orangeorc: Jasmine put both straws to her mouth, and started draining both glasses without hesitatin
orangeorc: Jasmine put both straws to her mouth, and started draining both glasses without hesitating. As she slurped, it looked like her already ample cleavage started bulging… it subtly popped out her top, and as she grew you heard the fabric of her shirt tightening, pulling and stretching taut… The top of her zipper crept down every so subtly as her breasts swelled against it. Jasmine put down both empty glasses, and belched. You could see the fabric of her top pulling tight and the bulge of her tits distorting the lines of the fabric. “Did you just… drink both of those? Are you hypoglycemic or something?” you asked. Jasmine held up a finger for you to wait a second while she signaled the waiter. The waiter immediately noticed her heaving, over-packed cleavage and gave Jasmine her full attention. “Can I get two more drinks, please? And two baskets of whatever appetizer you can get ready the fastest? And also two entrees?” The waiter pulled his eyes off her cleavage just long enough to nod, then stumbled toward the kitchen. While you waited, Jasmine reached across the table and grabbed your drink. “Sorry! I know I’m eating and drinking a lot. I’m growing, you see.” She started slurping down your drink down. “You’re… growing?” “Mmm-hmm! I went to the doctor recently- because of my appetite, and the way my clothes started to shrink? Turns out I’m a giantess, and I’m 21- that’s when giants hit their third, tertiary growth spurt.” She finished your drink, and covered her mouth as she gave a tiny burp. Her chest heaved, and her clothes creaked as she expanded inside of them. Her boobs had grown so big she had as much titflesh bulging out her top and she did still packed inside of it. Her sleeves rode up another inch or so towards her elbows. She gave a little shimmy, and seemed to sit just and inch or two taller in her seat. “You’re… a giantess?” “Mmm-hmm! I’m still people-sized, but I’m going to be much bigger when I’m done growing!” “Giantesses… are real?” “Duh. The doctor said so, dummy! And you just saw me grow bigger, dummy! And look at these!” She gestured towards her chest and she thrust it towards you. Her shirted creaked, and zipper scooched down a little lower, but it was a miracle her top didn’t explode. “My boobs are huge! Like, these are big, fat stripper tits… but they’re natural! And I’m still growing! Oh, my food’s here!” Jasmine thanked the waiter in a tittering, girlish voice as he piled the food out in front of her. It was a miracle he didn’t spill anything, his eyes were so fixated on her tits. “Thank you so much! I’m going to eat all this food, and I’m going to use it grow bigger!” She giggled and started messily eating her bowl of nachos. Cheese dripped on her expanding cleavage. She slucked down one of the drinks, belched slightly, and looked down her top to admire the way she was expanding again. “I’m growing again! See? I’m almost too big for this top! Hang on! I’m gonna… rip it!” She took a deep breath, and her rising chest pushed the threads of the shirt apart. Her top burst, and her huge breasts bulged free- even bigger than you thought, because they’d been back in tight. Jasmine giggled as head rose higher, while she grew taller in her seat. Her immense, basketball-sized puffed and grew big enough to displace some of her food, smooshing the empty nacho bowl against the table. “Jasmine! You’re… too big for your clothes!” “Not my clothes! Just my top!” There was a tearing noise, as Jasmine was lifted up an inch or two higher. “Okay, my butt and thighs just ripped out of my pants. Now I’m too big for my clothes!” “We’re in public!” “Waiter? I ate too much, so my tits and my ass grew too big for my itty, bitty widdle clothes!” said Jasmine, in a pouty little-girl voice, pushing her monster melons together. Without saying a word the waiter left. He came back a moment later with a tray in each hand, and three more waiters behind him. They all began setting a buffet of heaping trays of food in front of Jasmine. “Wha? For me?” she said, batting her eyes innocently. “But… I’m already so big! And if eat all this food, I’ll get even bigger!” “EAT,” said the Waiter, in a surprisingly severe tone of voice. “GROW.” “Thank you! I will!” squeaked Jasmine, shoveling in more food, and sucking down a pitcher of iced tea. “I’ll eat all of this! I’m going to grow enormous!” She would shovel food into her mouth for several moments, then pause to admire herself as she grew larger and swelled wider. She giggled maniacally as she rose up six inches higher than you her in chair. She’d been a few inches taller than five feet when you sat down together, but now she had to be almost a food taller than you. “Hey, you got shorter!” teased, looking down at you. “But that’s okay… I think it’s cute when guys are shorter than me!” She grew again, rising three inches higher. Her breasts ballooned out in front of her, taking up more space on the table in front of her and making a mess as they knocked over bowls and glasses. “It’s getting hard to see the table… or eat with these giant boobs in the way!” Jasmine giggled. The chair under her creaked and groaned. “Excuse me, my giant hips and ass are growing much too big for this little chair! Can you slide an extra chair under this side? And on this side? I’m really big and heavy!” The waiters slid extra chairs under her. “Thank you!” she squeaked, even as she grew bigger. Even though she was sitting, she had grown so big she was nearly eye-level with her favorite waiters. She pulled the nearest waiter in close for a quick kiss, then shoved him away and winked. She was so much stronger than she realized, the waiter flew back several feet. But he didn’t seem to mind. “More food!” she squealed. “I am a growing giantess, and if I want to keep getting bigger I need… more… food!” She punctuated each word by growing a foot taller. You saw something next to you and realized her giant leg had grown under the table, and was now growing past you and stretching across the room. You turned her and saw her other leg on the other side of you. “Jasmine… you’re gigantic! Isn’t this… weird?” “I guess…” she said, indifferently. “But… I always wanted to be bigger… seriously! I wanted to grow big… and busty… and giant! So when the doctor gave me a shot and told me I’d secretly been a giantess all along… it just felt right!” The three chairs spread out under her giant ass broke, and she laughed as she fell to the floor and shook the whole restaurant with her immense weight. Sitting down on her butt, she was still taller than you were as you shot to your feet. “Think fast, tiny!” she laughed, as her breasts grew bigger and heavier… bigger that bean bag chairs, bigger than you… they smashed the table under their huge weight, and swelled into her lap, growing towards you. “Fee… fi… fo… fum! I wonder if I’ll grow big enough to pick people up… and swallow them whole! Man, I sure hope so!” She smiled, looking around to make sure everyone in the restaurant was suitably awestruck as they stared at her. “Hi everyone! My name’s Jasmine! In case you didn’t notice, I’m growing!” She grabbed the nearest diner in one hand, and lifted him up until his face was inches from hers. His little legs kicked beneath him. “But I can’t keep growing if nobody feeds me, dummy!” She threw him towards the kitchen, and the diners who hadn’t already snuck off ran to the kitchen, desperate to obey Jasmine’s order for food. “Good puny people! Feed Jasmine! Make Jasmine nice and big!” said Jasmine between mouthful, as she leaned back so people could pour food into her giant gaping mouth. “You’re doing it! Look! Look at me grow!” Jasmine’s mountainous breast inflated and bulged and like weather balloons on her chest. Her legs thickened and stretched across the restaurant, pushing into the far wall. Her hips widened. Her big, curvy body knocked over tables and chairs. “More! More!” squealed Jasmine, as desperate normies tried to feed her expanding appetite. “I… wanna… get… bigger!” You heard the building groaning as her body grew too big for it to contain. Soft, supple Jasmine-flesh bulged in all directions. The building shook with her cackling laugh as she ran out of it. You watched as her giant legs exploded out the front, her tits burst out the roof, and the whole building collapsed as she sat up. “Much better! I’m bigger already!” she laughed, brushing away debris and crushed waiters. She was over a hundred feet tall as she struggled to her feet. “Look at me!” she boomed. “I’m a goddess! This is much better than before… and I think… I might grow even bigger!” She bent forward, and grabbed the nearest gawking onlooker. “Hi! I’m Jasmine! I’m a giantess, but I’m new… I only grew this big a couple minutes ago!” she said, smiling at the tiny, thrashing man. “I thought I should let you know this is my first time… don’t judge me if I don’t know what I’m doing!” Jasmine popped her victim into her mouth, and swallowed him whole. “Aaahhh!” she said, patting her tummy. “I think I did that right! I don’t know! I’m so new at this… wait! Something’s happening!” Her huge body trembled strangely. Jasmine looked down in excitement. “I think… I think… I’m going up!” she squealed, right before she rocketed up another fifty feet. “It worked! I’m even bigger now!” she said, in a high-pitched squealed that echoed through the entire city. She waggled her fingers and someone in the window of the nearest building. “Hi, cuties! I’m a giant… I’m going to eat you!” she said, smashing her hand into the building and grinning at the people she yanked out. “I’m gonna eat all of you!” She shoved her latest victims into her mouth, and giggled as she rose up bigger and taller. You watched in terror as the “sweet” you’d asked out last night grew bigger and bigger by eating people and decided to watch her onslaught over your shoulder as you ran for it. Jasmine was more than 500 feet tall, with no indication she was ready to stop growing. “I’m taller than all the buildings!” she laughed. “My boobs are as big as a parking garage… each! If I just swing them like this-“ She shimmied, and knocked over a building on one side of the street, and then the other. “I can bring down skyscrapers! And once I’m even bigger…” She ripped off the top half of another skyscraper, and shook it over her mouth, shaking the candy-sized residents into her mouth. “BIGGER!” she boomed, guffawing wickedly as she rose up towards the clouds. “BIGGER… AND BIGGER! DON’T LET ME EVER STOP!” *** Several hours later, as you joined the march of refugees, you remembered Jasmine had asked you to hold her phone right before she started eating. She grown as big as a mountain range, crushed your hometown with her boobs, and then fallen asleep. She’d grown a bit after that, and had finally stabilized when she was about as big as a curvy mountain range. On a hunch, you called the last number on her phone. “Are you Jasmine’s doctor?” you asked. “Yes, this is Doctor Engorgio,” said a frank voice on the other end. “How big is she?” “Fell asleep after growing big as a mountain,” you said, also frank. “I’m guessing we can thank your little shot?” “Yep.” “How do you pick these women?” “You know, I only enlarge women who give me a certain, special feeling. I think I’m just good at guessing which women would really, really enjoy being giant sadistic monsters.” “Or maybe there’s just a lot of women like that, and you just keep getting lucky.” “I’d never thought of that. Say, what city were you heading to next?” “Denver,” you said, before realizing you probably should have just lied. “Denver… all right. I’ll find a lady to enlarge in Denver next. Thanks!” Dr. Engorgio hung up, and you sighed as you kept marching down the road. Even though you knew Denver was about to be destroyed the same way… you wanted to see that badly enough that you decided to keep heading there anyway. Even though you could very well end up crushed under the next giant woman’s giant boobs or ass… Forget what’s wrong with Jasmine or all these women… you, the doctor, and bunch of other weirdos were into letting it happen, over and over again. What the hell was wrong with all of you? -- source link