too old to take all this Harry Potter nonsense seriously!” “Yeah, I uh… didn’t need it anymore. I, uh, got I was looking for…” You were staring fixatedly at perfect, round posterior. Last night, as you’d cast your spell, she’d been decidedly lean. But as the night progressed and your spell took effect, she’d grown steadily more… curvaceous. One area in particular. “So, honey… have you noticed anything… weird this morning?” you asked, innocently. “Like what?” “Like… I don’t know… chairs being smaller, maybe? Pants being tighter?” “No,” she said, flatly. “Just ignore me, I’m insane!” you said, with an awkward laugh. Talia shrugged, and reached for a glass on the top shelf. “Hrrrfff!” she said, standing on her tip toes and reaching up for it. You were so distracted by her recently enhanced backside it didn’t occur to you to offer to help. “Hey!” she said, flouncing beautifully as she tried to reach up for it. “Little help?” “I’m sorry!” you said, getting up carefully as tucking your erection under your waistband. “ I was just-“ “C’mmmon!” said Talia, and as she grunted, her clothing started to tighten. You froze, slack jawed. Her arm, her legs, her whole body stretched several inches, lifting her hand closer to the glass. As her whole body grew longer and taller, each inch of vertical growth was matched by at least two inches of addition horizontal growth. Her body grew thicker. Her pants rode up her calves. Her top shrank and tightened across her back. The fabric of her pants tightened as her thighs grew at least three or four inches wider. Her hips flared out, growing more than anything else, nearly five of six inches wider. Her ass bubbled and inflated, bigger and rounder, jiggling slightly as it swelled to plumper, perkier version of itself. “Oh, nevermind! I can reach after all!” said Talida, grabbing the cup like she’d had just grown taller right in front of you. “Sorry, don’t know why it took me a moment!” Talia hummed perkily as she finished making her shake and started to drink it down. “Baby?” “Mmm-hmm?” “Did you feel anything… weird just now? Did you feel strange… or… like, suddenly tall?” “No… I feel, uh… 5’7”. Same as I’ve always been.” She’d been 5’4” when she got up this morning. “The spell was still be resolving itself… dammit, did I need to set a cap or something?” “What are you saying to yourself?” asked Talia, innocently, fixing a second shake. “Nothing! Nothing!” you said, as she blended and drank a second breakfast shake. “Do you usually drink two of those?” “Oh, not it’s usually just the one. I’m really hungry today, though!” she said, polishing off the final sip, and then starting to make a third shake. “Really hungry.” You hadn’t been sure for the first shake, but this time you were looking for it. As she slowly glugged it back, her butt got subtly wider and plumped with every individual gulp. You could seed the individual fabrics getting stretched and warped as her pants grew tighter… and tighter… By her sixth shake, they were practically shorter. The way her pants legs were practically up to her knees implied it wasn’t just her ass growing. “Honey, we’re out of fruit and yogurt,” she said, turning around casually and walking to the fridge. “Dammit, what else is there to eat?” Her tits had been ballooning as well, stretching her to the absolute limit. She was, at the smallest, an E or an F cup now. Her top was so tight it was see-through. It wasn’t until she reminded you that “her eyes were up here” that you even noticed she was taller than you suddenly. “Talia… whoa…” you said, as sauntered towards you, hips swinging on way and then the other in a goddess-worthy arc. “How… how tall are you?” Talia thought for a second. “6’1”, same as always,” she said, like it was a strange question. “So… big…” you said, as she drew close and put her hands on your shoulders. “Yep. I’m still your ‘favorite amazon…’ just like in your vows,” she said, sweetly. “Our… vows?” you said. In your vows, you’d called her your ‘favorite pixie…’ You turned and looked at you wedding photo on the wall. In the photo she had the same dress, but it barely went a fraction of the way down her thick, curvaceous, and incredibly long thighs. She had the same heels on, jacking her up even taller. The huge, heavenly mountain of flesh that was her posterior bulged out behind her, stretching her dress so extremely part of it wasn’t in the frame anymore. In the picture you remembered, she was resting her head against your chest. In the picture you saw, you head was parallel to her cleavage. You kept staring at the picture, noticing all the deviations and differences… then, the picture itself started to change as you watched. Her long legs grew longer. Her big butt big bigger and bigger… less and less of it could fit in the frame. Her head rose upwards, slowly sliding out of the frame. Her breasts ballooned, slowly pushing your head back and back, practically out of the photo. Your stare was interrupted to something warm and soft pushing into your actual face. Turning around, you saw her tits bounce and jiggle as the bulged over the top and bottom of her bra, stretching it practically to the breaking point. The bra snapped, as with seismic jiggling, her boobs bounced free, so close to your face they seemed ready to knock you over. Her pants were stretched so tight they looked like transparent boxer-briefs more than pants. She giggled down at you, more than seven feet tall and still growing. Your hands were resting on her hips, though. Her hips kept getting wider and wider… they were wider than your shoulders, and still growing. The fabric of her pants finally ripped and burst, and she was naked. The kitchen table creaked, as her butt kept growing behind her, and started to push it aside. “You don’t have to be at work too early, I hope…” she said, brushing the top your head. “I really, really wanted a little… extra attention today…” “Sure…” you said, trying not to panic in a way that would blow this. “I can call in… later…” “That’s so good to hear…” she said. To your delight, she turned around, slowly, and started to bend forward. It was even bigger than you’d expected. You should’ve stepped back, but instead, you just let her new, round bigness slowly push back against you. Her ass was at least twice as wide as your shoulders, and you could feel it still growing and widening, inch by inch. You dropped your pants, and was surprised by how loud her voice was when you slipped into her. The force of her round backside shifting and smacking back into your pelvis and stomach nearly floored you. To just the sight of all that meat rolling towards you and back like waves on the ocean made you more excited than ever. Her constantly growing butt was too wide to even grab. She’d seized the table, but it had broken under the weight of her arms and constantly expanding breasts. Your leaned and pressed your hands into the those big, soft, mountains of butt, even as their constant growth slowly slid you back, across the room, and flat against the far wall. “Don’t stop!” she said, her head growing towards the other wall. “That feels… so… good!” She kept growing, with twin mountains of flesh growing against you like giant, soft weather balloons. They blew up, bigger and fatter, until you couldn’t see her back over them. Her thighs and hips started pushing against the side wall, crushing the fridge and other furniture. Her voice sounded huge, monstrous and distorted, as her ass and thighs and entire body outgrew the room she was packed into. “MORE!” she bellowed, bucking her weight back against you, cracking the wall and probably a few of your ribs. “I… WANT… MORE!” You were certain you’d come at least once or twice, and suddenly came too, releasing a bestial bellow of pleasure as her ass grew too big for the house to contain it. The tide of ass blew down the wall, the room, the wing of the house, and then entire house. Exhausted, dehydrated, and maybe paralyzed, you caught your breath in the rubble, as two huge mountains of Talia’s butt grew fatter and rounder, huge like two hills growing up in the middle of the neighborhood. Talia found her footing and stood up, more than a hundred feet tall and still growing. Her body was immensely, almost implausibly pear-shaped and bottom heavy. She was so thick that her hips were nearly as wide as she was tall. “Well, that was a great way to start the day!” she said, stretching her giant body and dusting the rubble of her giant shelf of a bosom like nothing was amiss. Your lungs hurt when you talked, so you just gave Talia a thumbs off. “You sleep in!” she said, looking downtown. “I’m actually still sorta hungry… gonna grab something to eat… diet starts tomorrow, I guess!” She blew you a huge kiss. She crushed cars and houses indifferently as she strutted downtown. Each step, she grew that much bigger, and the swelling mountains behind her bounced and shook like a planet of jello. By the tide she finally made it downtown, her ass was too wide to fit between the buildings… her shaking ass started to tear down buildings. “If I can still walk…” you said to yourself absent-mindedly, “I should look for a nice spell to heal with…” Shrinking Talia or her butt in any way, shape, or form was naturally out of the question. If anything… you might try the spell again, and make your wife’s ass even bigger… -- source link