orangeorc:You were hypnotized by the shifting, zig-zagging shapes on her leggings. “That&rsq
orangeorc: You were hypnotized by the shifting, zig-zagging shapes on her leggings. “That’s awesome!” you told your date. “What is?” “Those leggings… the pattern makes it look like your ass is getting bigger!” “Yes. The leggings,” she said stoically. Her stomach growled. “I am anxious for you to buy me several large meals, and then have sex.” “Oh! Uh, definitely. Sounds great.” You started walking towards the restaurant together. “Huh. Did you put on the heels in the car?” you asked. “I did not. Why do you ask?” “It’s just… I could’ve sworn you were sworn you were shorter than me.” “You miscalculated. I am very large, and wish to grow larger. Food will accomplish this.” Her stomach growled again. “Feed me well, and you shall be rewarded with sex. Interfere with my growing, and I shall crush you.” “Uh…” You entered the restaurant together, but she didn’t wait to be seated. She just pushed towards the kitchen, grabbed someone else’s plated food, and shoveled it all in. As soon as she gulped it in, her pants started to make tearing noises. “Produce as much food as you can. My hunger is vast,” she warned the kitchen staff. She lifted a huge, boiling pot of soup off the burner. Oblivious to the scalding heat. She tilted it back back and took great, sucking sips. With every glug, she seemed to grow an in or so taller, and her hips seemed to flare out an inch or so wider. Every micro-spurt was accompanied by the sound of the fabric stretching tighter and tighter. By the time the pot was gone, she had grown over a foot- she was closer to six feet tall then seven, and looked like she weighed over 250 lbs- most of it ass. She belched loudly. “More!” she demanded. The staff lept to work, all of them instantly certain it was easiest to just start obeying now. You helped- you knew it was for the best- conducting the finished or mostly finished raw food to your date’s gaping maw. “I never caught your name,” you said, presenting a plate or Cornish game hens to her. “Irrelevant,” she said, tilting the plates back and rolling all the hens into her mouth. She grew to eight feet tall and burst out of all of her clothes. “More,” she said flatly. “Must grow bigger.” You considered making a break for it… but her hips were so wide now she was kind of blocking the best possible exit. She finished off every cheese brick or loaf of bread like they were graham crackers. Her widening body began to displace tables, and her head reached the ceiling. “I am too big to stand inside. This is an improvement, but I wish to grow significantly bigger before sex.” You couldn’t fault her honesty. Besides, this wasn’t the weirdest craigslist date you’d been on. -- source link