orangeorc: thesexyintruder:Amanda, your girlfriend, finished her third entree, then raised her han
orangeorc: thesexyintruder: Amanda, your girlfriend, finished her third entree, then raised her hand for the waiter. She wasn’t ready for the check. She was ordering a fourth course. With extra everything. She sipped her seventh beverage, rapidly and greedily. She spilled a single drop- it fell on her plunging cleavage, and as soon as she had drained her glass she found in, wiped it with her finger, and tasted it away. “You’ve got quite the appetite these days,” you said, breaking a fifteen minute silence. Amanda had been eating nonstop for the duration. “Yeah!” said Amanda, picking up her plate and licking it. “I’m really hungry… it’s probably because of all this growing I’ve been doing!” Amanda belched loudly. Several other people turned to glare, but Amanda didn’t seem to notice. “Yeah. You’ve grown a lot since you started going to group therapy…” you said. “Oh, I know. My group therapy is amazing. I feel so much more confident… and look!” Amanda pushed her tits together, causing her cleavage to bulge up to her chin. “I’m up to a GGG cup! God… I just feel so confident lately… how did I never notice my boobs were freaking huge?” “They weren’t…” you said, slowly and carefully. “A month ago you were like a B cup. You started going to group and they just… started getting bigger.” “Huh. Weird,” said Amanda, stilling staring down at her own breasts. “I wonder if it’s psychosomatic or something. Oh! Holy shit! It’s Becky! Becky’s from group! Hey, Becky! Becky, over here! Becky! BECKY!” Amanda stood up, waving furiously. After a second, a towering brunette looked across the restaurant and spotted Amanda. The busty brunette grabbed her short, dazed husband and dragged him behind her as she pushed her way towards Amanda. “Amanda!” squealed Becky. “You short, flat-chested little bitch! How are you?” Becky bent forward and kissed Amanda right on the mouth with zero hesitation. You looked at Becky’s boyfriend, Ron. He met your gaze with sad, knowing eyes. Amanda pushed Becky away and smirked up at her. “Large and in charge, bitch! I’m growing so fast these days… hang on… I think I’m about to get bigger as we speak!” Amanda grunted, and your eyes widened in bewilderment. As you watched, Amanda’s breasts grew…. her already massive assets stretched the fabric of her already tight shirt… and then you heard a sudden snap. “Oop…” said Amanda, nonchalant. “That was my bra. My tits just broke it.” “Liar!” said Becky, standing up straight. “Here, I’ll prove it!” said Amanda, also standing up. Becky was a big girl. She stood an inch or two over seven feet, and her breasts were nearly as big as volleyballs. But Amanda stood up, even taller than this morning. She towered over Becky, easily six and half feet tall or bigger. Her pants were skin tight, and the shirt she’d tucked in before you left home had shrunk almost to a half-shirt on her enlarged body. Her breasts were nearly as big as basketballs, and they easily dwarfed Becky’s. “What… I… you’re so big…’ said Becky, flabbergasted. Amanda didn’t say a word. She just raised her arms, grabbed Becky, and squeezed Becky face first into her giant boobs. Becky squirmed, and thrashed, and just barely managed to escape. Wordlessly, Becky grabbed Ron and dragged him away to their table. “Are you… taller?” you asked Amanda as she sat down. Another plate of food and three appetizers had been set in front of her, which she began to consume immediately. “Yeah. I grew a bit since we sat down,” she said, through mouthfuls of food. “And don’t feel bad for Becky. That bitch’ll pig out… this time Wednesday, she could be bigger than me.” You looked across the restaurant. Sure enough, Becky was pigging out on four plates of food, and her top was already tightening around her growing breasts. “What do you guys do at group therapy?” you asked. Amanda shrugged. “Eat food. Compare height, compare tits. I gotta tell ya… when I’m in a room full of other women… all of them nearly as tall and busty as me… it just me… it make me wanna….” “Be a better person?” “Get bigger,” said Amanda, finishing her food and snapping for more. “No way I’m letting fucking Becky show up taller and bustier than me this week.” There was a loud tearing noise from under the table. Amanda stopped eating, and looked at you sheepishly. “That was ass tearing my jeans open. I just outgrew my pants…” she said. “Do you think you could… go home, grab my biggest skirt, and bring it back here?” She smiled at you sweetly. You rolled your eyes. “Just… sit tight and keep eating,” you said. “Can do!” she said, slurping down a mouthful of soup. “And don’t get too much bigger!” you snapped and you pulled on your coat. “No promises,” said Amanda. You left as your girlfriend started on yet another round of entrees, and you thought you heard the sound of her body growing big enough to tear her shirt open as you left… -- source link