orangeorc:“Mmm… looks like I’m even bigger. Again,” your wife said, as th
orangeorc: “Mmm… looks like I’m even bigger. Again,” your wife said, as the bed creaked and groaned under her shifting weight. She looked utterly huge to you. “What about you? Did you grow at all last night?” You stirred weakly in bed. Several weeks ago, you’d both started experimental hormone regimens. She was growing bigger and sexier constantly. A voluptuous, insatiable amazon brimming with power and confidence, more than seven feet tall now and getting bigger by the day. You… weren’t changing at all. If anything, you were wasting away a bit. “Typical,” she said. “God, you’re so tiny it’s pathetic.” Her stomach rumbled. “Well, I’m starving. I’m going to the kitchen, to thicken this up a bit…” She slapped her gargantuan backside, which jiggled for what felt like minutes. “You don’t need to eat today. Run out and get me more food. Maybe in a few hours, when I’m full, I’ll be able to stomach the thought of sex with a shrimp.” She sauntered to the kitchen, and ducked under the door frame. Getting her massive hips through the door took a bit of… finagling. “And you better find a way to catch up to me, real soon. At the rate I’m growing, you’re liable to get crushed.” -- source link