orangeorc: Drunk and wobbly, Courtney stopped in the bathroom for a late night selfie. She saw herse
orangeorc: Drunk and wobbly, Courtney stopped in the bathroom for a late night selfie. She saw herself in the mirror, and noticed her prow seemed even more vast than it had before she went out at the start of the evening. “Huh. Did I grow even bigger over a couple hours at the club?” she mused indifferently. “I guess that’s cool.” She pointed her phone at the mirror. It focused, but before she could snap a selfie, there was a sound like fabric stretching. Her camera lost focus, and blurred. When her camera refocused, her shirt was tighter and her bust was several inches wider. “Huh,” she said, getting ready to snap the photo, just as the camera lost focus again. More stretching, and this time a bit of tearing. Her huge custom bra dug into her, like it was shrinking. Courtney’s camera focused, and once again she was even bigger. “I wish I would stop growing long enough to take a freaking selfie…” she mumbled. “How big am I going gonna… mmmf…” Courtney took her eyes off her phone and looked straight down. She hadn’t seen her feet in years, naturally, but she could actually see the huge shelf of her tits getting bigger, growing out in front of her as her already enormous bust ballooned forward. Her shirt tightened, turned transparent, and ripped right down the front, between tits already bigger than basketballs. “Wish this bra wasn’t so friggin’ tight,” she grumbled, seconds before her swelling bust snapped it apart. Courtney heard a rip, felt a draft, and looked behind her. Her ass was nowhere as huge as her monstrous breasts, but that wasn’t saying much. It was thickening and plumping past Kardashian levels, ripping open her jeans, and still getting fatter and wider. “It’s probably good for balance,” she mused, as her thighs thickened, bursting her jeans, and she noticed her reflection rising up taller and taller in the mirror. Her shoes burst off her feet. She heard and felt it happen, even though there was no way to see over her ever-bulging breasts. “I think I’m going up…” she said, with a sigh. “So much for taking a selfie.” She shut off her phone, and dropped it on the counter. She hadn’t stopped growing, but barely seemed to care, even as she rose to six feet tall and kept right on growing. She tried to step out the bathroom and into the hallway, but her enormous breasts were too wide for the doorway. “Oh, come on…” she said, trying to squeeze through. “Why is everything… so… freaking… small?” She tried to push through, several times, and each times it was a tighter fit- her hourglass body was bigger and thicker every single time. She was growing taller- soon, she was not only far too wide for the door frame, but nearly as tall as it was high. “Son of… fucking move!” she said, as she ballooned sharply in size. The door frame exploded into the hall way. Her head made a dent in the roof before the door and wall. The huge hole she made was hourglass shaped, with huge dents made by her hips and bust nearly twice as wide as the original door. “I’m not getting stuck in this puny hallway…” she muttered, squeezing down the hallway as its walls brushed her hips… and bust… and the top of her head. Soon she was too tall, and had to bend forward and awkwardly squirm forward, wriggling her thick body forward inch by inch. Randall, the fuckboy she’d brought home and forgotten about, had wondered what all the commotion was. He stared at Courtney, jaw gaping, as her giant head and two monster, weather-balloon sized boobs exploded from the hallway into the living room. Courtney had barely squeezed out of the hallway was her plump, round body was bloating and expanding to fill the living room. She barely noticed as she crawled over Randall, and started crushing him with her SUV-sized tits. “Oh, I kind of forgot I brought you here…” she said, crushing him with her boobs as she grew to fill the room. “I’m sorry, though, I really did want to have sex. I just grew way too big for you, that’s all.” “Whhhhy?” grunted Randall, being smothered to death. “What do you mean?” asked Courtney, furrowing her brow. “I’m growing bigger because I’m getting bigger. Duh.” Randall looked like he had further thoughts, but then he was crushed. “Eh,” said Courtney, shrugging as her outgrew her out apartment. Outside, people stared in terror as a pair of hot-air-balloon breasts inflated out the side of Courtney’s building. The rest of the apartment collapsed slowly as Courtney inflated out of it. “Are you girls done yet?” she said, hefting her monster breasts from underneath, making them bounce like a pair of giant blobs. “Getting pretty big here.” She turned sideways, knocking over an adjacent building with her boobs. She sighed as it imploded, as her view rose above the skyline. “If this is going to take all night, I’m going to sleep now. Let’s see how big I am in the morning,” she mumbled, going down on her knees. Ove the protests of thousands of insignificant people, she yawned, stretched, and lowered her blockbusters down onto the city, smothering it. As soon as she was asleep and snoring, covering half the city her titanic curves, she finally started growing bigger in earnest… -- source link