orangeorc: You unwrapped your Christmas gift from your girlfriend, Shelly. “Surprise!&rd
orangeorc: You unwrapped your Christmas gift from your girlfriend, Shelly. “Surprise!” she said. “What the heck is… oh my god!” It was a homemade plastic prop that resembled a remote control, but the buttons were strange. It had five pairs of up and down arrow buttons. Each pair was labeled: “Height,” “Breast Size,” “Ass Size,” “Weight,” and “Libido.” “Is this…” you asked, already laughing. “Is this a growth fetish remote control?” “Merry Christmas, pervert!” she laughed. “This is hilarious!” you said, getting role-play ideas. “We should play with this later! We can pretend it really works.” “Sure, I’ll pretend to grow and everything!” she said, nodding. “But later. I’m not really feeling sex right now.” “That’s fine,” you said, pushing down on “Breast +” out of curiosity. Shelly’s breasts immediately plumped a full size larger, from B’s to C’s. Your jaw dropped. Shelly didn’t seem to notice. “Yes, we can pretend it really makes my boobs bigger,” she said. “Later.” “It just… did you see…” you asked. “Did you rig up you bra or something?” “No…” she said, looking down at her chest. “Why? Are they different? They feel the same as they did a moment ago.” She grabbed her breasts, searching for something out of the ordinary. You hit the “Breast +” button again. Her breasts expanded in her hands. “Are you… seeing or feeling your breasts getting bigger!?” you said. She looked up at you and furrowed a brow. “Are we… role-playing down?” she asked, confused. There was still some chance she was fucking with you. “Do me a favor? Take off your shirt.” “Fine. If you really want to roleplay right away I can phone it-” “Don’t role-play! Just… take it off!” She tugged off her shirt and threw her bra on the floor. You noticed the bra was definitely bigger than the one she’d put on this morning… it had grown with her… And her breasts were bigger. Truly rounder, heavier, fuller… bigger. “Honey?” you asked, hovering your finger over the “Breast +” button. “How big are your breasts? Like, what’s your cup size?” “I’m a double-D, same as always,” she said automatically, despite being a B-cup twenty minutes ago. You pressed the button, and felt yourself get hard as you actually saw them get bigger. “Oh, man… Shelly, babe? I didn’t hear you, what’s your cup size?” “I’m an F-cup, same as always,” she repeated, annoyed. You pressed the button again, and again, and again. “I’m glad you like your gift…” she said, oblivious to her breasts ballooning on her chest. “How big are you?” “For the last time, I’m a natural J-cup!” “You’re right! I know, sorry. I really like big boobs!” you said, giddy. “Well, duh. Why are you acting like this is the first time you’ve ever seen them?“ “Okay, and I’m sorry… how tall are you again?” you said, pressing the button. “5′7″.” You didn’t mess around this time. She stared at you quizzically as you pressed the “Height +” button again and again. She had no idea why you were grinning like an idiot as she rose to 5′9″…6′1″… 6′5″… 7′3″… You were breathing hard. This was the sexiest thing you’d seen in your life. “I’m sorry, I know I’m repeating a lot of questions… but how tall are-” “I’m eight foot six! I know my freakish height is a turn on for you, and it’s half the reason we’re together, but seriously. That little toy won’t actually make me any bigger.” “No, of course not,” you said. You hit the “Ass +” button, and sighed in pleasure as her hips popped out, wider and wider… her thighs thickened and her pajama bottoms grew with her. “I’m starting to worry here, you’re acting like you’re having a stroke or something,” she said. She popped her hip to one side and rested a hand on it, so naturally you’d believe she’d had curvy hourglass hips her entire life. You nearly lost it. “We have to have sex now,” you said flatly. “Just… whatever. Us. Sex. It’s important.” “Eh. Maybe in a couple hours,” she said, like she was not a towering goddess of sexuality. You pressed down on “Libido +” and held it. She was cleaning her nails, bored… Then her eyebrows perked up like she’d just had an idea. Her breathing slowed down, her mouth opened slightly, and her eyes wandered… Then her gaze locked onto you and she licked her lips. “You know what?” she said, big chest rising in deep, slow breaths. “I’m actually… I think… good call. We should have sex. Come, boyfriend. It is time for you to work.” You mouthed a prayer of thanks. You watched her immense, luscious hips sway as she expertly ducked under the hallway threshold on her way to the bedroom. Temptation overtook you. You pressed “Height +.” She grew, taller and taller, until her head gently tapped the ceiling. “Damn it!” she said, rubbing her head and laughing at herself as she bent down to crawl. “I’ve been a giant my whole life! You’d think I’d remember not to stand up indoors!” You hit “Ass +.” Her hips widened, bigger and thicker until they were pressing against both sides of the hallway. She dented both walls as she scraped along, drywall falling onto the carpet behind her. “We need… to renovate… soon!” she grunted, squeezing into the bedroom door. She was just about to make it when you hit the “Breast +” button. She ballooned, even bigger than before, smashing the door frame. She crawled into the bedroom with two beanbag chair size breasts under her. “I’m clear of the hallway!” she said from the bedroom. “It’s safe for your tiny ass to get in her and fuck your giantess!” “Yes ma’am!” you said, running in after her. She abandoned her giant pants on the floor. She’d crawled onto the bed, shattering it. Her spread legs reached all the way across the room, pushing against the far wall. Her gigantic breasts were heaving in anticipation. Her big, big ass took up half the broken mattress. “I have no idea why we thought a normal-size mattress would be enough for me…” she said. “Now get in here!” She grabbed you by the shoulder, lifted you off the ground, and planted you in front of her crotch. “Start fucking!” she ordered. You obliged, thrusting away. You barely lasted a minute. “Honey, I’m-” “Keep at it! I don’t care!” she ordered. She shuddered with orgasm, and a minute later shuddered with another. “Can I st-” “No!” she boomed. “Here, you’d fuck better if you weren’t holding with that stupid toy I made for you!” She flicked the remote from your hand. It bounced across the floor. “That’s kind of… okay, whatever,” you said. You kept pounding away, and she came again. “Here, the angle…” she said, moving her leg. Without looking at what she was doing, her heel pressed down on every button on the remote at once. “Oh, god!” she said. “I have no idea what’s happening to me! The longer we go… the hornier I get!” You heard a creaking noise behind you… and realized her legs were growing. “Shelly, you-” Her legs grew so big she pushed the far wall over. Her body thickened and plumped, her fat legs growing to surround you. Her ass got bigger and bigger, covering up more and more of the floor. Her head grew along the far wall, colliding with the ceiling and cracking the far wall. Her breasts kept expanding, growing like weather balloons on her chest, dominating the room with her hugeness. Her whole body grew plumper and curvier, and her soft flesh was swelling to fill every nook and cranny of the shrinking, creaking room. “Shelly!” you shouted. “You’re growing! We have to-” “Yes! Say I’m growing! It’s one of your stupid role-plays! Whatever keeps you hard!” she ordered, no clue she was growing as she physically broke the walls. “Just… keep… fucking!” A big hand pushed you into her crotch so hard you thought you might drown. “Shelly! You leg’s on the remote! You’re getting bigger!” “God, your fetish is lame!” The house exploded. Her legs grew off in two different directions, crushing neighbor after neighbor. Her big body grew up through the roof, taller and taller. She kept you pressed against her as she flopped back. Her big ass was smothering the entirety of your former house and most of your yard. She fell onto her back with an earth-shaking crash, flattening the duplex across the street. She shuddered with what had to be her tenth orgasm, and the remote popped out from under her leg. You dove and grabbed it. She snatched around for you, but she was so big you weren’t of much practical use. She kept masturbating on her own. She had stopped growing, but the remote was flattened. You tried the buttons, but you couldn’t make her bigger or smaller anymore. “Oh no…” you said. “She’s… going to stay big. I can’t make her smaller!” You fussed hopelessly as she she rubbed herself to exhaustion. Ten minutes later, she sat up. “Man! I needed that!” she said, in a huge booming voice. “I swear honey, I just don’t get you…” She snatched you off the ground and lifted you in the air like you were a doll. “You date the one and only giantess on earth… and all you can fantasize about is making her bigger! Whatever does it for you, I guess!” She stood up to her full height. She was hundreds of feet tall. “It broke!” you wailed, hoping she would finally realize something was different. “I can’t… I can’t make you small again!” “What, that little toy?” she said, looking down at the ground for the remote she’d made you. “Ah well. I can get you another one later, tiny. It’s just a universal remote with stickers on it.” Her eyes locked on you again, and a wicked smile spread across her giant face. “Shelly?” “I need you inside me again,” she said, monster libido already flaring up again. “Now!” “Shelly! Think! How would my dick even-” “No, idiot! I need you! Inside me!” she said, lowering you to her crotch and spreading her legs. “Just like always…” -- source link
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